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Damn i really want to know tf happened in the writing room of arcane s2. Some of the downgrades were inevitable due to the show's corporate limitations (not being able to progress the class war story in a meaningful way, having to tie things back to league of legends in terms of making playable characters more appealing to well, play... rip Mel and Viktor in particular), sure. But i still feel like it's even worse than that? There are so many bad decisions that i couldn't even start listing them all... the characters, plot, pacing, themes, it's just such a mess? Even the dialogue writing, it feels much more mm Marvel at its worst i suppose. What i am most bothered by is probably just the straight up harmful messaging so um... Cycles of violence and abuse can be broken by individual decisions to become a better person! Got nothing to do with systemic oppression, living conditions, mental health issues, you can just conveniently ignore aaall the social context, live laugh love and then things get better automatically yep, oppressors famously stop oppressing you when you show them that you're harmless and won't put up a fight anymore. Literally three out of three suicidal characters dying to redeem themselves? Not even in a tragic/cathartic way but in a bittersweet 'they finally atoned for their mistakes' way? Groundbreaking lmao. Romantic relationship between Vi and Caitlyn including no communication about their biggest fight, just conveniently skipping to sex and getting back together - would have loved that if it was framed as the unhealthy fucked up thing that it is, skipping over Vi's hurt and her background to once again become a cop, her girlfriend's direct underling at that (!) due to her not having any other support systems... But nope that was our cute lesbian romance wrapped up, a good thing all around, not concerning at all. Jayce telling Viktor that what he 'always admired about him' was his disability and his deadly disease (??? from a character who spent the whole s1 and first act of s2 desperately trying to help Viktor find a cure? sure) and that those imperfections don't need fixing, just wtf truly. Magic bullshit was also weird, some implications of 'natural magic is ok, but achieving that power through other means corrupts you into a crazy robot bitch or just wilts your trees i guess', but tbh it was written in such a weird and inconsistent way that we can skip this one... Yeah actually a lot of things were just such a mess that I feel silly pointing to specific moments or lines I didn't like, I mean duh, it barely makes sense as a story at all... I am happy we have s1 which comparatively was a masterpiece, and i also really enjoyed s2 act1, i truly believed it would lead somewhere good at the time, my mind still kind of cuts off the story at that point when i think about it, that WAS the open ending of the show to me (is it possible that there were rewrites? targeting act 2 and 3? idk, wishful thinking perhaps). Despite my extremely negative feelings about this season's conclusion i remain glad that so many people appreciate the show regardless, it is clear that there was STILL a lot of love in the process of its creation (although i'd argue that even some of the visual aspects of the show suffered in quality, once again i have to wonder about behind the scenes mood of it all) and i get very upset when i see creatives online despairing over reception of their projects even when i'm absolutely in the disgruntled crowd hahaha... ...however yeah, this wasn't great In a world that increasingly grows more and more right-wing politically... we really needed something different i think.
#tbh i also feel a little annoyed that all the league jayvik fans were right all along#i always rolled my eyes like oh shush changing the characters doesnt mean ruining them#and here we are#boo boo the fool jpeg#arcane spoilers#arcane s2 spoilers#arcane critical#negative#ranting#text#long post
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Hi there! I know Iâve already sent a few in, but I have to send just one more since youâre closing your requests soon âŠ
Would you be willing to write something for Tommy Shelby using the prompt: âDo you have any idea what youâve done?â ?
Thanks so much if you choose to!! đ„°
Note: requests are now closed
Thank you so much for the request. I'm sorry that it took so long to write. Hope it was worth the wait
Title: Consequences
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Tommy paused briefly when he spotted you in his office chair. You took another sip of the whiskey you had stolen from him as your gazes locked. Tommy didnât speak to you as he walked softly across his office. Your gaze followed him as he poured his own drink. He took a sip of his own drink and looked around his office, much to your annoyance.
âDo you have any idea what youâve done?â
It was you who shattered the silence, finally sick of it. Tommy finally looked over at you. He studied you intentionally as you took another swig from your drink.
âYou look good there,â he commented at last, âbehind my desk. Although Iâd prefer it if you were on my lap.â
âFuck you.â
âIn time,â he commented, as he walked around his office, ânow tell me, what is it that Iâve meant to have done.â
You slammed your drink down on the desk with such force that you were surprised the glass didnât shatter. Tommy raised his eyebrows at your reaction.
âWhat youâve done,â you hissed quietly, âwhat youâve done is going to get us all killed!â
âI havenât managed that so far.â
âThis is London youâre expanding into, Tommy!â
âAnd Iâve done business in London before, despite everyoneâs protests. No one is yet to die.â
âWell last time you didnât end up killing, how many people was it?â
âDonât know.â
âWhy? Didnât keep count?â
Tommy gave you a blank look as he slowly walked closer to his desk. You stood up from his desk and hugged yourself tightly as you turned your back on him. You looked out at the dark night, watching Tommy approach you in the dark reflection until he was directly behind you. He had put his glass down next to yours and gripped your shoulders tightly. You winced under his touch but he turned you around, pressing you against the window.
âIâve lost count a long time ago,â he said, leaning closer, âwhat happened in London doesnât make me any worse or any better. So why are you acting this way.â
His lips brushed against yours.
âIs it because it was your family?â he asked
âMy family-â
âAre now the Shelbyâs,â he interrupted firmly, âyou knew that would happen when you married me, Mrs Shelby. You knew this was going to be a risk. You knew we were going to expand into London, your familyâs territory. You always knew that this could happen when we made our expansion.â
âOur marriage was meant to unify our families. A slaughter-â
âWe were attacked first, love. What were we meant to do? Give up? Surrender? You should know thatâs not what we do.â
âThatâs not what I-â
Tommyâs grip on you tightened painfully and you let out a hiss in discomfort. Immediately he loosened his grip but never broke eye contact. You could feel yourself getting lost in his blue eyes. Those eyes that had drawn you in since the first time youâd met him.
âYou need to remember where your loyalties now lie,â he continued quietly, âso where do your loyalties lie, Mrs Shelby?â
âWhere do you think?â
âI want to hear you say it.â
âWith you.â
âThatâs what I thought.â
He cupped your cheeks and pressed a kiss against your lips. He only ever acted like this with you and when it was just the two of you.
When it was just the two of you, he could allow himself to be soft. To show you the love he felt for you.
When it was just the two of you, you could ignore the taste of blood on his lips and the red under his fingernails. Because you knew that he ignored the same things on you.
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MOST WANTED II (Gangster!Sukuna x Spy!Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL]
READ PART I WITH MAFIA BOSS!TOJI HERE!
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âYouâre mine tonight. And if you value your job and your life, youâd better do everything I say.â
Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna x Self-Insert!Reader
Synopsis: After your failed mission with Toji that ended in humiliationâand unwanted hot dreamsâ, you beg her boss to put you on the next one to bag Sukuna Ryomen, a famous criminal boss and gangster who is wanted for many murders and trafficking jewels. After youâre refused, you go undercover as an escort at a masquerade party to get Sukuna alone and take him inâŠwhether dead or alive. Agreeing to go back with him to his hotel after drinks, flirting and a game of pool, you attempt to complete the mission, but not before Sukuna uncovers your secret and punishes you for lying to him. Heâll show you that nobody fucks with him. And that maybe youâre not as strong or tough as you think you are. Maybe, just maybeâŠyou enjoy being a gangsterâs plaything.
Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Self-Insert!Reader; Reader is Black, Fem & Plus-Sized; Flirting; Sexual Tension; Eye-Fucking; Escort!Reader; Agent!Reader; Action/Fighting; Noncon/R*pe; Dubcon; Handcuffs; Knife Play; Dirty Talk; Mask Kink; Daddy Kink; Degradation; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Facefucking; Choking; Slutification; Objectication; Mean Dom!Sukuna + sub!Reader; Doggystyle; Condescending Sweet Talk; Reader Cums 2x; Facial/Cum on Tits; No Aftercare
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writerâs Note: Got another one for yâall & for my fave @curiouscutie143!! We plan on expanding my âMost Wantedâ world, probably even to other characters in the future! I had so much fun writing this AND itâs my first ever Sukuna fic! I hope yâall enjoy reading about that mean olâ nasty man lol. Kisses! đ-Jazz
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You stand in your bathroom mirror, staring at the woman staring back at you who looks like she could use a drink, a good orgasm, and some sleep.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â you ask the woman. She moves her mouth with yours as you speak in the empty bathroom with its tiled walls and hardwood floor. A folder holding your next target sits next to you, a label reading âCLASSIFIEDâ stamped across the front.
The sound of Friday night in the cityâcars honking, someone blasting music from the apartment across from yoursâfills the space of your studio apartment. Usually, you would use tonight to order a pizza, watch a movie, or go to the bar across the street to pick up a guy for the night. But tonight, you stand in the mirror in your night slip, hair and makeup already on, getting ready for a party. Not just any party. A masquerade ball. One that is crawling with all kinds of elite figures, celebrities, politicians, business ownersâŠand gangsters.
One of which you have your eye on. You grab the file sitting next to your sink that is littered in traces of makeup, your curling iron sitting unplugged right next to it. You open it with trembling fingers, making it hard to turn the pages. Your anxiety is already taking over. âStop it,â you mutter to yourself as you finally making it to your targetâs photo. You snagged his file a week ago in n secrecy. You had flirted mad hard with one of the file clerksâgeeky, unattractive, and painfully awkwardâand gave him a hard-on in order to sneak by and get into the file room. It is imperative that your agency have such a room to keep track of your old and new targets.
Ryomen Sukuna is one of the new ones and at the top of your bossâ list in terms of most wanted people. Big in the crime world and well-known for being a âprofessional killerâ, Sukuna is feared in his area of businessâŠ.which is anything that has to do with crime. Most of his business is underground and unknown to the public, but your agency has been keeping tabs on him for months now ever since other high-demand crime bosses and crooked officials in the city started coming up dead.
According to your teamâs findings, Sukunaâs operation stretches across Japan and overseas in New York and London. His men, who are just as devious and dangerous as him, usually do all of his dirty work, including smuggling items and taking out those who threaten Sukunaâs businesses.
But Sukuna isnât afraid of getting his hands dirty either.
He delves into the areas of illegal drug-smuggling, gun trafficking, imported, exotic seafood, and, mostly recently, jewel smuggling. It seems that Sukuna is a man of history. When a recent thousand-year-old diamond went missing a month ago from a history museum in Tokyo, your boss already had a feeling that Sukuna was behind it. But when a crime boss known for his jewel smuggling wound up dead just a week ago, he knew that Sukuna was most definitely the culprit. The man is like a piranha in the crime world, taking out every other being he deems as weak or a threat to his survival.
But you knew you could get him, especially when you found out that he would be in your city for a masquerade ball to celebrate the presentation of a new line of art worth millions. You knew he was planning something. Possibly even a massacre of potential buyers.
âLet me get him,â you begged your boss. You stood in his office a week ago once the news of Sukuna broke, your hands on your bossâ desk. âI can do this, sir, I promise. I can take care of this for you with my kind of skill.â
Your boss sat behind his desk, looking haggard and exhausted from running such a lucrative company. âV, I already have two agents working on this case.â
âWho?â You asked, but it mustâve came out harsher than you intended because your boss looked at you in alarm. âI wonât disclose that information only because I donât want you to have any negative feelings towards them as your partners.â You didnât know what to say. All you could do was stare down at your hands that laid flat on the wooden surface of the desk. âBoss, I can do it,â you said, your voice soft and shaky. You hated sounding so weak.
âItâs not that I donât think you can do it, V,â he said, his voice gentle but affirmative like a father. âIâm only looking out for your safety and best interest.â
âMy best interest,â you scoffed, unable to swallow back your pride or bitterness. âYou and I both know that this is about what happened with Toji. You think I canât handle this just like I couldnât handle him.â
Your boss looks away from you, staring at his much-needed cup of coffee instead. You feel all of the air rush out of your lungs as he confirms it without confirming it.
It has been five months since your ordeal with Toji Fushigiro. You havenât caught wind of him since he left you in that strip club, covered in his cum and completely humiliated. The walk of shame back to your apartment after receiving medical attention and a week of paid absence was even worse.
You did nothing but stew in your apartment, filled with bitterness, humiliation, and revenge. You often had dreams of the crime boss, your plump body squeezed between his big arms and his muscular body on top of yours as he drove his cock into you. You would awaken in the night, sweating and your panties soaked in arousal from the flashes of that night.
Toji had ruined you, but he didnât break you entirely. You knew that you could put the pieces back together and redeem yourself if you got on another mission, which is where Sukuna came in. If you could just convince your boss to put you on this case, you could show him, yourself, and everyone that you were stronger than the likes of Toji.
âPlease, sir,â you begged. âWhat happened with Fushiguro will never happen again. I know what Iâm doing. Have I ever failed you before?â
Your boss turned back to face you, his expression apologetic but firm. âV, itâs not that I donât trust you,â he explains. âYouâre the most overqualified agent and hit woman we have hereâŠbut what happened with Fushiguro was serious. Your health and safety was seriously threatened.â He pauses, biting his tongue. âWhat is it?â you pushed, your heart hammering in your chest.
He ran a hand through his graying hair, sighing to himself. âWe also found out that Ryomen is a close contact to Fushiguro,â he added. âThey had been in business with each other before and worked with the same clients.â He took a sip of his coffee as if to calm himself. âYouâre too close to the case, V. Iâm sorry, but youâll have to stay out of this one and wait until we get another case to put you on.â
That was the end of it. There was no convincing him. You walked out of there with tears in your eyes and feeling exposed to the whole department as the hit woman who became a slut for a crime boss. When you got home that night, you downed a bottle of wine and told yourself that you wouldnât let this happen. No more self-deprecating or feeling sorry for yourself. No more thinking of Toji, his dirty words, and his big, beautiful cock.
You wouldnât allow this type of disrespect for ANYONE. So if you were going to redeem yourself, you would do it without your bossâ approval. This is for you now and you alone.
So here you are now, about to go against your bossâ wishes and the rules of your profession by inserting yourself in a case that has nothing to do with you. But you were prepared. You would find Sukuna, seduce him, and turn him into the authorities at means necessaryâŠeven if that means making him bleed.
You turn away from the mirror and look down at your vanity stool where your outfit for tonightâs event is laid out nicely for youâa strapless red dress with a slit in the thigh, a diamond set, and red bottom heels. Most importantly, a mask encrusted in diamonds sits waiting for you to put it on.
You pick up the mask and hold it in your hands, feeling the ridges of the diamonds against your fingertip. âOkay,â you say to yourself, feeling adrenaline fill your veins. âLetâs do this.â
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When you arrive at the ball, it is in full swing and brimming with luxury, excitement and the energy of the nightlife crowd.
The party is located downtown in a high-end, five star hotel ballroom. It is shockingly easy for you to get in, but then again, as a renowned hit woman, you know exactly how to blend in. All you had to do was slink by while the security guard posted in front of the hotel was busy with another masquerading couple.
As soon as you walk in, you are bombarded by the sound of a live band playing classical music and the aura of luxury. It is all around youâon the snack table where a crystal bowl of punch and champagne flutes sit; in the tasteful decorations of feathers, streamers, and entertainment blowing fire, making the crowd gasp; in the conversations and laughs of the guests decked out in their best designer and masks.
There are so many masks of all colors and kinds, making you blend in perfectly with the crowd. You keep your silver clutch close to your side, your little Glock hidden beneath your lipstick tube switchbladeâŠand your lipstick. You canât ever leave the house without your MAC.
You begin to look around the room, Sukunaâs face in your mindâs eye. You studied his appearance for days before coming here. Though you have no idea what heâll be wearing tonight, you know that once you see him, youâll know that itâs him.
âDrink, maâam?â a voice suddenly asks. You jump slightly and turn around, finding a smiling waiter carrying a tray of champagne flutes. âOh, yes,â you reply. âThank you.â You give him a red-lipped smile and take one before he walks away to serve someone else. You might as well drink and try not to act so tense. Any kind of slip and your act will be exposed. You already know Sukunaâs men are slinking around here too.
You decide to walk over to one of the snack tables where a couple stands with their own snack tables, both matching in their rich, violet clothes. You give them a nod as you take a plate, lower your glass on the table, and randomly gather some cheese cubes onto your plate.
Beside you, the male in his gold mask and long, wavy hair, leans in towards his partner. âHeâs in here somewhere,â he murmurs. âKeep your eyes peeled.â Immediately, you know exactly who he is. A C.O.D.E. agent. You sneakily eye him and his partner who glares at him behind her leopard-printed mask that somehow meshes with her violet gown. âAnd keep your mouth shut,â she hisses. âThis place is crawlinâ with his men.â
You plop some veggies onto your plate and dribble on some ranch dressing, still listening. âSorry,â the male mutters. âItâs my first mission, okay? I only got transferred to Japan just a month ago!â
The woman rolls her eyes and drops his arm from hers. âStay here,â she sighs before she struts off in her heels. Her partner watches her go and you can feel his irritation radiating off of her. âBitch,â he mutters before he presses down onto his left ear, obviously calling someone. Probably your boss to tell him that he hates his partner and wants to abort the mission. You nearly laugh and have to bite your lip to keep from giggling.
These are the agents your boss sent out tonight to get Sukuna? Them?! This guy was just transferred a month ago from wherever-the-fuck and heâs already messing up! Even on your first mission, you knew to always keep your guard up and act the part, wherever, however.
The male walks away to a nearby table, talking as he does to your boss or someone else at headquarters. You scoff to yourself, actually offended. How could your boss send someone like this ameture on a mission? But youâd show him. You nibble on a broccoli stalk and some cheese as you begin to scan the room, nodding at anyone who passes. Your eyes pass the stage to the far left where the exit into the hotel lobby is.
There, you see him. He is chatting with two men in suits and their own masks, a glass of champagne in his big hand. Each thick finger is inked and adorned in silver rings that wink at you under the bright lights. He is big and tallâabout 6â6 at least. His big frame fills out his black suit and tie outfit which is rather plain for such a gaudy party.
But the blackness of his suit makes the pink of his hair, fluffy-looking yet spiked, and his red mask pop. At first glance, his mask reminds you almost of the Devil. Itâs a fitting look for him, you suppose. He isnât flashy, but he still looks rich. Like he has no problem making such a statement with his outfit and red-bottom shoes.
But you doubt that anyone would have anything to say to Sukuna Ryomen about anything he wears.
He tugs on his right ear where several small hoops, including a cartilage piercing, hang. From where you stand, you can see that his neck is roped in tattoos as well. He says something to the men and gives them a smirk before turning and walking through the exit.
You wait until the men depart and drain your champagne before tossing your snacks away. The hunt is on now. Keeping an eye on your fellow agents, you strut across the room to the exit, paying no attention to the gents who have their eyes on your bouncing chest, thighs, and ass. You finally make it to the hotel lobby and quickly scan the area, looking for Sukunaâs broad shoulders and long legs. You immediately find him at the entrance of a bar on the right hand side chatting with a doe-eyed waitress who immediately giggles and guides him into the bar.
You follow, the click of your heels against the marbled floor egging you on. The swanky, dimly-lit bar is damn near packed when you walk in. Most of its patrons are from the ball with the exception of businessmen at happy hour and women in their finest looking to score a rich man for the night. You spot Sukuna sitting at the end of the bar and passing the bartender a twenty-dollar bill for his shot (and bottle) of whiskey. About three stools down is a plump, balding man in a wolf mask and an Armani suit, his face flushed from too much to drink.
Immediately, you get an idea. Smirking to yourself, you strut over to the bar, brazenly staring at both the wolf and Sukuna who both have their eyes on you. You sit down beside the balding wolf, giving him a small smile in greeting. You place your clutch on the bar where you wave your manicured nails at the bartender. âOne martini with five olives, please,â you order. The bartender nods and begins to ready your drink.
The wolf, on his fourth or fifth Bourbon, sloppily smirks beside you. Perhaps he thinks it makes him look sexy. âFive olives?â He chuckles. âYou storinâ for the winter, Ms. Red?â His eyes graze down your body from behind the eye holes in his mask.
âJust for this party,â you joke. âWhy? Do you suggest somethinâ more delicious than olives, Mr. Wolf?â You put a sultry, seductive lilt into your voice, leaning your chin into your hand. You hope Mr. Wolf catches onâŠwhich of course, he does.
âIf youâre interested in whatâs at the snake table, sure,â he replies, his voice low and teasing. He suddenly digs into his pocket, fishing out a twenty. âHere. A pretty thing like you shouldnât buy her own drink.â
âI appreciate that,â you giggle, taking the money from him just as the bartender returns with your drink. âHow can I repay you for such a kind act?â You lean forward and press your tits enticingly against the bar to which Mr. Wolf shamelessly stares at. You think you hear Sukuna scoff behind you, making your neck feel hot. But you donât dare turn around. Not yet.
Mr. Wolf opens his mouth to say something either dumb or lecherous, but a slender blonde in a cat mask and a skin-tight dress struts up to him. âThere you are!â she scoffs, rather loud. âIâve been calling you nonstop! You dragged me to this damn party and then you just left me alone to come drink some more?â
She is so loud that it drowns out the jazz music playing overhead, catching the eye of the others in the bar. Mr. Wolf lowers his Bourbon, sighing to himself. âKaren, please donât start,â he mutters, seething with rage. âYou begged me to take you here.â
The womanâKarenâignores him and turns to you. âAnd who is this?â She demands, scowling at Mr. Wolf. âAnother one of your âbusiness partnersâ?â The sound of shocked laughs and whispers drift in the tense, musky air. Mr. Wolf looks at you apologetically as he slides off of his stool, nearly falling. âSorry,â he whispers. You give him a smile as he walks off with his naggingâŠgirlfriend? Wife? Sugar baby? As if hearing your thoughts, Sukuna answers them for you. âI couldâve told ya he was married,â he chuckles. His laugh is smooth and rich yet deep and lethal, like a shot of whiskey.
You turn to him, raising a brow at him as you sip your martini. âHow do you know?â you question. âHe didnât have a ring on his finger.â
Sukuna chortles again as if youâre some dumb little girl he needs to school. âDonât have to. Rings can come off, âspecially at events like these.â He takes a sip from his shot glass, eyeing you across the rim. âThereâs plenty of pretty women like yourself swimminâ around here for the pickinâ.â
His gaze is hot like fire licking across your exposed skin. The air that Mr. Wolf and his wife left tense becomes even more so. But you straighten your neck and regard him with a smirk. âLike me?â you scoff. âI doubt he couldâve even been able to afford me.â
You take another sip of your martini, leaving a red stain on the rim, before fishing out the toothpick rowed with olives. You pluck one off with your teeth, knowing that Sukuna is watching. âJust keep up the act. Hook, line, and sinker.â
âSooo youâre one of those city girls, huh?â You turn to him, silently asking him to elaborate. âThe kind who chase the bag and never look back at the broken hearts they leave behind?â His smirk is playful. Almost sneaky.
âClose,â you reply. You place your toothpick back in the glass and lean in to give him a shot of your cleavage. âMerchandise,â you vaguely explain, accentuating each syllable with your plump, red lips.
Sukuna carefully watches as if attempting to pick your features apart behind your mask. He leans back on his stool, smirking. âSo I was right: this is a âpay for the nightâ situation. I had a hunch.â
âOh, you did?â you scoff. âYou a cop?â He nearly snorts into his glass. âNot even close, mama,â he chuckles. You cock your head to the side, acting curious. âThen what do you do? You already have my occupation, so what kinda work got you here?â
âI thought we were talkinâ âbout you,â he smoothly remarks, eyeing you down. âThatâs some dress you got on.â You give him a look, standing your ground. Finally, he gives in defeatedly. Iâm aâŠman of all types of businesses. Iâm kind of an arts conasor, I guess you could say. Iâm big in tradinâ, auctions, collectinââŠâ Trafficking. Criminal activity. Killing. âCool,â you reply, nodding. âOh, Iâm V, by the way. Yes, Iâm fine, thank you.â
Sukuna chuckles, his crimson red alight with mischief. âWell, I know youâre fine,â he jokes. âLittle spitfire, ainât ya?â You can tell he likes your wittiness. Most men like him do. âApologies, V. Itâs a pleasure to meet you.â
He puts his big, ringed hand out for a shake. You take it, ignoring the zing of electricity that shoots up your arm as his fingers clasp yours. âSukuna,â he says, his voice suddenly deeper than before. Quickly, you take your hand away and place it in your lap. If he notices, he doesnât act like it, instead lighting himself a cigar. âMind if I smoke?â he asks, regarding you with those blood-red eyes. You shake your head. âNot at all. So what brings you to this riveous party, Sukuna?â
Your target wraps his lip, pierced lips around the cigar, inhaling before exhaling the smoke. âBusiness. Money. Potential clients and partnerships. I ainât much of a party person as Iâm sure you can tell.â He gives you a smirk. âIâm guessinâ youâre here for business too?â You chuckle, liking his blunt humor. âI got a call from a regular client of mine to come here. Heâs a big-time CEOâthe owner of a chain of gas companies. He asked me to come here, but I havenât seen him yet.â
You come up with the lie on the spot and make a show of looking around for your imaginary client. âHope heâs not playinâ me out,â you huff. âHeâs been generous before, but heâs also generous with other women much younger than me.â
âWell, Iâd be glad to give ya some company,â Sukuna says. âBetween you and me, that guy sounds like a dickhead for even invitinâ you here.â You tilt your head at him, curiously and flirtatiously. âWhy is that?â you ask.
Sukuna takes another drag of his cigar, and as the smoke escapes his nostrils, he looks so much like the Devil appearing in a gray cloud to you. âCause this place is crawlinâ with guys like me. And I always get what I want.â He gives you a white-toothed smile that sends shivers down your spine and suddenly, your facade slips a bit.
But not until youâre fortunately distracted. âSukunaaaa!â someone suddenly shouts from the other side of the bar. He is in a fox mask and black suit with a red tie, standing among other powerful and rich-looking men. âCome! Play a game with us!â The other men agree, shouting him over.
You and Sukuna share a look, him looking like he wants to be anywhere but over there. âCome on,â you chuckle. âI donât know how to play, but Iâll watch you. I can be your good luck charm.â You sip on your martini as you rise to your feet, waiting for him to follow. After some thought, Sukuna gets up, standing a whole head taller than you. âIf ya say so, but be prepared for looks.â
Together, you walk side by side over to the pool table. Just as he said, you gain the curious eye of every man surrounding the pool table, cigars and drinks in hand. The entire area smells of cigar smoke and expensive cologne. Wealth. Sukuna introduces you to the men and you pretend to act flattered as the men kiss your hand and compliment you on your dress.
You stand among them and drink your martini, sizing up Sukuna and his gang. You donât know if any of them are âhis peopleâ, but you stay on guard anyway, sipping as little alcohol as you can. You watch them play pool together, laughing when youâre supposed to and answering questions when asked but not giving too much about yourself away.
Sukuna is pretty quiet most of the time, primarily focused on the game. He is very meticulous; a strategist at pool. His long fingers twirl around his pool stick, his eyes sizing up each player and the eight balls that roll this way and that along the green table. He is good, you admit. He knows just where to shoot and how to do it, betting on each ball with the probability of an expert.
But Mr. Craneâa banker in a crane mask and dark blue suitâis on his ass having gotten close in points. He stands there laughing and joking about while Sukuna sizes him up. âOooh, I think youâve got some competition, Mr. Sukuna,â you whisper. âHeâs winning.â
Your target grunts in disagreement. âNot for long,â he growls. âI donât ever lose.â You hum to yourself, staring up at him through your lashes. âYou sure about that?â
Now Sukuna turns to you fully and you realize just how tall he is. You have to stand back a bit to even look at him. âDo me a favor,â he purrs, his eyes hooded from the smoke. âWager somethinâ with me.â
Your heart thunders in anticipation for his next words..but you donât expect them even when they come out. âIf I win this game, you ditch that client who stood ya up and spend the night with me.â
Sukunaâs tatted hand goes for his pocket, patting it. âAnd trust me, mama: Iâve got the money for it.â A shit-eating grin crosses his lips, showing you the two gold canines embedded in his lower row of teeth.
âAnd if you lose?â you ask, alarmed by how breathless you sound. Sukuna passively shrugs. âThen Iâll buy you a drink and slip ya the money anyway.â You take a moment to think on this. He could be lying. He could be testing you. But figuring youâve got a weapon, you agree by clinking your glass with his. âDeal.â
Sukunaâs smile grows, almost looking joyous at your agreement. The game continues and you watch with bated breath as he and Mr. Crane go head to head. You sip your martini, not even noticing how less tense you seem from the alcohol or how bright the lights have become or how hot you seem or how Sukuna shoots the last two balls into a pocket because Mr. Crane missed. Oh, shit. You gape at the astonished player and then at Sukuna. He turns to you, prideful and giddy. âOh, would you look at that,â he whispers. âI win.â You get a bad, bad feeling in your gut, but you ignore it. Big mistake on your part.
You swallow hard, fixing your mouth into a flirty smile. âSo how would you like to spend the night with me, Mr. Sukuna?âyou ask. The gangster shrugs, acting clueless. âI dunnoâŠdancing, drinking, or your legs wrapped around my head. Itâs your choice.â Suddenly, the obvious sexual tension that has been in the air erupts as soon as the vulgar words are out in the open. You feel your tongue become heavy and your nipples harden beneath your dress. You ignore it all. You canât be hot over this criminal. Not again!
âYou stayinâ here?â you ask though you already know the answer. He nods, his expression lustful. âLetâs get out of here then. Iâd like to come back and get some cake from the party though.â
He nods again and lays a hand on your lower back, leading you out of the bar and into the lobby where you walk to the elevators. When youâre finally alone with him behind the elevator doors, you momentarily think about sliding your gun out of your clutch and shooting him, ending this now.
But when his hand slowly slides down your backside to grip your ass, you bite your lip and hold firm. âNot yet. In time.â Finally, the elevators open up onto a hotel suite that looks more like a penthouse. There is a foyer in the middle of the room with glass tables, a private bathroom near the exiting door, plush furniture overlooking a flat-screen, and a small kitchenette with an attached island and mini-bar.
Your heels click as you walk into the suite, admiring the luxurious room. âNice setup,â you comment. You twirl around to face Sukuna as the elevator doors shut. Youâre glad you remembered to wear gloves. You donât need to leave any fingerprints here. âItâs a little small for my tastes.â Sukuna strides toward you, reaching you in about three steps on his long legs. âBut then again, I donât use this room to sleep.â
Silently, he takes you by the hand and leads you into the large bedroom suite on the right hand side. The walls are painted an indigo blue, giving the room a calm sensation that the king-sized bed in the middle doesnât. Two plush armchairs sit across from it near a balcony overlooking the city beyond, the moonlight shining onto the bedâs crossed ceiling and bedposts guarding each side of the headboard and the bottom of the bed.
You turn to Sukuna to say something, anything to take the edge off of you, but youâre silenced when he takes a seat at the end of the bed. He sits with his legs spread and his hands in his lap. Even from here, you can tell that he is hardâhis dick print is pulsing beneath his slacks. âTake that off,â he demands. âLet me see you.â
Showtime. You lay your clutch down near your feet within armâs reach before you reach back to slooooowly unzip your dress. The beautiful, red garment slips off of you, leaving you in your strapless corset, panties, and nylon stockings. All trimmed with lace. All sexy. You purposely chose this outfit because the corset lifts your breasts in a way that is enticing and your panties hug your ass, making it plumper and much fatter.
Sukuna gives a sharp intake of breath before he takes off his jacket and starts reaching for his tie. You chuckle though your blood runs hot. âOh, startinâ already? I didnât take you as the eager type.â The gangster smirks, yanking his tie off of his throat. âAnd I didnât take you as a liar,â he replies.
You blink at him, startled by his words. âW-What?â you stammer. Sukuna continues to strip, unbuttoning each button on his top. âYou agreed to let me do whatever I want if I win. Iâm askinâ you to take off everything. Includinâ the mask.â He still gives you that humored smirk as his top comes off, revealing a tattooed chest and big, muscular arms to you roped in ink.
You can feel your anxiety peaking. Your stomach is roiling and you feel sick. âIâm not taking off the mask,â you firmly say. Now Sukunaâs smile fades. He looks confused as if he canât figure you out. âYou disobey me?â he asks.
You swallow, not liking how that sounds. âIâm just not comfortable with that. I donât want you seeing me. Itâs something I do with every client.â You keep up with your role, hoping that heâll take that as an answerâŠbut youâre wrong. He fixes you with a laser-hot look that you donât like. âYou sure?â he asks. âOr are you just tryna save yourself from your sinkinâ ship?â
âWhat are you talking about?â you snap, glaring at him. You stagger back as he suddenly gets up and walks over to the nightstand. As he does, you quickly unzip your gun and place it behind you in the waistband of your panties. Better to be ready than not at all.
Sukuna turns to you then, holding a glittering diamond wrapped in cloth in his palm. Your eyes widen at the sight of the stolen jewel from the museum. âThis is what you want, right?â he asks. âThis is what youâre lookinâ for?â His smirk grows into something menacing and almost mocking. âOr is it me youâre lookinâ for, V? It is V, right?â
âOh, my God. Not again.â
Sukuna knows heâs got you judging by the deer-in-headlights look youâre sporting on your face despite the mask. âCan I ask you what your plan was tonight?â he asks. Not waiting for an answer, he continues: âWhat, you thought youâd seduce me, get me up here, suck my dick a bit, and then slap some cuffs on me so you can save the day?â
He snorts at the mere thought of it, the diamond still in his palm. âStupid girl. I know all about you. Toji and I are close in this business.â He begins to walk toward you, slowly and teasingly like a serial killer who takes joy in scaring his victims before the final kill. He told me aaall about how he used that pussy till it was sore and got away in the end.â
You grow hot at the vulgarity of his taunting words, even more so at the fact that your cover has been blown again. âSo what now?â you ask, dropping the act entirely. âYou gonna kill me?â
Sukuna places the diamond on a nearby dresser right where a few bottles of wine sit. âI shouldâŠbut I wonât. After all, weâre up here now.â His eyes grow dark and lustful, frightening you. âSo Iâm gonna do just what I planned to do: Iâm gonna fuck you like I paid for you.â And he definitely is a man who will act on what he says.
Quickly, you take the gun out of your panties and aim it at him. Sukuna stops moving, standing as still as a statue. âStand back,â you growl. âYou come any closer and Iâll put a bullet in you.â One finger sits on the trigger, ready to press down at any given moment.
Anyone else would cry, flinch, beg for their livesâŠbut not Sukuna. He is as stone cold as the look in his eyes. He takes another step toward you, then another, until his chest is pressed against the barrel of your gun. âDo it,â he growls. âI fuckinâ dare you, bitch. Shoot me.â
And so you do. Despite your hammering heart and shaky hand, you pull the triggerâŠ.only to hear a click. You pull again, hearing a click. Nothing. âWhat?â you whisper to yourself, staring at your gun. Itâs the perfect advantage for Sukuna to take, which he does by slapping you dead in your face.
With a shout, you fall to the ground, your gun clattering to the floor. You check your lip for blood, finding only smudged lipstick. This motherfucker ruined your makeup! âSlipped into your clutch while you were chattinâ with that wolffish slob,â he explains, grinning evilly at you. âYouâd think a hitwoman would be a little more savvy.â
Now youâre angry. Heâs insulting your intelligence. Embarrassing you. Humiliating you. âOh, I am,â you snarl. âI was gonna go easy on you, but nowâŠIâm just gonna make you bleed. Do not ever underestimate me, dickhead.â
You lunge at him and grab onto his belt, using all your might to yank him down onto the floor. As soon as heâs down, you place your arm over his stomach and leap onto him, straddling him. Ignoring his smile and handsome features, you raise a hand to punch him, but his hand shoots out to grab your neck.
You grunt, trying to break his hold which he uses as a distraction to pull you off of him. Back onto the floor you go with the gangster on top of you. He forces your wrists at the top of your head, his big hands gripping and pinning them down to the floor.
âNice try,â he chuckles, his big body pressing into yours. âIâve seen better though.â
You try to buck him off, but he wedges one knee between your plump, soft inner thighs, his belt buckle pressing into your pelvis bone. You gasp, feeling suffocated. âSt-Stop!â you stammer. âDonâtââ Youâre rudely cut off as his knee glides against your crotch, giving you a spark of pleasure. A soft moan leaves your lips followed by a rush of hot embarrassment.
Sukuna notices, his crimson eyes glinting like a catâs in the night. âOh,â he coos. âWas that a moan, babygirl? You like this?â He rolls his hips down into yours, unfortunately causing that same spark of pleasure to explode in your core. He cackles, overjoyed by this. âMaybe this is what you came here for: to get fucked by a gangster. Iâm better than Toji though. I promise you that.â
He sits fully on top of you, straddling your waist, and reaches for your clutch. âLetâs see what ya got in here, shall we?â He turns your clutch over, causing each content of it to fall out onto the floor. Your lipstick and switchblade. Your phone. Your powder compact. And a pair of silver handcuffs.
Sukunaâs brow raises in interest and he gives you a smile that makes you damn near sick. He snatches the cuffs before you can reach them and suddenly gets off of you. Before you can wonder whatâs happening, he flips you over onto your stomach and begins yanking you across the floor by your ankles. An animalistic grunt leaves your lips as you try to grab onto something to slow your trip, but itâs to no avail.
So you begin trying to kick him, hitting his arm and his leg. You try to get his balls, but you end up getting his knee. âOooh, bratty!â he cackles. âIâm gonna have some fun with you, whore. Youâre dressed for the part already.â
He is rough with you now, taking great pleasure in your shouts of pain and desperation. Finally, he forces you over to the nearest bedpost and yanks on your wrists. You wriggle and squirm, trying to escape him, but you canât do much when the cuffs are clicking around your wrists.
Clank, clank.
You panic, trying to shake your wrists out, but the chain linking the cuffs together are looped around the bedpost. You are trapped. Sukuna stands back with his hands up his hips, admiring his handiwork. âThere we go,â he chuckles. âNice and tight. You look so good for me right now.â
You turn to stare at him, on your knees and cuffed to the post. âFuck you,â you growl. His smirk grows along with his cock in his pants. âOh, not yet, mama, but Iâm glad youâre so eager.â
You begin to scream and clatter the cuffs around, making as much noise as you can to alert someone. Anyone. But when the familiar barrel of a gun presses into your backside, you pipe down. âShut the fuck up,â he growls. âYouâre mine tonight. And if you value your job and your life, youâd better do everything I say.â
He uses the gun to press it underneath your chin and turn you to face him. âUnderstand?â he growls, his red eyes glaring. You know better than to argue or scream or curse. So you swallow your pride and everything you learned from C.O.D.E. training. âY-Yes,â you whimper.
Sukunaâs eyes light up like a Christmas tree at your obedience. ââYes, sirâ is the correct response, but Iâll let you off this one time.â He keeps his gun in his hand, but doesnât aim it at you anymore. âNow if you wanna do somethinâ else with that mouth besides complain and talk shit, Iâve got an idea.â
His smile fades as he watches you watch him, his gaze molten hot and lustful. You have no choice but to watch him unbuckle his pants with one hand and pull his cock out. Your eyes widen at inch at his long, thick, pulsing shaft protruding from a nest of pink curls.
âSuck my cock,â he demands, his tone firm and serious. âApologize to me for all of the lies and deceit. Oh, and look up here while you do it.â
You feel your eyes watering and your lips quivering. Everything in you is screaming at you not to complyâŠbut there is one part nesting in the deepest, darkest depths of your being that is interested and curious. The same part of you that emerged in that VIP room with Toji five months ago.
Swallowing your pride, you start by kissing and licking along Sukunaâs shaft, introducing yourself to his cock. He softly groans and hums in enjoyment at your ministrations, pushing his hips forward.
He does so in a way that makes his cock slip between your lips and in your mouth without your permission. You gasp as his thick cock passes the threshold of your mouth, the taste of him all over your tongue. âThatâs a good girl,â he moans, using one hand to grab the back of your head.
He pushes you forward onto his dick, taking him deeper into your mouth. You force yourself to open your throat and to breathe through your nostrils in an effort not to choke. Heâs about as big as Toji with a thick, bulbous head, heavy balls, andâ
Click.
Your eyes tick up to see Sukuna with your phone in his face, the gun now in his pocket. How did he break your code? Did he use Face ID? His cock slips out of your mouth and you take a moment to gasp in some air. âWhat are youâ?â
âJust givinâ you some encouragement and persuasion,â he cuts in, smirking. âAfter all, you need to do a good job, donât you? And I would just hate for your boss to somehow see this if youââ
âDonât!â you cry, tears springing into our eyes. âFine, Iâll do it! Just donât send anything!â You want to shield yourself from the camera eye of your phone, but you canât. You canât do anything.
Sukuna keeps the camera on you, the threat of pictures or videos looming over you. âOpen up then,â he growls. âAnd donât even think about usinâ teethâŠbut youâre a good, smart girl, so I doubt youâll try it with me.â
His cock pulses in front of you and you shiver. You donât know if itâs out of repulsion or excitement. Either way, you suck on his cock like you mean it, hollowing your cheeks to take him easier. Sukuna lets out a loud, throaty groan, one hand tangled in your hair.
âThatâs it, mama,â he groans. âTake that fuckinâ cock. Yâknow, youâre better at this than ya are fightinâ.â He pushes in deeper, making you gag and nearly triggering that button in the back of your throat to vomit. âYou should think about changinâ occupationsâŠbeinâ a little cocksucker is way more fittinâ for ya.â
He begins to fuck your face now, slowly at first, but he is still brutal and rough. You have to force yourself to keep breathing to avoid throwing up all over his dick. âYou could be my little cocksucker,â he growls. âMy cock slut. My whore. Youâd like that, wouldnât ya?â
You gurgle and gag in response, your throat forced to flex around his cock interrupting its natural state. You feel as if your throat and mouth are being molded into his personal fleshlight with the way he fucks your face, grunting and groaning like a desperate man. His balls slap against your chin, filling your nose with the scent of his cologne and his cock.
Youâve never been used in such a way. You are being resorted to nothing but a toy. A hole for his own use. Saliva drips from your chin and down onto your tits, making you slick and messyâŠjust like another part of you between your thighs. The more he fucks, the more your cunt throbs and pulses in anticipation for it to be fucked the same way.
What is wrong with you?
You can only ask yourself this question more as Sukunaâs thrusts grow rougher and stronger, his fingers digging into your scalp. âFuck, baby,â he grunts. âYouâre about to make me cum. Youâd better fuckinâ take itâŠtake it, bitch!â
Finally, with a few more brutal thrusts that steal your air away, Sukuna lets out a loud moan and cums deep down your throat. Your moans of protest and shock are muffled as his cock pushes deep, ropes of warm cum shooting down your throat.
âTake it,â he pants. âTake my fuckinâ cum. I know you want all of it.â He begins to rock his hips slowly, riding out his orgasm as he gives you more and more of his spunk. You take all of it because what other choice do you have?
When he finally pulls away, a string of cum-mixed saliva attaches itself to your bottom lip. He grips your chin, forcing you at look at him. âShow me your mouth,â he demands. âI wanna see it. Stick out your tongue and donât let a single ounce drop.â
You do as he says, carefully sticking out your tongue so he can see the pool of cum on it. He smiles, patting your cheek. âThatâs a good girl. Now swallow.â And like an obedient puppet, you close your mouth and swallow his cum before he gives you a long, wet, open-mouthed kiss that steals your breath away.
When he pulls away, he honestly looksâŠsofter. Like heâs in love with what he sees. âNow,â he coos, wiping a drop of spit off of your lips with his thumb, âlet me give you a reward for such a job well done.â
You let him grab your arm and force you onto your feet. Your body feels unbalanced and your legs are wobbly. To some degree, youâre thankful for the support of the post to hold you up as Sukunaâs big hands glide down your ass and thighs. Then, suddenly, you feel his breath caressing your asscheeks and something cool on your skin.
You realize what it is when you feel your panties slice off of your body. A knife. âPlease,â you whimper. Sukuna chuckles, humored by your humiliation and fear. âDonât fret, mama. This is just to get these panties offâŠif youâre good, that is.â He presses the cool metal of the knife into your thigh, making you feel the jagged edges.
âYou can be a good girl for me, canât you?â he whispers, a wicked smile in his voice. He doesnât give you the chance to answer before lightly licking you against your slit. You gasp, your wrists straining against the cuffs. His big hands glide up to force your hips back, causing your ass to jut into his face.
Sukuna hums in enjoyment, licking and sucking away at your pussy that seems to grow wetter with every ministration of his tongue. How is he so good at this? You try to hold back your moans, but you canât. Plus, the knife against your thigh doesnât allow you. One wrong move or something that he doesnât like and that knife could be cutting your skin.
So let him do as he pleases. But you donât really have a choice either. All you can do is grip the pole youâre shackled to as Sukuna sucks on your pussy lips and swirls his tongue around your clit before he dips the muscle inside of you. Your mouth falls open on a loud moan, his soft lips cushioning your clit. Your thighs begin to quiver and you feel your body shake in pleasure.
You hate how good this feels. And you especially hate that the man you hate is making you feel this good.
Sukuna lightly pulls on your pussy lips, earning a whimper from you. âIsnât this so much better than fightinâ me, baby?â he asks before French kissing your cunt once again. He kisses you sloppily and messily, his tongue licking and sliding this way and that. âFuckinâ slut,â he growls, gripping your asscheek and giving it a smack. âYouâre so desperate for me. Itâs what you should be.â
He moves the knife to your lower stomach, pressing the tip into your lace bra. Your pulse jumps as you feel it puncture a hole in it, ruining the bra and grazing against one of your breasts. âPlease,â you whine. âPlease!â
Sukuna smiles, still licking and sucking your pussy with all of the vigor of a hungered man. âI like you begginâ,â he replies. âDo it again for me. Beg real pretty for me, slut.â You have no choice when he continues on slurping on your cunt and fucking your hole, his nose swiping against your clit.
âPlease, please, please!â you sob. âPlease let me cum!â Your begging must satisfy Sukuna because his tongue moves a little faster, his pace causing your body to quake against the restrictions of the cuffs. His hot, wet mouth causes your orgasm to wash over you quickly yet powerfully, controlling every part of your body. You let out a whine of pleasure as your cum explodes in Sukunaâs mouth, drenching his lips and chin in your juices.
The aftershocks come and your body starts writhing, causing you to grip the pole for dear life. Sukuna hums in satisfaction, cleaning you up as you writhe for him. Finally, when the aftershocks subside, you slump against the pole, your knees nearly giving out. Sukuna pulls away from you finally and lovingly strokes your ass. âGood little slut,â he coos in his deep voice. âBut we ainât done yet so youâd better get it together.â
Instantly, your stomach grows fluttery with butterflies and your core grows warm. You know exactly what is coming next. You canât stop. You canât avoid it. And more frighteningly, youâre not even sure if you donât want it.
Sukuna stands behind you and places one foot between yours to widen your legs out. His knife glides up your side to your neck to come across your throat. You freeze as soon as you feel the cold metal touch your tender, warm skin. Sukuna chuckles into your ear as his other hand plays with your wet pussy. âWhat a thrill, huh?â he hisses. âYou ainât been thrilled yet till youâve gotten me.â
You concur. You canât help but to do so when he finally slides that big, thick, long cock inside of you. Slick and open from your orgasm, he slides right in and makes his home between your velvety walls. He groans into your ear while your mouth falls agape on a silent moan.
You feel stretched. You feel full. You feel used. And you feel absolutely, positively amazing. Sukuna digs his nails into the fleshy part where your ass meets your hip, his fingers fondling your tummy. âFuck!â he grunts into your ear, panting hotly. Even he canât get a grip on himself. Your pussy feels too good wrapped around him, stroking him of all heâs worth.
He drops the knife, no longer needing it, and your body relaxesâŠuntil the blade is replaced with his hand. âTake it,â he demands. âTake that fuckinâ cock. You know you need it.â His other hand grips your stomach, kneading the plushy, soft flesh as he fucks into your wet heat. âSo let me give it to you,â he huffs. âLemme give you everything that slutty pussy needs.â
His hips hammer harder and faster into your ass, making it quiver and recoil. Your moans are loud and high-pitched, unable to be silenced due to Sukunaâs pistoning thrusts. He fucks you like a machine, pumping in and out, out and in, his cock pulsing inside of you. âF-Fuck!â you stammer. âWait, Sukuna! Youâre going t-too fast!â
Your pussy feels like itâs going into overload, being stuffed too much and too quickly. Tears spring into your eyes as Sukuna grips your throat tighter, cutting off your air for just a moment. âQuiet!â he snaps. âSluts donât talk. They only take dick. They take all thatâs given to them and theyâre thankful for it.â
Short moans and gasps leave your lips as he continues to squeeze, still fucking you dumb. Your knees buckle and your head feels fuzzy from the overstimulation and his hand gripping your throat. The pleasure somehow mounts to astronomical heights because of this, leaving you a dumb, mindless mess.
Sukuna presses his lips to your ear, his lip ring cool against the shell of your ear. âSo tell me thank you. Say âthank you, Daddy, for givinâ me that dick. Thank you for fuckinâ me so good. Thank you for makinâ me your little cock whoreâ.â He loosens his hold on your neck, allowing you time to breathe. But you canât breathe. You canât even speak. Your mind is full of cock, unable to focus on anything but Sukunaâs big thighs against yours and his dick pummeling into you.
His hand grips your neck again, tighter this time, and you gag. âSay it!â he demands, roaring into your ear. âSay the fuckinâ words!â This time, he doesnât release your neck, so youâre forced to get the words out with his fingers pressing into your throat. Fat, wet tears drip from your lashes, wetting your cheeks behind your mask.
âThank you!â you sob out, finally broken. âThank you, Daddy! Thank you for giving me your dick! T-Thank you forâŠforâŠ!â You trail off, your words turning into a desperate moan as you feel the knot in your core tighten.
Youâre about to cum. Your target, this gangster, a lowdown, dirty criminal, is going to make you burst all over his big, fat cock as if youâre his lover and heâs deserving of all of it. âFuck, Iâm gonna cum!â you warn. âPlease, please let me cum, Daddy! I canât take it!â
You grip the cuffs for dear life as he fucks and fucks and fucks you. Your knuckles turn white, an indication of the pleasure youâre experiencing. Sukuna chuckles, enjoying your torture. âAww, but the fun just started, baby,â he condescendingly coos. âYou gonna cum already? Is this gangster cock just too good?â You whimper in response, your eyes fluttering closed.
Smack!
Sukuna slaps your ass hard, making it sting. âI donât hear an answer,â he growls. His thrusts grow quick and brutal, turning your pussy into mush and making your clit sing. âYes! Yes, it feels so fucking good!â you babble.
âCum on it then,â he orders. âGive Daddy what he wants. Fucking cum for me now, V.â He continues this brutal, controlling pace with one hand gripping your throat and the other on your ass, drilling into your pussy and against your G-spot with all of the mercy of a sinner.
It doesnât take long for that knot in your core to snap. âOh, fuck!â you whine, damn near screaming for all to hear as you cum hard around Sukunaâs cock. Your orgasm hits you hard and intensely, sending you on a trip as you thrash in Sukunaâs hands and against the post.
Your pussy grips him tighter than a vice as you cream him, coating him from his cockhead to his balls in your juices. He grunts in pleasure by how tight youâve grown, gripping and stroking him until he has no choice but to cum. Before he can, he pulls out of you and forces you down onto your knees. Youâre so weak that you go tumbling down like a baby deer still weak on its hind legs.
âLook at me.â You stare up into Sukunaâs eyes, now facing the man behind the red mask. He has taken it off, revealing his handsome face and strange, tatted stripes on his cheeks. He furiously pumps his slick cock with one hand while he uses the other to rip off your mask. Youâre too weak and spent to protest or fight him off.
His face grows red and glistens in sweat from the fury of his pumping, his arm tense as he jerks himself off in front of you. âTake me,â he demands. âTake my cum, my good little whore.â With a few more pumps, he finally bursts with a roar of pleasure, his head flying back as he shoots his spunk all over your face and tits.
You gasp as the warm liquid hits your face, dripping down your cheeks, lips, neck, and juicy tits, making your skin sobbing wet and sticky with him. Your breath comes out in short puffs of air as you recover from the vigorous fucking, completely spent. And ruined.
Sukuna deeply exhales, relaxed and satisfied. âNot bad, little girl,â he chuckles. âI havenât cum that hard in a minute.â You watch as he picks up his knife and begins to redress himself like nothing happened, fastening his buttons and his belt. Like this was just a quickie and nothing more.
When he finishes, he smirks down at you as he fishes a handkerchief out of his pocket. âLook at you, all messy,â he tuts. âDidnât your boss teach ya to clean up after yourself?â
He kneels down and begins dabbing his cum off of your face, but not your tits. You already know you look crazyâmascara dripping, lipstick smudged, foundation fucked up. You eyeball Sukuna as he finishes cleaning you up. Even when he takes the key to the cuffs out of your clutch and releases you, you still glare at him like youâre trying to kill him with your eyes.
He tuts, cocking his head to the side. âOh, now donât look so glum. Here, Iâve got a present for you for your hard work.â He gives you a wink before walking over to the nightstand, leaving you to recover on the floor.
Slowly, you put your dress back on, hissing at the burn of your hands and wrists from the cuffs. You do your best to keep the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks at bay. Youâre almost dressed when Sukuna comes back to you and presents you with the diamond, covering it with the cloth.
Youâre stunned into silence for a while, even as he places the rock in front of you and then backs away. He watches you as you watch the diamond, half expecting it to blow up or somethingâŠbut it doesnât. Immediately, you feel enraged. âSo youâre gonna give me that and what? Let me go?â You laugh, dry and loud. âWas the pussy that good that now you feel bad?â
Immediately, Sukunaâs hand is wrapped tight in your hair. He grips it and yanks you up, making you shout in pain. He brings you up an inch away from his irritated, crimson eyes. âDonât get too cocky, bitch,â he hisses. âThis ainât about how hard you made me bust or how good you looked takinâ my cock. This is about teachinâ you a lesson.â
Your body tenses and grows cold. As if sensing this, Sukuna soothes your fears. âIâm not gonna kill you,â he explains. âInstead, Iâm gonna give you that stupid rock you wanted and you can explain all to your boss about how you saved the day to get itâŠbut only youâll know what it took. Only youâll know how you failed again.â
He leans in, smirking. âAnd that cuts deeper than any knife.â And it does. Already, you feel gutted than Toji made you feel. Youâre bleeding out all over the floor, humiliated. Broken. Destroyed. You have failed again.
Sukunaâs smirk grows wider and he loosens his grip on your hair. âBut I like you,â he chuckles. âAnd I donât like a lot of people, so Iâll throw ya a sweetener: if we ever cross paths again and you get tired of beinâ a hero, you can come kick it with me. Be my little slut and my partner.â
He leans in, giving your neck a long lick, making you whine. âHowâs that sound, doll?â he whispers, stroking your cheek. You donât answer. If anything, you feel like spitting in his face. âIâll let you sit on it, but my offer stands. Till we meet again, V.â
He gives you a wink and releases you before fastening his mask onto his face. You watch as he turns to leave, unable to take him from behind. Youâre too weak and too defeated to do so. âFeel free to use the shower!â he calls, and then you hear the elevator ding.
So you do. Once he is gone and the hotel suite is now yours, you drag yourself to the luxurious bathroom, undress, and take a scalding shower to wash Sukunaâs cum, your ruined makeup, and tonightâs mistakes off of you. You use as much of the floral-scented body wash as you can, washing, scrubbing, and rinsing until your fingers and toes are pruned.
But even that isnât enough. When you end your long, hot shower, you feel just as dirty as when you walked into it. You then steal one of the plush hotel robes left by the shower and drag yourself back into the hotel room, leaving the floor a mess with your discarded items. The only thing you pick up is your phone.
There, several calls from your boss wait for you. âShit,â you mutter to yourself. Is it possible Sukuna sent him something anyway? Only one way to find out.
With your mind made up and your heart pounding, you press on your bossâ contact and wait for him to answer, each dial tone making your anxiety peak. Finally, he answers. âV, Thank God!â he exclaims. âIâve been calling you for hours! Where the hell have you been?! The agents that I put on the Sukuna case told me youâre at the party and Sukunaâs file is gone. V, are you there right now?â
You don't answer for a moment, too busy staring at the diamond sitting next to your discarded mask. Both signs of your failure. Tears begin to rise to the surface again, but this time, only one falls. You canât fool yourself anymore.
âV!â your boss shouts. âV, answer me! Where are you right now?â
âIâm sorry, boss,â you choke out, wiping your cheek. âIâm going to have to resign.â
TO BE CONTINUED.
#sukuna x black reader#sukuna x reader#black fanfic writer#smutty smut#my works#black coded reader#plus sized reader#sukuna ryomen#sukuna ryoumen smut#jjk x reader smut#jjk smut#my commissions#my one shots
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Okay so I watched the whole trolls trilogy and am down EMBARRASSINGLY BAD for Trollex. Itâs ROUGH.
If possible (Iâm sorry this is so highly specific) could I get Trollex x a male techno troll reader who is very sound sensitive, shy and antisocial but totally comes out of his shell and becomes super caring and nurturing to Trollex when theyâre together? Especially how SCARED TROLLEX LOOKED WHEN THE ROCK TROLLS ATTACKED OMG!! I see a bubbly, confident always positive man and go âno I should care for and comfort him reallyâ lol
Sorry if this rq is a messâ
Trollex X M! Techno S/O
Pairing: Trollex X S/O
Warnings: Lots of Fluff, Mild cursing
A/N: TROLLEX LOVER UNITE!! FUCK YEAHHHHHHH and oml I love this idea it's so cute anyways I haven't written for trolls in awhile *this was a draft I forgot to upload sorry pooks) - Trollex loves you and understood how you were shy and not very open yet he helps you grow out of it - The way he always beams at you when you speak up more coming out of your shell but he also panics when he saw you cover your ears fast due to how he accidentally boosted the music up - He slowly helps you get use to loud music and would take you out in small group parties which will expand that will help you out - As soon as you came out of your shell more he got so excited and his eyes sparkled when you pampered his face - the way you nurture and care for him how he does back to you cuddling and pampering you - Little dates every now and then as he does have royal duties he always escapes thats why lagoona always searches for you when she can't find Trollex - She always finds him being near you or draped over your back grinning
- Trollex and You have a special connection and when together you both act like little kids and often seen doing dumb things which makes some people confused
- King Trollex and you have a certain nickname or inside joke between them that is special for eachother
- Due to your appearance you have certain things that your very insecure about, and may be more self-conscious than you let on but trollex loves every part of you - When the rock trolls invaded he looked panicked so when you held his hand and stared ahead with an expression that said 'we got this' he couldn't help but feel prouder - When he was getting taken you slammed into a rock troll throwing yourself infront of him as you both got put into the same cage together - so here you were in the same cage holding trollex is hand with teary eyes as he cupped your face wiping your tears as he muttered to you in hushed voices - Barb didn't hesitate to hit the bars of your sell "Well look here" barb lips twitched up "Lovers? I assume don't worry rock n roll can help bind it stronger-" "Shut up... just let us be you ahev teh string " "hm... fine Put this techno troll in a different cell farther from trollex" - The panic in Trollex eyes as he grabbed your hands trying to keep you in his arms before you were dragged away from rock trolls into a separate cage horrified him as he was calling out for you as you were chucked into a separate cage hidden by many others
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Carry On Countdown Day 1 - Something Old
For this year's COC I've decided to put together daily fic rec lists! Let me know if you find any new favorite reads from these <3
For todays prompt I've gone with fics written pre-Wayward Son!
To Get to You by ikehgaan
Rated M, 40,437 words
I think of this fic often. Fight kissing! Who could ask for more!
Simon figured the Pitches didnât exactly encourage being open and honest about feelings. Unsurprising, but a little sad. Baz always acted aloof, as though nothing got to him, except with Simon. Simon could always get to Baz. (When Simon canât take out his frustration on Baz by fighting him in their room because of the anathema, he resorts to more⊠unconventional methods).
No Tomorrow by Spockzilla
Rated T, 42,142 words
I will never listen to Take a Chance on Me with out thinking of this fic. It's such a fun take on the time loop trope!
âWhy didnât you wake me?â I growl groggily into my pillow. âItâs not my job to wake you up. Get an alarm clock, you fucking numpty,â he snaps. I wonder if super hearing is a vampire thing. âYou threw my alarm clock into the moat first year!â I shout over the music. âNot my problem,â he says, as he slams the door shut behind him.
Cinnamon Lips by @f-ing-ruthless-baz
Rated T, 9,249 words
I love a good drunkenly getting together story and this is a great one!
âSnow, did you drink my Fireball?â âYour what?â He blinks at me, wobbling in place for a second, so I nod at the flask in his hand and he grins. âIt tastes like cinnamon sweets and burning,â he says proudly. âThat it does. Now hand it over.â He scowls. âYou know, you act like youâre so fucking perfect all the time, Mr. Know-It-All, Mr. Good-at-Magic, Mr. Shampoo-Advert-Hairââ âSnowââ âBut imagine what people would say if they knew Basilton fucking Pitch, top of the class, hangs out with corpses and drinks cinnamon sweets?â
Two Pints of Lager and a Packet of Crisps by stellatundra
Rated M, 3,936 words
Baz sowing some wild oats? Simon getting jealous as hell? Sign me up!
After his kidnapping ordeal, Baz goes to a magickal bar, deciding he deserves just one night to forget about destiny, numpties and Simon Snow. Simon follows him, convinced heâs up to no good, but is taken by surprise when he sees his roommate kissing another boy.
All this soulmate shit by half_witch
I only read this for the first time this year. It is so fun. If you love magic soulmate tropes, this one has just about all of them!
Rated M, 31,573 words
Simon has learned to despise his âevil anti-friendmateâ Baz despite being connected to him through magic their entire lives. From sharing luck at ten years old, to mind reading at twelve, to teleportation at seventeen, and the Red String of Fate at twentyâSimon and Baz know only three rules: 1) The New Yearâs Eve countdown brings them one new bond to share, 2) The bond only lasts the year, and 3) Bonds NEVER occur twice. But this year, the magic is out of their control and seems hellbent on bringing them closer togetherâeven if it kills them.
I Hoped It Was You by EllisyaSyron
Simon and Baz fall for each other without knowing they're talking to each other. It's like You've Got Mail, but better since neither of them lose their family bookstore in the end. Excellent dialogue!
Rated T, 8,901 words
as requested by anon: "au where baz and simon start talking online bc baz writes drarry fics and simon draws fanart and they do a collab (they don't know that it's them)" BlackPrince:Â I want to kiss you. SSPuffPride:Â I want to kiss you too. I wish I could BlackPrince:Â ...Tell me how you would.
Unspoken Rules and Simon's Nights by @lilmcgil
Rated E, 5,503 and 5,822 words respectively
This was one of the first Snowbaz fics that I ever got obsessed with. Both fics are truly excellent!
Simon and Baz develop a nightly routine. In the daylight they pretend it's not happening.
Companion piece to Unspoken Rules. Same plot line, but from Simon's perspective. I think it would make more sense if you read that first. But don't let that keep you from reading this if you haven't! Be a rebel if you want.
If you have any recs that fit the prompt that I've missed, feel free to leave them in the comments! There's plenty of gaps in my reading so there's a good chance I may not have read it.
Also I've had a hard time finding if some people are here on Tumblr, so if you know someone who hasn't been tagged, feel free to leave that in the comments as well <3
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So that apple music top 100 albums list huh
#this is the most blatantly biased list of albums I have ever seen IN MY LIFE#THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL RANKED 74. OUT OF 100. SEVENTY FUCKING FOUR#YOURE RANKING TAKE CARE BY /DRAKE/ IN THE TOP 50 BUT DOWNWARD SPIRAL AT 74. PUTTING KANYE AT 26 ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING#ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME KANYE IS A BETTER PRODUCER THAN TRENT REZNOR???? TRENT FUCKING REZNOR????????????#TRENT REZNOR WHO HAS PRODUCED SOUNDTRACKS FOR MULTIPLE FEATURE FILMS. WHO HAS WON AWARDS FOR HIS PRODUCTION WORK#its so over oh my god we're never coming back#look I know downward spiral gets straight up unpalatable at times but ITS ART. ITS RAW AND ITS VISCERAL AND ITS HIGH ART IM GOING TO BLOW UP#im also a little radiohead HATER so Im already >:/ about them having two albums on here. but people dickride them like crazy so I can see it#not to say that like. they didnt redefine alt rock as a genre like I will admit that they did. i just think theyre overrated#also yeah ofc the beatles have two albums on here because everyone loves mid apparently#anyway Ive been making myself mad about this so time will pass at work so once the clock strikes 4pm est I no longer give a shit#cal.txt
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HOLD ON WAIT UP HOLD THE PHONE
I KNOW I WAS GONE FOR A FEW MONTHS THERE BUT HAS BLUE LIKE DON'T FORGET ABOUT ME ALWAYS BEEN A PART OF A SERIES OR IS THAT A NEW DEVELOPMENT???
I FEEL LIKE ITS CHRISTMAS ALL OVER AGAIN FUCK Y E A H
Okay so
I...
have been cooking
by which I mean illusions of grandeur and
schemes
And I have not been forthcoming lol Everyone kind of disappeared all at the same time so I kind of stopped talking about what I'm doing but I have been biding my time, quietly putting mechanisms into motion and plotting and occasionally cackling over my cauldron.
I finished the first draft of Blue like don't forget about me and didn't like it so I cut out all the sci-fi fantasy stuff (bye bye aliens farewell superpowers) and in November wrote a new first draft that's all contemporary romance babeee and I'm so in love with it I'm turning it into a little 3-part (possibly 4 if I can't control myself) series.
The original childhood years have been split off into a prequel novella called Red like my bleeding heart in your hand. Then Blue like don't forget about me will take place 20 years later. Nash works at Cherished Hope Nursing Home
âAnd what is it you do? At the nursing home, I mean.â I wipe shit off of old people. And Teddyâs a hockey player. Whatâs Luke, an underwear model? He shouldnât have come.
Teddy comes back to town for a funeral and
Teddy looks at him for the first time in twenty years and every ounce of warmth leaves his expression. Message received. He should not have come.
OKAY SO AND THEN the next book will be Jo's POV and is called Violet like these delights. and MAYBE there will be a 4th from Luke's POV bc he gets to live this time by the grace of god (me) but it'll depend on how Violet goes (its current state is mostly vibes and a single overarching theme so, stand by).
Red needs a clean-up round of edits to snip out the few little threads that connected it to OG blue. And rewritten blue is basically done. I've done the major revisions and am about to start line edits and after those are done I'm sending it out to beta readers (lmk if you're interested).
There are concise actual summaries in my pinned post btw lol
WHICH REMINDS ME
The series title is Wildflowers of Deliverance. Which I'm extremely proud of. Did you notice did you notice how each title incorporates a wildflower did you did you? and the town they grew up in where Nash and Teddy first met is called Deliverance!!! It's okay I know I'm a genius.
And this brings us to the meal okay? because like I said I've been Cookingâą quietly but steadily for a few months now. ANd what have I been cooking? PLOTS and PLANS
I've decided on a pen name: Sarah B. Elisa
I've created a(nother) side blog for it that will be exclusively centered on my og writing and geared more toward readers rather than writers like this blog is: @sarahbe-writing
I'm going to create a website (as soon as I convince myself to spend money)
and a newsletter (as soon as I convince myself to spend money and do work)
I'm still waffling between trad publishing and DIY. I really like all my hats and it would be a shame to have to share them but oh my god I don't want to do all the marketing but trad pub seems hit or miss on how well they market you so I might get half of my hats taken away and still have to do the marketing bullshit UGH
anyway
OH YEAH and the OG draft I wrote for Blue? I'm going to spin it back to its OG OG roots [parkner, naturally--Return of The childhood friends to estranged almost lovers to super-powered rivals to reluctant allies to friends to lovers finally wip!!! AKA: We Were Gods (we were kids)] and that will fix all the things that went wrong and I didn't like đ so it's basically like double Christmas I think
#i have been#a tad reluctant to use the tag list#since because I scrapped the whole plot and genre and started over#feels like a teensie bit of a betrayal?#so idk i think i need to make a post (way fucking shorter than this one) and tag everyone and see who still wants to be tagged in stuff?#or maybe im close enough to the finish line i shouldn't do tag list stuff anymore? I'm kind of wary of oversharing bc#i totally did before#and the word count is smaller now#and there aren't like Plot Twists#it's a romance we all know how this is gonna end#so idk that's mostly why i've been quiet like haha what should i say and to who?#But anyway this weekend I'm going to get my shit together and put up some posts and get the ball rolling again#share some excerpts#get people excited#put out a call for beta and sensitivity readers#you know. work lol#also i missed you and i'm glad you're back <3333#my notes were sooooo quiet lol#and i don't just mean on my writing stuff i love seeing all of your tags in my activity like Yay that's my friend!! And they're yellin!!!#we love to see it <3#anyway#:)
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Mike johnson has so god damn much blood on his hands, obviously Ukrainian blood, but also plenty of American blood
Refusing to renew something that helps vets exposed to atomic blast and Americans who were downwind of the fall out... it's just sick. I can't fucking stand mike johnson, he's one of the worst scum to ever be in congress, and that's fucking saying something
"Johnson refused to allow House members to vote on bipartisan legislation to renew and improve the program"
Fucking quivering little pimple seems to have a real MO for just wringing his hands while insisting it's not his fault, he just can't do the one fucking part of his job of putting shit up to a vote... oh boo hoo, so sad, he'll just have to unilaterally let funding expire on things instead of literally just putting it up to our elected representatives to see if they want to vote yay or nay
Single handedly make the choices but it's not his fault when they work out how they do
Murderer
#I'm sorry; I both genuinely hate the man and will never forgive him; so seeing this just adds more fuel to that fire#and I'm also genuinely pissed to hear that we aren't gonna be bothering to fucking help out people we fucked over#it's fucking sick#listen; I try not to talk politics too much and I try not to tell people how to vote cause it's not really my business#and cause I don't like arguing with people on tumblr; waste of my time#but for all the dems many many many many many fucking flaws; it's shit like this that makes me hate the gop#every last line about sticking up for rural or poor people or whatever is such a fucking lie#god bless our troops... unless it would cost money to compensate them for making them stand near atomic detonations#at every turn I see fucking simple easy decent bipartisan policy shot down but fuckers like johnson; who is the gop at this point#fuck em; can't stand em#go fucking vote if you can in whatever country you're in; try and get a mail in ballot for your sake#I'm still not gonna tell you how to vote but uh... maybe keep in mind when someone's hands are fucking caked in blood#and keep in mind what kind of company people keep in their political party#fucking murder#cause inaction is murder as sure as if he stood their and kept them from getting treatment directly#removing the funding to let these people get cancers and stuff operated on#it's the same as murder#and again; that's not even going back to him personally; like literally it was just him and him alone#holding up aid to Ukraine for months because he refused to put it to the floor#where... oh look... once it was put to the floor it passed just fine (with a fucking tiktok ban added)#(hate that site but I hate government overreach with this kinda shit more)#one of the few people in this world I think I actually truly hate#I'm never gonna fucking stomach the 'he was so brave for holding a vote' shit lie#bullshit; if he had a spine or a soul he would have brought Ukraine aid to the floor before funding ran out#just like if he had a spine or a soul he'd have brought this radiation victim funding to the floor before it ran out#almost like there's a fucking pattern here of him squirming like a pus filled pimple simpering about how he just can't do his job#can't do the one fucking thing he's supposed to do and bring shit to the floor for a vote#I have more opinions on him; but if I said how I really feel right now I think it would get me put on a list#and... sadly just cause of who I am; if I were in a room alone with him I think I'd just lay into him instead of beating his ass#but he's a fucking monster and reading this story just now... I'm almost seeing red with how much it's pissing me off
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ANYWHO goodnight tumblr i'll be back on the art grind tomorrow i think đ
#haunted ecosystem#i'll take a burst of creativity in a different form than usual than the burnout slump i've been in for a few months#<- part of why my fandom stuff has taken a smidge of a backseat#dont get me wrong i am still very excited about my fandoms im just having fun off in oc hell (affectionate)#its nice to just be able to create and not really worry about perception. and also i feel Less bad about just throwing ocs into the wringer#((blame the fact i've been REALLY interested in whump recently and i have been. fixated. on one of my characters.))#and ALSO i've been! rekindling my flame for wtds. i've been putting off thinking about it since that fic got.#nothing bad happened? but it was still very devastating that somebody who i considered a friend from that fic just. evaporated.#but i'm gonna finish that fic for him :) even if it takes a year. even if it's the one thing i finish ever. it'll be wtds.#for where its gotten me and the fact its what got me out of my shell and is the reason i trust that my writing is good!#i used to really hate rereading my work. i catch flaws that are obvious to me. but that fic. i just think about how *good* the story is#that story means. a lot to me? as a person? like the main character is not a good person. but people care about him anyway.#and there are so many little things. so many sentiments. so much that is a love letter to people who've done bad but learnt to do better#because. god knows i wasnt a good person even just a few years ago. and maybe i see myself in him a bit.#he came from a place of paranoia and fear and pain. and maybe its a good thing that i've found it difficult to write him recently.#because god. i've been HAPPY. even with the rough moments and bad days. i've been happy. i mean fuck.#my birthday's what. ten days away? god damn man. i'm going to be 18. that's an achievement.#i want to look the kid who thought it was over at half my age and tell him we fucking made it. and there are more years to come.#there's a life ahead. even if it's going to be a bitch. even if it's going to be tough. there's love in your heart and people who care and#you're going to fucking live and you're going to feel better one day. you have people to meet properly and thank and cherish.#because for every day it feel like the world's ending there are a dozen more where the sun shines just the right way through the rain#and you can't help but smile because it's just so god damn beautiful.#and fuck it. you're sick. your hands hurt and your legs don't work right. and it's tough sometimes. but you have people who understand.#you have people who honest to god love you for who you are and appreciate your company. and 18 is the first step.#you've spent half your life unlearning things and you've spent half your life relearning how to be what YOU want to be#and if you're a mediocre artist and passionate writer then you'll be fucking great at that. taking the time to learn when it strikes you.#and maybe this is for me. but its also for anybody reading it too. please god if there's one thing you take from this let it be that#somebody out there cares. *I* care. god i care. even if we've never spoken proper i care about you.#i practically have a list of everybody i see in my inbox. i love seeing familiar names show up. i.#i dont know how to neatly wrap up this tag ramble. but. i am so damn full of love it hurts sometimes. its scary to be happy but thats ok!
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so fuckin late i just found out abt the matt healy nonsense and im fuckin disassociating bro x
#decades of work by grassroots organisers just to get the extremists to look away and pay no mind to queer people#so they can just fucking live. when public canings and beatings and jail time STILL HAPPENS for being queer bc it's listed as a crime#imagine doing that shit in a country where the rec 'treatment' for being gay is conversion therapy#imagine doing that. putting that spotlight on the thousands of people who are just barely surviving by relying on living in the shadows#while they chip away at the social constraints impeding progress bit by bit. imagine doing that. saying that. and then fucking off home#and ignoring all the homophobia and transphobia in YOUR country because it doesn't matter presumably bc its Worse when its nasty brown ppl#going BACK to your own homophobic transphobic country. leaving the thousands of people left exposed by that limelight.#im not even going to touch on ''im taking your money'' and the inherently disgusting colonialist bullshit in that#expecting him to donate to local queer charities is too much when he's a piece of shit#but jfc. and all his fucking insane fans going queer malaysians who have to live w the consequences of matt's actions who complain abt that#are suffering from internalised homophobia & i have no sympathy for you#firstly. queer malaysians saying 'stop - this is not advocacy it's actively threatening us' is not internalised homophobia#secondly. explain why you have no sympathy for queer people with internalised homophobia.#like. explain. as if we weren't all questioning and struggling. as if we come out of the womb just lucky enough to Know without a doubt.#as if we dont exist in societies and families that shape us into something we're not until we can't recognise ourselves#like explain why you have no sympathy for your fellow queers and act like they're the enemy. explain why you're siding with some cishet#trash white man actively endangering brown qpoc in the THOUSANDS in a drunken fit on stage. over the qpoc actually affected by this.#explain it. go on.#fucking sickeningggg it's SICKENING#tbd
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i do fr need to work on differentiating between "actually middleclass" and "doesnt live paycheck to paycheck" lmao bc that is something i struggle with... obviously ik i have more in common with like. even somebody whos fr middleclass disney vacations every year. I know i have more in common with them than i do with bezos but god at least i dont have to see bezos being annoying in front of me every day KJANDJKLNLJD
#bc its like this. i obviously have way more contempt for a billionaire. obviously. but ive never met an actual billionaire yfm. and i Have#met middleclass ppl and A lot not all but a lot. are so insufferable and ikkkk not all of them or whatever but like. i constantly got shit#for being poor from middle class kids and like. ik im supposed to be class solidarity with them bc were all poor when compared to a#billionaire but goddd fucking damn they make it difficult . ik its like well the upperclass Wants the lowerclass and middleclass to be at#eachothers throats bc it means they dont pay attention to the upperclass walking over the both of them. i knowwww. but i can multitask#major in hating rich people minor in hating the middleclass...#THIS ISNT RLY RELATEDFTO THE LAST POST AT ALL i just have a lot of like. complicated feelings abt classism basicallyy.#like. i wouldnt wish poverty on anybody it fucking sucks. but as a kid i did sometimes fantasize abt swapping lives with my classmates who#had more money than me Not even bc i wanted to live their life but just so they would like. see the apartments i lived in and see the room#i shared with both of my siblings (weeman didnt exist yet lmao) and just like. look in the fridge. bc i just rly wanted ppl to get it lol..#there was this one assignment that was like. wants vs needs and ppl kept putting needs as like. A big backyard. vacation once a year. my ow#personal bedroom etc and ik they were kids but it was like. insanely frustrating to have these kids who had like. never had to live without#Wants. yk. bc then i would just write down like. food. shelter. water. thats it lmao i even had clothes as a want instead of a need. and#they were making fun of me bc my list was so short and its like . look man i have gone without these three things on multiple occasions. yk#and now i try to be like. its good that there are ppl who have never experienced that i dont want ppl to have to experience that especially#like. that was in 4th grade lol. i was 9. i shouldnt have been worrying abt bills and stuff and none of my classmates knew anything abt tha#and thats a Good thing they shouldnt have. but theres this selfish part of me that wishes they did KANDJNS bc its so insanely isolating to#have ppl like. interrogating you abt why your shoes are so worndown or why your winter jacket is too small yk. and you cant say 'my family#cant afford better/new ones' bc they dont even understand what money is. yk. IDK. im just very sensitive abt these kinds of things KANDNW..#perhaps a bit too oversensitive at times but yk. im working on it and im working on not being spiteful abt it bc like. yes it was isolating#but it was a good thing that the kids didnt relate to it yk. kids shouldnt relate to that and i shouldnt have felt that way bc no kid shoul#im also Ik i bring it up constantly but im still so mad abt that time my friends heard me say Yeah i have to go to court against my dad nex#wednesday . and they didnt say anything and then one of them went Ughhh my dad wont buy me the newest iphone hes buying me the newest#samsung instead But i have an iphone app that i spent 50 dollars on that wont transfer !!!!!! and then she endedup getting the iphone#anyways. sry ikk its grudge and i need to let it go but im still peeved... brinn there are people that are dying .#and also now i know that like. a lot of the other kids in my class Did understand and were just like. posturing. yk. a few of those kids#were from the same neighborhood as me lmao i was just too autistic to realize we werent supposed to be honest đ but yes. sry for this like#manifesto i am just thinking out loud..... well not bc this is text famously a written form of communication but we all understand. anyways
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I hate resellers. Like a lot. like okay I get it, sometimes that's the only way someone can keep themselves on their feet. I'm not mad at them. I'm pissed about people who clearly don't need to go thrifting and reselling who do it anyway and it's like bro. Come on. Don't you feel a little bad? don't you know that thrifting is already getting more expensive??
#personal#obviously there is a lot of nuance to this like i know this#but so often i just see people going out of their way to buy things that people could have had otherwise and then selling it for more#like fuck off okay its also not helping the pricing on second stuff rn anyway#i have found so many items at thrifts lately that are way more expensive than they have any right to be#and its like bro its not even worth that come on#like i said i get it if thats the one thing youre able to do to have money#i have been there once or twice bc of emergencies#again those are not the people im mad at#but god. its so infuriating#like also again yes its your money and time and you can do whatever you want with it#but do you ever stop to think about who youre affecting and who you might end up hurting?#its that rich kid 'upcycling' all over again i think#oh and then resellers as in im gonna buy this limited item and then double its price for no reason#like truly fuck off if you do that#i know sometimes you might end up selling later on for whatever reason (i get it be it boredom or money is tight)#but those ones who'll put up the listing before theyve even bought the item? fuck those guys fr
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What songs have u been thinking of adding to strengths playlist :0 [and the others if u have any youâve been thinking of for them] Also you could make a streatney+ playlist, just sayin
I have been creating a list of Set It Off songs to put in here, and this is on top of the ones ive already added. I am also just now realising that even tho i associate the band in general with Strength the distribution of songs does Not favour Strength much if at all.
Theres a few of the songs where its just the general vibe or just so much of the song works its hard to pick one section, but i went and grabbed some of my fav sections
Peekaboo; like i mean it LITERALLY says this what do you want from me
Why Not Me?; it feels alot like things a Strength vessel would say. I especially like the bit about âa little voice is shouting get upâ
Catch A Break; i mean isnt that such a Witney concept, shes put thru so much bullshit after bullshit and everyone is So mean to her Constantly. And âsame tragedy different dayâ thinking about Witney,,,, hhnnnggg
Playing With Bad Luck; a very similar idea to Catch A Break because the guy is literally the whole time just talking about how all this bad stuff keeps happening but hes done nothing to deserve any of it, which again, yeah. Man thinking about Witney makes me Feral
Unopened Windows; honestly a streartney song to me but i feel like Witney would be the most nostalgic about it like this. Like hes def the one to look back at it like what-could-have-been the most
Whoâs In Control?; it especially makes me think of Anne at her peak blaming herself for Heart and all that, like âliving in fear living afraid/hysterical every dayâ TELL me that doesnt remind u of Heart and Anne in ibybf
Me W/O You; it feels vaugely manipulative and vaugely genuine in a way i can only compare to Heart. Plus the whole âtheres no me without usâ over-reliance and codependence feels very Heart as well
And i didnt add a part of the song because i cant EXPLAIN it but. Dancing With The Devil in my head just makes me think of Streart. imagining it as like the two of them alternating screaming the lines at eachother, they both see eachother as the counterpart in the song. And this song also lead me to for some reason learning how to draw partner dancing Just so i could draw streart partner dancing and then also went a bit insane about who would be lead dw about it
#i dont know wjat to SAY to you about DWTD it just IS okay i thought it by accident and then Went Insane#maybe in the back of my head i was thinking about sashanne knife dance who knows#its like. a very violent but beautiful dance i think they would have#ANYWAYS SOBBING OVER WITNEY DONT TOUCH ME#admit it and taste of the good life. same sorta idea as liar and no disrepsect thats already on its playlist#i didnt include a ss of it because its the whole thibg but BETTER THAN THIS HEARTNEY REAL PLEASE#i have developed a version of the heartney dynamic in my head that im terrified to talk about because im scared i misinterpreted or am wrong#but yeah better than this is So hearts side to me. them lovibg her but being terrified they didbit wrong and scared her off before they coul#before they could fix it. mmmmmmm tasty mmmm munchy#and ohhh myyy fucking helllllll Different Songs. im feral about that song real#the lyrics r all about like they lived eachother they still live eachother but can they fix it/get along now theyre all so different#none of them are the same people they were the first time round can they even still make it work?#hnnnngggggg insane feral why do these ppl make so so FERAL HHNNNGGGGG eating biting ripping to shreads w/ my teeth rn maiming killing biting#also when i went to find that list i had put anti-hero by taylor swift beneath it and labeled it heart ????#i have not listened to antihero enough to make an educated call on that one but sure okay#Tree Man Posts#asks#wjh#strength#witney#heart#gem playlists#is that a tag i have?? What?? sure
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God Summoning 101- DCxDP Prompt
"Don't. Touch. Anything." Constantine said firmly looking at the alter.
Recently there had been activity of dark magic users had been reported in this cave system and as expected it was full of cultists. They had discovered the writings of an ancient god or demon and started worshipping it. They had intended to summon it when the Justice League got involved after people started going missing. Currently, the captives who are thankfully all alive are being evacuated from the underground.
Constantine was here to study the alter and find the true name of the creature that the cultists call the "Infinite God."
"Looks deceptively simple. You place an offering and the guy shows up to fulfill your wish." Constantine said reading the sigils "That is if they want to."
"Its can't be that simple. There has to be a catch." Batman said coming back inside after helping the captives into the hands of the officers.
"The only catch I can see is that the god cares a lot about what the offering is and the person giving it. They seem to not respond to just anyone. My concern are the epithets." Constantine said deep in thought.
"The what?" Superman asked glancing over Constantine's shoulder.
"The title. Every god has many. Its specifies what vertion of the god you are appealing to. Even Aphrodite had a warrior counterpart. You must specify whether you are asking Apollo for inspiration, light or health." Wonder Woman chided.
"Yes, same goes here. Getting the right version of this god seems to depend on the offering. But these stupid fucks had no idea what to put on the altar. That's why they tried kidnapping people." Constantine sighed looking around the room.
The cave was decked out in hundreds of different offerings to appeal to the god and but so far the deity hadn't responded. He listed the items and the versions they probably wanted to see.
Next to the altar was a vase of flowers and herbs. Each one was different with different meanings.
Amaranth- Immortality
Anemone- Sickness
Lily-Death
Cowslip- Mischief
Hydrangeas-Wealth
Narcissus-Beauty
Rose-Love
Red poppy- War
There were others but most of these flowers were stuff Constantine had learned from trivia or reading about them in passing.
He didn't get to study anymore because-
"Guys all the capti-" Flash ran in and the wind caused the vase to topple over and a single flower to land on the alter.
The room began to shake as a portal opened.
(You go from here. Chose whatever flower landed.)
#dc x dp#dpxdc#dc x dp prompt#dp x dc prompt#danny fenton#danny phantom#batman#superman#wonder woman#dc flash#john constantine
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I MADE A WHUMP EVENT: get ready for July folks
welcome to the Whumperless Whump Event of July! for your sickfic, situational, and completely apersonal whump needs--comfort included, of course. follow @whumperless-whump-event for more information and details!
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Prompts (text):
Emergency First Aid: Self-done stitches / Alcohol as sanitizer / âIt's just a scratch, I've had worse.â
Does your insurance cover this?: Car accident / Bystander caretaker / âEyes open, ambulance is almost here.â
Like a record, baby: Vertigo / Struggling to stand / âIs the room spinning, or is it just me?â
It's every day bro: Chronic pain / Massage / âI'm used to it.â
Stealing my breath (give it back): Wheezing / Light-headed / âI'll count, you just breathe.â
Summer is a curse: Heat Stroke / Panting / âWhy don't we⊠find some shade, quick?â
Accidental Cryotherapy: Falling through a frozen lake / Hypothermia / âHey, c'mon, you gotta stay awake.â
Put your head on my shoulder: Migraine / Light & Sound Sensitivity / âI can close the curtainsâŠâ
White and red handkerchief: Coughing up blood / Can't speak / âYou just can't shake that cough, can you?â
Your work is never finished: Forced to work while ill / Workplace emergency / â...sit down, I'm calling HR.â
A minor annoyance: Stuffy nose / Hate to be sick / âI'm fine, I can work.â
It's going down (I'm yelling timber): Building collapse / Trapped under rubble / âI can't move my legs.â
It's just a pebble: Avalanche / Stuck in the mountains / âWell, this wasn't how I thought the hiking trip would go.â
Lay down your sword: Fighting back a cold / Cuddling / âJust let yourself be sick so you can get better.â
I'm going down (you're yelling timber): Passing out / Exhaustion / âI've got you, let's sit down, I've got you.â
Say goodbye to filters: Half-conscious / Delirious / âYou would never say that in your right mindâŠâ
In hot water: Dangerously high fever / Cool baths / âWe have to get that number down somehow.â
I don't see it: Hallucinations / Fever dreams / âIt's just a nightmare. You're safe.â
The whump morning after: Tending to injuries / Domestic hurt comfort / âLet's check the bandages, okay?â
It's not fun if you're panicking: Stuck in an elevator / Claustrophobia / âGet me out.â
Where's the exit: Lost / Stuck in the wilderness / âSurely someone will notice we're gone.â
Better out than in: Nervous Stomach / Vomiting / âI got your hair, it's fine.â
Well, that doesn't taste right: Accidentally poisoned / Allergic reaction / âMy tongue feels like bees, is that normal?â
Be one with the fish: Drowning / Rescue Breaths / âWhy did you think that was a good idea?!â
We didn't start the fire: Severe burns / Running into flames / âI know it hurts. Breathe.â
That's no barn spider: Venomous bite / Arachnophobia / âYou'll be okay, we can help.â
What's your name again?: Concussion / Temporary Amnesia / âI don't remember what happened to me.â
Nothing behind the eyes: Fully unconscious / Force feeding / âIt's just me, go back to sleep.â
Wrong place, wrong time: Robbery / One of many hostages / âStay behind me, I can take a hit.â
I don't mean to get emotional: Fear / Breaking point / âI can't stop crying, I'm sorry--â
Only way out is through: Tunnel collapse / Accidental Journey / âWe can't just sit here and wait.â
ALTERNATES:
Seizure
Choking
Withdrawal
Mugged
Wild animal attack
Hangover
Strain/sprain
Broken bone
Bloody nose
Panic attack
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getting held back sounds like it sucks for multiple reasons but in my district youre allowed to fail every single grade all the way up until high school and you keep moving on and then in high school if you fail too many times you just get put on a "will never graduate" list and get fucked ig which sounds kinda worse
#cus at least with getting held back youre revisiting what you struggled with and hopefully being able to move on after a year#but like most of the time here a lot of the people who struggle just never get help cus theyre like#'why should i stay back if im allowed to move up a grade'#and then once youre in high school its pretty late to try and fix the mindset of not getting help cus everything will be fine anyways#and you just get fucked over and put on a list of people who will never graduate#theres like an alternate school but they also have a limit on how many classes you can make up there#school
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