#Laws of Motion/Fight Club

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Summary: After the death of your brother and his wife. You find yourself adjusting to a new role in your life. A single parent to your teenage nephew. How do you help him heal? How do you help yourself heal? You're not sure. You don't think you can, until an annoying basketball coach enters your life and turns everything around.

Pairing: Basketball Coach Yoongi x Single Aunt F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Strangers to Lovers,

Warnings: Death Of Parents / Brother/ Family, Car Accident (Cause), Swearing, Explicit Sex, Arguments, Physical Fighting, Past Abusive Relationship, Talks Of Domestic Violence, Dirty talk, Talk of strip clubs, talks of cheating (possible/ theoretically)

A/N: I just realized you guys …. Yoongi and Sunshine's journey is almost over!! Only a couple chapters left.

SMUT!

For the first time, walking through the gym doors didn't cause you to have an overwhelming feeling of wanting to be sick. The Wicked Witch of the West was taken care of, and you had no other mortal enemies at the moment. However, when the parents all looked at you as you came through the heavy door. You still had the urge to want to hide away under their gazes. You could only imagine what was talked about in their group chat.

“Finally,” Chick…. Wendy says, running over to you. “Coach Min said you would be back today. I brought a little treat to celebrate.”

“You didn't have to,” you try to argue, although you knew that it was no use.

“I wanted to,” she beams at you. “For one, it's a thank you for getting rid of Ara. We were so tired of playing nice with her. Number two, it's a welcome back to the team treat.”

“Okay,” you give her a stiff smile.

Grabbing your hand, she pulls you over to the bleachers where there appeared to be two white boxes. They looked professional as if they came from a bakery. Clapping her hands, she motions for you to open the top one. Dropping your bag, you look over to Mark, who was doing an awful job covering his silent laugh.

Great!

What the hell is in here?

Opening the lid, you are greeted with cupcakes. Perfectly iced cupcakes swirled with pretty tie-dyed colors. What you weren't prepared for, however, were the little boxing gloves cupcake toppers. The red gloves that sat on top of the sweet cakes stuck out like a sore thumb, and you wonder if Yoongi saw these yet.

You doubt he would approve.

“Umm,” you lick your lips, trying to find the right words. “Thank you?”

She bounces on her feet and jokingly puts up her fist like a boxer would.

“What's going on over here?” Yoongi asks as he and Jungkook come over to you and the parents.

“I got your lovely girlfriend a welcome back gift,” Wendy informs him.

Both men lean over to look in the bakery box. Jungkook quickly covers his mouth, laughing, and walks away out to the court. Yoongi sighs and points at her. Nodding his head, he doesn't say anything. Instead, he just quietly walks away, joining his friend to round the boys up.

“I don't think that's appropriate for the boys,” you say as delicately as you could.

“Oh, they have basketballs on their cupcakes,” she nods and hands out the almost offensive, albeit funny cupcakes out to the parents.

“So, you didn't wind up in the slammer, huh?” Mark asks as you sit next to him as usual with your treat in hand.

“Nope,” you answer. “I'm actually quite surprised. I was ready to go.”

“I think it was the fact that no one here was willing to stand up for her,” he tells you. “The next day, your lovely new group of friends got everyone to agree to the whole story of her falling down the bleachers.”

“What about the boys?” You laugh. “They clearly saw what happened.”

“They may have been bribed with a group outing to the trampoline park,” he admits with a guilty smile. “The coaches don't know about that part.”

“So, we're teaching them to lie to law enforcement early … nice,” you laugh again.

“Nah,” he shakes his head. “We were planning on taking them there anyway after the season was over. We always celebrate somewhere.”

“It's almost over,” you say, watching the scatter across the floor.

“Then, we do it again next year,” he adds.

“Can't wait,” you groan.

“Well, think of it this way,” he says. “You won't be the new parent next year, and you'll have plenty of friends coming into this.”

He was right.

You didn't want a repeat of this year. Yes, Ara might be gone, and there was no way that Yoongi was ever going to let her back on the team. However, you needed to support the two men in your life. You didn't want to let them down. Were you going to become the worlds best basketball mom….err aunt in the world. No, but it wouldn't hurt you to make some damn signs or supply the boys with some snacks. It's what your sister-in-law would have done. You could never replace her, but you could try to make her proud.

It was time to stop fighting it.

Licking the frosting off your finger, you guess you better make some Pinterest account for ideas for help.

Or. You know, turn to your mom for help and slap your name on everything.

That works too.

Go team!

“This one has a pool, though,” Nicky says, sitting on the counter as you and Yoongi fill the dishwasher. His eyes focus on the listings your mother forwarded you of her soon to be empty rentals.

“Okay,” you agree. “That one is out of the current school district. So, say goodbye to your friends and your basketball team.”

“Nope,” Yoongi says. “I'm not losing my shooting guard.”

“Man,” he whines and dramatically swipes off the house to the next one.

“What's wrong with the other one?” You ask. “It's three bedrooms. Two upstairs, one downstairs and a nice backyard. We won't be on top of each other constantly.”

“It doesn't have a pool,” he grumbles, looking at the pictures.

“It's just on the other side of town,” you continue. “Closer to work for me. I think it's closer to a couple of your friends' houses. I think Mark and Jun live somewhere around that area.”

“It's closer to me,” Yoongi adds, closing the dishwasher. “Nice sized driveway where I'm sure we can put up a hoop.”

“Why doesn't it seem like I have a choice?” He hands your phone back to you.

“Do you really want to start all over again?” Yoongi asks him. “Be the new kid again?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “It's fine. When do we move?”

“It won't be for awhile,” you tell him. “They haven't moved out yet, and then it has to be cleaned. So, probably sometime by the end of the year after the holidays after the new year.”

“Good,” he jumps off the counter and onto the floor. “Then I can concentrate on the rest of the season and worry about Uncle Chris's wedding.”

“You don't need to worry,” you laugh. “You just have to walk down an aisle and not trip.”

“What if I have to pee?” He asks. “When I get nervous, I have to pee.”

“Go beforehand,” you tell him.

“I should go practice,” he says, walking away.

“Practice what?” You call after him.

“Walking,” he calls back.

You look at Yoongi, who looks just as confused as you. Shrugging, you wet a dish sponge and wipe down your counters.

“Speaking of Chris's wedding,” Yoongi says, leaning against the counter. “He texted me a last-minute invite to his bachelor party on Saturday.”

“Oh god,” you grimace. “Have fun with that.”

“I haven't agreed yet,” he informs you. “Is it a bad idea?”

“I know it's dinner first with his groomsmen. That includes Nicky since he's his best man and my dad will be there. They will be leaving right after that, but then ….” you drift off.

“Then what?” He asks.

“Let's just say. His friends are a bunch of douchebags and I can't stand them,” you warn him. “So, I'm sure it's what you would expect of a bachelor party.”

“Sounds fun,” he pulls a face. “I think I'll be busy Saturday.”

“No,” you say, throwing your sponge in the sink. “You should go. Chris likes you. Honestly, I don't trust his friends to not try and get him to do something …. stupid. I feel like he would be safer with you there.”

“Stupid as in…” he lets the sentence linger in the air.

“As in … trying to get him to cheat on her,” you explain. “I mean it. They're assholes and Elly hates them too. He just thinks because they have been friends since they were Nicky's age. They have to be there.”

“Do you think he would…” he starts but you abruptly cut him off.

“NO!” You exclaim. “At least I would hope not, but he has a problem with being peer pressured. I should know. I've talked him into doing a lot."

“I don't want to go to a strip club,” he says seriously, making you laugh at him. “I'm not joking.���

“You sound like Elly,” you say, still laughing. “I don't care if you go. Just no lap dance.”

“I seriously don't want to go,” he says again. “I'll do the bar thing and let him get drunk. I'll babysit him, but I'm not doing that.”

“Oh,” you say in wonder. “You are serious.” He nods his head. “Okay, well, if you want. I can tell him you won't go if he plans on going to one if you want me to.”

“I just don't want to cause any issues with him,” he bites his low lip in thought.

“It won't” you promise. “He shouldn't go anyway. I know Elly would hate it, too. She won't even let me get her male strippers.” Yoongi blinks at you, and you smile innocently back at him. “It was when I thought you were done with me!”

He hums like he doesn't believe you.

“You thought I would really give up that easily?” He asks, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to him.

“I know. I'm an idiot,” you say, laying your head on his chest. “I have to stop being scared of you.”

“You're scared of me?” He questions, looking down at you in shock.

“Not like … that,” you tell him. “I'm scared you're going to finally realize that you're too good for me and leave. I wouldn't blame you either with the way I push you away.”

“We're fine now,” he promises, hugging you again. “Just stop expecting the worst. So, what are you planning for Elly then?”

“I found these funny games online, but they're sex related questions,” you look up at him. “Then I realized she's marrying my brother, and my mom is going to be there. I don't want to know certain things.”

“Yeah, I would skip that,” he laughs.

“Yeah,” you agree. “Honestly, we're probably just going to have wine and eat. She's not a party animal.”

“You really think I should go?” He questions, and you nod.

“I would be more comfortable with you keeping an eye on him,” you admit. “He's a lightweight and can't hold his liquor for nothing.”

“Okay,” he relents. “I'll go and keep an eye on him but I'm not playing buddy, buddy with his friends if they're dicks.”

“Fair,” you laugh.

“Sunshine, what if I trip on your dress?” Nicky asks, popping back in the kitchen.

“You won't trip on my dress,” you promise.

“What if you trip on your dress and embarrass me?” He asks next.

“Nicholas!” You exclaim, pushing away from Yoongi to chase your nephew back to his room.

“Give me my stuff back, and I'll stop,” he laughs.

“Nice try,” you cross your arms.

“I'm pretty sure you have at least a week and a half left,” Yoongi tells him, joining the conversation and looking at his watch. “Get your shoes on and grab a jacket. We'll go get some ice cream.”

“You shouldn't be rewarding him for being annoying,” you say, glaring playfully at the teen.

“Well, he'll stop being annoying, and you'll stop complaining," he sighs.

“HEY!” Both you and Nicky exclaim.

“I thought we were a team?” You ask your boyfriend.

“And … actually, I'm not complaining. I get free ice cream,” Nicky says, leaving his room.

“No wonder he favors you,” you pout playfully. “Basketball and ice cream.”

Shrugging his shoulders, he smirks at you before pulling you to him and attaching his lips to yours.

“Come on!” Nicky calls. “Stop sucking face, and let's go!”

You both pull away laughing. Taking his hand, you lead to the living room down the hall to your waiting nephew. You couldn't believe that you almost lost this.

Your little family.

If Yoongi was willing to fight for you and Nicky. Two random people who had walked into his practice with a billion and one problems. Two people he could have brushed off at the first sign of trouble you created but instead stayed.

Stayed and loved you.

You were going to fucking love him back. It was going to take more than words this time around. You'll prove it to him. Just like he proves it to you.

Bangtan Ravens remain undefeated.

11-0

Your mother sighs as you place the charcuterie board down on your coffee table. Elly's face turns beet red as her sister and their cousin giggle into their glass of wine as they set their eyes on it. You wave your mom off. You actually worked hard on this sucker. You had spent all morning before the game slicing cheese and then rushing home afterward to prepare the meats, crackers, and fruits. She will just have to deal with the fact that it was shaped like a dick. It was a damn bachelorette party, after all!

While Nicky went home with your dad after the game. Yoongi thankfully helped you blow up some balloons in various rose gold and navy blue colors as you ran around, pulling out all the novelty goodies you had hidden around your bedroom after you prepared the snacks.

“Are those penis straws?” He asks as the navy blue balloon in his hand deflates.

“Absolutly,” you smirk. “Did you want one? I have pink, purple, orange, green…”

“I'm good, thanks,” he says, pulling a face and resuming his task.

“This is what a bachelorette is about,” you explain. “While I have the pretty elegant decorations and nice cupcakes. I also got the penis straws, pecker patches. Those are sour candies.” Yoongi actually snorts at that one. “Look at these!” You exclaim excitedly as you place a couple of cute figures on the table in front of him.

“What are those?" He asks as he picks up the stocky figures with very obvious penis tipped heads.

“The faces painted on them are just the cutest,” you laugh. “They're called Nutty Friends. Do you think my dad would let me keep one on my desk?”

“Probably not,” he replies, placing the figures back down.

“Oh, you haven't seen the best part," you grin at him and stand up from the floor.

“I don't want to know,” he says, tying off a balloon.

“You know how I was having a hard time with games because I do not want to know about my parents and Chris's sex lives?” He nods, chuckling, and you pull out what appears to be a poster. “Well let me introduce you to … Pin the Junk on the Hunk! Do you want to try?”

Yoongi stares at you with wide eyes for a moment before clutching his stomach in laughter. Literal laughter. Falling over onto the couch in complete hysterics as you stand there holding your hunk in your hand.

“Is your mom going to play that?” He asks, trying to catch his breath.

“Stop,” you say, dropping your hunk, making him go fluttering to the floor. “I can't help it that Elly doesn't like to go out. I'm trying here. At least you get to go out and probably witness a shit show.”

“Honestly, I think I'd rather watch your mom pin the junk on the hunk,” he laughs.

Sticking your tongue out at him. You pick up a purple penis straw and chuck it at him. He catches it easily and plops it in his mouth, winking at you.

Men!

“It's just a dick shaped piece of wood, mother,” you tell her as you settle down on the pink corduroy beanbag that you dragged out from your bedroom. “You know what one is. You've at least seen one three times.”

“You're father, and I have a healthy sex life, Y/N,” she informs you, causing Elly and her family to all make disapproving noises.

“Can we change the subject?” Elly asks softly. “This was really nice of you to host us, Y/N. Chris said he was surprised Yoongi agreed to go out with them tonight.”

“I kind of begged him too,” you admit, picking food off the charcuterie board to put on your plate. “He's on babysitting duty.”

“That makes me feel better,” your mother says, mimicking your actions.

“Elly says this Yoongi is husband material,” her sister comments, and as much as you try not to blush, you fail.

“Way too early for that,” you mutter.

“My husband and I were married within a year after we met,” their cousin says. “It's been almost seven years now and two kids.”

“I knew I was going to marry your father the moment I saw him,” your mother smiles as she looks off. You roll your eyes and prepare yourself for a boring story. “He was working with his father on this model home for this company that I was interning for. He was all sweaty and dirty…” she sighs. “I did everything I could to get his attention, and then I found out he had a girlfriend.”

“Mom, you whore,” you laugh. “I never heard this detail before.”

“You never needed to,” she sits up and straightens her shirt. “She didn't last much longer after we met, and here we are.”

“What happened to the girlfriend?” Elly asked, intrigued by the new information.

“I don't know. I guess she couldn't handle the competition,” your mom smiles.

Your mouth drops open.

You didn't think she had it in her.

You're kind of impressed.

You were even more impressed with the accuracy of her aim of pinning the paper dick on the hunk. You think your prim and proper mom has a wild past that she will probably take to the grave. You wish she would let loose. You probably could get along a lot better. A part of you wonders if that's why you fight all the time. Was it because she saw a part of herself in you? A part that she wishes she could forget. However, just when you think you start to see a different side of her …..

“Have you ever sent a nude?” The scrap piece of paper that was randomly pulled from one of Yoongi's hats asks .

Everyone except for your mother drops a coin in their designated tin buckets. You can see your mothers eyes dart between you and Elly, who both squirm uncomfortably. The question wasn't even bad, and yet you feel like you have committed some sort of ultimate sin.

“Mother, stop it,” you say. “You never sent dad a titty pic?”

“NO!” She denies.

“Oh, so you'll sleep with a taken guy but not send your husband a topless shot?” You question, making her mouth drop open. “I don't believe you. It's a harmless game.”

“We are literally counting money to find out who the biggest … whore is,” she whispers the last part. “And I never said I slept with him.”

“If you can't handle the sending of a nude question. How are you going to handle the threesome question?” You ask, then tilt your head. “.... or the anal stuff?”

“I'm going to go and leave the four of you to finish out the night,” your mom says, gathering her things. “Thank you for inviting me. I had a lovely time.”

Quickly, she leaves out the door, and you reach under the table and plop a bottle of alcohol right on top of it.

“Finally,” you sigh. “Tequila, anyone?”

Three hands raise.

“I only had two dollars by the end of the game,” Elly says, frowning as she places the shot glasses on your kitchen counter. “My sister had twelve.”

“I didn't think she had it in her,” you laugh. “She gets down. Her husband must be happy.”

“You had nine,” she throws her hands up. “Your brother is out there tonight doing god knows what, and I'm here at your house eating cheese with my mother in law.”

“There's nothing wrong with that,” you say, trying to calm her down. “It became more fun once I chased her off.”

“Two dollars,” she repeats. “How do I keep him satisfied?”

“Ehhh,” you pull a sour face.

“I mean it,” she says. “Forget that he's your brother. How do I become at least …. five dollars.”

“I think you worry too much,” you tell her. “Just let go and have fun. I've had … a lot of sex. Some good and bad, but none of it compares to Yoongi, and we haven't done anything super adventurous.”

“Have fun?” She questions.

“Yeah,” you nod. “You know you always tell me to be open with Yoongi and talk to him. You should talk to my brother about this. Figure out what you guys like … play around. That's the fun part. If you're too shy to start the conversation, you can find a lot of different quizzes online you can send him.”

“You're right,” she nods. “He's going to be my husband. We need to be able to talk about these things.”

“Trust me,” you cross your arms. “There's nothing sexier than someone knowing what they want. Except, don't tell me what he wants because I don't want to know.”

Laughing, she nods her head, agreeing with you. You place the glasses in the sink to deal with in the morning. As much as you love Elly as your own sister. You never want to have this conversation again.

The loud crashing of your door opening and swearing has you coming out of your bedroom ready to put up a fight. Although you were working on your temper. Being woken up at one in the morning was not the time to start exercising those practices. However, your anger soon melted and turned to amusement as you watched Yoongi struggle to get your brother off the floor.

“Can you help, please?” He asks, clearly out of breath.

“Why did you bring him here?” You question, walking over to the two of them.

“He wanted to come here,” he replies as the two of you pull him off the floor rather ungracefully and plop him on the couch. “I called Elly from his phone and told her that he would be here so she wouldn't worry.”

“We should have put him in the tub,” you comment, and Yoongi throws you a look. “If he throws up, it would be easier to just rinse him off. Now, you'll have to deal with it. How did the night go?”

“Do you really want to know?” He asks as tosses the blanket from the back of your couch over Chris.

“Oh, no,” you groan, waving him down the hall back to your room. Entering the bedroom, you shut the door and look at him expectantly. “What happened?”

“Dinner was fine,” he says. “Then we went to a few bars, and that actually went fine, too.”

“Okay?” You raise your eyebrows waiting for the bad part.

“Then they wanted to go out to a club,” he informs you. “Chris didn't want to go. I just wanted to come back here by then, but Chris said he would only go if I went. So, I freaking went. His friends paid for a VIP area, and about thirty minutes in, Chris was now completely hammered.”

“Told you,” you nod.

“That's not the bad part,” he shakes his head. “His asshole friends decided since they couldn't go to the strip club they would bring some women back to the booth. One for each of us.”

“Exscue me?” You ask, crossing your arms, making him nod his head.

“Chris started crying, talking about how much he loves Elly and how he can't wait to marry her. The woman seemed very embarrassed, and one asked me if I was even single. I said no, and I'm not interested.” He explains. “They apologized and left real fast.”

“Those fucking dumb, dick, maggot, pig fuckers, …” you start to blurt out any name that came to mind.

“Doll,” Yoongi laughs, cutting you off. “Don't worry about it. He kicked them out of the wedding.”

“He what, now?” You stare fiercely at him.

“I mean, we will see what happens when he's sober, but he kicked them out of the wedding. Told them to fuck off and everything. The best part though was when he told them if they didn't leave him alone … you would kick their ass.” He informs you.

“I'll need the hockey stick for that one,” you say as you chew on your bottom lip. “So, you really didn't get to see any tits tonight?”

“No,” he chuckles.

“Oh, well,” you smirk and lift your shirt for him.

“Perfect,” he groans, grabbing your waist to pull you to him.

Laughing, you push him on your bed, staddling his lap as he rips your shirt over your head. Immediately, his lips attach themselves around your nipple before his hand busies itself massaging your unoccupied breast. Running your hands through his hair, you drop your hands to his shoulders, gently encouraging him to lie back.

Pulling off you, he swiftly throws his jacket to the side and discards his shirt before he follows your command to lie down. Your lips graze the pale flesh of his neck while your fingers seek his metal buckle on the black leather belt around his slim waist.

“Your brother is on the couch,” he reminds you.

“Passed out,” you remind back, finally undoing the damn buckle and unbuttoning his jeans. Slithering your way down his body, dropping a trail of kisses as you go, you grip the waist band of his jeans, yanking them down his legs. Instead of ridding him of the last of his clothing, you climb back up his body, sitting yourself atop of him.

“Thank you for taking care of him,” you whisper. Leaning down, you take his lips, slipping your tongue into his mouth for a moment. “At least you had a little entertainment.”

“Was your penis party not fun?” He asks, eyes closed.

“Turns out my mom is a whore who is good at pinning the junk on the hunk,” you laugh. “My aim was off.”

Your hand reaches down between your bodies and firmly squeezes him through his boxers. He hisses at the contact and grabs two handfuls of your bottom.

“Let's not talk about your mom right now,” he suggests, making you laugh. “Besides, you aim really fucking good right now.”

“YYYYY/NNNNNN!”

You and Yoongi freeze at the sound of your brother calling for you from the living room.

“Ignore him,” you say, placing your lips on his neck again.

“YYYY/NNNNN!”

“Fuck!” Yoongi groans and hits the bed with his fist.

“This is your fault for bringing him here,” you say, jumping off of him and grabbing your discarded shirt. Throwing it back on, you walk to your door and turn to look back at your boyfriend, pointing at him. “Keep it hard for me.”

Hurring down the hallway, you get to the couch where your brother was sitting up and looking for you. Standing in front of him, he looks up at you, and you stare right back at him, waiting. Neither one of you says anything for a moment.

“You okay?” You ask, and he nods. “You need water?” He shakes his head no. “Are you cold?” Again, he shakes his head no. “What?”

“I broke her,” he tells you, looking guilty.

“Who?” You ask.

“Your porcelain doll,” he admits. “Mom's dog didn't do it. I wanted to play with you. I was mad that you wouldn't let me have a tea party with you. So, I smashed her.”

“What?” You question, taking a deep breath.

“I'm sorry,” he apologizes. “I've been holding that in for fifteen years. The guilt has been eating at me.”

You watch him hang his head, and you want nothing more than to shove it underneath the pillow. However, you remember you turned a new leaf. A new leaf where you can not murder your little brother.

“It's … okay,” you grit through your teeth, causing him to look up at you. “We were just kids.”

“You're not mad?” He asks.

“.... No,” you lie. “Lie back down and sleep it off.”

“Elly is going to be mad. I ruined the wedding,” he whispers.

“We will figure it out,” you assure him and make him lie back down, covering him back up. “Close your eyes and go to sleep.”

As soon as his head hits the pillow, his snores start, and you flip him off. You loved that damn doll, and you spent the rest of your life hating that damn dog for breaking your doll. Poor thing didn't deserve your hate. You shake your head at him and stomp back to your room.

“I can't believe him,” you whisper harshly as you shut the door. “He lied to me for fifteen years. All because he was jealous of a toy! I have to plot my revenge…”

“Doll,” Yoongi says, still lying on the bed and fisting his hard cock. “I love you but not now, please. Come sit on my face.”

“What?” You squeak.

“You heard me,” he holds out his hand, beckoning you with four of his fingers.

Ripping your clothes off, you climb over him, swinging your leg over his head, and you tuck your feet under his arms as you grab your headboard for leverage. Reaching up, Yoongi grabs your hips, bringing you right down on his waiting mouth.

“Shit,” you breathe out and rest your head on your hands as his tongue swipes against your folds.

On their own accord, your hips start to undulate against his probing muscle. Closing your eyes, you take in the pleasure that he is giving you. The way he was always willing to give and give and most of the time not expect anything back.

He was the most selfless lover you have ever been with.

The most loyal lover ever.

His hands wander up your sides feeling the curves of your body as his tongue moves toward your clit, swirling circles around the needy button causing your hips to jerk . Your own hand dives between your legs and into his hair, gripping the strands between your fingers as your back arches.

Fuck this man!

Humming around you, you want to grind down a bit harder on him, but you were too afraid to hurt him. As if he could sense your trepidation, he wraps his hands around your thighs pulling you down even more as his tongue seeks entrance into your warmth and his fingers take over fondling your clit.

“Ooh fuck,” you croak, as your head rolls listlessly and your thighs quiver against the side of his head.

HIs fingers quicken their pace and your body tenses as does the hold on his hair, causing him to groan, sending rippling waves of euphoria to roll over you. Whining, you let go of his hair and hold the headboard once more as he doesn't let up, trying to get every last drop from you.

“Stop,” you say, wiggling yourself off him.

“What's wrong?” He asks, mouth and chin wet in the dim light of your room as he stares at you.

“Nothing,” you swallow and take a deep breath. “I'm going to take care of you, and you're going to lay there and enjoy it.”

“I was enjoying it,” he argues with a grin.

“Any special requests?” You joke as you sit on him, swaying yourself over his length. Yoongi's eyebrows shoot up into his hairline as a cheshire grin breaks out over his face. “Not that. You might have to get your chick from the club for that one.”

With a growl, Yoongi has you on your back. Laughing, you scramble, trying to get in control once again, but he pulls you against him as you both land on your sides. WIth your back to his chest, his lips brush your neck, and his hand hikes your leg over his.

“Doll, you're the only one I want,” he says lowly in your ear. “Fuck, you're the only on I can handle.”

“Fuck, yeah I am,” you smile.

Extending your arm down, you grab ahold of him and place the tip of his cock at your entrance. Jutting his hips forward, Yoongi thrusts his cock completely into you. With a hand cupping your breast and the other supporting your knee, he buries his face into your exposed neck as his hips hit your ass with a steady rhythm.

Trailing his hand that was supporting your knee, he finds your clit. With a firm touch, the circles he rubs against you has you rolling your eyes and dropping your head onto your shoulder. Turning your head to look at him, his glazed over, lust blown eyes stare back at you. Holding his stare, you lean up, capturing his lips. Sucking his bottom lip into your mouth, you lightly bite it in between your teeth before giving it a slight tug.

With a low, rough grunt, Yoongi rolls you onto your stomach. Positioning himself over you, his legs over your thighs, hands on your hips, he plunges himself into you, setting off tiny little fires all over your body. Moaning out, you grab a pillow and pull it under your chest to hug it to your body.

“Are you okay?” He pants.

“Yes, oh god, yes,” you say, lifting your head from the pillow.

The headboard banging on the wall would have been concerning any other time. Hopefully, brother's snores drowned out any noise that the two of you were making or he was so blacked out that he was just blissfully unaware of the x-rated shenanigans happening while he was sleeping on the couch. Either way, this better not wake him up.

You didn't lock the door.

Yoongi yanks the pillow away from you, shoving it underneath you, raising your hips. Coming down, he covers you completely with his body, digging his cock deeper into you. Clenching your teeth, you swear out as the tip of his cock kisses your g-spot.

“I can feel you clench,” he chuckles thickly. “I fucking love when you do that.”

Gasping, the tiny little fires came roaring to life. Setting your body ablaze as the second wave of pleasure rolls over you. Yoongi quickly covers your mouth with his hand, muffling your ecstasy. Your inner walls pulsate rapidly over him as his pace quickens, trying to meet you at the finish. Shaking his hand off your mouth, you lick your lips.

“Yoongi,” you whimper his name. “Baby, come in me.”

His hold on you tightens as his hips thump against your ass once … twice … thrice before he stills with a strangled groan. Resting your cheek on the bed, you close your eyes and commit to memory the way his racing heartbeat feels against your back. The comfort the rhythmic pumping brings to you. As his harsh breath slowly calms, he finally rolls off you onto his back beside you onto the bed. However, you stay unmoving, tired, and worn out.

“You called me baby,” he says suddenly. “You've never called me anything before.”

“Did you not like it?” You ask, not looking at him. “I thought I would try something new.”

“Hmm,” he hums. “I liked it. Maybe just in bed, though.”

Laughing, you finally turn your head to look at him.

“Just in bed,” you agree. “Come on. You're leaking out of me, and I still need to plot my revenge.”

“God, you're so romantic in the afterglow,” he chuckles, getting up from the bed and pulling you up with him.

“Well, that's what you signed up for, buddy,” you say, heading for the bathroom.

“What happened to baby?” He teases.

“We are not in bed anymore,” you remind him as you reach into the shower and turn it on. “And the post sex brain fog has finally cleared.”

“Post sex brain fog?” He questions, making you nod. “Damn, well, I guess I need to keep you in it.”

“Oh?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Oh, indeed,” he smirks. Picking you up from the back of your thighs, you wrap your legs around him with a surprised squeal. He throws open the curtain as the two of you enter the rapidly steaming area before he suddenly drops you onto the floor of the bathtub with both of you yelling out in surprise for different reasons. “FUCK! SHIT! SORRY! How fucking hot is this water? ARE YOU OKAY?”

You sit there laughing at him as he scrambles to fix the water.

You love him and ….

You're not scared.

《Chapter 22》

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[devilshalfhour]

"Your Honor, I'm a freak bitch." -Matt Murdock at some point probably

[FLASH WARNING]

General video description: A fan edit of Matt Murdock also known as Daredevil to the fourth verse of WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion. Clips are mostly from the Daredevil TV shows, but there are some from She-Hulk: Attorney At Law as well as a few panels from the comics

A detailed description with dialogue and lyrics is under the cut

[We hear the song's looped intro of "There's some whores in this house" playing as the edit opens on a scene from Daredevil: Born Again showing the trial of Hector Ayala. Lawyer Matt Murdock is cross examining a witness.]

Dialogue: "Officer Powell, good morning, um, I'm told you have a black eye. I hope everything is okay," says Matt

"Yeah, don't worry about it," responds Powell.

[There is a cut to the scene of Matt fighting Powell in Nicky Torres's apartment. Matt grabs him slams him against the fridge, hard, on the refrigerator door.

Another cut to a scene from the Daredevil Netflix show of Matt training in a church basement. First, there is a close up shot of him boxing using a punching bag, then we see a zoomed out shot of him, later on in different clothes, practicing his punches on the air. The double D Daredevil logo pops up on the screen and the scene turns black and white.]

Dialogue (now a voice over): "There's this thing they say in boxing: the best cure for a black eye is fast hands," says Matt.

"Objection!" shouts the prosecution.

[A transition as we hear Megan Thee Stallion's iconic "Ah" in the background and then we see the cover art of Daredevil Volume 2 #50 on screen of Matt Murdock sitting slouched in a chair in front of a grey background, in his daredevil costume, unmasked with tousled hair, a scar on his face, and his eyes closed. The next piece of dialogue moves across the screen and the cover art before it disappears.]

Dialogue (still a voice over): "C'mon, Mr. Murdock."

[END OF INTRO]

Lyric: Your Honor, I'm a freak bitch.

[Matt in his Daredevil suit with a gun taped to his hand, smiling]

Lyric: Handcuffs, leashes

[Matt, wrapping his hands in preparation for a boxing match in the church basement, and then him in his Daredevil costume standing at the bottom of a staircase unfurling a chain under flashing red lights.]

Lyric: Switch my wig

[Matt's array of Daredevil cowls from Born Again]

Lyric: Make him feel like he cheating

[Matt, shirtless, eyes wild with boxing gloves on, getting punched in the face by the gloved hand of his opponent]

Lyric: Put him on his knees

[Daredevil dodging She-Hulk's arm in their parking garage fight scene and then pushing himself back up to his feet seamlessly]

Lyric: Give him something to believe in

[A sped up clip of Daredevil standing on the roof of a church with a large, red LED cross from the first episode of season 2]

Lyric: Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating

[Matt and Elektra sparring in the boxing ring at Fogwell's gym. She punches him. He ducks and slaps her butt as she is propelled into the ropes by her own motion. He grins.]

Lyric: In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya

[Matt fighting the ninja Nobu in his black mask costume while Nobu is on fire.]

Lyric: If he ate me ass, he a bottom feeder.

[Daredevil, cocking his head and pretending to look at something someone is showing him. Cut to Matt in the black mask outfit shot from a low angle, pulling out two wooden clubs from his cargo pants pocket in preparation for a fight.]

Lyric: Big D stand for big demeanor

[Twelve different drawings of the double D Daredevil logo appear on screen, one at a time, to make a photo grid. Then, a set photo of Charlie Cox in the black Daredevil suit with said double D logo on the chest pops up over the rest of the photos]

Lyric: I could make you bust before I ever meet ya

[Cut to a a scene from one of the Daredevil: Born Again trailers of a mural of Daredevil painted on a brick wall with the words "Born Again" painted underneath. The clip then morphs into a smiling Daredevil in his yellow and red She-Hulk suit with his billy clubs in hand.]

Lyric: If it don't hang...

[A shot of Matt from the back doing pull ups]

Lyric: ...then he can't bang, can't hurt my feelings

[Daredevil wrapped in chains body slamming the Punisher on a rooftop]

Lyric: But I like pain

[Daredevil punching the Punisher repeatedly]

Lyric: If he fuck me

[Matt and Elektra making out in the ring in Fogwell's]

Lyric: Ask whose is it

[Matt in Defenders walking down a hallway with Jessica Jones behind him. He is wearing normal clothes, save for the grey scarf wrapped around his head to conceal his face.]

Lyric: When I ride the dick

[Matt on the roof of his apartment complex in Born Again training. He throws his weapon at the camera and the screen goes black]

Lyric: I'mma spell my name, ah

[girlactionfigure]

What Happens When You Can’t Simply Arrest the Jews For Defending Themselves?

by Seth Mandel

The morning after Easter Sunday in 1903, Yehiel Pesker went to his shop at the Kishinev market to inspect for damage. The previous day, the early rumblings of a pogrom had unsettled the city. On his way back home, he saw about 200 Jews armed with clubs and even a few guns—the second wave of one of history’s most notorious pogroms would come that day and Jews wanted to be prepared. When the pogromists came there was a standoff, until the police intervened against the Jews and the deadly violence continued.

Although these Jews merely presented a desire to defend themselves should they be attacked, and although this was one brief moment on the second day of a three-day blood-riot that would shock the world, “local antisemites and their sympathizers,” according to historian Steven J. Zipperstein, tried to argue that this was an escalation by the Jews and therefore the victims were really to blame for the pogrom. Elsewhere in town, a nearly 60-year-old Jewish man fought off four attackers, who then spread the rumor that a Jew had murdered Christians. For some, then, a literal blood libel in the middle of an extended massacre was transformed into the origin story of the whole riot.

“In arguments made by defense attorneys at the trials of pogrom-related crimes, Sunday’s rioting was dismissed as a ruckus that would quickly have come to an end… had Jews not overreacted,” writes Zipperstein. “In this version it was the all-but-unprovoked aggression of Jews and subsequent rumors of attacks on a church and the killing of a priest that set in motion the unfortunate but, under the circumstances, understandable violence.”

That all may sound ridiculous, because few pogroms are better known than Kishinev and because it had such a profound effect on history: It shaped the perspectives of important Zionist figures and it alarmed the world, even becoming an element of the civil-rights fight in America as an example of why racial and ethnic minorities needed protection from the state enshrined in law.

But leave out the names of people and places, and you’d be describing the response to Hamas’s October 7 massacre. The Jews had it coming; the attacks were essentially an act of self-defense; it would’ve been a minor event had the Jews not escalated by defending themselves.

The Russian police director tried to argue at least for moral equivalence, based on these lies, between the Kishinev Jews and their murderers. You can hear a direct echo of this in Karim Khan, prosecutor at the International Criminal Court, filing applications for arrest warrants for both Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu and Hamas terrorist leader Yahya Sinwar: “if we do not demonstrate our willingness to apply the law equally, if it is seen as being applied selectively, we will be creating the conditions for its collapse.” That echo is arguably even louder in the New York Times, which describes the reactions to Khan’s stunt this way: “Mr. Khan’s decision to simultaneously pursue Israeli and Palestinian leaders was criticized by Israeli government ministers and Hamas alike. Both sides questioned why their allies had been targeted instead of their enemies alone.”

Ah yes, both sides. A month after the Hamas attacks, the author Sam Harris denounced this way of thinking on his podcast in a soliloquy that will stand the test of time. The key part:

Of course, the boundary between Anti-Semitism and generic moral stupidity is a little hard to discern—and I’m not sure that it is always important to find it. I’m not sure it matters why a person can’t distinguish between collateral damage in a necessary war and conscious acts of genocidal sadism that are celebrated as a religious sacrament by a death cult. Our streets have been filled with people, literally tripping over themselves in their eagerness to demonstrate that they cannot distinguish between those who intentionally kill babies, and those who inadvertently kill them, having taken great pains to avoid killing them, while defending themselves against the very people who have just intentionally tortured and killed innocent men, women, and yes… babies… If you have landed, proudly and sanctimoniously, on the wrong side of this asymmetry—this vast gulf between savagery and civilization—while marching through the quad of an Ivy League institution wearing yoga pants, I’m not sure it matters that your moral confusion is due to the fact that you just happen to hate Jews. Whether you’re an anti-Semite or just an apologist for atrocity is probably immaterial. The crucial point is that you are dangerously confused about the moral norms and political sympathies that make life in this world worth living.

And in Khan’s case, if you can’t or won’t differentiate between Hamas’s war and Israel’s, you possess a moral deficit that disqualifies you from any position of authority or responsibility over others.

More important, however, is the core idea behind this trend. For most of history you could simply punish Jews for defending themselves, for staying alive. A pathetic puffed-up prosecutor could watch in silence as Jews were murdered and then file charges against “both sides” as soon as a Jew picked up a club in self-defense. Because the law, you see, must be applied evenly. The world wasn’t going to do anything about Hamas, even after its demonic acts on October 7. A fair prosecutor must wait until there is a Jew to be put in the dock as well. That’s balance. That’s justice.

Karim Khan may be a feeble clown, but he makes an airtight case for the existence of the State of Israel.

[vanityrift]

             UNLOCKING   HYUNSIK SEUNG   ꗃ

₊  ☆  ﾟ  INCOMING  TEXT: omg  hv  u  met  HYUNSIK  SEUNG  of  the  NARIZA  BOIS  yet  ?  they’re  one  of  the  crew’s  mechanics  n  actually  go  by  SPADE.  the  thirty  two  y/o  is  typically  seen  hanging  arnd  coyote  casino.  allegedly  they’re  frm  busan,  south  korea  n  hv  been  w/  the  crew  for  THREE  YEARS.  wtvr.  just  watch  out  for  them,  k  ?  ttyl  ! 

OVERVIEW ꗃ STATISTICS.

full name:  hyunsik   seung.   /   nickname(s):  n/a.   /   alias:  spade.   /   birthdate:  february 22,  1974 ( 32 ).   /   birthplace:  busan,  south  korea.   /   zodiac signs:  pisces  sun,  aquarius  moon,  pisces  rising.   /   gender + pronouns:  demi man + he&they.   /   orientation:  bisexual. faceclaim:  woo  dohwan.   /   height:  5 ft,  11 in.   /   hair color:  black.   /   hair style:  faux mullet.   /   eye color:  brown.   /   tattoos + piercings:  yes,  see pinterest.   /   scars:  too many to count,  all from work. education level:  high  school  diploma.  /   occupation:  full  time  mechanic  @  nariza  auto.   /   crew:  nariza  bois  /  formerly  belonged  to  rodani  prowlers  until  the  split.   /   residence:  a  studio  apartment  above  nariza  auto. positive traits:  intrepid,  realistic,  steadfast.   /   negative traits:  defector,  bumptious,  avaricious.   /   sociability:  high.   /   emotional stability:  moderate  to  low.   /   character study:  tyler  durden  (fight  club),  anakin  (star  wars),  tokio  (money  heist),  flynn  rider  (tangled)

HEADCANONS ꗃ ( CLIPPED ) INTERVIEW.

describe your  personal  definition  of  loyalty  to  your  crew.

he  barks  out  a  laugh  at  the  question,  "well,  shit.  i'd  probably  start  with  not  stealin'  half  the  crew  to  make  one  of  my  own." it's contradictory to the way he languidly sits in nariza auto, lets propped on a tool cart & arms folded across his chest. "people take that shit so seriously. but when it comes down to it, you end up doin' what works for you, right ? i mean, good enough for viper, 's good enough for me."

is street  racing  a  long  term  plan  or  a  short  lived  hobby  for  you?

"ah, long term." their fingers flex at the question. it's absent-minded, like they're working through the motions of tuning an engine. "i mean, I'm in it now. tell me to fix a car & i couldn't leave it at just that, y'know ? not when i know just how far you can push them."

HEADCANONS ꗃ MISCELLANEOUS.

i wanted to have something up to give u baseline vibes however u know i will be Back to add more ...

comes from a family that had his entire life mapped out for him. how he would dress, the way he spoke, the school he would attend, the job he would work. he embraced their expectation for years. his true passions– working with cars, learning any instrument they could get their hands on– took a backseat. things hit a tipping point when his parents introduced him to his own fiance. a complete stranger, but someone whose family would play an important role in business acquisitions. a lump sat in his throat the entire dinner, like he couldn't believe it was real life. and yet— he stayed. they played the role of a perfect child & they did it well. they charmed their soon-to-be in laws, they graduated university, they excelled in their field. until finally—

they left. it's the afternoon over their wedding, they are due at the chapel in less than an hour and— they are on a flight. they have no plan, no backups; but for the first time in years, they can breathe.

flash forward to 1998, las vegas. some may say he lived a double life at one point. working the garage of a repossession-flip yard by day. a getaway driver for hire by night. if you couldn't find him under a car or behind the wheel, you could bet he was raking in winnings at the casino.

flash forward again to 2001, miami. the perfect getaway driver until he wasn't; the casino champion until he couldn't. but he still had one talent up his sleeve: running away. it's this city where he finds the rodani prowlers. he wants a job at the shop & he only grows more persistent as he learns about the world of street racing.

when the #SPLIT happened, he followed the nariza bois. he'd been growing restless with seemingly monotonous repairs at the rodani wheels shop. off the record, he'd been toying with cars, experimenting with imported parts. this seemed like a chance to find something more his speed.

tl;dr ... he's a runner ... one thing about them? they will Leave before they can be left.

[longwindedbore]

I didn’t have any of this on my 2024 Bingo Card

[1] Darth Cheney and I are voting for the same Presidential Candidate.

[2] Then I learn that back in 2019 Seth McFarlane in “Family Guy” accurately predicted Trump’s ‘empire’ at no more than $700M and all of it tied up in debt (could have saved me days to come to the same conclusions working through the details in Judge Engoron’s decision on the Motion for Summary Judgment.

[3] Now Melanie and I are in agreement that the gunfire incident on July 13 is suspect

“Now, the silence around it feels heavy. I can’t help but wonder why didn’t law enforcement officials arrest the shooter before the speech? There is definitely more to this story. And we need to uncover the truth,” Melania Trump says. The 20-year-old shooter was able to fire off multiple rounds from a nearby rooftop before he was killed by law enforcement officers.

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In the “Family Guy” episode referenced Peter’s accusation that “you’re cash-poor” prompts a fist fight with the Mango Mussolini.

At one point Melania hands Peter a golf club and the promise of a sex if he gets rid of Trump.

Melania may be hoping for a ‘Peter with a golf club’ criminal investigation accelerate her and Barron’s futures post-Trump?

So Melania may also be thinking but not saying that what a GREAT COINCIDENCE it was that

[a] the shooter had an ultra-right internet footprint

[b] just when Trump was facing a ultra-right anti-Trump-as-candidate uproar in the RNC in two days by the anti- abortion crowd over Trump’s waffling.

[c] the BS photo op of six Secret Service Agents allowing the defiant fist in the air exposing Trump’s head and chest to potential accomplices.

[d] an ultra-conaervative shooter worked the miracle of getting ultra-conservatives to shut up and seeth in private at the RNC (Cancel Culture!)

That’s one scenario.

On the other hand Dark Money may be worried that Trump has the six Opus Dei SCOTUS judges on his enemies list for turning down his plea not to release his taxes to New York State.

Weisselberg flipping, criminal conviction of Trump Payroll Co on 17 counts of tax evasion, the bank fraud Civil case, the Felony convictions (for falsifying financial documents NOT for paying hush money). Probably the $100M IRS tax lien on Trump Chicago gisxa result of info shared by Leticia James.

An ultra-conservative kid who worked for big hedge fund spraying bullets overhead [**] may have been meant as a warning not to mess with SCOTUS.

I don’t see any scenario in which the Democrats see an advantage in Trump as a martyr - the Dems raise too much money from being the only other choice in thd 67th or 68th ‘most important election of your lifetime.’

As long as Trump’s alive inspiring MAGAs will energize voting the local theocratic patriarchal narcissus out of local and state offices 2026 &. 2028.

Obviously by the time the RNC Harris was already in as the new candidate. Assassinating Trump would have killed the pure joy of his being gobsmacked by the old switcheroo right after the RNC. Joy anticipated from Dark Brandon on down.

Whatever the scenario those Secret Service agents are too well trained in what to do. Whatever that was thatthe world saw on July 13 had to be a deliberate violation of massive amounts of protocols.

In every scenario but the lone gunman vs the Keystone Kops there will be an ongoing murder investigation.

Someone is going to flip because it’s life without parole.

There may already be a sealed grand jury indictment. One of which lists Co-Conspirator #1?

Such an indictment may remain sealed until after the Election for the same reasons the Court acceded to postponing Trump’s Felony sentencing.

I have an unsealed indictment on my 2024 Card.

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[**] Within a one or two second window of time while being caught in the Butler police/SS counter sniper crossfire the kid fired a seven shot burst.

He would have had it already set for a burst rather than targetting Trump.

Experts have trouble with bursts

[gobboguy]

Chapter 26: Gelberg's Salvation

The air was thick with sweat and blood, the first light of dawn casting long shadows across the war camp. Hate and Snagkill circled each other like wolves, their breath coming fast, their bodies coiled with tension. Around them, the gathered Orcs watched in hushed anticipation, their eyes gleaming in the firelight. The fate of the Domination hung in the balance.

Snagkill struck first, his one-handed mace a blur as he swung for Hate’s head. Hate ducked low, feeling the rush of air as the weapon passed inches from his skull. He twisted, slashing with his daggers, but Snagkill’s armor deflected the blows. The larger Orc snarled and lunged, forcing Hate back with a flurry of brutal swings.

Hate moved like a shadow, dodging, slipping past Snagkill’s attacks, striking where he could. A quick slice at the ribs, a jab toward the exposed flesh of his neck—but Snagkill was relentless, pressing forward with sheer brute strength. He roared his devotion to MOG with every strike, the fervor in his eyes like a burning flame.

Then, Hate made a mistake.

He feinted left, too slow—Snagkill read the movement, twisted his hips, and brought the club down in a savage arc. The impact was thunderous. Hate’s daggers flew from his hands, clattering uselessly onto the dirt. He stumbled back, dazed, his fingers twitching as if grasping for weapons that were no longer there.

Snagkill grinned, raising his club high. Victory was his.

"For MOG! For the true Domination!" he bellowed, his voice triumphant. The watching Orcs roared in approval, their blood singing for the kill.

Hate stood, unarmed, breathing hard. Snagkill's shadow fell over him. The club came down—

—but Hate was faster.

In a single, fluid motion, he reached behind his back, his fingers finding the hilt of a hidden knife strapped just beneath his armor. With a flick of his wrist, he let it fly.

The blade spun end over end—swift, silent, true.

It buried itself in Snagkill’s throat.

For a moment, silence.

Snagkill’s triumphant snarl twisted into a gurgling choke. His eyes went wide as he staggered back, clutching at the knife, blood spilling hot and dark between his fingers. He tried to speak, to call upon MOG one last time—but no words came. His legs gave out. He collapsed to his knees.

And then, the self-proclaimed King Hrall fell face-first into the dirt.

Dead.

A stunned hush fell over the camp. Every Orc stared in disbelief, the weight of what had just happened sinking in. Their leader—their king, their chosen—was slain.

Then, slowly, heads began to bow.

Because under the old laws of the Orcs, there could be no question. By rite of combat, by the blood spilled before MOG, leadership had passed.

Hate was Warchief.

A murmur spread through the assembled Orcs as Hate stepped forward, standing over Snagkill’s lifeless body. Blood pooled beneath the fallen warlord, dark and thick in the dirt, but Hate was not yet finished. He reached for the ties of his trousers, loosening them with deliberate slowness, his face unreadable.

Then, in the old way, he let himself piss upon the corpse.

A hush fell over the crowd, and then came the nods of understanding. This was no mere victory—this was dominance, absolute and final. No challenge would be brooked. No whispers of rebellion would stir. Hate had claimed his place as Warchief, and there would be no question of his rule.

As the last of his piss spattered onto Snagkill’s armor, Hate fastened his trousers once more and turned to face the gathered Orcs. His voice rang sharp and clear.

"Send riders to the front! Recall the warbands! The fight is over—the war ends now!"

There was a beat of silence, and then the messengers scattered, their feet pounding the earth as they ran toward the battle raging at Gelberg���s walls.

Hate exhaled, rubbing his aching jaw, his fingers still sticky with Snagkill’s blood. He looked out at the assembled warriors, their faces torn between awe, confusion, and something else—something close to relief.

The rebellion had ended.

One way or another, the Domination would survive.

[ebooklibrary]

The Mortal Instruments Series by Cassandra Clare

Genre: Fantasy, Fiction, Vampires

City Of Bones

When fifteen-year-old Clary Fray heads out to the Pandemonium Club in New York City, she hardly expects to witness a murder― much less a murder committed by three teenagers covered with strange tattoos and brandishing bizarre weapons. Then the body disappears into thin air. It's hard to call the police when the murderers are invisible to everyone else and when there is nothing―not even a smear of blood―to show that a boy has died. Or was he a boy? This is Clary's first meeting with the Shadowhunters, warriors dedicated to ridding the earth of demons. It's also her first encounter with Jace, a Shadowhunter who looks a little like an angel and acts a lot like a jerk. Within twenty-four hours Clary is pulled into Jace's world with a vengeance when her mother disappears and Clary herself is attacked by a demon. But why would demons be interested in ordinary mundanes like Clary and her mother? And how did Clary suddenly get the Sight? The Shadowhunters would like to know...

City Of Ashes

Clary Fray just wishes that her life would go back to normal. But what's normal when you're a demon-slaying Shadowhunter, your mother is in a magically induced coma, and you can suddenly see Downworlders like werewolves, vampires, and faeries? If Clary left the world of the Shadowhunters behind, it would mean more time with her best friend, Simon, who's becoming more than a friend. But the Shadowhunting world isn't ready to let her go — especially her handsome, infuriating, newfound brother, Jace. And Clary's only chance to help her mother is to track down rogue Shadowhunter Valentine, who is probably insane, certainly evil — and also her father.

To complicate matters, someone in New York City is murdering Downworlder children. Is Valentine behind the killings — and if he is, what is he trying to do? When the second of the Mortal Instruments, the Soul-Sword, is stolen, the terrifying Inquisitor arrives to investigate and zooms right in on Jace. How can Clary stop Valentine if Jace is willing to betray everything he believes in to help their father?

City Of Glass

To save her mother's life, Clary must travel to the City of Glass, the ancestral home of the Shadowhunters - never mind that entering the city without permission is against the Law, and breaking the Law could mean death. To make things worse, she learns that Jace does not want her there, and Simon has been thrown in prison by the Shadowhunters, who are deeply suspicious of a vampire who can withstand sunlight.

As Clary uncovers more about her family's past, she finds an ally in mysterious Shadowhunter Sebastian. With Valentine mustering the full force of his power to destroy all Shadowhunters forever, their only chance to defeat him is to fight alongside their eternal enemies. But can Downworlders and Shadowhunters put aside their hatred to work together? While Jace realizes exactly how much he's willing to risk for Clary, can she harness her newfound powers to help save the Glass City - whatever the cost?

City Of Fallen Angels

The Mortal War is over, and sixteen-year-old Clary Fray is back home in New York, excited about all the possibilities before her. She’s training to become a Shadowhunter and to use her unique power. Her mother is getting married to the love of her life. Downworlders and Shadowhunters are at peace at last. And—most importantly of all—she can finally call Jace her boyfriend.

But nothing comes without a price.

Someone is murdering Shadowhunters, provoking tensions between Downworlders and Shadowhunters that could lead to a second, bloody war. Clary’s best friend, Simon, can’t help her—his mother just found out that he’s a vampire, and now he’s homeless. When Jace begins to pull away from her without explaining why, Clary is forced to delve into the heart of a mystery whose solution reveals her worst nightmare: she herself has set in motion a terrible chain of events that could lead to her losing everything she loves. Even Jace.

City Of Lost Souls

What price is too high to pay, even for love? When Jace and Clary meet again, Clary is horrified to discover that the demon Lilith’s magic has bound her beloved Jace together with her evil brother Sebastian, and that Jace has become a servant of evil. The Clave is out to destroy Sebastian, but there is no way to harm one boy without destroying the other. As Alec, Magnus, Simon, and Isabelle wheedle and bargain with Seelies, demons, and the merciless Iron Sisters to try to save Jace, Clary plays a dangerous game of her own. The price of losing is not just her own life, but Jace’s soul. She’s willing to do anything for Jace, but can she still trust him? Or is he truly lost?

City Of Heavenly Fire

Sebastian Morgenstern is on the move, systematically turning Shadowhunter against Shadowhunter. Bearing the Infernal Cup, he transforms Shadowhunters into creatures out of nightmare, tearing apart families and lovers as the ranks of his Endarkened army swell.

The embattled Shadowhunters withdraw to Idris - but not even the famed demon towers of Alicante can keep Sebastian at bay. And with the Nephilim trapped in Idris, who will guard the world against demons?

When one of the greatest betrayals the Nephilim have ever known is revealed, Clary, Jace, Isabelle, Simon, and Alec must flee - even if their journey takes them deep into the demon realms, where no Shadowhunter has set foot before, and from which no human being has ever returned...

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[theweirdspacejellyfish]

anime recs

patalliro! - 49 episodes

summary: the adventures of patalliro, the wild and uncontrollable infant king of malyneran

wolverine - 12 episodes

summary: the series begins in japan, where logan is challenged by shingen yashida, the notorious leader of a powerful mafia clan. when shingenas employee yukio, a female assassin, falls out of shingenas favor, she must kill him or be killed. teaming up with logan, the pair seek out the villain to exact their revenge

91 days - 12 episodes

summary: during prohibition, the law held no power and the mafia ruled the town. the story takes place in lawless, a town thriving on black market sales of illicitly brewed liquor. avilio returns to lawless after some time away, following the murder of his family in a mafia dispute there. one day, avilio receives a letter from a mysterious sender, prompting him to return to lawless for revenge. he then infiltrates the vanetti family, the ones responsible for his familys murder, and sets about befriending the dons son, nero, to set his vengeance in motion. killing brings more killing, and revenge spawns more revenge

yuki yuna is a hero - 12 espisodes

summary: follow the adventures yuki yuna and the hero club she joins as they aim to do their best for the community they live in, ranging from helping other clubs to fighting off mysterious enemies know as "vertex", all in time to attend classes and have fun

tokyo ravens - 24 episode

summary: in the great disaster, japan has been thrown into chaos by onmyouji. harutora tsuchimikado was born into an onmyouji family, but has no power whatsoever. his childood friend natsume appears to him one day to take him up the promise he made long aro to become her shikigami. a battle between onmyouji is about to begin

wolfs rain - 30 episodes

summary: in some distant future, its common knowledge that all wolves have been extinct for 200 years. however, it seems this is false as wolves have not disappeared but rather have taken human form. kiba, a lone wolf, wanders into a city, trying to sniff out the lunar flowers that are supposed to lead whoever follows to lead whoever follows the scent to paradise. the source of the smell is cheza, a girl who sleeps in what appears to be suspended animation in a lad. she and the wolves are drawn to each other, and kiba hopes to find paradise once he finds the source of the scent of lunar flowers. however, once kiba finds cheza, she is kidnapped by a mysterious person called darcia, and his search begins anew. before he leaves the city, he meets 3 other wolves, tsume, hige and toboe. all four wolves have very different personalities and ideas, and their friendliness towards each other is a little rough around the edges. however, they soon band together to continue to search for paradise

africa salaryman - 12 episodes

summary: the comedy follows a lion, toucan, and lizard as they live the lives of office workers in a capitalist society in japan, while also dealing with their unique situations as animals living beyond the savanna and the food chain

[virajsingh11]

How would you know if you're in love with the right person?

You see, there's a lot of challenges in relationships and I'm not just talking about flings or infatuation. I'm talking about real, mature, serious kind of relationships. There are different kinds of relationships but there's only one type of love; the feeling itself. We are all capable of love, be in love, and to feel loved by other people. It shares the same shade, vibrance, or color, but the weight and distribution is different, and that's what we call a relationship.

When someone pisses you off, you don't get to respond immediately by returning the favor but instead you become rational. You practice the 3rd law of motion to yourself, which is in every action, there's always a reaction. And you don't want your partner get pissed off too after posting something online just because you got offended. The right person helps you think, not just for the relationship to work but helps you become mature and better. So instead of fighting back, you just let it go and smile like you have a lot of things to appreciate than being pathetic.

You don't fancy for expensive things anymore. You're always on a budget and it's good. You're no longer thinking about your future dated plans every Fridays or Saturdays at the club. You would rather go out with your partner to pick up groceries. You started to write down a list of items you need and what your partner needs too, and you will be asking a lot of questions because you know it's not just about you anymore. You're both in this together, and the first question that comes to your mind is what are you going to eat or cook for dinner. Both of your stomachs are filled with food and butterflies at the same time.

You become competitive and confident regardless if you fail couple of times. You know that failure is inevitable, especially in relationships and in life. The right person will not hesitate to give you not just one or two but plenty of chances. A room full of trial and error. You'll learn to accept defeat and mistakes, and it's definitely alright. There's no better person in this planet but yourself if you learn to accept uncertainties, goodbyes, and a half empty glass of forgiveness. You're no longer afraid of committing mistakes not because the right person is just waiting at the corner, ready to forgive you but simply because you will then figure out that it's a mistake and you're ready to understand and learn from it. You accept feedbacks, lessons, and everything in between. Then one day, you're already giving the same treatment to other people which kinda surprised you, but made your day a little less stressful.

You don't have any problems with space, self time, or you and your partner hanging out with other people apart. You started to respect his space and you acknowledge his loyalty. There's no question about what time is he gonna be home, or he will not feel bothered if you go out with your friends and come home late. Both of you will proactively say your whereabouts, your current agenda, or even your behaviour. Not because, it is your sole duty to report every actions but because you don't want your partner get worried sick, or jealous, or feel insecure. You trust each other so much and you understand that it is more about respect and acknowledgement than just asking for approval.

You don't hate him anymore if he failed to fulfill his promises. You just simply move on and you start to trust the process, like everything's gonna be alright, and there's always a next time. You don't nag about his failures, or your disappointments in life. You learn to accept the shortcomings, the challenges, and the changes. Everyday, we become a different person. It is like a transparent skin is falling off from our body and yet, we understood that it is part of our lives as we are continually growing up.

The right person is not changing us. We change for us, to be the right person too. We're teaching ourselves that life is not all about ecstasy and creating happy memories. It is also about grief, sadness, pain, anxiety, and all the worse in between. It's difficult to keep a relationship, but it is more difficult to keep ourselves from changing just because change scares us. Being seriously, madly in love with someone terrifies us, to the point we back out for a moment before we surrender ourselves entirely, because we know there's no turning back. To begin the change, the most vital part is not to settle for less but to learn how to love the person you think might be the right one for you everyday even when they are unlovable and not just loving them when it is convenient.

🌹💞🌹

[sheila--e]

2am. Lets rate la squadra.

n1 is Risotto, personally I find his design extremely pleasing to look at both anime and manga wise, his ability more iconic than the bad it references, himself more iconic than risotto the food (because when I go to the supermarket and see risotto I think of him) and his fight extremely cathartic at the time (now u see me liking Doppio but back when I fucking hated him, so seeing him get his ass beat was awesome and left an impression.)

2 is Ghiaccio, his design is silly and I like it (big fan of his glasses), I LOVE that his stand is a fursuit and I love more that he's a perpetual motion machine fueled by deeply rooted anger issues, we should all love him more because he made dear Giovanna drive his car straight to a frozen lake like a fucking idiot. My biggest complaints is that we didn't see more of him, frankly... he also should've had waves.

3 would be(even tho I normally rate him the lowest out of principle) Illuso. What can I say about him? Not only do I wanna twirl his gorgeous brown pigtails and call him my beautiful queen but I also wanna hit him with wet cables; he truly is multifaceted. His fight with Abbachio was unforgettable in that it was almost straight up gay porn, man in the mirror also looks like a cute little flight captain bird and I think that's silly. This man is gorgeous and should've been at the club and not the mafia killing little autistic girls' big sisters.

4 is surprisingly Pesci! Idk, I just always felt bad about him and I think he deserves at least 4th place. I think that Araki wanted to draw a fat person properly with him but he didn't know how to do a double chin and ended up fucking it up badly as usual, and we got... whatever he is. His stand has a cute name, as a remark.

5th is Prostitute, better known as Prosciutto, who I frankly forgot about until halfway through writing this. You may crucify me over this but I thought he was kinda cute when he old man'd himself tbh. Idk I don't rlly have a lot to say about him except for the fact that I like old men and his ability is to make people old... he was very mean when he didn't have to be, like bro Pesci is already going thru enough by having nowhere where his face ends and neck starts, u don't have to do this shit to him...

n6 is Formaggio, I think he was too run of the mill for me, he was good as introduction and to get Nara to blow the city up but not for anything else. He's named after cheese and his ability is called Little Feet so he always made me feel a tad uncomfortable, plus his cut is ugly (tho I can say that about many of these other dudes too lol)

number 7 and last is Melone, not bc I have anything against him but because 1 his fight barely included him and 2 the most notable thing he did was get killed. I only remember the Babyface fight cuz Giorno was getting killed and Nara went hehe he's waving at us ^___^ Also atm I didn't rlly think much of it but he's kinda weird y'all r right, like not even in the good way...

Sorbet and Gelato R not included cuz we knew jack about them. Araki just wanted to bury some gays and he made them up ig... they're ok if I have to rate them, notably I did do the soyjak face when I was watching American Psycho and Patrick said Gelato... like that's one half of the JoJo guys my mutual in law likes..

[citynewsglobe]

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[lonelybanquets]

❤ (sanguine-law)

BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Affectionate; Platonic Hugs | Greeting Hugs| Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate letters | Caressing | Stroke hair | Foot rubs | Massages | Braid/Comb hair | Take care of if sick | Platonic Snuggles | Romantic Snuggles | Forehead kisses | Noseboops | No displays of affection

Sex; | One night stand | Shower sex | Wall sex | Quickie | Neck bites | Possessive Markings | Oral | Mutual kink exploration | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Forbidden (cheating) sex | Public sex | Drug-fueled sex | Back of a wagon in motion | BDSM | Threesome | No sex

Dates; Picnic | Theater | Restaurant | Fighting Tournament | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | Concert | Park | City Trip | Boat ride on a lake | Fishing | Hunting | Home cooked meal & cuddles | Burlesque | Fancy Restaurant | Adventuring | No dates

Would my character…

Be the first one to ask them out? Yes | No

Confess their attraction first? Yes | No

Have sex on the first date? Yes | No

Lie to them? Yes | No

Fail to show for a date? Yes | No

Cuddle after sex? Yes | No

Marry them? Yes | No

Bail at the altar? Yes | No

Live till old age with them? Yes | No

Cheat on them? Yes | No

Have children/adopt? Yes | No

Die for them? Yes | No

[waluigis-biggest-fan]

pls tell me abt Kerel and Anubis bc that father and daughter FWB sounds so wild (FWB = family with benefits? 🤣)

*breathes in*

Ok so basically, welcome to an alternative Earth. It’s the size of Jupiter, gravity is the same. Theres a bunch of states and most of it isn’t explored.

Kerel lives in the United States equivalent. It’s basically our world but with hoverboards and a slightly more militarized government.

Kerel is a teenager who gets sent from either Ireland or Australia, I’m undecided.

He is a Breaker. Breakers are people with abilities that break the laws of physics. His is time dilation. Everything moves in slow motion when he wants it to but only for him.

He joins a group of Breaker teenagers consisting of Lee: the son of a rich billionaire who funds all the extra-lawful escapades, Anderson: who shares Kerel’s abilities, and a couple other characters. They’re called the Chess Club because that’s the cover they use for their Breaker activities.

They travel the world and fight demons, monsters, and Kerel kills the gods of Egypt, Anubis swearing he will kill Kerel’s entire family.

Kerel and the group go for a while until Anderson goes violent and starts killing innocents. The whole group has to split up and go into hiding because the military, who is hunting breakers, is on their tails.

Some stuff happens and Kerel adopts a girl named Ashley. Theres an alien police invasion, Kerel kills the alien sheriff basically and an alien lizard woman falls for Lee who comes out as trans (though doesn’t change her name).

Kerel travels to the island of Arcadia meets Sapphire (not actually. She used to be called that. I can’t remember her name rn), the princess of a tribe of druids, and kills a demon who stole the sunlight of the island. The two fall in love but Kerel has to go back to the mainland and she has to stay to help rebuild.

Ashley realizes she’s the reincarnation of Anubis and leaves. Eventually Kerel returns to Arcadia to protect the islands plentiful Power Gems from the military. Sapphire leaves with Kerel this time.

Sometime after that the two get married, Anubis returns, and Kerel reunites with several members of the Chess Club and forms a worldwide defense group.

Years later, Kerel and Sapphire are married with a young boy on the way.

Anubis expresses her romantic interests to Kerel, Sapphire says it’s ok as long as she can ara ara their son, and the whole thing becomes one massive incestuous grab bag.

Later Kerel’s son steals the powers of the god of illusions and travels the multiverse with Kerel’s friend Jester.

*Long breath out*

[leejenowrld]

LOML 💐🗣

Hear me out , I am a huge ass simp for sweet men and your twin seems so sweet like 😳 the stuff you said about him >>>

( is he as hot as my wife?)

Not me simping for my brother in law 😭🤚

Also I am quite literally your baby bc am 18 and 5 months old rn 👑🥿

Mhuaw Mhuaw 💋 💋

~ 🧸

PLEASEEE i was waiting for someone to comment on my brother cus objectively? my brother is a sweetheart and he’s got all those good qualities😭 he’s funny, sweet, handsome and so caring like him and my younger brother would start a fight club to protect me from anything like they’re so overprotective 😭

my twin brother is definitely a shoulder to cry on :( we tell each other everything, i mean he’s my twin so we hide nothing. we got that creepy twin telepathy where i can tell what he’s thinking even if he doesn’t speak. he’s the same with me. we communicate with looks and subtle motions 😭 no one can connect with me on that weird eerie telepathic level like my twin bro like 🤙

anyways my brother!! to describe him he’s sweet and very outgoing and confident, he will try anything, he doesn’t worry about shit and he just gets on with it. he’s good under pressure, the mental illness gene came to me! anyways let me be honest you wanna stay far away from my brother cus he’s a fuck boy. he’s a sweet one though like i’ve had serious convos with him about it. he doesn’t give off the vibe of using someone for their body but oh my god does he sleep around a lot! always someone new in our house LMAO 😭 his body count is probably in the 60s like… he loves sex. he’ll go in-depth about these orgy’s he has and threesomes and he gets IN DEPTH describing what his dick did exactly and oh my god it’s just feral. the twin thing truly means he has no boundaries with me cus why isn’t he telling this stuff to our brother? but it’s fine cus i tell him everything in depth about me and my boyfriend 😭 and he’s just like 😳 he has never looked at my boyfriend the same (he knows i’m horny and slutty so he expects it from me)

he went away for uni so i can just imagine the fun he’s having fucking in his own house for once! i’m just thinking me and my brothers are so sexually active like my younger brother sleeps around a bit 😭 not as much as my twin one but!

my brother is too unserious to fall in love but maybe one day? who knows.

[melancoliefatale]

❤ sanguine-law

Antoine

BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Affectionate; Platonic Hugs | Greeting Hugs | Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate letters | Caressing | Stroke hair | Foot rubs | Massages | Braid/Comb hair | Take care of if sick | Platonic Snuggles | Romantic Snuggles | Forehead kisses | Noseboops | No displays of affection

Sex; | One night stand | Shower sex | Wall sex | Quickie | Neck bites | Possessive Markings | Oral | Mutual kink exploration | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Forbidden (cheating) sex | Public sex | Drug-fueled sex | Back of a wagon in motion | BDSM | Threesome | No sex

Dates; Picnic | Theater | Restaurant | Fighting Tournament | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | Concert | Park | City Trip | Boat ride on a lake | Fishing | Hunting | Home cooked meal & cuddles | Burlesque | Fancy Restaurant | Adventuring | No dates

Would my character…

Be the first one to ask them out? Yes | No

Confess their attraction first? Yes | No

Have sex on the first date? Yes | No

Lie to them? Yes | No

Fail to show for a date? Yes | No

Cuddle after sex? Yes | No

Marry them? Yes | No

Bail at the altar? Yes | No

Live till old age with them? Yes | No | they are vampire they can’t die of old age

Cheat on them? Yes | No

Have children/adopt? Yes | No?

Die for them? Yes | No

Justin

BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Affectionate; Platonic Hugs | Greeting Hugs | Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate letters | Caressing | Stroke hair | Foot rubs | Massages | Braid/Comb hair | Take care of if sick | Platonic Snuggles | Romantic Snuggles | Forehead kisses | Noseboops | No displays of affection

Sex; | One night stand | Shower sex | Wall sex | Quickie | Neck bites | Possessive Markings | Oral | Mutual kink exploration | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Forbidden (cheating) sex | Public sex | Drug-fueled sex | Back of a wagon in motion | BDSM | Threesome | No sex

Dates; Picnic | Theater | Restaurant | Fighting Tournament | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | Concert | Park | City Trip | Boat ride on a lake | Fishing | Hunting | Home cooked meal & cuddles | Burlesque | Fancy Restaurant | Adventuring | No dates

Would my character…

Be the first one to ask them out? Yes | No

Confess their attraction first? Yes | No

Have sex on the first date? Yes | No

Lie to them? Yes | No

Fail to show for a date? Yes | No

Cuddle after sex? Yes | No

Marry them? Yes | No

Bail at the altar? Yes | No

Live till old age with them? Yes | No

Cheat on them? Yes | No

Have children/adopt? Yes | No

Die for them? Yes | No