#brotha stares u down

[maya-the-surreal-soldier]

Tars in the sunnn 💖💖💖

Best boi ever 🙇🙇🙇

[pumpkinsy0]

PaperCut going to the movies/drive-in headcanons perchance??

i feel like ive done enough of them at drive ins so lets put em in a theater!!!

•pony strikes me as the type to wear cargo jeans and i cannot explain to u y, but ik he and curly hide snacks in the pockets, they r NOTTTTT paying for the movie theater snacks, brotha

•they would both hide as many snacks as they could between the two of em, even if they get caught, curly has hidden pockets in his jacket, they r SO ready

•pretty sure pony canonically doesnt rlly like watching movies w other ppl and look, LOVE curly, love the guy to death, im his #1 stan, but pony wouldnt be the HAPPIEST about having him at the theaters

•its nothing personal its just that it feels uncomfortable for him, and it doesnt HELP that sometimes he glances over at curly out if habit and sometimes he catches curly just staring at him, like man cmon 😕

•for multiple reasons, they always go towards the back aisle seats for movies, they can kiss and talk semi freely, plus curly would just b a nuisance for anyone sitting in the back of em

•they will spend HOURS in the theater, mostly bc theyre just sneaking into other movies

•pony will go silent after every movie they watch, he feels like a brand new person, meanwhile curly just keeps on talking

•speaking of curly yapping, hes the kinda guy to act purposely dense just to rile pony up, he ABSOLUTELY acts all stupid like he didnt understand the most obvious points of the movie just to annoy pony

•pony stays behind when the credits end and curly always gets fidgety cause he wants to GO, sometimes pony outs a hand on curlys leg while hes bouncing it as a way to say “calm down”

•they both wanna knock out like right after, its not uncommon for them to just accidentally fall asleep after a movie

[milesmolasses]

Not Ridin' on Consistency (Hobie x blk! reader)

AHHH ITS HEREEE

i’ve been wanting to write about hobie for the longest.

I finally got around to it!!

⚠️: takes place around midtown Manhattan (42nd St?), really bad British slang, mentions of red heads, theres a reference in here to my favorite place ever (if u find it, i'll give u a cookie)

"I'm walking on clouds right now, holy shit," you laughed to your close friends. Coming back from gigs at ragers and raves was becoming frequent for the small band we configured. Performing with a small group of friends that you've known since childhood felt like a crazy fever dream; like an "Oh my god there is no way this shit is real" type of fever dream.

Though the gigs you got were small and didn't draw much traction, the fact that there were people out there who enjoyed the type of music you put out there, especially within the black community, really brightened your spirits and only furthered the small band's hopes of one day being wildly known amongst the people.

"My god man, did you see that one girl at the bar ogling at Malcolm?" asked Marsh. They walked in front of the group, skipping as they turned their body to walk backward, now properly looking at you and Malcolm while still ahead.

"What the one with red hair?"

"Yes, bro! Jesus fucking Christ it was like she was undressing you with her eyeballs," said Marsh, hands covering their eyes for comedic effect. Marsh had a knack for knowing when and how people stare at their friends, it's like they can feel other people's eyes on you. If you ever wanted to know if a cute girl or your crush was staring at you, they'd be the one to know.

You threw your head back as you laughed and jabbed Malcolm in his side, telling him, "Yo, you better watch out my black brotha, don't wanna be snow bunnied!"

The Dr. Umar reference seemed to set Malcolm over the edge as he complained the rest of the walk to the train station. Sayings like "My red-head phase was over mad long ago," or "Ya'll never gon' let me live that phase down huh," and other deflections were all that was said the rest of the way to the station.

Upon your arrival at the station, the emergency exit was open with busy people hustling to go in and out of the station without having to pay. So with a small crowd of people, you and your guys went through the exit. One person, in particular, caught your eye amid the crowd of people; loud, statement black wicks and a leather jacket wrapped around his waist, probably removed because of how hot it was in the station, and a scuffed pair of well-worn doc martins to pull together his all-black fit. A beautiful dark skin shimmering with sweat in the crowd of people, and to go with that, the eyebrow and lip piercings he had really suited his hard face. Strapped around his body, was a guitar out in the open with no case. "No case on the guitar isn't crazy?" you thought to yourself.

"Hello??? Y/N are you still with us, we have a train to catch?"

You blinked as you realized where you were. It's not like you were in a trance, just in your own head for a while, admiring him... Huh, suppose he did put you in a trance. Looking at Marsh in front of you, you looked up a bit past their head to see the train schedules and when the train was coming. Reading the sign it said the next train would be there in three minutes. "We have time, c'mon," you said as you walked past Marsh to the staircase headed to the 6 train.

Marsh looked up at Malcolm, eyes wide and astonished, "Did I not just..."

"Never mind that, let's go," said Malcolm. Marsh watched as Malcolm followed you up the stairs absolutely dumbfounded.

"I'm not appreciated enough," March mumbled as they sighed.

As you walked along the platform, you looked around to sus out your surroundings deciding on where a good place to stand and wait for the train was. That's when you saw him again, leaning on a surface with his hands in his pockets staring off into space. Your head started to wander with thoughts of who this guy was, and if you should know him or not considering the guitar strapped around him. Thinking of every punk, alt, and rock group you knew, you just couldn't seem to draw a conclusion about who this guy was. Maybe he wasn't in a band, maybe he rocked solo.

You stood on the opposite end of him, looking back to see where your crew was. You saw them headed towards you from the staircase as you smiled and waved them over. They were pretty far in the distance so you lightly giggled to yourself as you watched them speed walk.

"Nice threads."

What you heard next to you, was a man with a deep, thick British accent, and Lord did it made you weak in the knees. You subtly leaned against the stature close to you and looked to see to where the voice was coming from though, you felt like you had a pretty good idea of who was talking to you.

"Who me?"

"Yeah you bruv, ain't no one else I could be talkin' to."

You raised an eyebrow and your nose flared looking at him; this British attitude he was taking up with you did not sit right with you at all. Before you could say something you heard the train rumble and the lights grow brighter as the train emerged from its tunnel.

Malcolm was the first to make it to you with Marsh not trailing far behind as he said, "There is no reason this platform needs to be so damn long! The train doesn't need all this space!"

You could barely hear him though, with the train closely approaching and the British dude still on your mind.

"Literally, I knocked my case into people trying to speed walk over here," said Marsh gesturing to her case and the people all the way down the platform.

The train slowly came to a stop as it squealed along the tracks. Walking on the train as the door opened, you and your crew walked to an open area near the door opposite to the ones you walked through. Leaning on the door with Malcolm in front of you, you looked to your left and saw him, the rocker dude who gave you attitude earlier. Ignoring him, you decided to pay attention to your friends surrounding you. However, it appeared Marsh had other plans.

"Hey man, you should probably get a case for that soon. Don't want it getting scuffed up," said Marsh as they peered at the British guy standing next to you.

"Yeah, I've been told. Thanks mate."

In such a packed train, it was hard to move around to get a better look at the dude, so Marsh peeked her head even further to continue to conversation further. "So you play with anyone orrr..." they said, voice dozing off on the last part.

"Uh-huh. Got some ol' chaps back in London who I play with. You lot play good tonight?"

He turned his head looking over at Malcolm seeing that he had a drumstick twirling between his fingers. "Yeah at this underground place on 42nd. Shit was wild man," said Malcolm as he reached his hand out to give the guy a fist bump.

I stayed silent during their small talk about punk rock and guitars and whatnot. I fiddled with the strap on my shoulder from my bass case trying to look forward and ignore the conversation.

As they smiled and laughed at some joke Malcolm made, Marsh peeked their head towards the mystery guy and asked "Yo what's your name again?"

"Hobie. Hobie Brown."

The train began to loosen up a bit as more people started getting off at their stops. More seats opened up so we sat down across from each other. Marsh and Malcolm sat on one end of the train and me and Hobie sat on the other side.

"You strum? What model?" he asked nodding down at my case.

"Not guitar, I play bass," I said not even looking up at him.

"Bare quiet. Feels like I'm under some quiet investigation– you won't even give me the time of day," he chuckled. You turned your head towards him as you scrunched your eyebrows at him.

"Ten minutes ago you were rude to me."

"You're exaggerating innit, I was only pointing out the obvious," he said raising his eyebrows and smiling as if he was all innocent. But really he was laughing at your sensitivity.

"Mandem over there was just telling me about how good you were during your show," he said, nodding to Marsh and Malcolm on the other side of the train. "Good lot they are you know?"

"Of course I know, they're my friends idiot," you said, smiling as you rolled your eyes.

"Now that's proper rude, only been two minutes and you're taking the piss out of me," he said, voice laced with sarcasm.

"I-I'm sorry- taking the WHAT out of you?!" Now it was your turn to laugh as you covered your mouth and lolled your head back, not able to control the laughter coming from you.

He sucked his teeth and smiled as he mumbled under his breath, "Americans."

"Hey, you're lucky I don't start coming for your dental institutions next," you said as you looked over at him and smiled.

Looking up at the impending stops you had left on the train, you recognized Malcolm's stop was next, so he would be getting off soon. Turning to look at Hobie still sitting, you stood up and asked him to put his guitar down to save your seat. "Are you mad-!?"

"Just for two seconds while I say bye to Malcolm," you said already standing up and walking two steps to where Malcolm was sitting.

When you walked up to him, he was grinning up at you with the fattest smile ever, already standing up from where he was sitting ready to get off the train. "He's cute-"

"Shut up and c'mere," you rolled your eyes as you hugged him close to you. "Today was good man, text me when you get home," you said.

"Of course," he smiled as he pulled away, blowing a kiss to Marsh still sitting down.

"Text me when he asks you out," was the last thing he said to you as he exited the train. Looking towards Marsh and taking the now empty seat next to them, you rolled your eyes as you complained about how unbelievable he was for saying that. What you didn't notice was that Marsh wasn't looking at you as you spoke to them, they were looking directly in front of them.

"You say all this now, but what if I told you he has been staring at you for the past few minutes?"

"What-" You looked away from Marsh to see Hobie looking right at you, guitar by his side still saving your seat. When he noticed you looking back, he smirked at you as he nodded his head.

Marsh gave you a knowing look as they elbowed your side, "What the hell are you still doing here? He's waiting for you!"

You sighed while smiling as you walked over to Hobie. He took his guitar from the seat and shuffled to cross it back around his torso.

"So here I am looking dizzy with a guitar sitting next to me while the peng girl who asked me to do this is chattin' up her mates," he said as his eye followed your body as you sat next to him.

"I don't know if that was meant to be a compliment or if you just insulted me," you joked.

"You didn't give me much of a choice innit. I never got your name," he smiled at you.

Your nose flared, but not in annoyance from him like last time, but in a more bashful sense. You smiled and lolled your head to the side as you chuckled, "Y/N."

"Nice name, it up for sale?"

You giggled as Hobie focused on the way your shirt slightly lifted as you brought your hand to your mouth. "You never really thanked me for the compliment I gave you. Death is a proper band y'know?" He was talking about the graphic tee you wore; a band you've known most of your life called "Death," was plastered across your shirt.

"Oh! You mean the compliment that followed up with you painting me out to be a fool right after? That compliment?" Sarcasm and attitude dripped in your tone and it was driving Hobie mad. He laughed as he stretched his long legs out, turning to look at you.

"I'm serious! I'd pay a tenner to meet someone who has even half the mind to look up black rock artists, and here you are in a t-shirt making my wildest dreams come true," he said looking up with his head turned to the side to look at you.

"Ever since I was young, Death was all I heard growing up. Mom was like this huge super fan and would always play their popular songs," your mind wandered off to your childhood. You thought about music blasting through the walls of your childhood home, while your mother bathed you. Her soft eyes contrasted the music she played loudly, lowly singing the lyrics and looking at you lovingly.

"I'm sorry for your loss mate.. must be tough," said Hobie genuinely.

"Oh god, she's not dead!" Your hands covered your face as you bent down laughing. "She just doesn't play them as often anymore!"

"Geez you were chattin' like she passed," Hobie laughed. He watched you laugh and the way your face creased as you smiled, leaning into him. You had the prettiest shiny tooth gem decorating your left canine, glittering in the soft train light. He paid attention to the way your locs flowed and swayed with you wherever your body we. It was almost hypnotizing as they framed your face perfectly.

"I'm gonna call you Bonnie. Okay, Bonnie?"

You lifted your head out of your hands and looked at him with eyebrows furrowed in confusion, still smiling. "Does Bonnie mean something in the British language?"

"Look it up American," he said rolling his eyes. The deep dimples on his face made you smile in delight. They went well with all the lines and creases in his face; "He must be living a happy life," you thought to yourself.

Hobie looked up to see how many stops he had left, which wasn't many. "I gotta get going soon, Bonnie," he said rubbing his hands together. Standing up and brushing his pants off, he looked up at you and said "Welp, I'm off for tonight."

"W-wait huh? Hol' up a sec-" you said as you got up after him to the train doors. Turning to look at you, he raised an eyebrow as a way of questioning you.

"You should at least get my number or something. Unless you leave all your girls hangin' and bangin'," you said smirking up at him.

He chuckled as he looked down at your stature, "Nuff of my "girls" would have figured out by now that I don't have a phone and knock me off for a wasteman."

"So it appears we've run into a little problem, hmm? How can I see you again if you're what the girls say, a wasteman," you questioned with a small glint of hope in your mischievous eyes, hoping that he would give you something, anything that hinted at where you could see him again.

"A loft in Brooklyn might be a good place to start.. "

It was then that the train came to a stop and the door opened. Just as he was about to step off the train, he looked back at you and said,

"But I wouldn't count on it, see, I'm not really ridin' on consistency."

RAHHHHHHH

shit took entirely too long to write

but very worth it <3

[nightwingvixen23]

Dick : *walking into Wayne manor*

Dick : *hears laughter coming from the living room*

Dick : *finds Jason and Roy laughing it up on the couch*

Dick : *takes into account the two bottles of Tequila on the coffee table and variously colored shot glasses*

Dick : where’s Bruce ? 

Jason : AYE ! LOOK WHO’S BACK ! IT’S SEXY ASS !

Roy : HEEEY ! MR.SEXY ASS !

Dick : *rolling his eyes* that’s Mr.Sexy Ass Officer to you two

Jason : daaaamn girl, kinky

Roy : *holding his wrists out* officer, i’ve been naughty as hell. please. cuff me then ride the shit out of me

Jason : *laughing too hard*

Dick : I’m gonna ask again. where’s Bruce. doesn’t this sort of drunken party usually happen hidden away in the Lounge Room ?

Jason : *head lolling back* yeeeaaah but B is outta Gotham for a few days, an’ Alfred ain’t around, he’s on vacay visitin’ some folks er some shit. soooooo, I mean damn, why not bring the “drunken party” to the livin’ room?

Jason : *takes another shot* 

Jason : *glares at Dick* AND I AIN’T FUCKIN’ DRUNK for yer info ! I’m tipsy. NOT drunk. I can handle my liquor

Dick : mkay. 

Roy : join us, Dickie

Dick : god. i don’t wanna drink with you dumbasses, who knows what i’ll be roped into....but it has been a stressful week, and, i feel the peer pressure

Dick : *taking a seat across from them*

Jason & Roy : *cheering happily*

Jason : *pours Dick a shot* here ya go, Luscious

Dick : *takes the shot*

Roy : *already holding out another for him* here ya go again, Tasty Vixen

Dick : whoa, already again ??? I haven’t even recovered from the first shot ! slow down shit

Jason : lightweight ass

Dick : no. I’m just not an avid drinker like you two

Roy : *nudging the shot impatiently towards Dick*

Dick : *takes the shot*

Jason : *holding up another*

Dick : shit. stop. what are you trying to get me wasted or something ?

Roy : *smirks at Jason*

Jason : *smirks back*

Jason : *sarcastically* noooo baby, I’d never do that to yoooou. especially with Roy here. what ever on EARTH would we dooo ?? a THREEsome ??? ewwww. . . .

Roy : *just as sarcastically* OMG ! groooosssss. . .

Dick : get me lit enough and it just might happen

Jason & Roy : *hopeful little puppies clumsily pouring more shots for Dick*

Dick : NO ! STOP ! I WAS KIDDING !!

Roy : don’t just go messin’ with my soul like that baby

Jason : yeah. shit, doll. got a mother fucker all excited’n shit....damn.

Dick : hm. sounds like a personal problem to me

Jason : *stares offensively for a second before sitting back dramatically and crossing his leg*

Dick : *sensing some bullshit coming along*

Jason : got a question for ya, sweetcheeks

Dick : oh yeah ? and what’s that ?

Jason : why you not lemme smash ??

Dick : . . .

Dick : excuse me. but what ?

Jason : why you won’t lemme hit it an quit it ??? 

Dick : *blinking*

Jason : ejaculate and evacuate, rock your box and then change the locks, shoot my jizz and then out I is-

Dick : yeah yeah I fucking GET it !

Jason : then if ya get it, darlin’ *leans forward* why haven’t ya lemme in ??

Dick : excuse yourself but i’m not just some item on a shelf. you can’t just casually pick me up and then take me home. I get to chose who I sleep with as well, and let me tell you something, I don’t just choose anyone

Jason : oh really ? ‘cause I can name at LEAST 6 son’s’a bitches that don’t even PAAAAAAAASS grade A fuckin’ rank in my books

Jason :  NUMBER 1; SLADE Yes I Kill For Pleasure WILSON !!! NUMBER 2; WALLY Horny Ass Air Head WEST !!! NUMBER 3; BRUCE I’m A Brooding Janus-Faced Crackpot With Unresolved Emotional Instability Who Likes to Put Boys In Green Panties And Then Send Them To Their Deaths WAYNE-!!!

Dick : *blushing* OH. MY. GOD. that’s enough Jason. shut up

Jason : *smug as hell* now tha’s what I thought

Roy : whoawhoawhoa 👐 hold the fuck up. you fuckin’ The Bat ?? for real for realz ?

Dick : that’s none of your business

Jason : sure as fuckin’ HELL was MY god damned business every fuckin’ night I heard that headboard hittin’ the wall in B’s room with ya sobbin’ his name like--

Dick : --okaysoumYEAH !! NEXT conversation PLEASE !

Jason : considering the fact that YOU have suuuuch poor selection in dudes....imma ask again *sexy smirk*....why you not lemme smash ??

Roy : yeah dude; knick knack patty whack let my man bone

Dick :

Dick : . . .

Dick : *pours himself another shot*

Dick : *stands up*

Dick : *grabs both bottles of Tequila*

Dick : mkay, this parties been officially canceled due to apparent derangement 

Dick : *leaves the room*

Jason : . . .

Roy : . . .

Jason & Roy : *exchanging glances*

Jason : *gets up and casually saunters after Dick*

Roy : *gets up and casually saunters after Jason*

*Eventually*

Dick : *upstairs* OH MY GOD GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM YOU WEIRDOS I’M TRYING TO CHANGE !!!!

Jason & Roy : *getting their drunk asses thrown the fuck out of Dick’s room*

Roy : shit, he really knows how to tease a guy

Jason :  tell me ‘bout it 

Roy : ‘an he took our Tequila

Jason : baby boy really knows how ta hurt a brotha too

Jason : *turns to pound on Dick’s closed door* YER BREAKIN’ MAH HEART, BABY !!

Roy : *starts singing Don’t Go Breakin’ My Heart*

Damian : *comes out of his room at the opposite end of the hallway*

Damian : *starts throwing hangers at Jason and Roy*

Jason : DIIIICKIIIIE !! OPEN UP !! WE FORMALLY REQUEST SANCTUARY !!

Roy : YES ! AND WE SWEAR THAT WE WONT TRY AN’ FUCK YOU !

Jason : *looks blankly at Roy*

Jason : . . . .speak for yourself

Damian : *coming at them with a sword and Titus hot on his heels as back up and noble steed* you immmoRAL BASTARDS BETTER KEEP THE FUCK AWAY FROM GRAYSON !!

Jason & Roy : AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH--!!!

Damian : LAY A FINGER ON HIM AND YOU ARE DEAD ! DO YOU HEAR ME ?! D-E-A-D !

*Meanwhile*

Dick : *laying across his bed with his earphones in/sipping Tequila and catching up on Real Housewives*

Dick : Sabrina, you bitch, stop being friends with Kathy, she’s obviously moving in on your hot ass husband; gawd....

[zayashmaya]

Gods and Monsters - 5 - Honeymoon (part 2).

Marvus x Reader; NSFW

More chapters here!

You get down with the clown, and the clown goes down on you.

Marvus spared no time for surprise. His hands instantly found their way around your waist and cradling the back of your head as he tilted his face sideways to deepen the kiss, moaning low from pleasure when your tongue dipped into his mouth. You very nearly had forgotten to breathe during your shameless, sloppy kissing, ignoring the taste of faygo and the metallic tinge of facepaint as you pressed yourself against him, winding your fingers in his thick mane of hair.

”Sir?” the intercom crackled.

Marvus tore away from you for a second to quickly answer, “Nevermind,” and you were drawn to each other once more in a haze of magnetic lust.

Your body was on fire. Where did your life go so right that you ended up in the lap of Alternia’s most handsome clown?

His lips were as soft as you anticipated, skillfully moving against yours with such precision that you knew he had practiced this many times, keeping his fangs hidden away in an effort to not hurt you. But that didn’t stop you from nipping his lower lip, earning a strange sort of rumble from deep within his chest, like an odd clicking noise that almost sounded like a purr.

Was that a good sign? Or did you hurt him? Maybe you shouldn’t have done that. 

Maybe you were being as stupid as Lanque said you were.

Before your anxiety had the chance to fully surface, Marvus hummed against your lips and eased the kiss to a gentle finish. Some of the white paint around his mouth had smudged and stained your cheeks. His hand came up to cradle your face as his thumb stroked the smear away. All you could do was stare back at him and pant, waiting for his verdict as his dilated eyes examined your messy state.

“What’s it gonna b, pretty lil mama?” he rasped.

This was it — one final confirmation before you got down with the clown. But you needed to be sure.

“I’m afraid of disappointing you,” you admitted, flushing at the admission. You could trust him with your emotions. You knew that much, at least.

His eyes widened, and the hand at your cheek glided down to rest on your shoulder. “Where is dis comin from?”

“W — well, there’s just so much I don’t know about your, like, anatomy, and stuff … I’ve only been with a troll once and it didn’t exactly go too well — “ Marvus quirked a brow and frowned slightly, but you pressed on. “ — so I don’t want you to think less of me if I do something wrong, or … I dunno.”

Rambling again. Go, you.

You promptly shut up and looked down at his ridiculous, loose bowtie, unable to meet his eyes. The soothing feeling of his other arm holding you securely reassured you that perhaps you didn’t fuck things up entirely by now.

“Babe, i dunno if u know dis, but a brotha ain’t ever been w a human either.”

Leave it to Marvus to crack a joke in the middle of a serious discussion. Your mouth pressed into a thin line, in sharp contrast with the smile tugging at the corner of your lips. You lowered your head a little more and murmured, “That’s not a limiting factor for you trolls, apparently. Me, on the other hand … let’s just say my performance wasn’t rated that well.”

Your name rumbled forth, said so meaningfully and with a tone that coaxed you to finally look at him again. “I wouldn’t do that to you,” Marvus said, and your breath caught in your throat when you realized he had dropped his speech quirk for you. For you, to show you how serious he was.

You felt your walls breaking down, replaced with a dizzying excitement that set your nerves ablaze with desire for him. “I believe you,” you quietly replied, and after a moment of hesitation, you took the hand on your shoulder and pressed it to your breast, holding it there while Marvus gave an experimental squeeze. With an air of resolution, you steeled your willpower and said, “I want to pail with you, Marvus.”

His smile could not grow any wider. “We gonna go slow, baby,” he cooed, bringing his other hand to your neglected breast to tease out breathy moans from you. You arched into his touch and felt your eyes flutter shut. “Damn, u lucky dis da first time, or else i’d be takin u against the floor by now.”

Fuck, you liked the sound of that. Dirty images floated through your mind as you brought him down for a kiss, letting the tip of his tongue trace your lower lip while his hands skirted down your chest, smoothing their way down your sides, and curling up around the short hem of your dress with clear intent. You shifted in his lap to make your dress ride up your thighs, and after a teasing, gyrating grind from his hips against yours, you broke away from his lips to let him slide the dress off of you.

Thank goodness Tagora had convinced you to get rid of your tattered undergarments for the event. You had whined to him that nobody would even see you in a state of undress — they are so damn comfortable and you know I don’t have many clothes to begin with — which ended with him going on an endless tirade about not letting his friends look like hobos.

You’re going to look presentable because my good name is bound to you now, he had harped while ushering you into a boutique. And don’t worry, I fully expect you to compensate me for this expenditure at a later date.

So here you were, sporting a modest yet enticing set of matching undergarments. The fact that they had teal stitching had gone unnoticed in favor of Marvus caressing every inch of your skin,  skirting your sides and eliciting a squirm and stifled giggle from you. Gods, you were not about to repeat that scene. It couldn’t be a coincidence that two trolls had went for your sides like that. Damn you for your weaknesses.

But Marvus merely snickered and repeated his action, maneuvering his way through your wriggling and high-pitched yelps as you tried to swat his hands away. “U iz sensitive as fxxk,” he quipped.

“I can’t help it, cut it out!” you squealed with a laugh, struggling to pry his fingers off of you.

Marvus finally relented, opting to blindside you by pulling you against his chest and immediately burrowing his face into the crook of your shoulder, nipping teasing bites along your skin before transitioning to a wet, open-mouthed kiss near your jawline. You sighed and melted at how good it felt, squirming helplessly at the combined sensation of his scraping teeth and cold, soft tongue.

His hands snuck their way behind you to open the clasp of your bra with one brisk motion. Some distant part of your mind had enough sense to let the offending fabric slide off your arms to disappear somewhere. You were all the more happy for it, pressing your exposed breasts to his chest and reveling in how cold he felt against your nipples. He was still dressed, much to your frustration, but you were content to let Marvus explore your body for now.

You felt a snap along your thigh, followed by the brush of ruined fabric cascading down your sensitized skin as he hauled you up to sit on your knees, disconnecting from your neck with a wet pop. Your ruined undies remained looped around one leg, and with his widening stance forcing you to spread yourself for his curious gaze, you could do little more than blush and look away.  

The scenery outside had changed dramatically while you were preoccupied — the structural architecture of the highblood metropolis had been replaced with Alternian wilderness. You briefly wondered what to expect from Marvus’s hive, and then you remembered that you were still very much naked and currently at his mercy.

“Fxxkin beautiful,” he said at last, trailing his fingers down your breasts to tweak your nipples. “I ain’t never seen someone blush dis much, dat wicked redness b errywhere.” 

“Is that a bad thing … ?” you asked, fighting the urge to wrap your arms around you.

“No, babe,” he said softly. "That noise ain’t it at all.” His eyes wandered to your neck, and whatever he had seen made the corner of his lips turn upward. He reached out to graze it with the back of his knuckles, and the heightened sensation reminded you that he had probably marked you there with his kiss. “Bruise easy, too, don’t ya?”

“Something tells me that that’s enticing to you.”

“Wat can i say, i’m a humble rhyme juggler w simple taste.”

You chuckled dryly. “My body doesn’t freak you out, then?”

“Hellz no,” he instantly replied, gripping your hips and lightly running his thumbs dangerously close to your pussy. “Looks pretty familiar to me. Except dis — “ He poked your naval, and you doubled over with a yelp.

“It — it’s just something all humans have,” you explained quickly, fighting back your giggles. “But it’s not relevant to our situation right now, which is quickly becoming derailed by anatomy lessons.”

“Fxxk u rite babe, we gots to b rectifying dat posthaste.”

Before you could make sense of what was happening, Marvus swooped you up as he stood, only to put you down in his seat while he kneeled in front of you, spreading your legs and placing them on his shoulders. You were both mortified and aroused beyond belief as Marvus finally got a proper eyeful of your privates.

“What are you thinking?” you hesitantly asked.

Marvus ran his hands along the inside of your thighs and looked at you. Gods, you knew that expression well. It was the same look he had given you during your first meeting, when he pretended to stab you in front of a frenzied audience.

“I want u to touch yoself while i watch,” he smoothly replied with an air of finality, and you were absolutely scandalized, absolutely excited to follow his dirty command.

You slowly snaked your hand down your body, noting how his gaze followed your every move as you brought it closer and closer to your aching pussy.

And then, you had an idea. A risky, bold idea.

Your hand veered off course to hover in front of his mouth, and you stuck out two fingers for him. “Make them wet for me?” you shyly requested.

He obliged you with a cheeky smile, making a show of slowly running his tongue around your digits. You bit your lower lip and stifled a moan at the sensation, hoping he had far more interesting plans for that mouth rather than simply watch you get yourself off. But you had your orders, and as soon as he finished coating your fingers, you instantly got to work.

You nearly gasped when your slick fingers made contact with your clit; you didn’t even realize how turned on you were. Maybe it was simply the fact that Marvus’s spit was on you as you rubbed yourself in slow, teasing circles, or perhaps it was the way he stared so intently, like he was memorizing every motion, every hitched breath you took. You had never felt more exposed to someone before, and the fact that you were laying spread-eagle in a rich man’s limousine while he sat there looking like a starving dog had you nearly coming right then and there.

But Marvus was your audience, and you were going to put on a show for him. Your fingers moved quicker, more purposeful as you shivered from the slickness leaking down your inner thighs. Marvus spread one of your legs further out and began a trail of kisses toward where you needed him most, each kiss shooting sparks of pleasure to your pussy. Your hips rolled towards him in invitation, yet Marvus simply continued his torturous path on the other side.

Fine. If he didn’t want to oblige you, then you certainly would! With a low, petulant growl, you slipped past your aching folds and dove two fingers straight into your core, letting out an unrestrained moan at the delicious feeling of finally being stretched.

Marvus paused his ministrations and leaned his head against your thigh as he gave you his undivided attention. “O shit u do got a hole! Dat’s gunna b useful,” he snarked, and you accidentally nudged him none too gently while readjusting your position to give him a better view.

You felt your orgasm fast approaching, overstimulated as you were by now. “I need you, Marvus,” you breathed, pumping your fingers and hooking them at just the right angle to make you squirm. “I want you inside me, please, I can’t keep this up — “

You gasped as he suddenly held your legs apart and leaned over your form, his face inches away from yours. “If u want my bulge so bad, then u better finish,” he said, and before you could respond, his mouth was pressed to your bruised lips.

Your fingers moved inside you as your thumb rubbed your clit, and with Marvus leaning over you like this, it gave you the illusion that he was the one fucking you senseless. You were a moaning mess by the time he abandoned your lips in favor of sucking a nipple into his eager mouth, and that had been the last straw — you were coming with a drawn out cry, bucking your hips against your touch as Marvus looked down your chest to see your soaked fingers lazily stroking your folds to draw out your post-coital bliss.

“Fxxxxxk yesss,” he hissed. “Gaddam, lil mama, look at all dat genetic material soakin my seat.” You were too weak to correct him on the intricacies of human fluids. Thankfully, you didn’t need to muster up a retort. Marvus looked up at you with a wicked expression, and you knew he had something on his mind. "My turn now.”

You blinked at him, lost in a mental haze before his words registered. ”Please,” you whined, moving your hand out of the way and letting him return your legs to sit on his shoulders.

Marvus was kneeling again in a flash, his face so close to your pussy and yet so far. He had yet to begin his nefarious plan, opting to simply look at your privates for a moment longer. As frustrated as you were by the pause, you were equal parts titillated. What did he have in store for you? Would he start off with his fingers, or would he use his tongue? Maybe both?

Your prayers were answered when you felt the tip of his cold, wet tongue press lightly against your clit, swiping up and down in careful strokes. He looked at you as though in question, and you dug your heels into his shoulder blades to urge him on. With one final smirk, Marvus buried his face between your legs and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your folds.

Oh, that tongue was absolutely sinful, sliding around every inch of you before returning to your clit for a brief moment, circling around it just the way you had shown him. Yet just when you started to feel the telltale burn of a second orgasm, Marvus quickly removed his tongue and blew a puff of air against your heated flesh.

“You’re such a tease,” you whined, struggling to writhe against his hold on your hips.

His chuckle reverberated through your core as he dipped his tongue into your wet hole. “I like hearing ur lil moans,” he murmured and pressed a kiss to your clit. “C’mon babe, lemme hear sum more.”

And with that, his mouth latched onto your clit and sucked, sending your nerves on fire as he licked you with unyielding purpose now.

The sudden change nearly made you dizzy with lust. You dug your fingers into the armrests to keep from pulling on his hair as the tip of his downward horn grazed your inner thigh. The ambient music was drowned out by the sound of your shameless moans, and a distant part of you wondered if the driver could hear you, but when you felt Marvus dip a finger into your pussy, you lost all ability to think from that point onward.

“Oh gods, Marvus, give me more,” you groaned, bucking your hips as his finger slid inside you with ease. His lips and tongue were relentless in their attention to your clit, sucking and licking and kissing you while a second finger slipped in, and they were so much bigger than your own, so long and wide and just what you needed, just what you wanted —

Between bouts of helpless moans and breathy sighs, you told him, “Curl your fingers up, like — oh fuck yes like that!”

It was embarrassing, really, how just a few more well-placed thrusts and the swipe of his tongue sent you crashing into sheer ecstasy. You slumped back against the seat, panting for breath as your thighs trembled. Marvus eased you into a comfortable end as he slowed his thrusting and kissed your thigh.

“Fxxk … “ he muttered, dragging his bangs out of his face. “Lookit u all outta breath. Not even my shows get u dis werked up … “

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond. Your lips curled up into a tired smile as you looked at the horrid mess of his facepaint, nearly gone from most of his lower face and transferred to your inner thighs.

Marvus gently slipped his fingers out of you, examining the sticky wetness coating them before glancing back at you with a devilish smile. “Now look at wat u did,” he said with mock chastisement, bringing his fingers closer to your face. “Made a gaddamn mess all over me.” You felt him tap lightly against your lips, spreading the slickness along your bottom lip. “Guess u gotta clean em up for me, babe ;o) “

Without question, you let his fingers slip into your mouth, maintaining eye contact with him as you swiped your tongue along his digits and added a bit of suction for good measure. Marvus silently watched, pushing his fingers further and further into your mouth until you were nearly choking on them, but you were not about to make a fool of yourself. You relaxed your throat as best you could until he was all the way in to the last knuckle, and judging by the widened eyes and purple blush rising up beneath his ruined facepaint, you knew Marvus was impressed.

“Goood girl,” he cooed as he slowly slid his fingers out. You felt warm from the praise. “Didn’t expect u to b so hot all up inside u … got me thinkin sum sick thots … “

“I’d be happy to indulge your ideas,” you smoothly replied, because despite coming twice already, you were still greedy for more. In a sudden burst of inspiration, you sneaked your foot between his crouched legs to rub against his clothed groin. You were disappointed to discover the lack of bulge straining towards your touch, until you remembered that it was probably still sheathed away.

Marvus caught hold of your ankle and, much to your surprise, slowly rolled his hips against your foot with more pressure than you had awarded him with. “I wanna fxxkin pail u so hard u ain’t gunna walk strait for perigees,” he growled. “And u’ll take all of it, won’t u?”

“Gods, yes,” you whimpered, reaching out to grab his bowtie and bringing him up to tower over you. He followed your lead obediently, staring down at you with hooded eyes. “Give it to me, Marvus.”

He hummed at your boldness. “Don’t u worry, u gonna get it soon, lil mama. But we gots to b gettin on outta here.”

His words were like a bucket of water pouring over you. “What?” you asked, sitting up straighter as Marvus leaned away from you to gather your belongings.

“We’re here, babe,” he said with a chuckle, handing you your clothing.

You furrowed your brows and looked outside. Indeed, the limo had apparently come to a stop. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice.”

“I b believin, cuz if u did notice, then that means i wazn’t doing a good job earlier,” Marvus cheekily replied and winked.

You shook your head and refused to give him the satisfaction of laughing at his corniness, electing to quickly put on the dress and remove any errant white and gray paint streaks still on you. The bra and undies were useless to you; why bother with them when you’ll be naked all over again soon? You bundled them up in your hand to make them look like an indiscernible ball of cloth.

Marvus had apparently been waiting for you to finish, not wanting to expose you to his driver while you redressed. As soon as you finished you looked up at him with a smile, and there was just something about his dopy grin reflected back at you, all genuine and full of warmth and woefully absent of his beloved facepaint, that made you reach for him without thinking.

You stopped halfway, your hand hovering in the air between you. What the hell am I thinking? He’s not my lover.

Your face must have said it all. Marvus crossed the distance, grasping your hand and pressing it to his chest as he kissed you. You blushed at his brazen move and blinked up at him when he pulled back.

“Whoever da mfer that said u ain’t a good bucket buddy clearly got their head stuck up their gaddang shizhole.”

You giggled as he helped you up, passing by him while he grabbed the painting — you had almost forgotten about it — and gingerly opened the door.

The driver was waiting for you with an entirely neutral expression, holding the door and offering you a hand as you clumsily balanced yourself on weakened legs. You offered him a thankful smile and quickly moved away, hoping he hadn’t taken notice of your ruined state. Although being the personal driver of Marvus surely must have exposed him to all sorts of sights.

Once you smoothed out your dress and gathered your bearings, you finally took note of your surroundings. The limo had pulled up into a driveway lit up by an endless row of neon lights built into the ground. Before you loomed Marvus’s hive, an enormous, extravagant estate that looked like a cross between a beautiful villa and a circus tent, with towering spires crowning different segments of the hive.

The sheer size of it all reminded you of your current place in life — a wandering alien with few possessions and a dilapidated hideout. And yet, you didn’t begrudge Marvus. His success was hard-earned, and your heart swelled with pride at all he had accomplished.

So lost were you in thought that you didn’t notice him walking up behind you. His arm came around you and pulled you to his side, and you looked up at his smiling face. “U gravy, babe?”

“Yeah, just admiring your hive. It’s so … you.”

“Heh, u no it.” He stuck out his tongue. “Reddy to be pailed senseless?”

You nudged his side as you walked. “What happened to the eloquent Marvus I once knew? He seems to have been replaced with an uncouth heathen.”

“Whoaaa that’s a lotta big words coming from u.”

“And there’s gonna be something big coming in me soon.”

“Hehehe :o) “

Right before entering the hive, you picked up on a faint shushing sound, like the susurrus of water dancing along the shore. “Are we near a beach, by any chance?”

Marvus held the door open for you and ushered you inside. “Yep, we rite on one. I’ll show u later, got a nice view from the backyard.”

“That sounds lovely,” you absentmindedly remarked, your attention now drawn to the extravagant interior of the foyer.

It was equal parts stunning and ridiculous, like someone had bought out an Italian villa and violated it with spraypaint and garish portraits of carnival-related themes. Knowing Marvus, this was all probably a big ‘fuck you’ to the Alternian expectations of luxury and a reverent display of loyalty to his clown religion.

Really, you could go on and on about the intricacies of this beautiful hive all day. But you were here to get laid, and it was time to find a surface to get fucked on.  

“Let’s find a couch to ruin for the night,” you suggested, looking up at him with a determined expression.

Marvus let loose a loud laugh. “Strait to the point, i fxxks wit dat,” he said, and promptly led you up a wide flight of stairs that diverged into a split hallway at the top. There was a single door at the end of one corridor, and when you stepped inside, you instantly determined this was his bedroom.

There was a gigantic recuperacoon hanging from the ceiling, its opening slightly facing a balcony that showed the dark silhouette of the beach Marvus had mentioned. In the middle of one wall was a giant mantle with a huge flatscreen television, and you were happy to note the couch right across from it. There was a luxurious rug spread out on the floor as well. You were looking forward to desecrating it.

Marvus stepped away for a moment to set the painting down on a tabletop beside the mantle.

“I’m really impressed by your taste,” you started, because there was nothing quite like a bout of awkward, long-winded nonsense spewing forth from your reptilian brain. “The graffiti is a nice touch, by the way, it doesn’t clash with the rich aesthetic you’ve got going on at all.” Marvus was making his way back to you now. “I even noticed how much art you have, I didn’t peg you for a collector — oh!"

You were hoisted up into the air and pressed against Marvus’s chest. You yelped and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, letting your bra and undies fall to the floor. He looked at you amusingly. “U done?”

“Yes.”

“Kiss me.”

And you did.

Your arousal sprung back with a vengeance as soon as his lips were on you, moaning from the way his tongue tangled with yours and how tightly he held you to him while he carried you to the couch. And when he lowered you down, you reveled in the feeling of his solid chest pressing into you.

You swiftly removed your dress, eager to feel his body against you. Marvus followed suit, shucking off his jacket and tattered shirt in seconds, his thick mane of hair billowing around his shoulders from the motion. You pressed kisses to his chest in the meantime, working your way up past the grub scars as you lightly caressed the purple protrusions. Marvus pushed himself against you once more, and you wrapped your legs around his waist to grind against his crotch. You continued to kiss and suck anywhere your mouth latched on to, until your lips felt the brush of cloth.

The bowtie.

Oh, it looked absolutely ridiculous. You stuck your hands into his fluffy hair and searched for whatever held the bowtie together, intent on tearing it off.

Marvus paused and threw you a wry look. “Really, babe?”

“I can’t take you seriously with that thing on!”

He rolled his eyes and reached back, removing the accursed bowtie and throwing it aside. You awarded him with a grateful peck to the cheek. “The compromises i make for u,” he groused, yet you could have sworn you spotted a tinge of purple peeking through the facepaint.

“The pants have to come off, too,” you petulantly said.

“As u command, my righteous hunnie.” You scooted to the end of the couch and watched him get rid of his last bit of clothing, and you were suddenly very aware of how naked this insanely attractive man was. He looked at you with blatant desire in his gleaming eyes, holding out a hand in offering as he reclined against the back of the couch. “C’mere, i wanna feel how hot u are.”

You bit your lip and took his hand, letting him guide you into his lap once more. Something told you that you’d be in this position a lot from this point on.

Marvus wrapped his arms around you and pulled your body against his. You nuzzled your face into him, feeling your warmth seep into his unnaturally chilled skin. A deep rumble vibrated throughout his chest, and you instantly recalled that odd clicking from before.

“What is that sound?” you asked, looking up at him. “Is it something … good?”

“Wat, u ain’t never hear a troll purr before?” You shook your head. “It’s a very good thang, lil mama. I like how soft and warm u iz.”

You were feeling quite silly now. “I never imagined such a bloodthirsty species would do something this cute!”

He snorted. “I’m honored to b teachin u new shiz tonite.”

“Mhm.” Your eyes wandered down his chest. “I’m not done learning yet.”

Marvus tilted his head in question, and with a coy grin, you slid off his lap to nestle between his thighs. He spread his legs and stroked your cheek with the back of his knuckles, watching you run your fingers gently along the slits flushed a light shade of lilac at his crotch. Your fingertips came away with a wet coating, and you licked it inquisitively. It tasted rather nice, like a muted minty flavor.

Marvus must have took pity on you — or perhaps he was eager to speed things up — because his bulge retracted slowly from the upper slit, and you …

You were not prepared for how huge it would be.

It undulated like a tentacle, pulsing a bold purple and felt ridiculously cold as you tentatively wrapped your hand around the base. You could hardly close your fist around it, yet that did not stop you from stroking upward, feeling all of the bumps and ridges along the underside as you glided through its slickness. Marvus bucked against your touch and moaned low, staring down at you with dilated pupils.

“Keep going, baby,” he whispered, and you threw him a heated look before turning your attention elsewhere, keeping a firm hold on his bulge as you leaned in to run the broad, flat width of your tongue along the slit of his nook. “Oh, fxxk yeah, unf that tongue is like fire.”

You alternated between tender licks and open-mouthed kisses, absentmindedly moving your other hand up and down his squirming bulge. Marvus sweet-talked you all the while, muttering filthy words that had you wet and wanting for him all over again. You momentarily sought relief with your other hand, circling your clit and shoving two fingers inside you in time with your tongue dipping into his nook. His words trailed off into a breathy moan, growing steadily louder as you rubbed your tongue along the inner walls of his nook.

You removed your fingers from your pussy and licked one final, tortuous path up his slit, slowly entering his nook with your wet fingers as your tongue trailed along his bulge before wrapping your lips around the base and leaving sucking kisses wherever your mouth reached. Marvus threaded his fingers through the hair at the nape of your neck, simply content to hold you while you freely sucked the tip of his bulge and added a third finger into his soaking nook.

“You’re a goddamn natural,” he rasped between panting breaths, his face flushed with a lovely shade of purple. “Suck on it just like that, u lookin so motherfxxkin fine on yo knees, baby.” You sucked his bulge deeper into your mouth, running your tongue along the underside as you struggled to get its thick length through your throat. Whatever you couldn’t reach was caressed by your other hand, gliding easily through its natural lubricant. ”Fxxxxxxkkkkk, oh f — fuck, that’s my good girl — “

His choked moan was all the warning you had before you felt his nook pulse against your fingers, followed by a gush of wetness coating your entire forearm. You slowly eased away from his bulge to inspect the mess, pumping him with teasing strokes. The genetic material was slippery and sticky, and when you licked it off the palm of your hand, it electrified your senses.

For once, the tables had turned — Marvus impatiently hauled you on top of him and smashed his lips against yours, licking away the taste of his essence from your tongue. You bit his lower lip none too gently, eliciting a growl and a smack to your behind. You gasped and arched your back, silently wishing he had aimed a little lower.

You tried to keep your sullied arm away from him, but Marvus grabbed hold of it and planted your hand right against the beating pulse of his blood pusher, sucking bruising kisses along your neck and collarbone. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t speak, nearly overcome with desire as you felt the tip of his bulge slide through your folds.

”Marvus,” you whispered, trailing your wet hand upward to wrap loosely around his neck. “I need you inside me now.”

“Baby,” he cooed, gripping your hips to keep them still — “This bulge is yours to ride.” — and brought you down onto his thick length, throwing his head back as he cursed at your tight heat.

You let out a wordless cry and swore you were seeing stars.

Gods, he felt so fucking cold, and so endlessly huge. You were stretched to an impossible degree, feeling every ridge and bump rubbing up inside you.

Marvus dug his fingers into your back as he struggled to remain still. His bulge writhed within you, hitting spots so deep within you that you couldn’t help the broken moan wrenched from your throat.

“I ain’t never, n-e-v-e-r felt nethin this crazy,” he said in awe, staring up at the ceiling as though in deference to the messiahs themselves.

You glanced down between your legs and felt a chill run down your spine — he was only half-way in. You couldn’t possibly take more of him!

Yet before you could voice your concerns, his bulge appeared to twist and shift within you, like it was — like it was curling around itself — and you were sinking deeper and deeper, until you finally sat flush against his upper thighs —

You had no idea this was possible; Lanque never did anything like this when he had fucked you!

“Are you okay?” you shakily asked, smoothing your hands down his chest. “Does it hurt to do that? We — we can try a different way if — “

Marvus shushed you with a tender kiss to your forehead. “S’alrite, baby,” he rumbled. “I’ve done it before. What abt u?”

His hands ran up and down your sides as you shifted around his bulge, grinding against him gently until the twinge of pain became lost to pleasure. “I’m — I’m good,” you breathed, blushing at his pointed stare.

“Oh yeah?” Marvus grinned and rolled his hips, humming at your broken cry as he cupped the side of your face with one hand and kept a firm hold on your bottom with the other. “Talk to me lil mama, tell me what else u feelin.”

“I feel so full,” you whimpered, struggling to keep eye contact when he began slowly thrusting up into you. “I — I need more, I need you — “

Marvus tisked, circling and grinding his hips as his bulge writhed in undulating motions within you. “Ur fxxin greedy, u know that? Already got all of me up in u and ur lil nook is still tryin to take my bulge even deeper.”

You whined and met his thrusts with desperate desire, feeling the static sensations of pleasure coursing through your sensitized skin. This was nothing like your first time — you were stretched beyond your limits and you were an absolute wreck, but you were thriving under Marvus’s intense stare, licking your lip as you looked at him through hooded eyes and moaned his name like a prayer.

“Touch me,” you said, hoping he would catch your meaning, because your mind was too far gone to form coherent sentences. “Play with me, Marvus, come on baby, oh fuck yes!”

His thumb moved in tight circles on your clit as he angled your face up to dip his tongue into your mouth. You opened up for him with fervor, letting him steal your moans of bliss. The underside of his bulge twisted and writhed right against the one spot you taught him would end you, and within seconds you were crying out so loudly you might have gone hoarse —

Marvus pulled away from the kiss and kept your face close to his, his heavy breathing fanning across your heated skin. “That’s it,” he growled. “Lemme see ur pretty face when u come, lil mama.”

“Oh, Gods, Marvus!” His hand tightened in your hair. “M — Marvus, I — I’m so close, please don’t stop, please don’t stop — “

It was too much. It was all too damn much, and you were sent spiraling into the best orgasm of your entire life, pulsing around him as your nails dug into his flesh. His hand grabbed hold of your jaw and shoved his thumb into your open mouth, running it along your tongue until you bit down and sucked, rolling your hips to drag out the last remnants of pleasure as you slowly came down from your high.

Marvus held you so tightly that you were sure to get bruises later. He was lost to his own chase now, meeting your languid thrusts with powerful strokes. You reached up to run your fingers along the base of a horn, and suddenly his hand was gone from your face, gripping your waist to carefully slide out of you with as much grace as he could muster when he was so close to coming.

“Wh — wha — “ you stuttered, and just as you looked down, Marvus spilled himself all over his abdomen, groaning out obscenities and grinding his hips up into the air in search of more stimulation.

There was so much of it, pooling in the dips and curves of his torso like a purple river. Marvus fell back against the couch with a sigh and closed his eyes, his mouth turned up in a relaxed smile. You sat back on his thighs and ran your fingers through the hair at his temple, feeling your heart race when he leaned into your touch.

“U gunna b known as bucket babe in my contacts from now on,” he lazily droned, peeking at you through one eye.

You grinned. “Does that mean I did a good job?”

Marvus pulled you toward him and caught your lips in a soft kiss, neither of you having the strength for anything more. “I shud b askin u dat.”

You looked at him in shock, a blush blooming on your cheeks. Even now, he was showing his concern for you. You shyly nodded and elected to avoid answering in full, lest you start rambling again. Time for a diversion. “Marv, can I ask you something? It’s kind of … unconventional, but I think you can handle it.” He quirked a brow. “I once tried asking my friend but he washed my mouth with soap and kicked me out of his hive."

“Dayum, either he’s a high-strung prude or dis gonna b gud.”

“Okay, here goes. Since troll horns are kinda sensitive, do you guys ever put them up nooks?"

Marvus stared at you for a moment before launching into boisterous laughter. It was so deep and sonorous, and you couldn’t help smiling at him. You should make him laugh more often.

“I fuxxin knew u were a freak babe,” he said as his chuckling died down.

“It’s just an innocent hypothetical question!"

“Yea, innocent my effin rumpus. I bet u a million u’d wanna try that sick shit out.”

“ … well … “

“Omfg u wildin." You both descended into a fit of giggles. Marvus lightly patted your behind, running a hand through the wetness still all over him and brought it up to your view. “We gots to b gettin cleaned up, lil mama.”

You nodded and slid out of his lap, feeling a wave of slight discomfort starting to settle in between your legs. You were going to be sore for a few days after this, but you were too blissed out to care.

The bathroom appeared to be down a doorway beside the mantle. You trailed after him, eager to wash off and let the hot water soothe your muscle aches.

And then you spotted the painting, your terrified expression staring back at you.

Look at how far you’ve come.

As though reading your mind, Marvus paused beside the painting, looked at the genetic material sticking to his fingers, and swiped it onto the featureless nether regions of your cowering figure. He didn’t even look back at you after such a scandalous gesture, going on about his business as though that had been a perfectly reasonable thing to do.

You glanced at the ruined painting, and decided that, perhaps … it wasn’t ruined now, but rather, very fitting.

[d-noona]

AERO

SUMMARY: In a future of political, economic and moral collapse, a genetically enhanced superhuman prototype named Y/N escapes from military confines and dwells amidst the decadent underground street life of *Seoul* to avoid government agents who want to bring her back into the fold.

WORDS: 1377

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

M.List | CH. 04

CHAPTER 03 - WELCOME TO BIG HIT X-PRESS

As y/n pumps her bike through the streets of Seoul bustling with activity. A normal day in the city two decades from now. Things have changed by the year 2020, but in subtle ways. The skyline is the same, not transformed by gleaming megastructures. There are no Jetson flying vehicles glittering among the high-rises. It is a city frozen in time, stopped dead in the tracks of progress. But it is far from a deserted place, on the contrary, the streets are more alive than ever.

Y/n bunny hops a curb, side skids around a tight corner and barrels down a split lane between bunches of sluggishly moving cars, mostly older models from around the turn of the century, the last time people could afford to buy anything. Y/n breaks to a stop at a sand-bagged checkpoint. She flashes the plastic ID clipped to her vest to a young soldier, along with a too-big smile "Big Hit Messenger" she says. He smiles back and waves her through, checking her out as she goes "Have a good one" says the soldier as she drives away.

Y/n goes back to their head office Big Hit X-press. As she enters the facility, an overhead fluorescent flickers. She enters the nerve center of Big Hit X-press, Seoul's oldest messenger service, founded sometime in the early years of the 21st century. The crew of messengers, mostly in their 20's of various personalities, includes Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin et al. They munch on junk food, drink sodas and half-watch an ancient TV hung from the ceiling while they wait for assignments. As Seokjin full-dressed, rises up to plead his case to a very pissed bossed Bang Si Hyuk. Jin known by many approaches Bang and says "Nobody was there to sign for it man. What's a brotha s'posed to do? Ride around all day with the package?" Jimin nods in approval laughing his ass off and responded "I'd probably do the same boss, give my boy a break."

Bang clearly pissed as day, turning all red and huffs responded "So you just decided to return it to the sender. Or, in this case, the sender's wife?" Namjoon being the air of wisdom among the crew came to his older hyung's aid. "Like the prophets say...Only the unrighteous husband sends expensive gift-wrapped panties to another woman."

Bang heads behind the shipping counter which is cluttered with packing slips, mailing tubes, etc. The exhausted boss, tired of it all responded whilst banging his fist on the table "Which is none of your business...or mine." Seokjin high fives his younger donsaengs, smirks and says "It only concerns God. But in this case, I was the instrument of the Most High."

The unfazed boss responded "Well around here, I'm the Most High. From now on, before you do anything, call in for instructions. With all the racket y/n smirked at the boys and gave Seokjin, Jimin and Namjoon a high five. Y/n enters the lounge ignoring the sign which clearly reads: YOUR BIKE IS TO RIDE, DO NOT BRING INSIDE. Bang's reaction as to seeing y/n suggests this is a habit of her and he has already given up trying to break her off. He shoves a package at Seokjin, Jimin and Namjoon to get rid of the rowdy boys. "This is a hot run, beat it" then he turns to y/n with a disdain look on his face "You're late again Missy."

Y/n turns around to see Bang up her grill, she looks at her handsome boss, too bad she thought. Bang was definitely a looker, if it weren't for that loud mouth and uptight personality "I was on call" y/n responded in her most monotonous voice. Bang turned red in anger "I want you on call here!" dog-tired of his employees attitudes. Her boss sends her off with a last hot run for the day. Y/n took the package since it was set to go to one of those high-rise buildings of the rich and famous. Before heading off she stopped by one of her home girls Julia. Dressed in leather, stiletto nails, ghetto fabulous, slams her locker shut, pissed off. Y/n regards her a beat with the most catlike grin knowing that something was up "Good morning, Sunshine" as she laughs.

"Caught some son-of-a-bitch stealing my bike. Used a car jack to blow out my U-lock and bent a bunch of spikes. So now I gotta get my wheels fixed." Whilst trying to fix the ridges of her bike. Y/n took the wheels off Julia's hands and fixed the ridges for her "Well, look on the bright side, at least he didn't swing with your ride."

"No, but I broke a nail giving him a cranium crack, and that just sort of wrecks your day, know what I'm saying?" She looks over as Seokjin, as a girl approaches him, she hands Seokjin a box of chocolates and cookies, looking all flustered and red. Seokjin gives the girl a quick peck on the cheek, says thank you and quickly walks off then approaches Jimin and Namjoon with a box of goodies given by one of his admirers. "Now why can't they find a bf like that? Brings you cookies, buys you lunch every day, legs from here to there."

Y/n laughs at her friend. Julia pouts and tilts her head, the boys approaches them both. Y/n and Julia exchange a knowing look then giggles. "Whats going on ladies?" says Jimin who was flirtatiously flipping his hair showing his beautiful forehead and his most dashing smile. As the normal chatter began amongst friends you all turned to the old TV hanging on the wall. The regular programming turns to snow, replaced after a moment by the pixilated image of the pirate cyber journalist known to the masses as the Informant Net. As someone cranks up the volume, Pan around the faces in the room who listen in rapt attention.

"Do not attempt to adjust your set. This is a video of Free Korea Bulletin. The cable hack will last exactly sixty seconds. It cannot be traced. It cannot be stopped, and it is the only free voice left in this city..."

Jimin turns at y/n with a confused look on his face that makes him look like a lost child "Is this guy even for real?" as the TV still continues with its cyber hack. "Who knows" Y/N shrugged being obvious that she was not paying attention to the cyber hack. Seokjin jumps in "He ever been wrong about anything?" Y/n looks at the TV screen once more with disdain on her face not trusting anything she sees "If you ask me, he's on the same hustle as everyone else."

Namjoon engrossed with the cyber hack shushes y/n. "Doesn't mean he's not telling the truth" Seokjin adds in, obviously believing the Informant Net. Jimin nodding the same, agreeing with both Seokjin and Namjoon. Namjoon being all hot and bothered responded "Just hope God's looking out for his ass, cause he's messing with the brimstone, brotha."

Y/n nodded in response to Namjoon's words of wisdom. He is right she thought. Whoever this guy is and whatever his deal is. He best better be careful. As Y/n was about to bid goodbye to Julia she almost choked holding out a laugh, she nudges her friend and gave her an eye to signal her to stop staring and drooling at Seokjin. She turned crimson red with this and smiled. But being the unpredictable y/n couldn't help but tease Julia.

"Alright, this fixation you have with Seokjin is tiring the shit out of me. I got you covered with your wheels. So we good? I've gotta run before Bang screams bloody murder on me again." y/n pushes her bike out of Big Hit X-press, as Julia sighs and shouts "See you later at the Crash biatch". Y/n turns her head and nods quickly driving off laughing as she sees Julia flipping her with her middle finger.

[thebest-medicine]

Why Are You Looking At Me Like That?

A/N: for the fic title ask meme, anonymous asked: “uhm something like "why are you looking at me like that" for deanbenny if u can plz!! thanku!!”

Summary: Dean/Benny, Dean notices Benny staring at him and tries to get to the bottom of it. Benny just wants to see how ticklish Dean is, much to his dismay.

Words: 724

Dean knew the feeling of eyes on him well. His whole life he had been training to have perfect awareness of what potential threats or victims were in his proximity. A shiver ran up his spine as he brought another bite of burger up to his lips.

“Dude.” Dean turned around, locking eyes with Benny who sat on the bed behind him, staring at him.

“What?” Benny smiled.

Dean’s eyes narrowed, he paused a moment longer with his eyes on Benny’s, something about him seemed… amused. He took another bite out of his burger.

The cold feeling of eyes on your back made Dean twist around again a few moments later.

“Okay seriously.”

Benny continued staring.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

Dean closed his mouth a moment, unsure of exactly what made him uneasy about Benny’s stare. “Like, I don’t know, you’re going to kill me. Or like something is funny.”

“Those are two very different things.” Benny chuckled. “Doesn’t that angel stare you down all the time? Like he’s studying you.”

“Are you studying me?” Dean snorted.

“In a way.”

Dean tilted his head, turning to face Benny a bit more. “What’s that supposed to mean.”

“I just have an idea.”

Dean opened his mouth to say something but Benny cut him off.

“Just something I’ve been meaning to try.”

Dean stood from the chair, subconsciously putting a barrier between himself and Benny as he walked to the side of the other motel bed. “You’re being weird.”

“I think you are, because you know what I’m talking about.” Benny teased.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean rolled his eyes.

Benny finally stood from the bed, his eyes looking Dean up and down, making Dean suddenly feel a bit smaller.

“I saw you and Sam, the other day.”

“Yeah, we hang out a lot.” Dean retorted.

“I mean I saw Sam holding your arm over your head and tickling your ribs until you almost cried.” Benny grinned. “Quite interesting, isn’t it brotha?”

Dean’s eyes shot open wide, heat in his cheeks telling him without a mirror in sight that the color of his face was brighter than a sunburnt tomato. “I- I don’t think that’s, you misunderstood-“ He stammered.

“You’re a terrible liar when you’re embarrassed, jus’ saying.” Benny winked. “I’ve been wantin’ to test that out myself. Figured, since we decided to go solo on this little hunt it would be the perfect time.”

Dean backed away despite the mattress still between them, bumping into the wall and knocking some of the tacky art behind him off balance. “Benny…”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Benny laughed. “You look like a rabbit staring down his stew pot. That scared of a little tickling?”

Dean snorted. “No. You’re just… being stupid.”

“Well you’re about to be lookin’ stupid!” Benny laughed, lunging directly across the bed at Dean, the type of person who would giggle in full denial that they giggle, would also deny the shriek he let out when Benny grabbed him and pulled him onto the motel bed.

“You know! They never wash these things, this is gross!” Dean insisted as he struggled against the vampire.

“Who cares, you’ve killed more nasty creatures than any germ you may find here!” With that, he decided enough wasting time and dug in, tickling and squeezing along Dean’s sides and stomach. Dean ended up face down on the bed, Benny laying over him for more leverage and control.

Dean, worked up from all the teasing already, began howling with laughter within a few seconds of Benny’s unrelenting attack.

“This is too. Damn. Much.” Benny laughed along.

“Sehehehescrew yohohohou!” Dean cackled when Benny wriggled fingers in between his ribs. “Cuhuhuhut this shihihihit out!”

“Man, what did I do for fun before you were around?” Benny laughed, pulling back his hands to wipe a tear from his eye.

“Killed shit.” Dean panted, curling into a ball, eternally grateful that Benny had stopped before finding his worst spot (something he would probably figure out sooner or later through Sam or Cas or further exploitation).

“Ain’t that the truth!” Benny chuckled, patting Dean’s shoulder. He glanced down at the giggly hunter still getting himself together after the sudden tickle attack. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Benny raised a brow when Dean glared up at him.

“You owe me a pie for that.” Dean grumbled.

[rhondanicole]

Black Music Month: Artists and Albums that Matter to Me

June is #BlackMusicMonth, an annual celebration of African Americans’ innumerable contributions to the American–and global–musical landscape. Each day this month, I’m highlighting some of my favorite artists and albums.

Day 11

Michael Franti + Spearhead, Stay Human

My literal introduction to Michael Franti + Spearhead came during my sophomore year at SMU, when I [accidentally] met the band in Hughes-Trigg Student Center. It was late 1994, and Franti et al were making the college tour circuit in support of their debut album, Home (Franti had released an album some years earlier with his former band, Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy). One of the Program Council committees had arranged for the band to come to campus; up to that point, I had never heard of them. As a member of Program Council, however, I felt it my duty to at least go and see who and what they were all about, and support my comrades in student event programming. When I strolled into the Student Center and saw this group of cute guys standing around, I thought they were students visiting from another school and immediately rushed over to attempt whatever level of flirting my awkward 19-year-old self could muster. After a round of introductions, however, I realized these weren’t “new boys,” but an even more interesting collection of musicians. Some chit chat and displays of my dimples later, and I headed off to class (maybe. Was I really going to class?) with tickets to their show later than night in Deep Ellum, where they’d be opening for Digable Planets.

At that same time, I was also a DJ on the campus radio station, KPNI. So I was doubly excited to receive not one but 2 Spearhead promotional CDs, along with 2 promo posters, at the studio. One CD featured various mixes of Home’s lead single, “People in da Middle,” while the other offered a handful of takes of one of the album’s other standout tracks, “Hole in da Bucket.” I added these tunes to my DJ Lady Echo playlist and, from then on, considered myself a fan of Spearhead.

But then, life happened, and for some reason, I all but forgot about MFSH not long after. In fact, I completely missed the release of their second album, Chocolate Supa Highway, in 1997. Maybe it was because I was no longer doing a radio show, or, even more likely, because by the time that album dropped, the band was beginning to lose its footing in the hip-hop landscape of that time thanks to the commercialization of so-called “gangsta rap.” Groups like Spearhead, Digables, and Arrested Development, which had enjoyed a good amount of room on the airwaves and on wreckastow shelves in the early ‘90s, had quickly been replaced by harder, heavier hip-hop acts who countered the formers’ Black empowerment, peace, love, and positive vibes with grimy tales from the proverbial hood. And while Chocolate certainly attempted to adapt to this shift, it doesn’t appear that audiences were all that interested. And that’s a shame, because songs like “Gas Gauge,” which tells the story of a young Black kid shot by police all because he was trying to get his wallet from the glove box, and smoldering tracks like “U Can’t Sing R Song” and “Comin’ to Gitcha,” both of which carry some serious R&B vibes, could have worked on urban radio at the time.

It would be May of 2001 before we heard anything new from Michael Franti + Spearhead, and the album that would introduce them into the new Millennium was the presciently titled Stay Human. The album opens with “Oh My God,” a soulful, pensive tune that seems to pick up where Marvin Gaye’s “What’s Going On” left off. The whole of Stay Human finds Franti’s passion for tackling topics of social justice through song intact, but this time, more focused and disciplined--a noticeable contrast to his previous albums. Between the tracks are a series of segues featuring two characters, Brotha Sunshine (Franti) and The Nubian Poetess, as hosts of a non-profit radio program aimed at “what the others won’t play and what they definitely won’t say.” At the heart of this fictitious radio show is conversation about the pending execution of Sister Fatima, a woman convicted of murder and upon whose execution rests the fate of a deeply contested gubernatorial race (the governor is played by none other than Woody Harrelson). Throughout the album, the radio hosts discuss the case as new evidence has emerged suggesting Sister Fatima is not guilty. 

Of course, most of us remember 2001 for the horrific events of 9/11, and although Stay Human dropped several months before that life-altering September day, one can’t help but draw eery parallels between the album’s political urgency and the political climate of the time. One of Franti’s greatest accomplishments as a songwriter is his ability to take songs weighted with social commentary and make them light and fun, without losing the songs’ message. Stay Human’s title track is an excellent example of this, with MFSH singing “all the freaky people make the beauty of the world” while also talking about human condition issues such as starvation and the fears people experienced as we headed into Y2K. “Do Ya Love” takes on same-sex marriage years before the conversation became serious platform fodder for presidential campaigns, and “Love’ll Set Me Free” finds Franti taking on the perspective of someone who’s been incarcerated and separated from his loved ones with empathy, heart, and nuance. 

One of the album’s most poignant tracks, “We Don’t Mind,” is a protest song for the 21st century. The album’s climatic final radio segue is jarring and unexpected, but lays the groundwork for the final track, “Skin on the Drum.”

In the years since Stay Human’s release, Michael Franti has become a bonafide international rock star, thanks in large part to the surprise hit, 2008′s “Say Hey (I Love You).” For many an OG Spearit (MFSH’s nickname for their fans), the more recent releases lack the cohesive, socially conscious through-lines of his earlier works. Following Stay Human, the pop-tinged but still political Everyone Deserves Music delivered a high-energy mix of hip-hop and rock, and 2006′s Yell Fire! kept the embers aglow with its infusion of reggae. 2008′s All Rebel Rockers, the album that gifted us with the aforementioned “Say Hey,” seemed to mark the end of the directly political Franti, and usher in a new era of MFSH which would focus more on relationships--both personal and romantic, and global, encompassing various aspects of the human condition. Perhaps this is due to the dramatic shift in our own political landscape, considering that Franti’s early ‘00s albums were released during the Bush era while albums from 2008 and beyond came during President Obama’s time in office (Franti even released a tribute to POTUS after his first election). And so, although the world continued to stare down any number of social and political urgencies during the comparatively less chaotic Obama years, it would appear that Franti decided to turn his attention a bit more inward, with 2010′s Sound of Sunshine, 2013′s All People, and 2016′s SoulRocker moving further and further away from the themes set out on Stay Human.  

Even still, it’s no coincidence that Franti’s latest tour and documentary film are both named Stay Human. The false sense of security we grew too comfortable with during the Age of Obama gave way to unadulterated bullshit, so perhaps Franti’s return to the themes he first explored in 2001 couldn’t have come a moment too soon. 

--Rhonda Nicole

[bestialsadist]

Beast uf Tha Southern Wild (|5|) Bloodmoon: Fam’ly, Tribe, an’ Pack Pt. 1-4

Part 1:

Bloodmoon. Mah Fam’ly. Mah Tribe. Mah Pack.

Ain’t nothin’ mo’ impo’tant den dem.

I’m standin’ hea, watchin’ mah fam’ly from tha backyard porch. Nika tumblin’ an’ wrestlin’ wit’ @IndigenousHowls, swearin’ up an’ down she gon’ git ‘em on tha ground one day. @HerCajunFlame got ha feet in tha water, starin’ off at tha horizon. Nico by ‘im an’ BJ back house, workin’ on his latest bike. Dat boy betta not git no oil on mah mah ground. @LoyalMasochist in tha kitchen cookin’ up som’thin’ dat smell too damn gud ta’ jus’ be food.

I crack open anotha Guinness wit’ mah teeth an’ spit tha cap in tha trash nex’ ta’ me. @LoyalMasochist na’ ‘bout uh second lata come suckin’ ha teeth as she walk by me.

“One of these days you’re gonna crack a tooth. So damn hard-headed. Open it like normal person, Lie.”

“Luh yah too, Z.”

Throwin’ ha wink as she suck ha teeth again an’ roll ha pretty lil’ eyes at me, I head back in when I hea mah baby sis yellin’ she brought som’ shrimp étouffée fa’ dinna an’ uh new lil’ girlfriend. I shake mah laughin’.

“Chea on tha menu too? O’ nah?”

“I’ma slap yah, ‘Tiste. Keep yah paws off mah girl.”

I roll mah eyes as she come kiss mah cheek an’ introduce me ta’ tha latest, nameless chick who ain’t gon’ exist come nex’ week. Bu’ I smile an’ be polite ‘o course. Bu’ wha’ make me laugh hard as shi’, Desi pull out uh bea from tha fridge an’ open tha shit jus’ like me. I can damn’nea hea mah wif’ lose ha shit.

“Gahdamn! What’s wrong with you two?!”

“Awww, Zelly… I fa’got how much yah hate dat.”

We both crackin’ up ‘cos she’on’t care how much @LoyalMasochist hate it an’ she know it. Bu’ ta’ make mattas worse, Desi spit tha metal top inta’ tha trash jus’ like I do too. Dat’s when Z gih up an’ walk off, goin’ ta’ talk ta’ Nicky wif’ an’ pretend none uf us really hea.

“She gon’ kick yah ass, Desi.”

“She gon’ kick both ou’ asses, ‘Tiste.”

“I know…”

We both laugh. Wit’ tha holidays jus’ ‘round tha cornah, I been thankin’ hard ‘bout whea we at as uh fam’ly, uh tribe, an’ ua pack. @LoyalMasochist been whisperin’ in mah ear ‘bout thangs she been hearin’ from tha otha wif’s, girlfriends, an’ so has Desi. Dey tell us wha’ me, Nicky, an’ Napalm cain’t a’ways git from tha co’munity.

Tha las’ yea an’ uh half been filled wit’ mendin’ an’ makin’ bonds wit’ fam’ly, tha Eldas uf ou’ tribes, an’ tha mambas uf ou’ packs. None uf it been easy, bu’ tha hardest mendin’ been wit’ mah own fam’ly, mah cubs. Tha untrigga’d ones. I’on’t know ‘im like I kno’ Nika an’ BJ, so tryin’ ta’ get ta’ kno’ who dey are on uh day ta’ day, an’ not jus’ on tha full moon been hard. Harda den any fatha should hafta’ deal wit’.  Bu’ e’vn @IndigenousHowls, he d’fferent adjustin’ ta’ bein’ uh man mo’ den uh wolf. Nika tha mos’ well-adjusted despite e’vrythang she went tru—tho ha lil’ tempa ain’t no joke. I thank ‘cos she got ta’ be ‘round us in d’fferent forms, dat tha othas couldn’t—she uh lil’ betta den ha sistas an’ brothas. Tommy I couldn’t gih two fucks ‘bout much, bu’ Nico, @HerCajunFlame, an’ me still gotta ways ta’ go. Nico comin’ ‘round. Slowly, bu’ it’s happenin’. NeeNee, I ain’t rea’ly gotta gud read on, yet. Chea in ha head a lot, like me. An’ ha books, like ha mama. I gotta figa out tha way ta’ get ha talkin’ an’ get ha an’ ha mama ta’ talkin’. @LoyalMasochist had ta’ lea NeeNee not ta’ long afta she was born an’ dat broke mah wife in mo’ ways den one. Chea barely had uh yea wit’ ha befo’ tha curse kicked back in. I’on’t thank dey eva gon’ recova from tha loss uf all dem yeas.

Bu’ it ain’t jus’ us.

All tha cursed wolves been dealin’ wit’ fam’lies in shambles, broken apart, an’ fa’ som’, unmendable. We was lucky dat Aubrey, Z big sista, an’ ha husband could take in ou’ cubs while we couldn’t. Dey was tha day ta’ day mama an’ daddy dey needed an’ I’ll a’ways be grateful fa’ dat. Not e’vrybody had dat opshun. E’vn tho many uf tha untrigga’d in ou’ tribes took in cubs uf otha kin, some still fell tru tha cracks. Ended up in fosta care o’ wors’. Fa’ ou’ tribe, dis was real bad since we was disowned from tha res’ uf dem.

We was cursed fa’ uh decade. All dat’s been broken ain’t gon’ be fix’d ova nigh’. Uh shi’ty realizashun I dun’ had ova tha las’ yea na. Months an’ months uf us all tryna get back ta’getha an’ on tha same page ta’ move forward’s been nothin’ bu’ hell on wheels. Bu’ den, anythang wit’ us wolves a’ways is. Tha o’ly thang gud ‘bout bein’ newly freed, many uh men lookin’ fa’ work. Hard ta’ find uh job dat undastand yah can’t be dere bu’ one o’ two nigh’s uf tha month. Wolf-owned bus’nesses bein’ rebuilt wit’ ou’ own paws an’ thrivin’ on ou’ own m’ney. Bu’ outside tha bus’ness, tha laws uf tribes an’ tha way uf ou’ livin’ ain’t as easy ta’ come ta’ ‘greements on. None uf ‘em seem ta’ git on tha same page long enuf ta’ ‘gree on whea ta’ take us all from hea. In-fightin’s tha whole reason we was vulnerable ta’ tha vamp’s witch-bitch’s curse ova uh decade ago anyway. If we banded as one, no fanga woulda been able ta’ take us on. Not e’vn one wit’ uh witch ta’ do his biddin’. Mah pack had nothin’ ta’ do wit’ any uf dat. Too busy sellin’ powda an’ pills befo’ tha shi’ hit tha radar on uh Na’shunal scale. Mah mind was on makin’ m’ney fa’ mah fam’ly. Nothin’ mo’, nothin’ less. We fell prey ‘cos uf tha Crescents an’ Guerrera’s an’ dey bul’shit wit’ tha fangas. Fuckin’ idjits. Uh curse’on’t discriminate. Bu’ we gotta pick up tha pieces jus’ tha same.

E’vn tho mah Pack’s in line, tha othas got some comin’ ‘round ta’ do. Some packs re’dy an’ willin’ ta’ gravel at tha feet uf tha Hybrid while tha res’ uf us ain’t hea fo’ it. Me an’ @LoyalMasochist an’ ou’ pack damn sho’ ain’t hea fa’ it. I ain’t lookin’ ta’ be nobody’s lil’ bitch. I’on’t gih uh fuck who he is o’ whea his bloodline come from. He ain’t tha architect uf mah fam’ly. He jus’ anotha muthafucka tryna con’trol us. Jus’ anotha way idjits lettin’ outsidas break us ‘part. It’on’t make no sense we keep repeatin’ ol’ habits dat’ll get us killed. E’vn tho e’vrybody thank I’ma beast, ‘dere ain’t nothin’ I care mo’ ‘bout den mah Fam’ly, mah Tribe, an’ mah Pack.

“Penny for your thoughts, papa?”

@LoyalMasochist’s lil’ voice snaps me outta mah thoughts. I lean mah elbows down on tha porch railin’ an’ search ha eyes, starin’ back at me.

“Mm... Tell me yahs an’ I’ll tell yah mine, chea…”

Ha face tell me she know ‘xactly what I mean. “Nothin’ ta’ say, chea?” She keep quiet, worryin’ ha bo’tom lip. I kiss ha nose an’ go back ta’ drankin’ mah bea. It’s been uh long yea fo’ us all.

E’vn ha an’ me…

____

[©Post to @BestialSadist: 11-12-17]

Part 2:

Grimancin’ wit’ creased brows, I hiss at tha stink uf tha cow’ard hangin’ by uh noose an’ beggin’ fa’ mercy in fronta me. His tiptoes touchin’ tha chair unda him jus’ enuf so he’on’t hang ‘imself. -Yet.- He ain’t got long fo’ I kick tha chair from unda ‘im jus’ ta’ watch ‘im strangle ta’ death ‘cos I’m fuckin’ bored uf his bul’shit. I dun poured wolfsbane down his throat ta’ watch tha herb burn through his flesh an’ beat tha shit outta ‘im so e’vry gappin’ gash an’ jagged cut ‘on’t heal so quick while tryna. He ain’t tha firs’ eitha. ‘Bout eight uf his packmembas hangin’ upside down in tha otha room, dead, ‘cos dey ain’t gimmie tha ansas I wanted ta’ hea. Tha name uf dey supplia. Dis’ere pack’s been rackin’ up m’ney lef’ an’ righ’ wit’ rumas uf workin’ fo’ uh new deala in town. Sumbody tryna come fa’ mah ter’tory. Who dat deala is, nobody seem ta’ know so I pay uh visit ta’ tha capo’s, tha Deepwata Pack, ta’ see ‘bout dis’ere mystery guy. Bu’ when we showed up ta’ dis’ere saf’house I caught uh glimpse uf sumthin’ el’se. Sumthin’ mo’ pressin’ den m’ney feuds.

Zak guardin’ tha do’ from tha inside, uh few guys guardin’ outside, an’ Nicky an’ Napalm standin’ behin’ me as I stare dis’ere so-called Alpha face ta’ face.

“So, tell me, dipshit, ‘cos I’m losin’ wha’ lil’ pat’ence I got left an’ seein’ as half yah guys a’ready dead, I ain’t start wit’ much. Whea yah git dis’ere man jew’lry from? Yah’on’t look lika faggot.”

I hol’up his ring fanga in front uf ‘im. I cut it off ‘cos he got dis’ere ring on wit’ uh lil’ dark stone thas givin’ his Pack tha ‘bility ta’ use tha powa uf dey wolves e’vn when dey ain’t shif’ted. Sumthin’ o’ly mah kind can do. Sumthin’ mah kind was exiled fo’. I got dat much outta his dead Pack, ‘least. Firs’ it was jus’ rumas on tha grapevine dat Weres was changin’, gainin’ powas like us outlaws. Nobody was claimin’ it ta’ be true o’ na, so we ignored it neva thankin’ it could re’ly be true. Bu’ ta’day, I seen it wit’ mah own eyes. We all did. Dis’ere Deepwata Alpha down in tha bayou wit’ his pack, shiftin’ parts uf dey body in broad daylight fa’ anybody nosin’ ‘round hea ta’ see. Dey ain’t e’vn see us lurkin’ ‘round. Dis shit’s real an’ uh threat ta’ mah bloodline. If tha Powas dat be get dey hands on sumthin’ dat make ‘em match us, wha’s ta’ stop ‘em from tryna take us all out….-A’gin.- Dat includes e’vrybody who ‘ligned wit’ us too....Like mah wif’ an’ cubs.

“It don’t...don’t matter where...we got it from. This is…for protection. You gon’ keep...killing your own….kind for us choosing…to protect ourselves?!”

Tha mo’ tha cow’ard stuttas an’ whimpas, tha mo’ I’m gettin’ a’noyed. Don’t nothin’ piss me off mo’ den uh spin’less wolf. I migh’ be’uh liar, cheata, an’ e’vn uh killa, bu’ I ain’t neva an’ will eva be uh fuckin’ cow’ard. I feel tha golden eyes uf mah beast flash pass mine an’ I kno’ I cain’t hol’ ‘im back too much longa.

“Traitas ain’t mah kind, muthafucka. An’ who yah so ‘fraid uf? Who yah protectin’ yah pack from? Yah new Boss? Whoeva dat is. Oh…I hope yah’on’t mean dat silly ass Hybrid-muthafucka. I’ll kill yah’ on pr’nciple if dat’s tha case.”

I still ain’t got no respect fa’ Mistah Do Wha’ I say O’ Watch Me Cry ‘Bout It. He ain’t tha maka uf mah bloodline o’ mos’ uf ou’s from down deep by tha Bayous. Bu’ Jimbo hea, see ‘em. He see mah eyes flash bright an’ know within uh s’cond wha’ I am. He’on’t gotta say nothin’, it’s written all ova his face. E’vn tho he strainin’ ta’ talk from tha pain uf his beatdown an’ cutoff body parts, hate an’ rage pulse in his bulgin’ eyes clea as day. If he wa’n’t hangin’ from tha ceilin’ he prolly be tryna take mah head off.

“Yeah…You’re right. You’re not -our- kind. BPC shunned you Scummoons from our packs decades ago. Why they didn’t kill you savages off like the Atakapas, none of us will ever fucking know. You cain’t begin to understand why we need this! Not that I gotta explain myself to you trash, but I made a decision to protect my pack. Give us control over who we are so it can’t be used against us ever again. -Period.- If we can’t protect ourselves, what’s the point of rebuilding our packs anyway?”

His anga an’ disgust’s all wrapped inta’ one. All shit I’m usedta’ an’ ‘on’t care ‘bout. I can undastand uh Alpha wantin’ ta’ protect his pack tho. Bu’ dis ain’t tha way ta’ do it an’ it sho’ ain’t help ‘im too much wit’ me hea an’ na.

“Dis’ere ain’t no protecshun, idjit. Dis’ control. I ain’t neva had it e’sy, from outsidas -an’- e’vn otha shiftas like yah’self. So, ‘on’t come talkin’ ‘bout protectin’ wha’s yahs ta’ me. Imagin’ havin’ ta’ protect yah’self from yah own kind, huntin’ yah fam’ly like wild dogs!”

Mah anga get da bes’ uf me an’ I hurl uh blow ta’ his lowa torso, righ’ ‘bout way uf his kidney. Tha one thang I a’ways had was control ova when tha ragin’ part uh me culd be let out his cage. Mos’ly. Sumthin’ most mah kind cain’t say, an’ tha v’ry reason tha LaPierre bloodline been stri’ped from ou’ rightful place in tha Bayou Pack Co’ncil. Ta’ be shunned mean tha Bloodmoons ain’t got no say in tha goings on uf tha Bayou tribes an’ Packs an’ tha roy’lty uf mah bloodline been seared ‘way since mah great, great, great-granddaddy was roamin’ dis’ere swamps. Prolly befo’. Searin’s uh ritual done ta’ tear ou’ connecshun from e’vry otha Bayou Pack an’ strip us uf ou’ connecshun ta’ tha F’rst Shamans. Ou’ own Ancestas an’ tha Firs’ uf Ou’ Kind. Dat come wit’ it’s own heep uh bul’shit. Mah mar’iage, cubs, an’ tribe ain’t re’ly recognized o’ real in’tha eyes uf BPC who still hol’ ta’ all dese ‘ol tradishuns an’ rules dat say mah blood’s tha scurge uf tha Earth. It’s like we hea bu’ ain’t hea.

Tha Eldas was jus’ too piss’d tha lycan gene ain’t sumthin’ dey culd get like all tha otha ‘bilities passed down in tha Were-lines. So wha’doyah do when yah want sumthin’ somebody else got an’ ain’t givin’ up? -Yah take it.- If dat’on’t work, yah make it sumthin’ -nobody- wants. Dat’s ‘xactly what dey did ta’ mah fam’ly all dem yea’s ago. Dey ain’t had tha powa ta’ take us on, bu’ dey had tha infl’ence ta’ make us invis’ble.

Tha Eldas say since all wolves gotta trigga tha wolf by murda, ta’ dem, uh way uh killin’ uh lil’ piece uf yah humanity ta’ let tha beast in, we must be mo’ beast den man, since we ain’t gotta kill ta’ let ou’ beast roam free. We must be nat’ral born killas den. So, dey outlawed lycans as tha one thang ev’rybody look down at an’ won’t be a’sociated wit’. Tha savages. Tha beasts. Tha -othas.- Tha thang ev’rybody too ‘fraid ta’ be, ‘cos ta’ dem, we sumthin’ dat ain’t so...human. Easiest way ta’ make e’vrybody okay wit’ hate? Make ‘em ‘fraid uf tha otha.

It’s tha ’merican way.

“Yeah… Uhhuh... I see it in your eyes. You’re thinking about it. You have the choice not to turn. You have the choice not to be broken. We don’t! We don’t have the choice not to be the savage beasts you are! By what shit-stain karma fuck up would you get such a choice, but decent people don’t?!”

E’en tho I ain’t neva felt like much, I ain’t neva felt like less fa’ bein’ wha’ I am––despite tha Eldas wantin’ us LaPierre’s an’ all those who share ou’ blood ta’ feel dat way. Bu’ so many sho’ try ta’ remind me we ain’t shit. E’vn when dey s’conds from stranglin’ dem’selves ta’ death. Thang is, tha one thang he want so gahdamn bad is tha re’son he see me lowa den tha horseshit he stepped in. Dey’d all luh ta’ hav’ ou’ powa bu’ not tha stigma ‘ttached ta’ it. Packs been hatin’ ma kind so lon’ dey’on’t kno’ why dey hate beyon’ tha lies dey tell demselves ‘bout us.

I ain’t moved tho. Still startin’ ‘im in tha eye. I clea mah throat an’ hawk spit righ’ ‘tween his eyes.

“Such uh fuckin’ cow’ard. Yah sicken me. It’s Packs like yah’s dat make it e’sy fa’ anybody ta’ take us down. Ta’ busy lookin’ out fa’ yah’gahdamnself. I say Pack ‘cos none uf ‘em stood ‘gainst yah bad choices. How yah’on’t undastand tha o’ly protecshun yah eva need is yah own kind?! Huh?! Not some outsida quick ta’ make yah turn on dem who got yah back mos’. Say wha yah wan’ ‘bout mah blood, I’d neva sell out mah Pack an’ make ‘em bitches ta’ wha’eva sucka yah made uh deal wit’. ‘Cos dat’s all dis lil’ magical man-jewel ‘ere is, uh fuckin’ leash fa’ all yah ta’ bow down. Na who gave it ta’ yah? Hm? I’on’t wanna hafta take out tha res’ uf yah pack ta make mah fuckin’ point. Try me if yah thank I’m bluffin’, Jimbo.”

Takin’ steps ova ta’ tha few uf his membas still breathin’ an’ standin’ ‘gainst tha wall, I grab anotha one uf ‘em by tha neck an’ yank ha esophagus from ha throat. Ha warm, bloody muscle still in mah palm when ha body crumbles ta’ tha ground.

“I kin keep goin’. One by one ‘til yah gih me wha’ I want. Up ta’ yah.” Uh sickenin’ smirk touch mah thin-lipped mug.

“Black Pines! They’re handing them out to any pack willing to take them!”

“Ugh.” Alls I can say… I shake mah head wit’ uh he’vy grunt, his revelashun bein’ tha v’ry thang I was hopin’ wa’n’t true. Strollin’ back ova ta’ ‘im, I grab his face wit’ mah bloody hand afta droppin’ ha throat on tha way ova. “I shoulda known it was dem. Whyah ain’t go ta’ tha Co’ncil ta’ stop dis’ere shit?! Band ta’getha ‘nstead uf signin’ up ta’ be tha Hybrid’s lit’le bitch?”

His face scrunch up an’ eyes bulge like I’m tha one missin’ sumthin’.

“You stupid inbred sack of shit! The Council -made- the deal!”

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[©Post to @BestialSadist: 5-2-18]

Part 3:

“Lie…”

I hea mah wif’s sleepy voice comin’ from tha livin’ room an’ I kno’ tha sound uf chea when she been up worryin’ an’ wonderin’ whea I’m at. It’s uh d’fferent sound den when she jus’ wan’ some a’tenshun from me so she wait up ta’ talk ta’ me ‘bout mah day an’ ha’s. I’on’t kno’ why I thought I’d be able ta’ walk in mah house an’ na’ht be botha’d. It’s dumba den uh tick ona flea ta’ e’vn thank so. Dis’ w’man gotta fuckin’ sixth sense when it comes ta’ me, ha fam’ly, an’ ha cubs. I suck inna deep breath befo’ ansa’n ta’ mah name.

“Yea, chea? Yah ‘wake?” I kno’ chea is bu’ I’m gaugin’ ha state.

“Mhm. Where you been, Papa? And what’s that sm….” Chea bee-lines ‘round tha couch fa’ me, wearin’ ona mah black wif’beetas dat giv’me uh lil’ sideboob ac’shun from ha, some black shorts dat let ha lil’ booty hang ou’t, dark grey socks that reach tha top uf ha thighs, an’ ha furry grey an’ black wolf-claw house shoes chea luh so much. Wha’ dey call’at? Irony? Wit’ wha’ Z got on, if tha nex’ look on ha face wa’n’t wha’ it was an’ wha’ I knew it’d be, I’d expect dis’hea nigh’ ta’ go real d’ferent den it’s ‘bouta.

Stoppin’ in ha tracks soon as ha eyes land on me, chea ain’t gotta say uh word fa’ me ta’ kno’ whea ha mind go. Dat’s uh real thang ‘tween ma’ried folks, supan’tural o’ na’ht. Some shit jus’on’t needta’ be said. Some shit jus’ -shuldn’t- be said.

Ha head cocks ta’ tha side whil’ she grabs mah wrists o’ly showin’ me I’m righ’ ‘bout why chea stopped so hard an’ so fast. She smell it on me. I kno’ she do. Chea kno’ wha’ I dun wit’ou’t me sayin’ uh word. She’s carryin’ mah cub, so ha senses heightened e’vn mo’ den dat Babineaux w’man intuishun chea a’redy got. Notice I ain’t say mama ‘cos she had dat shi’ long fa’ she had mah firs’ cub. Bu’ fa’ Weres, dey’on’t get ta’ ‘xperience dey wolf powas in human form like us, ‘cept fa’ two ways. One, fa uh few days afta dey shift. An’ two, since dey’on’t turn whil’ dey carryin’, some uf dey senses rise ta’ tha surface durin’ dis’hea time. So it’on’t s’prise me chea kno’ I been up ta’ no good. I jus’ hoped she was sleep so I culd handle it befo’ she kno’ nuthin’.

Tuggin’ me ta’ tha kitchen by mah arm, chea’on’t touch mah black-gloved hands an’ make sho’ I’on’t touch nothin’ else. When we stop at tha sink, I lean ‘gainst tha counta an’ watch ha work. Z loads tha dishwasha, which chea’on’t eva use, wit’ tha leftova dishes an’ rinses tha sink ou’t ta’ fill tha brown granite wit’ hot wata an’ bleach.

“Arms up.” Chea grabs tha end uf mah dark, long-sleeve thermo ta’ pull it an’ tha gloves at tha ends off an’ I lean ova ta’ help ha pull it all offa me. “Pants too.”

I’on’t giv’ha no figh’ e’vn tho she got me undressin’ like she ‘bout ta’ send me ta’ bed wit’ no dinna. Theas uh joke somwhea in thea jus’ waitin’ ta’ be told. Bu’ na’ht righ’ na. I take off e’vrythang else bu’ mah black boxas whil’ chea grab uh trash bag ta’ stuff mah clothes all in. “Put your ring in the bowl right there and then hands in the water. I’ll be back.”

I do as I’m told’, lettin’ tha sterlin’ silver clink ‘gainst tha glass bowl an’ watchin’ ha retreat back whea I jus’ come from. Dis’ tha wif’ mos’on’t kno’ so much. -Q.- Tha w’man who was by mah side when I went from dope deala ta’ top uf tha food chain, o’ some wuld say, from ‘Tiste ta’ Tha Beast. Chea kno’ all mah secrets an’ jus’ ‘bout e’vrythang I’on’t say.

Befo’ I kno’ it I hea tha low hum uf tha washa kick in an’ I drop mah head down an’ push mah hands inta’ tha hot wata. It’s scoldin’ lik’ mah wif’s tryna sear mah skin off mah bones bu’ it’on’t botha me much.

Mah mind’s stuck on wha’ dat Alpha said. Tha Co’ncil sol’d us ou’ ta’ tha fuckin’ Hybrid.

-A’gin.-

Well, na’ht -us- ‘cos we shunned an’ I wuldn’t bow ta’ tha fuckin’ claw’d fanga if it meant tha end uf mah life. Som’body needta’ sho’ blondie wha’ real wolves ou’hea made uf an’ tha Co’ncil ain’t it. Ratha yah bury me in tha grave fo’ I let’cha make me uh fuckin’ slave. Dey made tha rest uf tha Packs, ‘leas dem dumb enuf ta’ take tha bait lika dick down dey throat, turn bitch fa’ ‘im -a’gin.- Thankin’ ‘is protectshun gon’ save ‘em from his need ta’ dominate ‘em. Fuckin’ idjits. Anybody kno’ uh Mikaelson deal a’ways come wit’uh price an’ dey neva tha ones payin’ fa’ shi’. How culd mah wif’ wan’me ta’ go crawlin’ back ta’ tha Bayou Pack Co’ncil uf C’wards? Ta’ be recognized by dem? Fa’ dem ta’ tell me mah claws o‘ficial an’ mah cubs a’cepted by dem weak an’ hateful fucks? If we was part uf dem, we’d be sol’d ou’t righ’ na ta’! Fuck dat!

I’m yellin’ in mah head. Yellin’ ta’ tha darkness.

Tha thoughts pissin’ me off all ova a’gin, remindin’ me why I neva gav’ uh fuck fa’ dem nah’t a’ceptin’ mah fam’ly name e’vn though it’s as old as dea’s. I’on’t feel mah’self growlin’ ‘til I look up at mah reflec’shun in tha kitchen windo an’ see tha fiery gold glow in mah eyes.

“Our girls are upstairs sleeping, Lie.”

Ha hands graze ova mah arms as she slips ha’self besides me at tha sink an’ grabs tha metal wire brillo pad she use fa tha pots. I ain’t e’vn kno’ chea was thea. She’on’t look up at me, she stare at mah golden glare in tha window.

“Lemme scrub just a little then you go run and we talk when you come back or we can just talk.” Z presses ha cheek ‘gainst mah bare shulda as she starts ta’ scrubbin’ mah fangas unda tha bleach-filled wata. “You hear me?”

I nod, tha anga seepin’ as ha hands trail mah heated flesh. “You already know my rules but whatever you need to do to get yourself together, Lie. -Do it.- I don’t want them seeing you like this.”

“In my….” Z pinches me an’ I growl down at’ha, mo’ jokin’ den anythang.

“If you say ‘in my draws,’ I’m gonna punch you in tha throat. You know what I mean.” She sucks ha teeth at me an’ I kno’ I’m on thin ice an’ close ta’ ha poppin’ me one.

“Dea ain’t much ta’ say, chea.”

“Mhm. I’m scrubbing your hands in bleach. There’s plenty to say, Lie.”

Dat’s three times chea done said mah name in less den uh few minutes an’ I ain’t fuckin’ ha.

I sigh. I knew I’d hafta’ say somthin’ so I go wit’ tha easiest. I tell ha tha truth an’ nuthin’ bu’ tha truth. E’vrythang ‘bout Deepwata shiftin’ wit’ou tha Moon, tha co’ncil sellin’ us ou’, -a’gin-, na’ht o’ly ta’ tha fuckin’ Hybrid bu’ ta’ tha Acandian Bayou Packs ta’, tha packs lurkin’ ‘round an’ passin’ ou’ rangs like dey candy, an’ e’vn tha mess we left in dey Deepwata double-wide. We ain’t get ridda tha whol’ Pack bu’ we took ou’ tha cocksucka’s inna circle. Lef’ one ta’ go back an’ tell tha Co’ncil an’ dey new lil’ alliances dat na’ht e’vrybody wanna be no slaves ta’ tha fuckin’ fangas. Bu’ I leav’ ou’ tha part ‘bout tha Black Pines bein’ part uf dis’hea. Tha same pack who’s Alpha I killed an’ took in ‘is pack. I’on’t kno’ how tha pack’s e’vn rebuildin’ bu’ I’on’t wan’ha worried ‘bout any uf dat’dea ‘cos dat’s uh whol’ heep uf shi’ chea’on’t need on ha head.

I cain’t.

Judgin’ by tha blank stare on ha face, chea ain’t b’lievin’ uh word I’m sayin’ ta’ ha. An’ I kno’ why. Ha fatha’s tha Chief uf tha Bayou Pack Co’ncil an’ e’vn though ha an’ ‘im ain’t seen eye ta’ eye fa’ yea’s, chea still uh daddy’s g’rl at heart. Mo’ den chea’d eva let anybody kno’. Yah cain’t tell ha nothin’ ‘bout ‘im. No matta how much chea call ‘em by ‘is firs’ name behin’ ‘is back. Ta’ thank he uh traita ta’ his kind an’ workin’ wit’ tha Arc’s jus’ migh’ be ta’ much fa’ ha ta’ take righ’ na’. Tha man chea won’t me ta’ go gravel ta’ is tha same man sellin’ us ou’ ta’ tha highest bidda so dey can do ‘xactly wha’ he spit in mah face fo’: control tha wulf inside.

Bu’ I guess since it’s -us,- it’s d’fferent.

“You come in my house, filthy with whoever you’ve killed tonight, probably dismembered, and you’re saying my father’s a traitor? My father’s an asshole and so much more but a traitor? Even I won’t let you spread lies like that on my damn name.”

I suck in uh deep breath an’ stare at mah wif’. Did chea jus’ say -mah name.-

“Yah name, eh?” I cain’t stop tha sarcastic laugh dat come ou’ mah mouf mo’ ta’ stop me from goin’ off on mah pregnant damn wif’. “Ar’yah fuckin’ s’rious? I’ma ‘sume yah harmones on some otha shi’ righ’ na.”

Ha eyes widen an’ I cain’t help bu’ stare righ’ back at’ha. How culd chea think I’d lie ta’ ha, ‘specially ‘bout ha daddy. “Since when I lie ta’ yah ‘bout’cha fam’ly? Hm? When -tha fuck- hav’ I -eva- lied ta’ yah ‘bout yah daddy?” Chea jus’ stare hard at me, chewin’ ha bottom lip. “Huh? I cain’t fuckin’ hea yah, Z. -When?-” I’m growlin’, tryin’ na’ht ta’ wake up mah g’rls.

“Never.”

I lean in, pushin’ mah ear ha way. “Say dat ‘gin, I still’on’t fuckin’ hea yah, Zelda.”

“Never, you ass!” Chea shoves me so hard mah back hits tha dishes on tha counta makin’ uh glass fall in tha empty side uf tha sink an’ shatta. Chea jump at’tha sound uf tha glass breakin’ an’ I narro mah eyes. I kno’ it ain’t me chea mad at bu’ I cain’t hol’ mah tongue. Na’ht righ’ na’.

“I ain’t fuckin’ thank so. So, why tha fuck wuld I start na’? Dis’hea wha’ tha Deepwata fucka tol’ me hangin’ upside down fa’ ‘is life an’ it’on’t seem like he was lyin’. Ain’t no way somthin’ lik’ some fuckin’ rangs dat control yah whol’ ass shift gon’ be somthin’ dat’on’t get back ta’ tha co’ncil. Ta’ -yah- fuckin’ daddy!” I point uh wet, accusin’ fanga in ha face. “Yah fuckin’ kno’ it an’ I fuckin’ kno’ it. E’vn if yah daddy ain’t make tha deal, he in on it some way. Swallo dat fuckin’ pill.”

I push off tha kitchen counta, waggin’ mah soapy hands like crazy ova tha sink ‘til tha extra wata gon’ an’ I grab uh few papa towels ta’ dry ‘em off sommo’. It cain’t be easy ta’ hea none uf dis’hea an’ I kno’ it. Mah decishun ta’ leav’ ou’ tha part uf tha Black Pines jus’ feels e’vn mo’ righ’. Chea turn on tha wata, risnin’ off ha own hands.

In s’lence.

I suck inna deep breath an’ toss tha papa towels in tha trash. Mah claws scratchin’ at mah insides, tryin’ta’ rip through tha surface an’ I kno’ it ain’t good fa’ me ta’ be cooped up righ’ na’.  I’m fuckin’ pissed tha fuck off an’ I kno’s betta if I take dat run befo’ I say somthin’ I’on’t mean. Mah lycan’s growlin’ at me ta’ go ou’chea an’ get me some air.

“Fuck dis’hea.”

Betta I lis’sen na’ den regret it lata.

Na’, mah ears get hot an’ mah feet’on’t wanna move. It’s lika call deep inside me dat stop me in mah tracks as hard as chea did when I walked in tha house. I sigh. Hard. Noe flared an’ chest heavin’ an’ slowly goin’ down as mah anga tries ta’ calm itself e’vn befo’ I realize why. Z wipes ha face an’ rubs ha belly. I jus’ ‘bout hea mah wif’s tea’rs rollin’ down ha face as chea wobbles fa’ tha sink, prolly ta’ pick up tha broken pieces.

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[©Post to @BestialSadist: 4-22-20]

Part 4:

“Z…” 

Chea ignore me an’ go fa’ tha broken glass bu’ I’m on’ha fasta den tha next tea’r can roll down ha face. Grab’n ha hands an’ stoppin’ ha befo’ chea cut ha’self ‘cos she upset. I kno’ wha’ I tol’ ha ain’t e’sy ta’ hea bu’ I ain’t expect dis’hea.

“-Zelda.-”

I say ha full name whil’ I’m starrin’ at ha ta’ make ha look up at me. Bu’ chea’on’t. She’on’t e’vn budge. E’vn when I say ha full name.

“Z.”

I brang ha fangatips ta’ mah lips an’ kiss ‘em. I let all tha mad leav’ mah voice an’ say ha name a’gin. “Z…”

Chea f’nally look up at me. Red an’ puffy a’redy. It’on’t take much fa’ mah wif’ ta’ go red bu’ dis’hea d’ferent. I can count on one hand how many times I seen dis’hea much hurt in ha eyes. It’s a’ways had ta’ do wit’ ou’r cubs o’ wit’ ha fuckin’ Daddy. It’s uh d’ferent kinda hurt den when I’ve hurt ha bein’ som’ kinda young, dumb ass. Fuckin’ ‘round o’ worse.

“I’m s’ry, chea. I’ma dumbass.” I wrap ha arms ‘round mah neck an’ res’ mah head ‘gainst ha head an’ whispa. “I wa’n’t tryna hurt’cha, Z. Yah kno’ dat.”

I wa’n’t. I ain’t neva tryna hurt mah wif’. Eva. Bu’ wha’ I was -tryna- do an’ wha’ I -did’s- two d’ferent thangs. Mah wif’ can ice yah ou’ wit’ tha best uf ‘em bu’ righ’na I need’ha ta’ talk ta’ me.

“Z…”

Chea snatch ha hands from mine, scowlin’ an’ wipin’ ha eyes wit’ tha back uf ha hand. Walkin’ backwards ‘way from me, it’s clea chea wan’ha space bu’ I follo ha an’way ‘til chea giv’me ha death stare dat tell me ta’ fuck off. Chea ain’t tryna ta’ talk ta’ me. Chea’on’t turn ha back on me ‘til she kno’ I’m na’ht followin’ ha. Dea’s times when mah wif’ wan’s me ta’ folla an’ console ha, bu’ dis’hea ain’t one uf dem times.

Leanin’ ‘gainst tha sink, I sigh an’ grip tha counta lik’ I wanna break tha goddamn edge off. I fuckin’ migh’. Bu’ I migh’ hava bigga figh’ on mah hands if I do. I go ou’back ta’ tha laundry room fa’ some sweats o’ somthin’. Hopin’ I find somthin’ still hidin’ in tha baskets since mah wif’ been quick on tha puttin’ stuff back, I lis’sen fa’ Z ta’ close tha do’ behin’ ha ‘cos if chea’on’t slam tha do’, chea wants me ta’ folla ha. I ain’t got high hopes tho. Tha cut from ha ice still openin’ mah flesh deep.

When I find uh pair uf mah tan linen pants, I pull ‘em on an’ tie tha draw strang, hearin’ mah bedroom doh slam shut an’ rattle tha pictuas on tha wall ‘long tha stairs.

“I need ta’ go tha fuck ou’side.”

Dis’hea ain’t wha’ I want’d ta’ come home ta’. I ain’t tryna be fightin’ mah wif’ ova ha fuckin’ traita ass daddy. Tryin’ na’ht ta’ slam tha do’ behin’ me, I head ou’ back an’ stare at’tha sky. Tha chill air on mah skin ain’t enuf ta’ stop mah blood from boilin’. E’vry bone in mah body’s on tha verge uf breakin’ bu’ I suck in som’ fresh air an’ fuckin’ fight tha urge ta’ howl at’tha goddamn moon. Mah wif’s prolly upstairs cryin’ an’ stabin’ uh pictura uf me ‘cos I jus’ shatta’d ha. I fuckin’ hate dat I cain’t lie ta’ ha eitha. Na’ht ‘bout all dis’hea. Dat trip up ta’ tha cabins seem so far ‘way righ’na an’ I’m wishin’ we was back in dat bliss. Dat quiet. Dem nights uf jus’ us wit’ no cares in tha world.

I rest mah arms on top uf mah head, lockin’ mah fangas an’ tryna calm tha fuck down. I feel tha growl sneak up in mah ches’ befo’ it com’ an’ I cain’t stop it. Na’ht e’vn if I try ta’ bu’ I’on’t. I let’mah growl turn ta’ uh howl dat rattles tha windos an’ mah dogs start barkin’ dea head’s off. 

“Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.”

Groanin’ an’ droppin’ mah head back, I got half’uh mind ta’ head up ta’ tha bedroom anyway. Bu’ befo’ I e’vn mov’ uh inch I see yah starin’ down at me from ou’ balcony. Yah bloodshot eyes lockin’ wit’ mah glowin’ glare. I see yah shakin’ from down hea an’ I’on’t care no mo’ if yah wan’ me dea o’ na’ht. Runnin’ back in tha house an’ lockin’ up behin’ me, I take tha stairs two an’ three atta time ta’ get ta’ yah. Pausin’ when I get ta’ tha clos’d do’, fa’ uh s’cond, I wava back an’ forth if I should go in o’ na’ht. Open o’ ‘on’t?

I open it lik’uh bull inna China shop, closin’ it behin’ me wit’ou’ no hes’tashun ‘cos I’on’t wanna wake tha g’rls.

“Z…”

I’on’t kno’ wha’ I expect ta’ see bu’ I ain’t thank yah’d be sittin’ on tha bed. “Chea…Talk ta’ me.”

“There isn’t anything to talk about.”

Silent tre’tment’s ova? Leas’ chea’s talkin’ ta’ me. I ain’t expect ha ta’ say nothin’ leas’ wit’ou’ sommo beggin’. “Bullshi’, dea’s uh lot ta’ talk ‘bout.”

“You tell me my father’s sold the wolves out to that son of a bitch and what? You want me to give you my analysis on it? Would you like that paper typed or handwritten?” Tha base in ha voice sends mah blood pressha sky-high a’gin. I suck in uh deep breath befo’ I say somthin’ I regret ta’ ha. Dis’hea yah wif’. Chea mad. Chea hurt. Dis’hea’s yah wif’.

I suck in anotha deep breath an’ drag mah hands down mah face. “I ain’t lookin’ fa’ yah analyze nothin’, chea. I jus’ wanna kno’ whea yah mind’s at. Yah wa’n’t e’vn believin’ me uh few s’conds ago.”

“I still don’t know if I do. There might be another explanation to this. Torturing people doesn’t always get the right answers to things.”

I roll mah eyes, feelin’ on edge righ’ na. Dis’hea tha irrashunal part uf mah wif’ comin’ ou’. Dat part dat’s wearin’ ha heart on ha sleeve ‘cos chea’on’t wanna b’lieve wha’ I’m tellin’ ha. I get it. It ain’t e’sy ta’ hea dat yah daddy an’ tha res’ uf tha Co’uncil’s uh pack uf fuckin’ c’wards. Dis’ I a’redy knew bu’ chea still b’elive in ‘em. Mo’ den I eva will. Ain’t no way tha res’ uf dem’on’t kno’ wha’s ha’pened an’ I kno’ dey went wit’ dis’hea decishun from tha Chief. Dat jus’ ain’t how tha packs work. I’on’t needta’ be wit’em ta’ kno’ dat.

Sittin’ on tha lounge an’ claspin’ mah hands ta’getha whil’ I tryta’ lis’sen ta’ ha wit’ open ears an’ na’ht tha anga risin’ in mah chest. Why wuld I fuckin’ lie ta’ yah? I swallo dat an’ say nothin’ instead. It’s betta dat way. Betta ta’ lis’sen.

“Hm. I guess it’s quiet time now.” I grind mah teeth an’ stare daggas at’ha. “You had so much to say before, why so quiet now? Hm? Not sure if you’re right or if I am?”

“Zelda, ‘on’t shoot tha fuckin’ messenga. I was jus’ as shock’d as yah’re. Wuld yah ratha I fuckin’ lie ta’ yah? Huh?”

Ha eyes roll cold bu’ ha tongue cuts me lik’uh blade righ’ou’ tha fire dat forges it. “Wouldn’t be the first fucking time.”

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[©Post to @BestialSadist: 7-20-20]

[d-noona]

AERO

Chapter 3: Welcome to JYPE Xpress

"My life?...if you can call it that. Has been challenging as fuck. Sometimes I wonder what I was like before the escape. Before Aero. Everything is just a blur. As much as I want to remember. They've been swiped clean. Oh well, life fucks us so hard nobody dies a virgin." - Seven

As Seven pumps her bike through the streets of Seoul bustling with activity. A normal day in the city two decades from now.

Things have changed by the year 2020, but in subtle ways. The skyline is the same, not transformed by gleaming megastructures. There are no Jetson flying vehicles glittering among the high-rises. It is a city frozen in time, stopped dead in the tracks of progress. But it is far from a deserted place, on the contrary, the streets are more alive than ever.

Seven bunny hops a curb, side skids around a tight corner and barrels down a split lane between bunches of sluggishly moving cars, mostly older models from around the turn of the century, the last time people could afford to buy anything. Seven breaks to a stop at a sand-bagged checkpoint.

She flashes the plastic ID clipped to her vest to a young soldier, along with a too-big smile "Jype Messenger" she says.

He smiles back and waves her through, checking her out as she goes "Have a good one" says the soldier as she drives away.

Seven goes back to their head office JYPE Xpress. As she enters the facility, an overhead fluorescent flickers. She enters the nerve center of JYPE Xpress, Seoul's oldest messenger service, founded sometime in the early years of the 21st century.

The crew of messengers, mostly in their 20's of various personalities, includes Jackson Wang, Mark Tuan, Choi Youngjae et al.

They munch on junk food, drink sodas and half-watch an ancient TV hung from the ceiling while they wait for assignments.

As Jackson full-dressed, rises up to plead his case to a very pissed bossed JYP. Jin "Old" known by many approaches JYP and says "Nobody was there to sign for it man. What's a brotha s'posed to do? Ride around all day with the package?" Youngjae nods in approval laughing his ass off and responded "I'd probably do the same boss, give my boy a break."

JYP clearly pissed as day, turning all red and huffs responded "So you just decided to return it to the sender. Or, in this case, the sender's wife?" Mark being the air of wisdom among the crew came to the younger man's aid. "Like the prophets say...Only the unrighteous husband sends expensive gift-wrapped panties to another woman."

JYP heads behind the shipping counter which is cluttered with packing slips, mailing tubes, etc. The exhausted boss, tired of it all responded whilst banging his fist on the table "Which is none of your business...or mine."

Jackson high fives his friends, smirks and says "It only concerns God. But in this case, I was the instrument of the Most High."

The unfazed boss responded "Well around here, I'm the Most High. From now on, before you do anything, call in for instructions."

With all the racket Seven smirked at the boys and gave Jackson, Youngjae and Mark a high five. She enters the lounge ignoring the sign which clearly reads: YOUR BIKE IS TO RIDE, DO NOT BRING INSIDE.

JYP's reaction as to seeing Seven suggests this is a habit of hers and he has already given up trying to break her off. He shoves a package at Jackson, Youngjae and Mark to get rid of the rowdy boys. "This is a hot run, beat it" then he turns to Seven with a disdain look on his face "You're late again Missy."

Seven turns around to see JYP up her ass, she looks at her boss. JYP was definitely not a looker, the fact that he nags and has loud mouth and uptight personality makes it worst.

"I was on call" she responded in her most monotonous voice.

JYP turned red in anger "I want you on call here!" dog-tired of his employees attitudes. Her boss sends her off with a last hot run for the day. Seven took the package since it was set to go to one of those high-rise buildings of the rich and famous. Before heading off she stopped by one of her home girls Summer. Dressed in leather, stiletto nails, ghetto fabulous, slams her locker shut, pissed off. Seven regards her a beat with the most catlike grin knowing that something was up "Good morning, Sunshine" as she laughs.

"Caught some son-of-a-bitch stealing my bike. Used a car jack to blow out my U-lock and bent a bunch of spikes. So now I gotta get my wheels fixed." Whilst trying to fix the ridges of her bike. Seven took the wheels off Summer's hands and fixed the ridges for her "Well, look on the bright side, at least he didn't swing with your ride."

"No, but I broke a nail giving him a cranium crack, and that just sort of wrecks your day, know what I'm saying?" She looks over at Jackson, as a girl approaches him, the girl hands Jackson a box of chocolates and cookies, looking all flustered and red.

Jackson gives the girl a quick peck on the cheek, says thank you and quickly walks off then approaches Youngjae and Mark with a box of goodies given by one of his admirers. "Now why can't I find a bf like that? I can bring him cookies, he buys me lunch every day, legs, muscle, abs from here to there."

Seven laughs at her friend. Summer pouts and tilts her head, the boys approaches them both. Seven and Summer exchange a knowing look then giggles.

"Whats going on ladies?" says Youngjae who was flirtatiously flipping his hair showing his beautiful forehead and his most dashing smile. As the normal chatter began among friends you all turned to the old TV hanging on the wall. The regular programming turns to snow, replaced after a moment by the pixilated image of the pirate cyber journalist known to the masses as the Informant Net. As someone cranks up the volume, pan around the faces in the room who listen in rapt attention.

"Do not attempt to adjust your set. This is a video of Free Korea Bulletin. The cable hack will last exactly sixty seconds. It cannot be traced. It cannot be stopped, and it is the only free voice left in this city..."

Youngjae turns at Seven with a confused look on his face that makes him look like a lost child "Is this guy even for real?" as the TV still continues with its cyber hack.

"Who knows" Seven shrugged being obvious that she was not paying attention to the cyber hack. Jackson jumps in "He ever been wrong about anything?"

Seven looks at the TV screen once more with disdain on her face not trusting anything she sees "If you ask me, he's on the same hustle as everyone else."

Mark engrossed with the cyber hack shushes Seven. "Doesn't mean he's not telling the truth" Jackson adds in, obviously believing the Informant Net. Youngjae nodding the same, agreeing with both Jackson and Mark.

Mark being all hot and bothered responded "Just hope God's looking out for his ass, cause he's messing with the brimstone, brotha."

Seven nodded in response to Mark's words of wisdom. He is right she thought. Whoever this guy is and whatever his deal is. He best better be careful. As Seven was about to bid goodbye to Summer she almost choked holding out a laugh, she nudges her friend and gave her an eye to signal her to stop staring and drooling at Jackson. She turned crimson red with this and smiled. But being the unpredictable Seven couldn't help but tease Summer.

"Alright, this fixation you have with Jackson is tiring the shit out of me. I got you covered with your wheels. So we good? I've gotta run before Jyp screams bloody murder on me again." She pushes her bike out of JYPE Xpress, as Summer sighs and shouts "See you later at the Crash bitch".

Seven turns her head and nods quickly driving off laughing as she sees Summer flipping her with her middle finger.