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I love my character in The Golden Rose so much. His stat screen is basically like
#the golden rose#he's a sweet anxious marshmallow with minimal combat skills who mostly talks his way out of trouble#which makes it extra-hilarious#babble tea (blacklist this for less chatter)#also this game has managed to join the like. four things Ever. where I've liked a human fighter dude LI.#Hadrian is just Very Good#I did have to play his romance on a dude so he didn't start with a clear crush because otherwise the aro Nope fired#but playing a dude makes it opt-in and thus avoids that and now I'm happy as a pig in mud about it#anyway yes this is a game rec
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How Does it Feel to Read Classic Sci-Fi?
Orson Scott Card: Two of the most interesting books youâll ever read if youâre willing to look past a handful of things. And then you find the planet of Chinese people who worship having debilitating OCD. And the Mormonism. And the fact that the author is wildly homophobic and ought to read his own books.
Robert Heinlein (or at least the Wikipedia Summaries): I guess thatâs a neat conceptâoh, itâs a sex thing. Um. Gotcha.
Ray Bradbury: Man, I gotta read this thing for class huh. Well hereâs hoping itâs good! *three hours later* oh. thatâs why heâs famous. this will stick with me forever and I will never look at the phrase âsoft rainâ the same again. christ. And then repeat 3x.
Isaac Asimov: Wow, this is such an interesting concept! I wonder how the exploration of it will influence the plot! Wait, hey, are you going to add any characters? Any of em? No like, with character traits other than ârobot psychologistâ and âautisticâ and âwomanâ? None of em? No, âdetectiveâ isnât a character trait. Those are all just facts. Aaaand now Iâm bored.
Ursula K. Le Guin: Hah, get a load of this guy! Heâs never heard of nonbinary people before. Lol, what a riot; how dumb do you have to be to comprehend that these people arenât men *or* women actually? Oh, wait, whatâs happening. Oh shit, it was about society and love and learning to understand each other? And now Iâm crying? And perhaps a better human being for it??
Andy Weir: Alright, this guyâs a really good writer. Funny, creative, knows so much engineering stuffâŚooh, a new book! âŚI guess he canât write women. Well, he wouldnât be the first sci-fi writerâŚooh another new book! And itâs more engineering problem solving andâwow. Itâs not just women he canât write. Please stop letting your characters talk to each other.
Lois Lowry: Oh, I remember this being fun when I was a kid! Wouldnât it be fucked up to not see color? âŚupon reread, it would be fucked up to have your humanity stripped away, replaced with a tepid, beige âhappinessâ for all time. Yeah.
Tamsyn Muir (let me have this ok): Haha, âlesbian necromancers in spaceâ sounds fun. Lemme read this. Oh wow, yeah, this is right up my alley. OH GOD WHAT. NO. FUCK. OH SHIT WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING AND WHY IS IT REFERENCING THE BOOK OF RUTH AND HOMESTUCK BACK TO BACK!!! AHHHHHHHHH!! Now give me more please.
#Late night book reviews with Bluejay#Not really#and itâs 1pm#If youâre curious which books#or just wanna read another essay:#Card: Enderâs Game and Speaker for the Dead are good* and the rest is Fucking Bonkers. Xenocide is the one called out specifically#Heinlein: Stranger in a Strange Landâs Wikipedia page but my understanding is itâs not the only book Like That#Bradbury: short story âThere Will Come Soft Rainsâ will fuck your up; double if you check out the comic. See also âAll SummerâŚâ and °F 451#Asimov: I; Robot is the specific ref but also its sequel novels where youâd more expect real characters and not just fact lists also#Le Guin: Left Hand of Darkness specifically but also I just love her lmao#Weir: The Martian then Artemis then Project Hail Mary#Lowry: the only stuff of herâs Iâve read is The Giver Quartet but I was shocked how good it was upon revisiting. Damn. Thatâs pointed.#Muir: Gideon the Ninth and its sequels. Theyâre so good. Read them. You will be confused by book two. Thatâs on purpose. Theyâre so good.#Yes donât come at me for my tag formatting; 140 chars isnât a lot. You try getting all three Bradbury titles in there#Also the lack of commas is an issue#Anyways I would rec basically all of these if you like sci-fi save for SiaSL (havenât read it) and all of the Enderâs Game/SftD spinoffs#Also if you do wanna read Cardâs work pls get the books 2nd hand or from a library. Or via the 7 seas. His money goes to homophobia :(#But most of em are good and all of em are classics for a reason (save for Muir who really should be lmao)#Also also donât come at me for including Weir; heâs one of the most popular sci-fi authors AND came up in the discussion that prompted this#As did everyone else except Muir because that one is actually just self indulgent.#I worked so hard to tag the first few things such that it would be clear there was an essay beneath the tag cut#Anyways tags for like actual categorization n such:#orson scott card#robert heinlein#ray bradbury#isaac asimov#ursula k. le guin#andy weir#lois lowry#tamsyn muir
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Oh I found another one!! God I love the sheer volume of content in this game!!! This is so exciting!! I love that there's always another thing, another person to find and meetâWow! Just bravo supergiant games!! đđđ
#Hades#Hades 2#Hades Game#Hades 2 Spoilers#Melinoe#MelinoĂŤ#buns.hades#Circe#Hades Circe#lmao so I lowered the rec settings to save some space#and I was able to cut the size by 50% and the quality is frankly VERY close to my original recordings#but i amâŚâŚ going back to the og settingsâŚ.#my pride cannot handle that slight hitch when she dashesâŚ..#it shouldn't even matter seeing how tumblr butchers my HQ recordings and makes them lower quality anyways#but the smoooothhnnessss of the movement-- i can't give it up!!!!#god i need to buy a new hard drive just to have enough spaceâŚ#every half hour recording is about 12 GBs of size....#and yes i am likely to die real soon xD met the mini boss for the first time and it did not go well...
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I just wanted to apologize to my classic whotuals for all the dead boy detectives spamming, but it's also important to me that you guys know two things:
a) I've become aware that a lot of what appeals to me about dead boy detectives is, on a kind of conceptual/thematic level, the same stuff that I love about my favorite eras of dr who, and 6b in particular
And I tell you this not as an advertising tactic but as a genuine PSA for anyone following me because:
b) Being me & having realized this, I know I'm definitely gonna wind up posting some unnecessarily long-winded analysis/comparison, pop it in the main tags for the sake of organization on my own blog, and subsequently confuse a hell of a lot of people there who either have no idea what I'm talking about or simply don't view either piece of media in the same light as I do to begin with
So I just wanted to reassure everyone that at least you're not suffering alone, as I will soon be inflicting the reverse bait-and-switch upon others!
That's all! continue w ur scrolling <3
#i hope this is clear but im REALLY not trying to be like coy or intriguing here#this post is not remotely intended to convince anyone to watch dead boy detectives on the grounds that it's similar to 60s who#in ways which i've conveniently failed to elaborate upon & so you'll just HAVE to go see for yourself#(firstly bc when i want to sing something's praises i will upfront & unapologetically)#(& secondly bc im not super into telling people to watch things in general unless they're actively seeking a rec)#honestly this (now very overhyped) future post of mine is going to be more about like#me recognizing i have A Type when it comes to stories/underpinning narrative backdrops in fiction (if thats not too pretentious)#and much less of a 'well if you like x then you'll definitely love y bc i do & we all enjoy things in the same way & for the same reasons'#and i find it funny that nobody will care - bc it'll incomprehensible to all but about 5 people who have the full context#& half of those 5 will probably still disagree w my perspective/interpretation of one or both -#but im gonna do it anyway bc what else am i supposed to do w these thoughts! keep them to myself??? dont be absurd#that said though if you are debating watching dbd and would like to chat about it to push yourself in one direction or another#im happy to do so! especially if you have questions about it in relation to some other shared interest you actually did follow me for lol#im always game for that sort of thing & yes i am of the opinion that its a good & fun & rich show all on its own
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Reread that Matrix AU fic recently (the one where Bond is an Agent but like older programming & Q is a hacker who jacked back into the Matrix to rendezvous with Agent Bond under the pretext that maybe he will defect even though he definitely won't- only for Bond to be like yeah no you for sure aren't defecting lol, I can tell, you don't act like it. But he still met up cuz well. :3)
And like... I am intrigued I am fascinated I am in love, I want. More
Anyway I haven't. watched Matrix Resurrections yet lol but I hear that programs can jack OUT of the Matrix now too?? and like nanobot swarm bodies can be a thing? But also that the machines can uhh do something or other with human bodies to like, bring ppl back to life and also extend their lifespan/slow their aging etc?
These concepts have all sorts of possibilities for our star-crossed lovers and ALSO so much delicious Bond x transhumanism (but from the other direction?) exploration. Cuz like. sure we could just say he jacks out into a colorless nanobot swarm. But surely Q can come up with something better.
Which is one possibility, of course, but I ALSO started thinking about how Smith was able to take over that guy and then exit the Matrix that way, by taking over the dude's body. Now, of course, just murdering some random guy would be unethical and perhaps unpalatable (to me if nothing else lol, I don't want them killing some random dude to give Bond a body lol). Death penalty dude is also similarly unpalatable,. but what IS fun and silly is what if we go the Supernatural route and there's a dude who is brain dead and on life support (and happens to look a lot like Bond lol) that Bond takes over? I mean it's environmentally friendly, it's basically recycling?
What also could be a fun concept is if it's a custom grown body. Cuz I don't know the specifics of what Resurrections sets up but even in the orig trilogy they had all sorts of advanced technologies that do stuff with biological systems (those machines that rebuild your never-used muscles etc), so why not have machines that can custom design a test-tube baby body. We could make it spicier by making it a cyborg sort of system from the get-go.
Either way, I think there's all sorts of fun transhumanism by in reverse concepts to explore here about like,. a program that tbh already exhbits a lot of the "soft" markers of personhood, experiencing physical humanity and like what/how that might affect them, and also how it translates to if/when they jack back into and out of the Matrix.
(Another thing that I think would be fun and delicious to see is a continuation on the dynamics from the fic and into a sort of Mr & Mrs Smith situation for Agent Bond and Q thru the events of like Matrix 2 & 3 or whatever, but it's also been way too long since I've seen those so I can't imagine the specifics of how they'd slot alongside that plot lmao,,, but also the AU is so spicy and fun because there's a LOT of interesting and cool philosophical depths to plumb with fast forwarding them into the era of machine-human peace & coexistence following Matrix 3.
#00q#soooo yeah I've been getting recced and watching a lot of yt videos on like video games and etc with transhumanism elements lately lmao can>#you tell...#Im talking stuff like SOMA and Death Stranding and The Prestige (yes not a video game but relevant concepts here)#anyway if you also have thoughts. pls feel free to spitball bc I Want More
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đśwhen you get this, put 5 songs you actually listen to, then publish. Send this ask to 10 of your followers (positivity is cool) đś
Ooo thank you! I have been in a music rut (positive) for weeks now just picking a song and putting it on repeat for hours so here's a snapshot into my twisted mind
Coming Home Song - Sammy Rae and the friends (new!! Just came out! Already obsessed)
Mountain of the Sun - Greta Van Fleet
Mountain Song - Little Chief
Feeling Fine - Grady Spencer & the work
Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson
Good vibes all around! I am going to get through this season if it kills me â¨đđťđ
#yes i am still listening to the dream machine album obsessively but figured id give you guys a break lol#but not Too much of a break so here in the tags i will confess my illness#anyway#music recs#ask games
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Not playlist anon (obvious now I guess), but I'm going to jump on the bandwagon and ask you to talk about Little Talks for the game since it's by my favourite band ^^
Oh HECK yes Of Monsters and Men, letâs goooo!
So once again, âLittle Talksâ is in the playlist more for the overall emotion of the song than for any specific lyrics. There are obviously any number of interpretations you can get out of itâthatâs one of the best things about OMAM songs, their artistic ambiguityâbut for me, itâs one of those songs that goes into my little list of âthis is what it feels like to love somebody with mental illnessâ.
You may notice that I picked a male cover of the song, rather than just using the original (which is exquisite and has less confusion over that one part in the second verse where the two singersâ voices overlap for one word), because it is meant to be, once again, a conversation between Frodo and Sam. Specifically, I see this as being a sort of snapshot of life in Bag End in thatâŚwhat, year and a half?âŚafter the Quest had ended and before Frodo left for Valinor. The song is sleepy, itâs tender, itâs melancholy, and itâs deeply unsettling. Whoever the two speakers are, they love each other, but something has gone very wrong in the mind of one of them, and itâs tearing the other one apart.
F: I donât like walking around this old and empty house
S: So hold my hand, Iâll walk with you, my dear
F: The stairs creak as I sleep, itâs keeping me awake
S: Itâs the house telling you to close your eyes
F: Some days I canât even trust myself
S: Itâs killing me to see you this way
For Frodo, Bag End doesnât feel like home anymore. Itâs too big. Too empty. Too full of memories of a past life to which he canât return. He has constant nightmares and frequent insomnia and canât always be sure of his own mind. Sam offers what he always has���patient, gentle assurances, and sometimes a hand to holdâbut it breaks his heart every time.
Both: âCause though the truth may vary, this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore
Ships. The Sea. The Sea only ever means one thing. Itâs a look ahead to the very end.
F: Thereâs an old voice in my head thatâs holding me back
S: Well tell [him] that I miss our little talks
F: Soon it will be over and buried with our past
S: We used to play outside when we were young, and full of life and full of love
Throughout the book, Frodo has a habit of looking into the future with pessimism: heâs miserable, but at least the misery will all be over and forgotten when heâs dead. Even the past is tarnished by the pain of the present; his happy years in the Shire come back to taunt him, dancing just out of reach, where he canât grasp them again. But Sam looks on the past with fondness and almost aggressive optimism; in the dreary desert of Mordor, he thought back to when he was young, swimming in the farm pond with Rosie and her brothers, and even here he thinks wistfully about the days when Frodo was free and whole and things were easy.
Youâre gone, gone, gone away, I watched you disappear All thatâs left is the ghost of you Now weâre torn, torn, torn apart, thereâs nothing we can do Just let me go, weâll meet again soon
What is this story except Sam being forced to watch Frodo slowly deteriorate; of cradling his cold body, when he thinks heâs dead, and then watching him truly die from the mind outward, which is so much worse? Sam is determined to lead a good life in the Shire, but Frodo canât stay here any longer. He has to leave, or he wonât heal. So after walking a long, long road side by side, theyâre now torn apart on the pier of the Grey Havens. âJust let me go,â whispers Frodo. âWeâll meet again soon.â
Now wait, wait, wait for me Please hang around Iâll see you when I fall asleep HEY!
The sudden, raucous crescendo here in the original recording just gets me in the throat every time. It feels like love that hurtsâraw, roaring, and desperateâwhen saying goodbye is like a shard to the chest thatâs so close to your heart you canât remove it without risking even worse damage, so it just stays there, and your skin and muscle close and heal around it, but youâre still carrying it with you âtil the end of your life; and even though you may go for months or years without noticing it, it still pricks and gives you pain sometimes.
(Did that metaphor end up going a lot further than I thought it would? Yes. Am I running with it regardless? Also yes.)
âWait, wait, wait for me.â It feels like something Sam would want to shout after the ship as it pulled away, but he shut his mouth and swallowed it into his chest, because Rosie was waiting for him at home and he couldnât go, not yet.
âWait, wait, wait for me.â It feels like something Frodo would want to whisper from the stern; please donât hurry, take your time, but donât forget me.
âWait, wait, wait for me.â I read something recently that said mortals arenât actually made immortal by the trip to Valinor; the land is called Undying because itâs full of elves, not because it can grant immortality. Iâm not a smart enough Tolkien person to know if thatâs true or not, but if it is, that adds a whole other layer of agony: Bilbo would have likely passed away not long after reaching Valinor. And Frodo? Frodo wasnât exactly a spring chicken himself. He would have been even older by the time Rosie passed away, and Sam took it into his head to leave Middle Earth. After he had found his healingâand met all the elves he wished to meet and seen all of Valinor he wished to seeâwhat else was there for Frodo to hold on to life for?
What else, except for the vague, wild hope of a reunion?
But until then, Sam lies awake in Bag End, with Rosie at his side, staring at the ceiling. And a motif of this playlist is repeated that first popped its head up in âDear Fellow Travelerâ:
âAnd Iâll return to my beautiful city Black skies will change into blue And though my love is so wise and so pretty Some nights Iâll still dream of youâ
Iâll see you when I fall asleepâŚ
Iâll close my eyes and dream of you, until we meet again.
WORD ASK GAME! (kinda!)
#word ask game#song rec#frodo baggins#samwise gamgee#lord of the rings#lotr#my writing#YES my playlists have repeating motifs based on tiny similarities between the lyrics of various songs#did you think i WOULDNâT overthink it to that degree??#anyway this one is skipping the line and getting posted asap because i got too excited to gush about this LOL#these boys own my brainnnnn
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VLAD VLAD VLAD VLAD
"but hannah, you marked both 'deeper than they seem' and 'not as deep as they seem' did you mean-"
yes. yes i absolutely meant.
admittedly tho i'm debating the 'better as part of a dynamic' bit, bc really Vlad can be fascinating even on his own, but it's also just SO GOOD to throw him into a dynamic with literally any other character and see how he plays off of that character.
like darn it where are my Vlad and Sydney Poindexter fics, huh? or Vlad and the mini golf course manager fics? hmmmmmmmmmm????
(also serious rec here: i used to be kind of meh about Vlad, but pearl84's incredibly careful attention and care towards his character, especially in stories like Checkmate and its sequel Endgame, have completely changed the way i look at him as well as his relationship with Danny. seriously, if you're looking for good, long reads that will bring your emotions to every extreme on the spectrum, check out her fics!!!)
#danny phantom#vlad masters#vlad plasmius#fic rec#ask hannah#ask game#OH AND THE GRAPHIC NOVEL#THAT WAS SO GOOD FOR HIS CHARACTER YES EYESESYESY#anyway im v normal about vlad#i promise#dooshek#thanks for the ask!!
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I'm still reading the Hugo shortlist. Just finished The Kaiju Preservation Society (John Scalzi, 2022) and I'm pretty sure that if this book was a TV show, you tumblerinas would be all over it (if that happens in the future I'd like to say that Jamie/Kahurangi is more interesting than Jamie/Tom, though I can see how the latter might be your initial thought.)
I like kaiju as much as the next person, so it's not like I was biased to dislike it, but hot damn Scalzi worldbuilt the hell out of this book! In fact, considering how breezy and friendship-conflic-resolution! focused the whole plot is, I'd say he basically used the story to flex this amazing worldbuilding to us all.
Well, sir, consider me amazed.
The rec: The Kaiju Preservation Society, by John Scalzi. 2022. Science fiction of the "about right now" kind, so do mind the references to the pandemic. Features cool science, impressive monsters, a little bit of a thrill, and an incredibly nerdy group of characters.
#book rec#reading the Hugo shortlist is a thing I usually do#(though I wasn't in that vibe during the pandemic)#in the past I'd livetweet the books and for a while there I even had a blog *gasp*#but since twitter is gone and I'd have to study some html to upgrade my blog before using it here I am#anyway the game here is reading all the books and choosing my own winner then commenting on the actual result#for fun yes I enjoy this
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âşâ§âË ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ââąâŕ˝ŕž Ëââ§âş dark!fic recs
CW: once again, these works contain dark and explicit themes that may be upsetting or triggering to some. please use your discretion and discernment.
@cherienymphe : when i first seriously got back on tumblr and got into dark!fanfic, cherie's was one of the first blogs i found. her writing was essentially my indoctrination. it was terrifying how much i loved it/her writing. truly phenomenal. i've read quite of few of her stories (mainly for rafe cameron, jj maybank, steve rogers, and peter parker) but i'll list my faves.
"when the party's over" - its something about this series...i think about it often. if you're into forced pregnancy or corruption tropes, tap in.
"wicked games" - i actually first read this one on ao3 before i discovered her tumblr and was absolutely gagged. another one i think of often.
"amnesiac" - the first series of hers that i ever read. absolutely traumatized me and i sobbed reading it. amazing storytelling.
"the hills" - another bangerrr. a one night stand ends in complete and total blackmail and entrapment. he just wanted to give her a better life *clown face emoji*.
"his father's son" - after ward death, rafe takes over the reins in more ways than one.
"teenage dirtbag" - this series single handedly made me a jj girl. the tension??? yup yup mhm.
"the less i know the better" - ironically my favorite part of this story is readers relationship with rafe but seeing jj slowly and then rapidly descend into madness? yeah.
"claimed" - a/b/o dynamics. brought me back to my wattpad days. still eat it up.
"daddy dearest" - steve meets a single mom and decides to be not the stepdad, but the dad who stepped up.
i'll be honest, i was a non believer in dark!peter but: "she's with me", "one last time." "suburbia" and "basic training" made a believer outta me. hands. down.
@lambtotheslaughterr : it absolutely amazes me the things that come from her mind. the level of creativity and originality needs to be studied. oona, you are criminally underrated.
âriseâ - the first series of hers that i read. arguably the best series iâve read on here thus far. this is the first part to her âthe day the world endedâ universe and it completely blew me away. i couldnât believe that something like it had come from some silly little boat show. just brilliant.
âwhen the bough breaksâ - the first work of hers i read. this one for me was a heartbreaking slow burn story, but the smutâŚmakes up for it. yes yes.
âi burnâ - sex!addict reader x rafe cameron. need i say more? actually, i will. the smut and tension in this one towards the end? it was shameful how turned on i was.
âone way or anotherâ - buckle up, grab a snack, and prepare for the ride of a lifetime. thatâs it.
âsomething wicked this way comesâ - a single mom trying to escape her past, except her past is rafe cameron. this was one very spooky scary la la.
"summit" - the second part to the tdtwe universe. its still brand new but its already feeling like another banger, i mean it's oona. tap in.
@harryspet : rae was also apart of my indoctrination and boy did she do what needed to be done. her perfectly curated moodboards alone did it for me. very mindful, very demure.
"homestead" - what can i say...i'm a sucker for pregnancy stories :( and this series was no exception. absolutely delectable. enjoy.
"well kept" - classic millionaire ceo x reader, my younger wp reading self cheered gleefully. my love language is acts of service and boyy was this one speaking my language. had me at "scheduled braiding appointment."
"bambi eyes" - this one was one of those that made me want to take a good long look in the mirror and ask myself, "is this who we are...is this what we represent?"
@sherrybaby14 : this one is for the mcu girlies. more fics than you could ever ask for. everyone say "thank you, mother!"
"the distraction" - i'm starting to notice a kidnapping/stockholm syndrome pattern here...ANYWAY! work is realllyy stressful for steve and you just happen to be the perfect distraction.
@straywords : she's no longer active but her incredible writings remain so please, peruse. its like a beautiful museum over there.
"a break" - *gasp* another pregnancy story! stucky edition.
@darkficsyouneveraskedfor : an icon, a legend, she is the moment! another infinite library for my mcu girls. roo has all you could ever want or ask for.
@perlelune
"all too well" - yes, yes, another one, its who i am. rafe cameron proving once again that you can't escape him.
"lucky" - best friend!rafe x reader. he didn't know what he had until it was almost gone
"tag, you're it" - never read a scream fanfic before this one but boy did i have fun! chad is so pookie in this too :(
@honestsycrets : back when i was in my miguel era, sy single handedly kept me fed.
"starved | mio" - "mio", in which you babysit mayday and it gives miguel baby fever and "starved", in which he made you a mom...but its left less time for other activities.
"stung" - sex pollen/abo. reader gets bitten by an anomaly causing a reaction that only miguel can cure
"amor y respeto" - he just can't love you the way you need to be. so you and miguel break up...at the worst possible time.
"exclusive" - you and miguel are fuckbuddies. you want more, but miguel can't bring himself to give it to you. so you find company in hobie, who's there for you in all the ways that you need. miguel's not happy about that.
"canary" - you're a singer in the 1920s who's fallen in with the dangerous o'hara brothers.
"grande" - sex!worker miguel x assistant!reader. think...a pepper x tony kinda dynamic. except, miguel doesn't take kindly to certain slights. :)
@starfxkrinc : last but certainly not least! moony is a ridiculously talented writer and a mutal of mine. i found her early on during my resurgence on here. this is her new side blog (rip lovesickbrat and starfxkr!!) luckily she was able to salvage a lot of her past works and is back like she never left. i recommend her "western nights" series (really just the trailer park!jj tag in general) and her "ode to eaters" au. a queen of all things taboo. she does it for the girls who are drawn to the dark and scary. the gross and weird. <3
#lari's fic recs#dark!rafe x reader#dark!rafe cameron#dark!steve rogers#dark!steve rogers x reader#dark!peter parker#dark!peter parker x reader#dark!jj maybank#dark!jj maybank x reader#dark!ethan landry#dark!ethan landry x reader#dark!ransom drysdale#dark!random drysdale x reader#miguel x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#rafe x reader#jj x reader#rafe cameron x reader#jj maybank x reader
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Witches' Brouhaha
Summary: Ari saves you from a real-life fright on Halloween night...
Warnings: Mature Themes, Smut, Ari Being A Menace, Drunk/Abusive Asshole, Mildly Racist/Xenophobic Language, Mentions of Domestic Violence, Angry/Protective Ari, Physical Violence, Face Slapping, Wrestling, Manhandling, Oral Sex (Male rec), Cum Swallowing, Allusions to P in V Sex, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Part my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!
âWell, this should be the last of it.â You huff, setting a box of decorations and spare prizes down on the desk in the back of your shop. Wiping your hands on your gown, you turn around just in time to avoid colliding with your friend, Marisol Gonzalez, as she carries in several oversized event posters.Â
âSorry! Cominâ through.â She breezes by you, doing her best not to trip over the hem of her dress.
âJust lean them against the wall.â You tell her, stretching your arms above your head. âYeah, right there is fine.â
Tonightâs Spooktacular Soiree at the local library had been an overwhelming success. Youâd co-hosted the event with Marisol, who also happened to be the town librarian. While it was true that she was a couple years younger than you, you two had become fast friends over the past few months. And when sheâd pitched this idea to you over coffee at the end of the summer, youâd known immediately that you wanted to be a part of it.Â
It was a family friendly event, complete with music and games, dancing, a costume contest and, of course, books. Tons and tons of books. Talk about a perfect way to spend your Halloween. And you couldnât have been more pleased with the turnout.Â
Which was why, after numerous requests, you were already planning on doing the same thing again next year. Matter of fact, you two are so excited by the prospect, that youâre already discussing ideas when Ari walks in.Â
âSo, word on the street is that tonight was a smashing success.â You immediately perk up at the sound of him joining you in your office. âNot that I expected anything less from the Wicked Witch of the West and Cleopatra.â The handsome bounty hunter tosses a wink your way.Â
âActually, Iâm dressed as Nefertiti.â Marisol corrects him with a smile.
âMy mistake.â He amends before reaching for your hand to press a soft kiss to your knuckles.
âEh, no biggie. I gave up trying to explain it to people about an hour into the party anyway.â She tells him with a shrug. âHey, chica. Should we go check to make sure we got everything out of your car?â
âYeah.â You sigh before standing up and offering Ari your chair.Â
âNeed some help, ladies?â Â
âNah. We got it.â You reassure him, rising on your toes to kiss his cheek. âJust keep my seat warm for me, okay?â
âYes, maâam.â He gifts you with a lazy smile as he slides into your chair, crossing his legs at the ankles. "Hurry back now."
After triple checking that youâve gotten everything out of your vehicle, you and Marisol return to the warmth and comfort of Baubles & Quills. Still riding the high of tonightâs success, youâre actually in the middle of showing off a new display when you hear the chime of your front door opening behind you.Â
âSorry, but weâre closed. Come back tomorrowâŚâ The words die on your lips the moment you see who the hell just waltzed into your shop holding a bulging pillowcase.Â
Although youâre not exactly sure who you were expecting, it was safe to say that this was the last person you wanted to see â especially on a night like tonight. Because standing before you is a man by the name of Dale Edwards.
And it becomes alarmingly clear that heâs drunk as fucking skunk.
âDale.â You begin, keeping your voice calm and even. âWeâre closed right now. Iâm afraid youâll have to come back tomorrow.â
âHell naw.â The pudgy man slurs. âIâIâŚdrove all the way here to deal with your ass now.â His murky gaze strays over Marisol, as if he just realized that you werenât alone. âAnd when Iâm done with you, Iâma call immigration on Gaudilupe here. Let âem know they might want to stop by for a visit.â
Your mouth falls open in shock as Marisol audibly gasps. Even though she spoke with a hint of an accent, the woman was as much of a citizen as you were. Not that she owed anyone an explanation.
Least of all him.
âGet out or Iâm calling the cops.â You threaten, wishing you were standing near your panic button.
âGo ahead.â Dale snarls, spittle flying from his mouth. âAnd Iâll tell âem that I wanna press charges against the bitches who tried to corrupt my daughters by giving them pornography!â
âNow that is an absolute lie, Mr. Edwards!â The sweet librarian exclaims. âYou know we would never do something like that.â
âYeah? Well, IâŚâ He shakes his head in an effort to regroup. âI went through their rooms. Got all the eviâevidence right here.â The man shakes the bag. âAnd I know you tried it again tonight. With families!â His voice grows louder with each word. âOffering candy like you ainât just invited 'em to dance with the Devil!â
Oh good God, this was not going well.
âMarisol.â You whisper as you look around for a weapon. âThere should be a phone right there next to the register. Grab it and dial 911.âÂ
Unfortunately for you, you make the mistake of taking your eyes off the man for two seconds. Which is why you miss the moment Dale reaches his hand into his bag before chucking the contents in your direction.
Drunk or not, the man proves to have good aim. Which is something you find out the hard way when several pieces of hard candy manage to graze your left cheek, making you scream.
Thankfully, it doesnât hurt. Much.
Momentarily stunned, all you can do is stare back at him, mouth open, as you try to process what the hell had just happened.Â
Because had this man really just thrown a fistful of candy at you? At ten oâclock on Halloween night?
âWhat the actual fuckâ?â Is all you can manage before turning your head to look at Marisolâs equally shocked expression. Â
âUm, DaleâŚI mean Mr. EdwardsâŚI think itâs time you left now.â The sweet librarian tries, holding the phone tighter to her chest.Â
âI ainât goinâ nowhere.â He snarls at the same time as one of his pudgy hands grabs ahold of your discount book rack, knocking it over, sending almost two dozen of your precious books crashing to the ground. âIn fact, I think itâs high time someone put the fear of God into you two bitchââ Dale falters suddenly, his spine going ramrod straight at the sound of another manâs voice joining the fray.Â
A voice that belonged to Ari.
In all the commotion, youâd completely forgotten that he was here â peacefully minding his business while he waited for you to join him in the back of your shop.Â
âJust what in the hell is goinâ on out here?â You find yourself breathing a sigh of relief as your bounty hunterâs deep baritone washes over you like a balm.
âD-Dale was just leaving.â You tell him, sparing a quick glance over your shoulder to offer up a reassuring smile.
âOf course he was.â Ari agrees, jamming his hands into the pockets of jeans. âAnd as soon as he cleans up his mess, Mr. Edwards can be on his way.â
âI ainât doinâ shit!â The angry man hisses at the same time as you eek out the nervous âthatâs okayâ.
However, Ari doesnât really seem all that in the mood to listen. Not after what he just witnessed before you realized he was standing there. In fact, the only reason he hadnât already personally introduced this drunken asshole to every goddamned wall in your store was because he didnât want to cause anymore unnecessary damage.
But that also didnât mean he wouldnât.
Heâs by your side in seconds, his eyes never once leaving the other maleâs disgruntled form as his long legs eat up the space between you.Â
âYou okay, Marisol?â He asks, not bothering to hide the tick in his jaw.Â
âIâIâm fine, Mr. Levinson.âÂ
âGlad to hear it, darlinâ.â The bounty hunter takes a second to roll his shoulders, cracking his neck as he does. âDo me a favor. Take that box to the back and ring Bellâs Creek PD for me, would ya? Tell âem weâve got a buddy here waiting for pick up. Go on, now.â He tacks on the last bit when he notices the young librarian hesitate briefly.
She hustles away with a nod. And although she tries to hide it, Ari doesnât miss the way her lower lip starts to tremble as she makes her way to safety. Shit sets his teeth on edge. So much so, that he doesnât speak again until heâs confident sheâs out of earshot.
âGotta be honest, fella, Iâm about two seconds from breaking your fuckinâ jaw.â
âItâs okay, Ari. Really.â You try once more, bending your knees so you can begin collecting the candy littering your floor. âI canâŚIâll tidy this up.â
âBaby.â The danger laced in his silky tone has you halting your movements almost immediately. âDonât you fuckinâ dare.â Once heâs confident heâs gotten your attention, he returns his attention back to the man at the heart of this disruption.Â
âYou know what I hate, Dale?â The man at your side grunts, pushing up the sleeves of his thermal to reveal his brawny forearms.Â
âThis here ainât none of your business, Levinson.â Your aggressor hisses, spittle flying from his lips. âHell! This ainât even your town.â
âMen who act like bullies once theyâve got a little drink in âem.â Ari shrugs, continuing on as if he hadnât spoken. âEspecially with women. Really pisses me the fuck off.âÂ
Itâs only then that one of his hands goes to grip your chin, forcing you to meet his stormy gaze. While he was almost certain that you werenât hurt, you knew there was a part of him that needed to see for himself. And although itâs hard, you manage to resist the urge to lean into his touch.Â
âI run my house, okay? Iââ Dale wobbles to the left before finding his balance. âI am the king of my goddamned castle and I donât want my family readinâ any of the trash these two like to peddle.â He rails, pointing an accusatory finger at you. âHave you seen âem, Levinson? Weâre talkinâ stories about women openly fornicatinâ with all kinds of creatures! Demons and vampires, an-and werewolves. Why, they might as well beâŚbeâŚlayinâ with dogs!âÂ
âOh go to hell!â You snort, unable to catch the words before they come tumbling out of your mouth. âYou seriously just insulted the entire genre of paranormal romance!â
âEasy, Bird.â Ari murmurs, even as you bristle.
 âYou and Guadalupe over there are out here promotinâ beastiality. Iâve seen it on the cover of those damned books. The same ones I caught my girls readinâ!â
Gritting your teeth, you close your eyes and force yourself to take a deep breath. Itâs not like youâd forced those books on his girls, both of whom were 19 and 22 respectively. They were romance novel junkies, just like you. And you couldnât be more proud that youâd turned them onto authors like Kresley Cole, Jeaniene Frost, and Nalini Singh.
But deep down you also knew there was no use in arguing with this man. All you really wanted was him out of your store so you could finally lock-up and go home.Â
âLook Dale, youâre drunk. I can see it and I can most definitely smell it.â Your fingers come up to pinch the bridge of your nose. âIf you leave now, I promise I wonât press charges.âÂ
Which means your poor wife wonât be stuck bailing you out of jail. Again. Although youâre smart enough to leave that last part unsaid.
âI ainât leavinâ until Iâve made my point.â Dale grunts, kicking at one of your fallen books. You grimace when you notice the way his boot rips the cover, nearly tearing it in half. âThis filth ainât welcome in my town.â Â
âJesus Christ, you moron - the police are already on their fucking way so itâs your goddamned funeral!â You screech, throwing your hands up in the air.Â
âHow âbout you shut your whore mouth before I ââ Unfortunately for him, Dale doesnât get the chance to finish his sentence.Â
Moving with a speed that belies his size, you can only watch in what feels like slow motion your bounty hunter strikes. Slapping the other man dead in his mouth with enough force to send him staggering backwards.Â
âLet that be the last time I hear you disrespect this young lady.â Ari rumbles, the fierce sound coming from somewhere deep in his chest. âAnd her shop.â
âI think you cracked my tooth!â He wails, clutching at his injured jaw. âAnd all over this bitch and herâah fuck!â You canât help but wince when his drunken stream of consciousness is interrupted once more when Ari slaps him in the mouth for yet the second time.
âNow what the fuck did I just say, Dale?â His dark chuckle makes you shiver. âNope â eyes on me, buddy. There we go.â Your bounty hunter does a quick side step, using his big body to shield you from view. Â
Feeling a bit dizzy, you lightly grip the back of your manâs shirt as you silently will your pulse to settle down. It had been awhile since youâd seen Ari like this. The last time heâd gotten physical with another man over you had been back at the local tavern. The night you credited with jumpstarting your relationship.Â
A pained noise escapes Daleâs throat as he takes another step backwards. And then, wouldnât you know it? That motherfucker has the nerve to spit out a broken tooth. The sound of it hitting your hardwood floor seems to echo throughout the store.
âI reckon youâre gonna want to see a dentist about that.â Comes the lawmanâs cheeky response before he turns to you.Â
Smiling down at you, heâs actually in the middle of instructing you to go check on Marisol when a hard covered tome connects with the side of his head. But to your surprise, Ari doesnât even so much as flinch.Â
In fact, he barely reacts at all. At least not until the guy tries to tackle him, sending them both flying and you scrambling out of the way. Any real worry for your man fades when you see him quickly regain the upper hand. He lands a solid blow to the pudgy manâs kidney before pinning him to the floor with a knee in his back, his right arm trussed up in a way that looks mighty uncomfortable.Â
âFuck you, asshole!â Dale squeals, belatedly reminding you of a stuck pig. âFight meâŚâ He wheezes. âLike aâlike a man!â
âDale, if I fought you like a man weâd be callinâ you an ambulance right about now.â Ari snarls before twisting the other manâs arm hard enough to make his bones snap. It only makes the man squeal louder. âNow apologize to my lady for making an absolute ass out of yourself tonight. And it had better be fuckinâ good, or I swear Iâm gonna do a hell of a lot worse than a bruised kidney and dislocated shoulder.âÂ
Seeing your man like this, acting so protective and possessive over you and your shopwas doing funny things to those damned butterflies in your belly. Although you liked to think that you were more than capable of handling yourself, knowing that you had a man in your life who wouldnât think twice about defending your honor made you feel so unbelievably loved and cherished.
It also made you wet as fuck.Â
As your thoughts take an increasingly naughty turn, you get so caught up in the heat pooling between your thighs that you almost miss whatâs transpiring in front of you. Key word: almost.
âI donât think she heard you, Dale.â You watch as the man continues to thrash in Ariâs hold, his pathetic mewls of pain falling on deaf ears. âHow bout you try that again?â
âIâm sorry!âÂ
Covering your mouth with your hand, all you can do is nod. Seconds later, flashing red and blue lights capture your attention as two squad cars pull into your parking lot.
Frankly, it was about damn time.Â
Youâre so grateful when Deputy Milton and another officer come waltzing through your front door. Just as Marisol makes her way back into your lobby.Â
Milton frowns the moment he catches sight of her. While you had suspected that he might have a thing for the young librarian, his reaction only seemed to confirm it. Because you honestly couldnât remember the last time you saw him angry before today.
âWe got a call about a disturbance?â The Deputy surveys the scene, his frown growing more pronounced at the sight of the books and candy strewn across the ground. âWould you happen to know anything about that, Dale?â
His response comes out muffled. Not that it really matters any.
âI already informed Mr. Edwards that you boys would be more than happy to escort him back to the station.â Comes Ariâs gruff reply. âAs soon as he cleans up his mess.â
âYou know, I think the owner of this establishment would really appreciate that.â Milton cheekily turns to the officer at his side. âRight, Elkins?â
âI reckon itâs the only gentlemanly thing to do.â Officer Elkins pauses to wave at Marisol before continuing. âMs. Gonzalez mentioned something about you both being assaulted. Would either of you ladies like press charges?â
You both shake your head no. If anything, you were pretty sure that Marisol wanted this whole nightmare to be over the same as you.Â
âAlright. Guess that makes today your lucky day, then. Huh, Dale?â The officer hauls the man to his feet once Ari releases him. âNow, Iâd get to cleaninâ if I was you. Iâm anxious to get back to the supper I left behind at the station.â
 âYou canât beâŚâ The man sucks in a harsh breath. âThat guy just broke my tooth and you expect me toâŚtoâŚâ
âClean up your mess?â Milton helpfully supplies. âAbsolutely.â All three men chime at the same time.
âAnd when youâre done, weâll escort you to your room. Iâll let you know right now that it ainât the Marriott, but I suppose itâs better than the cold, hard ground.â The deputy muses with a shrug. âMariam kicked you out after this latest episode. Canât say I blame her after what you did to her face.â
âOh my God.â You murmur, wrapping your arms around Ariâs trim waist. âIs she okay?â
âEh.â Milton casts a sideways glare at Dale, silently warning him that he better get a move-on. Or else. âShe walked away from tonight with a couple stitches. And possibly one hell of a wake-up call.â
You decide youâre better off remaining silent as haggard-looking Dale Edwards begins collecting the books heâd upended. And you remain that way even as he begins haphazardly stacking them back on the shelf.
Which was fine. Youâd simply fix it tomorrow.
Next he moves to pick the candy heâd thrown at you. A soft sigh escapes you when you feel your manâs warm, lightly calloused palm come to rest on the back of your neck, giving you a reassuring squeeze.Â
The entire process takes a little longer than it should, but given that the man is obviously inebriated, nobody sees fit to complain.Â
Eventually, the task is complete. And a defeated Dale is led away in cuffs before being placed in the back of Elkinsâ squad car.
Good riddance.
And when you offer to give Marisol a ride home, youâre not the least bit surprised youâre intercepted by Milton, who eagerly agrees to escort the traumatized woman home. Theyâre out the door a few moments later, leaving you alone with Ari.Â
âWell shit.â He chuckles, his hand coming up to gently massage his shoulder as he watches you secure the lock. âThat wasâŚsomethinâ.âÂ
Instead of agreeing, you silently turn to face him, your hands resting on your hips. After all of that commotion, you had just one thing on your mind. And you werenât going to let this man out of your store until you got it.Â
âIt probably wouldnât hurt to break out the vacuum, Duchess. I can go grab it if youââÂ
You cut him off a look before grabbing a fistful of his shirt, tugging his head down to your level to capture his lips in a kiss. Swallowing his surprised gasp, you canât help the moan of appreciation you let out when he grabs your ass â hauling you even closer to his muscled body.Â
âFuck that.â You hiss, nipping at his plump bottom lip. âDonât wanna vacuum.â Needing to taste more of him, you ultimately abandon his mouth in favor of kissing your way along his bearded jaw.Â
Heâd made a man bleed for you tonight. And words simply could not express just how horny that made you.Â
âOh yeah?â One of his large hands winds its way into your curls, wrenching your head back so that he can take control. âThen what do you want?â His eager tongue sweeps past your lips to dance with yours as he grinds his rapidly hardening cock against your belly.Â
âYou.â Comes your heated growl as you force him backwards. âI want you.â
Ari doesnât protest when his back collides against the wall, or when you all but rip the shirt from his body. In fact, he fucking loves it. Although he might not be sure exactly what he did to make you act so goddamned feral, heâll be damned before you ever hear him complain.Â
âIâm right here, baby.âÂ
âNeed more.â You hardly recognize the sound of your own voice.Â
A wave of pure feminine satisfaction courses through you when you feel his big body shudder beneath your touch, his soft groan of pleasure driving you even closer to the brink. You rain sweet, hot kisses down the hard expanse of his chest, only pausing your ministrations long enough to give into the temptation to bite his left nipple, before continuing to move lower.
Right now, you were a woman on a mission. And nothing was going to stop you from reaching your intended destination. His turbulent blue eyes darken as they follow the path of your nails gliding along the ridges of his abs, causing goosebumps to rise across his tanned skin.
âThank you for always protecting me.â
âFuck! Always.â He grits out through clenched teeth.
Raw hunger fills you the moment you finally reach the fastening of his jeans. You quickly undo the buttons before dropping to your knees to undo the zipper of his fly with your teeth, making your intentions clear.Â
âIs this what you want, baby?â Your bounty hunter rasps, tangling his fingers in your hair once again. âThis what you need right now?â
Meeting his gaze, you nod. Tonight, this man had unlocked something primal inside of you. And at this moment you wanted the taste of this man on your tongue more than anything. It takes you no time to free his impressive member from the confines of his pants before shoving them down his hair covered thighs.
Later, you might allow yourself to be embarrassed by the sound of appreciation the bubbles itâs way past your lips. But not tonight. Refusing to break eye contact, you wrap a hand around his girth as your head dips to lap up a salty bead of precum. A familiar warmth pools in your belly as your core spasms with need.Â
Ariâs chin tips back on a groan when you draw him into your mouth at the same time as you begin working him up and down with your hand. His fingers dig into your scalp as he spurs you on, loving the little noises you make as you greedily suck him off.Â
âThatâs it, baby. My good fuckinâ girl.âÂ
Emboldened by his response, you increase your pace, hollowing your cheeks with every bob of your head. Itâs damn near impossible to take all of him â he was much too big. But youâd been practicing.Â
Thankfully, your bounty hunter had proven to be a patient man. He never complained whenever you decided you wanted to practice.Â
Youâre rewarded for your efforts when you feel your manâs hips begin to move in time with your rhythm, damn near choking you in the process. But Ari doesnât stop. Your pretty little mouth feels too goddamned good right now for him to even dream of it.Â
âAh shit, Duchess.â He chuckles when you gag around him for the second time. âI know you love it like this. My girl loves chokinâ on my fat dick. Donât you?â You try to respond as your eyes begin to water, your mascara running down your cheeks.Â
âMmph!â Your free hand moves to cup his heavy sac, kneading and massaging as you continue to devour him. And then your mouth moves lower, briefly sucking on his balls in a move that has him rocking back on his heels. In response, Ari readjusts his grip on your curls, forcing himself deeper down your throat. Having anticipated this, you do your damndest to control your response by breathing through your nose.Â
It works like a charm.
âFuck, baby.â His eyes roll back in his head as his impending orgasm threatens to overtake him. âKeepâkeep meâoh fuck!â
And you were determined to take it all. You were gonna swallow him down like he was your favorite treat. Because letâs be honest, youâd come to crave him just as much as he craved you.
âCum, Beast.â You purr, swirling your tongue around the plump mushroom head. Once. Twice. âFucking cum for me.â You allow the wet heat of your mouth to engulf him once more, not missing the way his body begins to tremble beneath you.
He continues to thrust, his breathing becoming more labored as his movements grow increasingly erratic. He was so close. So goddamned close. You knew it. And so did he.
âGive it to me, baby.â You beg between deep, ragged breaths, no longer caring about how desperate you sound. âGag me. Make me choke on it.â Your thighs clench together as the heady thrum of pleasure dances along your skin.Â
And as Ari always liked to say, your wish was his command.Â
âFUCK!â He roars as he rears back, forcing you to take him to the hilt as jet after jet of his seed pumps its way down your throat.Â
Once again youâre forced to rely on breathing through your nose until heâs finished, making a show of swallowing him down. And then you lick your lips, not wanting to miss a drop of your manâs salty goodness.
Like the good girl you are, you remain on your knees as you patiently wait for him to recover. You knew without having to check that your panties were positively ruined. That came as no surprise.Â
âHappy Halloween, Beast.â You murmur, nuzzling your nose against his still half-hard cock.Â
âOh yeah.â He responds with a quiet chuckle before gently cupping your chin. âYou sure youâre okay, little Bird?â Your eyes flutter closed as he smooths the pad of his thumb along your bottom lip.Â
âYeah.â You find yourself leaning into his touch, feeling safer and more protected than ever before.
âGood.âÂ
You watch as he rests his head against the wall, his big body now fully relaxed. But youâre not done with this man yet. Not by a long shot. Which is why you donât bother trying to hide the impish grin that spreads across your features as you reach for his dick once more.Â
âBut I bet Iâll be even better once you fuck me.âÂ
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bee what about calling chan daddy for the first time??
hihi. uhm. putting warnings is too hard. i hope u enjoy ems <3
warnings: oral (m rec), daddy king (duh), uh. tbh there probably should've been more discussion about what's going on here before it happened but there wasn't gender neutral reader as usual
Youâve been fussing at him all day. To be honest, youâre not even sure why, youâve just been having a bad time and Chan managed to be in the right place at the wrong time and now heâs contracted your ire. Itâs unfair to him, and a part of you knows this, but a larger part of you is pissed off that heâs breathing so fucking loud, so youâll just apologize later.
âBaby, are you planning on doing the dishes today or-â
âGod, can you shut up?!â Thereâs a moment where you both stare at each other in shock. You donât yell at each other. Chan raised his voice at you once before and you cried so hard you almost threw up, and after that you both agreed the two of you wouldnât let it get to that point ever again. You donât yell at each other, and yet, your voice has raised to dangerous decibels because your boyfriend asked you about the dishes.
âOkay, what is your problem?â
âProblem? I donât have a problem.â That is not what was supposed to come out of your mouth. You know it, and Chan especially knows it, because he raises an eyebrow at you from where heâs leaning against the kitchen counter.
âAre you sure? Because you just yelled at me.â
âI didnât yell.â
âThen what do you call that? Speaking with purpose?â
âYes. Speaking with purpose. Youâre also doing the exact opposite of what I told you to do anyway.â Chan brings his hands to his head to rub his temples, and for a second you think youâve gone a step too far. Youâre ready to apologize to him, to inform him that somewhere between the dishes and now your anger has been replaced with a weird eagerness for him and that maybe you shouldâve apologized for yelling at him before starting to play a horny game, but he takes a step towards you before you can open your mouth.
âYou have two seconds to apologize to me.â Chanâs voice is tense, a voice youâve heard people describe as his âleader voice.â You would describe it as something else, but youâre not that brave, so you havenât yet.
You stare at him instead of apologizing, blinking once and then twice at him. You watch as he clenches his jaw and see the tick of his muscle in real time.
âOkay. Fine.â Oh, youâre fucked. Literally. He grabs your arm and bodily hauls you off the couch. You knew what he was going to do, and you go along with it, so luckily he doesnât chuck you across the living room.
âChan.â He keeps dragging you towards your bedroom. âChan.â Youâre pretty sure heâs not listening on purpose. âChristopher.â
âGod,â he starts, and you know how his sentence is going to finish before itâs fully out of his mouth, âcan you just shut up?â Hearing your own words parroted back at you makes you frown.
âDonât talk to me like that.â
âWhy not? Thatâs how you were talking to me earlier.â You roll your eyes at him and open your mouth to respond and then heâs kissing you well enough that you donât care anymore.
âBaby, I wasnât kidding. That mouth has gotten you in enough trouble, why donât you just keep it shut, hmm?â You frown at him again, brows furrowing and he pushes you onto your knees and sits on the bed. You stare up at him from your spot on the floor, lips still downturned and then heâs fishing his cock out of his shorts and yanking you towards him by your hair.
âHey! Let go!â You reach up and dig your nails into his wrist and he grunts at you.
âWhat is your problem today?â
âI donât have a problem.â
âSure.â He brings your face closer to his dick. âSuck.â You shut your mouth with a click of your teeth and when you look up at him you can see that heâs thrown his head back in exasperation.
âJesus, why are you being like this?â You cross your arms over your chest and you hear him sigh. His hand untangles itself from your hair to press at the hinge of your jaw, forcing it open until he can slip fingers inside your mouth and open you up for himself.
âOw-â Your muffled protest is cut off by the heft and weight of Chanâs cock being shoved into your mouth. You arenât insane enough to bite him, but you are insane enough to not move. Youâre unsure why, but thereâs something in you that wants to push him and see what heâll do, see just how far you can annoy your sweet, lovely Channie until he becomes something else entirely.
âYouâre doing this on purpose.â You canât help the way your lip twitches into a smirk from where itâs wrapped around the girth of Chanâs dick, canât help the way it takes you a second to school your expression into something bored and uninterested. Chan sees it though, because of course he does. Sees the way your eyes widened for a second when you got caught before flattening out. You hear him huff a laugh, finally catching on, before heâs dragging one of your hands to rest on his thigh and taking your head between his palms.
âFine.â
He starts a rough pace right off the bat. Doesnât give you any time to adjust before his cockhead is ramming cruelly against the back of your throat. You gag, drool bubbling past your lips, down your chin, dripping onto the floor. Your hand lifts off his thigh for a moment, taken aback, and his pace slows. He pulls halfway out of your mouth and then you put your hand back on his leg like nothing happened and heâs back to using his cock as a battering ram to your throat.
âKept mouthing off,â he grunts, slightly out of breath. âYou and I both know that this is all your little mouth is good for.â
He keeps on like that until youâre crying, until tears are slipping down your cheeks and your nose is running a little. Uses you as nothing more than a fleshlight until your eyes are red rimmed and your knees are sore. He pulls out and tilts your head back to look into your eyes. Your head is swimming from the lack of oxygen and your vision is blurry from tears and something else. He looks at your face and down at the floor and his cock twitches.
âMade a mess,â he scoffs, derisive. âAre you done?â You whine at him, you have no idea what heâs asking anymore. He shakes your head a little.
âBrat. I asked you a question.â
âChannie- daddy.â Your voice is hoarse and wobbly, your hands are grabbing at his thighs and you're leaning your weight into him. You hear him inhale sharply and suddenly the hands on your head shift from a grab to a cradle.
âOh, baby.â He hauls you up into his lap. âLook at me.â You do, whatever Chan finds in your face makes him soft.
âWas that all you needed, sweetheart? Was for daddy to set you straight.â You nod at him and he coos.
âDaddyâs not done yet, baby.â You whine. He laughs. âYou gave me a hard time there, honey. A bit of face fucking isnât gonna make that up to me, you know that.â
You do know that. It isnât gonna stop your pout though. Chan sees your face and laughs.
âLay on your back,â he says. âMaybe if you apologize well enough, Iâll give you a reward after.â
#in:box#ems more like mommy#ft.channie#bee blurbs#chan x reader#chan x you#chan x y/n#chan x gn reader#chan smut#bang chan smut#bang chan x you#bang chan x reader#bang chan x y/n#bang chan x gn reader#chan hard thoughts#bang chan hard thoughts#skz x you#skz x reader#skz x y/n#skz smut
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can u rec some lestappen fanfics pleaseee i feel like iâve read everything and ur an amazing writer so i trust ur taste (even ones you havenât read and want to read will do) tyy
Ooh I love this. Also that's so lovely thank you đ¤â¤ď¸
Lestappen Fic Rec List
Below the cut.
Ok not an exhaustive list, but here are the ones I remember LOVING.
Some are well known, some less so.
I can't rec any I haven't read yet sorry I'm super picky about the writing style, which you don't know until you get into the fic.
I've tagged some authors, some I couldn't remember their Tumblr names even though I follow them. I'll try to remember to tag them later, but also feel free to do so, if you know them.
Please leave kudos and comment on these fic if you check them out đ¤
I'll try to remember to update the list in future if I can.
Every Other Sunday by Anney
Obviously
Home (is wherever I'm with you) by actparci
Charles leaves Ferrari. There's a million of these, and this is my favourite.
Grapefruit Mignonette by slapshots
Restaurant au. The best of the trope in my opinion though the others are also good.
Set My Midnight Sorrow Free by PrincessElectra
-LOVE this series. Ugh. NOT an au.
Violent delights by grandprix
-ABO. Adore this series esp the second one.
Straight Lines by @alphatinies
Yes. Can't describe just read.
Blood Soaked Gown by sixteenthirtythree
ABO. Friends w benefits. Max is retiring and wants Charles to take his Red Bull seat. Adore it.
Canine teeth in the side of my neck by mintchocolatechip97
Silly! Biting. Don't look directly at me.
If I had words by @formula-fun
ABO. Charles has a miscarriage. Don't let the pregnancy themes scare you, it's perfect. The dynamics are đŤ I adore this Max đ
Called to the devil and the devil said hey by @creabirds
Yes. Sticks in my brain like glue.
A life in your shape by weiwuxian
- Max is Batman. This bit, I'll never forget:
But it was what made it fun â being taunted and kissed in the same breath. To fight and fuck and feel worshiped the whole time.
Top of the world (looking down on creation) by eaurouge-sangnoir
Sex worker Charles, virgin Max. đ
Breathe You In (Like a Vapour) by @fabbyf1
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I'll Be Right Beside You by @fabbyf1
Max has amnesia. Charles is perfect.
Curious by LaurawritingF1
Charles is bicurious. Max is happy to help.
Heart Out series by @drivestraight
Girl!Max. Charles is bad at sex, but for some reason Max keeps doing it with him. Underrated. One of my fave series ever. Charles is a simp. He cannot handle Max, but he tries anyway, and I LOVE him.
Panem et circenses by Anney
SO underrated wow. Dystopian future of F1 fic, and like. Wow. Perfect. Wow.
Dirtbag, baby by mondaycore
All of their lestappen. Again, don't look directly at me. Look at the fic instead.
The Skirt by Anonymous
Silly! And short. But I love it.
Says he's going to teach me what fast is by @foggystars
Their lestappen are great but actually this Charlos one is my fave đ¤
And these are not Lestappen. They're Maxiel primarily, which I don't seek out in my life but they're SO perfect it makes me sick. I think anyone would enjoy them. The writing is just perfect.
To the Victor Belong The Spoils by @powerful-owl
Hunger Games AU. Wow the writing. The characterisations. Wow. It's all perfect. Wow. Please read it. You'll love it.
Steal the air out of my lungs by nahco3
Resident doctor au. Both accurate and compelling. Max is so dear to me. And Lewis. Love of my life, ugh.
Leave this blue neighbourhood series by tiredtiredsharl
This whole series I must've read 20 times. Multi-ship, though not Lestappen. Found family. It heals me with every word, it's just đđâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸.
Okay that's it for now. Lmk what you think.
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Fantasy Novel Recommendations?
Hey yall! I've gotten SO big into reading novels, whenever I'm not working on my art or my video game I'm pouring into a new world!
But I keep getting frustrated with a lot of the fantasy novels I read, and I was pretty disappointed by Fourth Wing. Not that it was bad, there was a LOT that I found really interesting! Everything with the dragons in particular was really fascinating.
But... the romance subplot became the ENTIRE story and it was just really dull and frustrating to read. I loved so many things in the book, but that drove me so crazy I don't even think I'll read the second one.
If romance is the primary point, like Jane Austin novels? I'm totally fine with that! But... I don't really want it taking over completely in my fantasy novels.
Point is... I'm looking for fantasy novels with female leads, with minimal romance, or romance very much being secondary to the primary plot. Also if there can be little to no sex scenes, please and thank you. I'm not a prude, I just find a lot of it very boring. I come to books for stories, ya know?
I ADORED the Throne of Glass series, and any romance in there always stood secondary to the story, and felt pretty fluid and believable, so it never bothered me.
So yes, please give me any recommendations you have!! I'd love to check out new fantasy novels.
Anyway if you want any book recs yourself, these are some of my favorites: Throne of Glass series
Where the Crawdads Sing
This Is How You Lose The Time War
To Kill a Mockingbird
#cqchat#book recommendations#I've read TKaM more than any other book#and Where the Crawdads Sing is dare I say#a masterpiece?#and Throne of Glass is just SO good#anyway thanks in advance yall
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HELLO i have a request so ill try my best to explain it okay uhm, so could you do threesome like ghost x reader x kĂśnig ? IDK ABOUT THE PLOT BUT LIKE first they dont give in because of the age gap cuz they think y/n is too young or whatever but them they get put in a same room for a night since they had to stop for some serious reasons LIKE IDK YOU TIDY UP ALL THIS MESS BUT PLEASE LIKE THE READER HAS CHOKING KINK AND DEGRADING KINK YOU MAKE THE REST THANK YOU SO MUCH IF YOU DO THIS BECAUSE LIKE I RLLY CANT FIND ANYTHING WHERE READER GETS SANDWITCHED BETWEEN TWO MASSIVE MEN đđ i beg đđđđ
I will take every given chance to thirst over these massive men, won't lie I got carried away with this so... enjoy
warnings: mdni (18+), smut, unprotected pinv, threesome, age gap, degradation, some praise, choking, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, mention of alcohol, blowjob, blindfold, oral (fem rec), creampie
You'd been in the safehouse with Konig and Ghost for two days already, two days of waiting in silence for someone to come and rescue you. The two men gave little in means of conversation, sitting quietly in their posts, keeping watch, occasionally glancing over to you.
You grew tired of the quiet within the first night, attempting a few times to spark conversations, the men would give simple responses in the form of hums or nods, not affording you full sentences. They had been awkward around you for a few weeks, the treatment starting after a drunken night at Soaps house, a few rounds of 'never have I ever' and too many rounds of shots.
"Right but if ye were to have a threesome, who'd you pick?" Soaps question makes your eyes widen, your cheeks blushing as you realize you don't even need time to think of your response.
"Ghost and Konig" Your response caused a thick tension to fill the air, you purposefully avoid the gaze of the two men as Soap's eyes lit up.
"I dinnae if you could handle both of them, lass, I mean, they're... large" Soap chooses his words carefully, eyes glancing around the room as the two men remain like statues, your heartbeat racing in your ears.
"Next question" Ghost's voice breaks the tension, you turn your attention back to your drink, heat flushing your skin.
You didn't realize how much your drunken words would affect the men but now, two weeks later and stuck in a safe house with them it showed, barely a word muttered between them.
"What's wrong with you two?" You ask in a fit of either confidence or annoyance,
"What do you mean?" Ghost turns to you
"One day were all chatting and having fun, and the next you two avoid me like the plague"
The men share a look, you throw your arms up in question,
"We aren't avoiding you" Konig shrugs
"I don't know how long we're stuck here and if neither of you will talk I'm going to lose my mind"
"Stop being a brat" Ghosts words make you tense
"Then tell me why you won't talk to me"
"Because you're just a kid," Ghost says, his voice low
"I'm younger than you, that's why you won't talk to me" You scrunch your face
"It's more that you want to fuck us" Ghost states plainly, your body freezes, your eyes widening at his words, you turn to Konig who's just as frozen as you, Ghost rests his weight on one leg, his thumb through the loop of his belt as he stares at you.
"I don't" You stammer
"What about the game the other night?" Konig adds
"Just a game"
"You're a terrible liar kid," Ghost says
"Stop calling me that" Your hands begin to fidget, unsure of what to do under the pressure of their eyes
"What would you rather us call you?"
"My name" Your eyes are glued to the floor, unable to look at them, Ghost moves toward you, his boots heavy against the floor. His hand moves to rest on your chin, tilting your head to face him,
"You sure there's not anything else you wanna be called?"
"Ghost.." Konig warns, "We can't"
"M'not sure about that, it's just us here anyway"
Your skin burns under his stare, his hand moves from your jaw back to rest on his vest, his shoulders broad, his stance purposefully intimidating you.
"Kneel"
Your breath is rapid, you keep your eyes locked on his as you drop to your knees, your neck craned to look at him,
"Ghost" Konig glances between your bodies, his tone stern, a final warning to his teammate
"Do you want this?" He softens his gaze for a moment, giving you an out, you're tiny under his hulking frame, cheeks red as your heart races, you glance between the masked man, focusing your gaze back on his skull mask.
"Please" It comes out as a whimper
"Please what?"
You huff a breath, "Please fuck me"
"Tell him" Ghost turns towards Konig, you follow his gaze, pleading eyes landing on his hood,
"Please, I need you, need you both"
"Oh kleine maus" He releases a deep breath, moving toward you, he stands behind you, you're trapped between the men with no escape, head level with their groins as your mind flurries.
"You gonna be good for us?"
You nod your head
"You gonna take what we give you?" Ghosts hands rest on his belt
"Yes" You can feel your arousal pooling, you slick drenching your panties as you sit, Ghost palms himself over his pants the tent in his pants more visible by the second.
You wriggle your hips, trying to gain some friction on your sex but Konigs hands are quick to settle on your shoulders, keeping you still,
"Careful, you take what we give you, nothing more" His voice echoes through your ears from above, you look up at the men, trying to gage what they were thinking but their masks reveal nothing, you furrow your brows in a silent plea, the sound of Ghosts belt music to your ears.
"You stay focused on me, eyes ahead" Ghost orders, you nod, doe eyes staring at him as you feel Konig kneel behind you, his hands roaming your frame.
Ghost unzips his pants letting his cock spring free, you wet your lips at the sight, a sudden nervousness taking over your body as you realize how big he is. He takes his cock in his hand, pumping it a few times,
"Don't worry, you can take it"
He teases his leaking tip against your lips, smearing his slick against the skin as you part them, flattening your tongue, he runs his tip over the muscle, gathering your saliva on it before pushing in an inch. You hum around him, the taste of his pre cum salty on your tongue.
Konig's hands move to roam under your shirt, bunching the fabric above your breasts before urging your arms up so he can lift it, his hands moving to paw at your breasts. The contact forces a moan from your throat, the vibration making Ghost let out a small grunt as he pushes deeper into your mouth.
Ghosts hand cups your jaw, pulling your gaze up to him, you stare at him through your lashes, he squeezes your jaw lightly asking permission, you nod slightly and blink your eyes at him. You brace your hands against his thighs as his fingers pull your hair back, he thrusts into your mouth slowly, allowing you time to breathe before he pulls out all the way, forcing his cock into the back of your throat, forcing you to gag around him.
You breathe through your nose as his tip brushes against your throat over and over, the saliva from your mouth polling around the base of his cock, dripping down to his balls.
Konig's hands roam further down your frame, his fingers slipping past the band of your pants to cup your sex, the contact making you moan around Ghost's length.
"ScheiĂe so wet already, kleine schlampe" His fingers tease over your clothed pussy, you move your hips to grind down on his fingers and he pinches your clit, forcing a muffled yelp from you.
"Needy slut" He breathes in your ear, his words going straight to your core, tears prick your eyes as Ghosts thrusts deep into your mouth, pulling his cock out as your head falls forward, gasping for air,
"Please, touch me" You pant,
"S'that what you want you fucking slag, need Konig's fingers to stretch you out while I fuck your throat?"
"Yes, God please" You beg, your chest heavy
"Earn it" Ghosts hand moves his cock back to your lips, your reach to grip his length, your saliva working to help you glide your digits up and down his cock, taking him into your mouth as Konig's hand dips below your panties, you clench your eyes shut as he pushes his fingers into you, his thumb settling against your clit as the digits pump into your weeping cunt.
"Eyes up here" Ghost's hand grabs your cheek, forcing you to look at him, your work his length, flattening your tongue to allow him deeper into your throat, gagging around his cock as Konig's fingers curve to swipe against your sweet spot.
You moan around Ghost's cock, his grip on your hair growing tighter as your hand pumps him, you keep your eyes locked on his as Jonig's fingers stretch you out, his thumb circling your clit making you clench down on him, his chest is pressed to your back keeping you still, you're trapped between the men.
Konig's free hand moves to pinch your hardened nipple, the sensation bringing you closer to the edge, Ghost can feel your movements become sloppy, his hand moving to grab atop yours, guiding it over his cock,
"You wanted it, now take it," He says through gritted teeth, he buries his cock in your throat and you arch against Konig, the hand on Ghost's thigh digging into the muscle as you reach your peak, whining and moaning around Ghosts cock,
"That's it, filthy girl" Konig coos in your ear, his fingers fuck you through your high as Ghost holds your jaw steady, his balls tighten as his head falls forward, strings of curses and grunts coming from him as he spills into your mouth, his seed dripping down your throat.
Your tears stain your cheeks as you swallow around him, gasping for a breath as he pulls out, a string of saliva dripping from his tip as you fall forward. Konig pulls his hands from you, his hands settling on your hips, helping you up, he holds you against his form and you feel his hard-on press against your back, the sensation making a shiver run up your spine.
He guides you toward the bed that sits in the corner of the room, helping you to sit on the edge before moving his hands from you.
âClose your eyes kleine mausâ
You do as he says, fluttering your kids shut till your sight is consumed by darkness, you follow the sound of the men, the noises of their buckles clattering and they drop their pants down. You hear footsteps near you, hands holding the sides of your face as a piece of fabric is placed over your eyes, and tied behind your head.
âFor identity's sake,â You hear Ghost say, you canât see him but you can smell him, gunpowder and tobacco invades your senses as he moves from you.
You feel the mattress dip below you, strong arms pulling you back against the bed as your limbs splay across the sheets, rough hands knead at your breasts causing soft meals to fall from your lips, another pair tugs at your pants, pulling them from your legs so youâre bare, the cool air of the room hitting your dripping pussy, goosebumps form on your skin.
You move your arms to feel the man behind you, trying to figure out which one it was before strong hands grab yours, pinning them down,
âNo touching, not yetâ The English accent rings in your ears, you sigh quietly as Konigâs hands roam your bare thighs, squeezing at the flesh, you feel his breathe ghost over your cunt, you try to squeeze your legs shut but he holds them open, pressing your lower half into the mattress.
Your head rests in Ghost's lap, one hand holding yours down while his other moves to settle at the base of your neck, his fingers on your pulse point.
âOpen your mouthâ
You do as he says, dropping your jaw as he leans over your form, spit dripping from his tongue past your lips, you swallow it with a hum.
âSuch a good little whoreâ His fingers squeeze lightly at your neck, your back pulls away from the mattress, arching as Konigâs tongue flicks over your clit.
He laps at your cunt, flattening his tongue to lick a stripe between your folds before closing his lips around your bud, sucking at the nerves as your head pushes further into Ghost's lap.
Ghost releases you, letting your hands roam to grab at anything you can while his settles at your breasts, twisting and punching your nipples, Konigâs tongue flicks over your clit, circling and sucking at the bud while you writhe under him.
âYouâre gonna cum once more, then weâre gonna ruin you like the little slut you areâ Ghost emphasizes his words with a squeeze to your throat, strangled moans escaping your throat as Konigâs tongue laps at you, inching you toward release.
His hands pin your hips as you try to grind against him, needing more,
âBe good, needy thingâ He chastises from below you, his fingers digging into your hips sure to leave bruises as he continues his assault.
âCâmon, be a good little whore and cum on his tongueâ Ghost voices rings above you, his words shooting straight to your core, you strain under Konigâs grip, his tongue has you teetering on the edge, he teases his fingers around your entrance earning a wanton moan from you as he pushes in, the new sensation has your vision blinding behind the mask as your second orgasm rips through your body, your hips twitching against his lips while Ghosts hands roam your form.
He eases you through your high, letting you come down slowly before detaching himself,
âScheiĂe, taste so sweet, if I knew you sounded like that we would've done this soonerâ
Your breaths are heavy as you lay against Ghost, your legs falling against the bed as Konig stands, his hands reach for your waist, flipping you to your stomach with ease, you fall against Ghost as he shifts under you, his hands steadying you as Konig lifts your hips from the bed.
He slots himself behind you, his palms pressing against your ass, spreading it to get a better view, Ghost's hands move to gently remove the mask from your eyes, peeling the fabric from your face, his hand on your chin as he tilts your head,
"Need you to keep your eyes on me, gonna watch you fall apart" His voice is gruff, you wriggle your hips toward Konig in anticipation, his tip gliding between your folds, collecting your slick. Ghost holds your face up, forcing you to strain your neck, an arch forming in your back as Konig lines himself up, pressing his tip against your hole, you gasp at the feeling, now aware of how big he is.
"You can take it, I know you can"
You relax your shoulders, hands pressing into Ghost as Konig pushes in deeper, the stretch of his fingers nothing compared to the way his cock feels,
"So goddamn tight maus," He says through gritted teeth, you struggle to keep your eyes on Ghost, your jaw falling open as gasps and moans slip past your lips,
"S'alright, you'll warm her up for me" Ghost reaches for your hand, moving it to settle atop his growing erection, his hand keeping yours pressed against him.
Konig quickens his pace, your body shifting back and forth against Ghost as he drags his length across your soaked walls, your slick wetting his pubes every time he bottoms out, pressing against your cervix, you watch Ghost with hooded lids, his face remaining stoic as you palm his length.
Konig's grunts fill your ears, his fingers digging into your hips as he pounds into you, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room,
"That's it, love, take it, just like the little slut you are"
You moan at his words and you can see Ghost smirk under his mask, he's watching you unravel under their touch, your legs getting wobbly as Konig stretches you around his massive cock, forcing you to take every inch.
Konig snaked an arm around your waist, lifting your hips up slightly, allowing his fingers to tease around your clit, you let out a gasp and clench down on his length, the rough pads of his fingers circling your bud, his hold the only thing keeping you upright.
You drop your head forward but you're caught by Ghost, his fingers firm around your throat as he pulls your gaze back to him,
"Eyes on me or you don't get to cum"
You let out a small whimper, your free hand digging into the flesh of his thigh as Knoig works you toward another orgasm, the heat in your stomach building to sear your skin, every nerve alive as he thrusts into you.
He works your clit at a vicious pace, your brain a ball of fuzz as it refuses to form words, resorting to strings of moans and whimpers, you stare at Ghost with pleading eyes, tears brimming in them,
"You wanna cum?" He squeezes your throat, his other hand pressing your digits against his now firm cock.
You nod against his grip,
"Use your words"
"Yes, please, need to cum"
"You wanna soak his cock, you fuckin slag, do it, cum for us"
Your orgasm rips through your body, your limbs going limp as Konig holds you up, fucking you through your high as you melt against Ghost, fingers clenching against his flesh.
"Such a tight little pussy, mein gott, gonna make me cum"
Konig buries himself inside you, his balls pressed against your core,
"Beg for it slut, beg for his cum"
You let out a deep moan as the sensation, you're stuffed to the brim, unable to move,
"Please, need your cum, please Konig"
He grips your flesh as his muscles tighten, spilling his load inside you, keeping it deep inside your walls as he gives shallow thrusts, forcing it deeper, his spend floods your walls, spilling out as he pulls from you.
He releases you, letting you fall forward as Ghost moves from his spot leaving you limp against the bed, Konigs hands press against your shoulders, pulling you to all fours while he sits in front of you, resting against his legs. His cock is sitting in front of your eyes, his softening length teasing at your lips, you flatten your tongue but he pulls back,
"Not yet maus, gonna fill you up, don't worry"
You whimper at his words, needing to taste him while Ghost slots himself behind you, your aching core clenching around nothing as his fingers tease your slit, gathering the mixture of spend and smearing it around your skin.
He gives you no time to adjust, bottoming out in a single thrust, Konigs hands keeping you upright as your pussy clenches around Ghost, your tears stain your cheeks and Konig swipes a thumb over the wet skin,
"You're doing so well darling" He purrs, words escape you, diluted to a babbling mess as Ghost pounds into you, Konig kneels forward, his palm stroking up his length as his cock swipes across your wet lips, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth.
Ghost presses a firm hand to your spine, your stomach pressing against the mattress, allowing him deeper while Konigs tip teases at your mouth, you part your lips for him, he smears your saliva around his tip, the taste of his spend lingering on his cock as you flatten your tongue, tasting him.
He pushes into your mouth, your body pinned between the two men as they fill you from both ends, Ghosts hands spread your ass as he lifts his mask above his nose, a string of spit dripping from his tongue to your hole, wetting the skin as he continues to fuck you at an unrelenting pace.
Your vision is blurry, your body weak as the men continue to wreck you, Konigs length pushing past your lips to drag along the inside of your mouth, you moan around his length, your hands digging into the sheets as you try to stay balanced.
"Is this what you wanted, needed to be filled by two cocks you little slut" Ghost emphasizes his words with harsh thrusts, the wet wounds of your hole filling the air as you gag around Konig, his balls slapping against your chi with every thrust.
Their hands keep you steady as your brain clouds with lust, all your senses invaded by the two men as they wreck your body, every part of you claimed by them.
"You wanna walk around with our cum in you? Dirty fucking girl"
The thought makes you hum around Konigs cock, your pussy clenching around Ghost,
"She likes that, you want us to mark you huh, ruin this little pussy"
You can't think to respond, simply resorting to clenching your eyes and arching your hips further toward Ghost, allowing him impossibly deep inside you.
Konig moves his hand to grab your hair, tugging your neck back to allow himself deeper, burying his cock in your throat as you gag around him before he pulls out a moment, allowing you to breathe.
"Please, need to feel you" You beg, your head turning towards the man behind you, Konigs hand moves to your throat, keeping you still in front of him as he thrusts back into your mouth. You're a mess of moans between the men, your hips twitching as Ghost's fingers connect with your swollen clit.
"One more, give me one more" He circles your bud, your cries muffled by Konig's length thrusting into your mouth as your orgasm builds quickly, you want to beg him to stop but you can't, your body moulding to the men as they bring you back to the edge.
The coil inside you threatens to snap as Ghost swipes your clit in time with his thrusts,
"ScheiĂe, look at me" Konig pants above you, you tilt your head to face him, your skin red, your lips puffy as you stare at him through your lashes. He stares at you with a piercing gaze and your orgasm erupts in your chest, clenching around Ghost while you moan around Konig, your body trembling under the men as your vision goes white, a dull ringing filling your ears.
"That's it, fuck" He buries himself in your throat, his seed filling your mouth as his hips twitch, you hum around his tip, your tongue lapping up every drop from his cock as he pulls out with a pop.
You take a deep breath, panting as Ghost pounds into you, your head falling forward as your arms give out, your drool pooling under your cheek as he presses you into the mattress.
"So fucking good" Ghost grunts, leaning over your frame as his tip prods at your cervix, he cums with a growl, his sounds buzzing above you while he fills you with his seed, your abused hole milking him. He keeps his softening cock inside for a moment, pulling it out and replacing it with his fingers, pushing the leaking spend back inside you, your hips flinch from the stimulation, your slick coating the insides of your thighs.
You fall forward, your body limp against the bed, the mattress dips under the weight of the men, Ghost lays back against the bed, his arms tugging you against him so your head can rest on his chest. Konig turns to grab a small cloth, easing himself down the bed to carefully wipe around your core, careful to avoid your swollen clit as he cleans you.
You catch your breath while Konig lays behind you, his arms snaking around your waist to hold you, your limbs are tangled between the two men while your heartbeat relaxes. His hands draw lazy patterns over your skin as your muscles ease, melting into the men,
"Did so well" Ghost places a soft kiss on the crown of your head, your cheeks pressed to the exposed skin of his upper chest, the warmth of the men comforting your sore body as the light of the sun peaks through the windows of the house.
"So good for us" Konigs hands trace over your skin, his chest flush with your back as he sandwiches you between him and Ghost, the thrum of their heartbeats filling your ears.
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CG: I NEED YOU TO COME THROUGH FOR ME, BECAUSE WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF MANPOWER HERE. CT: D --> We are CG: YES DIDN'T I MENTION? FEFERI, KANAYA AND TAVROS ARE DEAD, SOLLUX IS UNCONSCIOUS, AND TEREZI IS MISSING.
It all fell apart so fast, didn't it?
One minute, he was sitting in the Veilâs rec room, bickering with Jade. The next, everything was blood and honking.
What the fuck happened to Kanaya.
You foolishly misplaced your glasses during your heroic revival attempt, leaving you with no way of communicating with the others to warn them.
Phew. You got me, Hussie.
But there is no one in here. Just someone taking a nap on the horn pile over there. And a big puddle of something next to the transportalizer.
We turned our back on Kanaya's body, and now itâs on the move.
Whoâs the culprit, though? The only troll unstable enough to do this is probably Gamzee...
Are those.... fang marks?
KANAYA!!!
She's back!!
I mean, she's apparently a fucking vampire, but who gives a shit? We're back in business, baby!
Man, this is fucking random, isn't it? From where I'm sitting, it's come completely out of the blue. If it gets my girl back in the game, I'll take it, but how the hell does this even work?
I know Kanaya used to dream of being a vampire rainbow drinker, but dreams don't usually come true this easily. Alternia does have undead, so it's possible she was bitten before she Entered, but I would have expected her vampirism to have manifested much earlier in the session. She has always had pointed teeth, but I assumed it was just a natural trait in trolls.
Is it a Sylph thing, perhaps? The class is apparently 'more magical' than a Witch, so maybe Kanaya's latent magical abilities were triggered in death, restoring her to... undeath?
If that's true, though, then why a vampire? They don't have anything to do with Space, unless you count the fact that they're nocturnal, and thus active when the night sky is visible. I doubt that's even true for rainbow drinkers, who are probably diurnal.
Kanaya's thirst for fuchsia blood would suggest that her instincts have taken over for the time being. We won't really know how much self-control she has until she's face-to-face with a living troll, but I'm confident in her willpower.
That said... I'd absolutely love a villainous Kanaya. If she fully gave into her thirst, she'd be a bigger threat than all these idiots combined - especially if she has access to the traditional array of vampire powers.
Anyway, please excuse me as I pop the biggest bottles of champagne. Kanaya's back, baby!
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