#but for once i didn't write it lolz

[onthewaytosomewhere]

it's a wee lil fic for ur Thursday (under a thousand words!!)

Alex huffs from where he sits on the sofa, looking at his phone with a perplexed look he usually saves for late-night paper-writing sessions when he can’t decide what else to include. When he huffs again, Henry decides he really must know what is giving him this much consternation at, he looks at the clock on the wall, 12:30 on a Thursday.

“Alex, everything all right?” Henry asks, sitting on the sofa next to him.

Alex looks at him and gestures with his phone. “It’s this QOTD in this group for that Criminal Procedure class I’m taking. Someone thought we needed daily icebreaker questions, and today’s is the most insane I’ve seen. It might be breaking my brain, actually.”

This is Alex and Henry discussing the question ... it's quite silly

[ningvory]

SCREAM - jang wonyoung

1,740 words // yall i wanted to do kinktober sooo baddd but im so outta ideas and school and work has been draining😔 so instead i'll just write 2-3 more halloween themed fics

CW: noncon -> dubcon, ghostface!wonyoung, big dick wony, bully!reader, a little knife play, choking, backshots, doggy, missionary, a little tit play, mentions of reader getting impregnated, squirting, not proofread lolz

its about 11pm on a friday, 'means girls' is playing on your living room tv while you were in the kitchen searching for a pot to put your noodles in. your parents left for their business trip to wherever, you weren't really paying attention after they mentioned you'll be alone for two weeks and that you had a spending allowance of 5k, which is why you were wearing your new black lingerie set under your fuzzy pink robe.

you were humming a song as you head to the pantry to get a bottle of water to fill the pot with until you heard your phone ringtone go off. you went to mute the tv and grabbed your phone, tapping the answer button. you held the phone up to your ear but you're met with silence.

"hello?~" you questioned, dragging out the word. it was a habit of yours when you were annoyed,

"didn't think you'd pick up." the voice was cheerful, too cheerful to the point where it had you furrow your eyebrows trying figure out who's calling you at this time.

"well, i did. so.." you responded with a little bit of attitude. you were starving and here this stranger is playing on your phone. "listen, who the hell are you and what do you want?" you raise your voice a octave.

"your tits look good in that bra, wish i can see the way your ass looks in the panties." you furrow your eyebrows once more. every window was locked and your curtains blocked any prying eyes from seeing inside.

"um—you must've gotten the wrong number or something. i'm hanging up now." you smile half heartedly, trying to wrap things up, whoever this girl is can probably hear your labored breathing.

"hang up this fuckin' phone and i’m killing you myself!" she quickly responded, you froze immediately. especially after hearing some sort of bang coming from upstairs, “not so tought without your friends here, hm y/n?"

you were assuming this was a silly halloween prank call but she knows you personally! she knows your friends and even your name—you can admit that you were a bitch to most people but you didn't think that someone would break in and kill you for it!

"w-what kinda joke is this? this isn’t funny!" you let out a nervous laugh. no way this is fucking real, this is just a prank, right?

the person lets out a hysterical laugh—almost like she’s gone crazy. "you think this is a joke? was it a joke when you make every single day a living hell for me?" she asked but you remained silent, "now you wanna act like a scared little girl? don't you think its time to get what you deserve?" she asks.

the amount of people you’ve been a bitch too, its hard to guess who this person was. the fact that this persons voice was low and raspy to the point where you couldn’t even identify who’s voice this is didn’t help you either.

"i think we should play a game. i’d advice you listen, if you want to live that is." you can hear her smiling through the phone.

your heart is racing now, you have a gut feeling that this person is in the big ass house somewhere and that promise of her killing you is haunting you.

"fine. what's this game?" you try to put on that tough façade, still holding onto your pride.

"go upstairs. into your room." she commands you and you hate it but all you can do now is obey her words.

you grip your phone tighter and walk up the stairs—just like she said. you walk into your room. your pink led illuminated the room.

"good girl~ now, strip." her praise breaks the silence.

"what?" you whispered in disbelief.

"you heard me, don't make me do it for you."

you sigh, you really aren't sure why she wants you to strip for her. maybe to humiliate you on the internet on something but you comply to her demand, untying your robe and letting it drop to the floor. you stand, praying that’s all she meant when she said strip.

"do you not know what strip mean, bitch?" she questions, noticing that you're just standing there.

you stay silent, tears were beginning to form in your eyes and you let out a whimper, “why? are you some kinda sick pervert?” you demand, looking around the room.

it was silent for a while, it was like she hung up the phone on you. your heart was racing, you were getting anxious, “hello! where are you!? who are you!?” you cry out.

as soon as you asked that your closet door opened, revealing a figure dressed up like ghostface charging right at you. you let out a loud scream, backing up into the wall but the figure used that to her advantage, her long hands engulfed your neck, pushing your head into the wall and tightening the grip, forcing a strangled whine to fall from your mouth as you gasp for air desperately.

tears began to fall from your cheeks, your hands came up to hold her wrists before hitting them, desperately trying to pry them off your neck. she swiftly slapped you right across your face and manhandled your frail body on your bed, choked whines coming from you in the process.

“you look so cute like this, crying and at my mercy.” her tall body straddled yours, under her coat and her skirt, you can feel her bulge on your tummy. no way she’s hard from this.

if you were gonna die like this you might as well see who this sicko is, you removed your hands from the hands that were on your neck and you reached up to the ghost mask, removing it from their head. your eyes widen when you realized who it was. wonyoung.

her soulless eyes looked down at yours, a smile slowly found its way onto her face which made shivers run down your spine. she removed her grip on your neck, but still remained ontop of you.

you inhaled air almost immediately, trying to catch your breath before you can question the girl. but before you could even speak, she held a butcher knife right under your chin, “don’t scream or move.” she spoke menacingly.

“since you can’t seem to follow orders i’ll force you to,” she sighs. she starts to slowly move her knife down to your shaking body. the metal causing goosebumps to awake on your body. she trailed down until she got to your bra, she easily sliced it in half with her knife. “hey! i just bought this!” you spat, your first time wearing this set and it’s already ruined? this really isn’t your night.

“shut up, whore.” she’s quick to bring the knife back to your neck, pressing down on it but not enough to draw blood.

your bottom lips quivers which makes her coo before she gets off your tummy and flips your body over. you yelp in surprise with how easy she’s moving your body.

before you can complain she’s pushing your head into the sheets and placing the palm of her hand to your back, forcing you to arch your ass up in the air. to position muffled anything that you might’ve said and you felt your heart drop when you feel her bulge prodding against your ass.

wonyoung slices your panties as well before placing the knife in her mask. she pulls her boxers down along with her miniskirt. she giggles as she hovers over you of you, large hands pinning yours to the bed before she leans into your ear with a wicked grin.

“i’m going to make you scream.”

“w-wait!” you quickly retort squirming under her iron grip.

she wastes no time before she pushes her cock deep inside your virgin cunt.

it was like the wind got knocked out of you. you can't even make a sound, all you can concentrate on is the burn on your hole being stretched out. she had just pushed in and her cock is already kissing at your cervix, just how big is this girls cock?

wonyoung harshly gripped your hips and pulled out until her cock head was the only length left inside you before violently thrusting forward, letting out a long groan at the satisfaction. her hands left your back to grab your wrists to hold them behind your back, and forcefully yanking you back down onto her cock. she wasn't letting you get out of this anytime soon.

she was using your body like you were her human sized sex doll. drool was running down your chin and down to the valley of your tits and your eyes were crossed over, "for someone that hasn't taken a real dick before--you take it like a cock drunk whore." wonyoung muttered loud enough for you to hear. if you hadn't been too busy cryin' n moanin' on her dick, you would've made a snarky comeback.

she's never heard your voice become this high-pitched but she wasn't complaining, "s-so big! y-you're gonna break me!!" you whined through your tears.

"and you're gonna keep taking it all in your little cunt. even after i impregnate you." wonyoung quickly agreed to your statement, shooting three spurts of cum into your cunt.

you thought she'd be done but her hips never stopped smacking into yours, instead, she flipped you over into missionary. she swiftly picked up your left leg, placing it on her shoulder to reach a deep angle.

she continued to drill into your cum-stuffed pussy, her cock heavily throbbing inside you due to just seeing the lewd sight below her, "like being fucked by a killer, gonna cum all over me?"

"uh-huhh~" your eyes rolled back and your body began to shake. she took one of you tits that's bouncing with her thrust into your mouth, earning a loud moan from you. you suddenly felt a little funny, almost like you had to pee? your body soon went limp before you let out a whiny moan, squirting all over her dick and pelvis.

"at first i was just gonna fuck you and then kill her." she pulls out of your sloppy pussy and grabbed her knife. you flinch at these words, a bit terrified of what was gonna happen next, "but i think i'll make you my cute cock sleeve."

[pearlzier]

Matt and Reader are fwb and reader gets impatient and fucks someone else. Matt finds out and bends her over the nearest surface, taunting her by asking “who fucks you better?”

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"greedy, fuckin', girl," every word is punctuated by a forceful thrust of matt's hips, and followed, after, by the pitiful whine slipping from your lips. you're wrecked, lashes fluttering against your cheeks with every blink as you try to maintain some sense of dignity. fuck dignity, you thought, when you return back to the sensation of his hips slamming against your ass with every movement.

"takin' me for granted, huh?" he coos into your ear, sliding his hands roughly over your chest and groping at your tits, squeezing to grab your misplaced attention. you'd spent enough time not thinking about him, had you not? so he'd make sure the only thing you could think about was him. only think about the way you whimper pathetically when he pulls out only for him to pound back into you moments later.

"after everythin' i've done for you," he may act like you don't affect him, like he isn't obsessed with you, but the way he whines low under his breath as he's got you bent over the arm of the couch, buried deep in your cunt? tells you everything. you know better than that, that he is obsessed, that he wants you to be his despite the whole arrangement. the thought makes you giggle, and you do, causing a groan from matt.

"gigglin' 'n' shit, baby? thought you were too dumb to speak.. maybe i needa' fuck you harder," he grunted quietly as he hiked you forward, fingers grasping at your head gently to let you plant your head in the couch cushion. a soft smile plays on his lips at the sight of your fingers grasping for dear life on the couch. "who fucks you like this? who fucks you better?"

your response was simply wordless whimpers and incoherent mumbles, the sound of skin slapping againsg skin making your brain fuzzy.

the entire, and only reason you were being bent over the couch at this very moment was because you'd been needy and impatient. instead of waiting for matt to get your release you so desperately craved, you'd gone and fucked someone else. you knew it wouldn't be as good as matt and surprise surprise, it wasn't, but you didn't know that matt would find out. or—respond like this. "i asked you a question, baby, c'mon," despite how annoyed he was with you, you could feel how much he wanted you.

"no one fucks me better," you manage, gasping softly when his angle changes and he thrusts even deeper, pathetic sounds escaping your mouth now. "no one, no one.. no one!" you cry out with a whine.

"there we go, there she is," matt wraps his arms around your waist and tugs you back against him, grunting with the movement but also smiling once more at the sight of you. "dick too good to run your mouth? that's it, that's what i thought. no one else," he whispers into your ear with a coo, "just me. say it for me? wanna hear it."

he knows exactly what he's doing—pounding into you like that and expecting you to speak coherently. but he played dirty. very dirty. "just you," you mumble out, "only you."

a smug chuckle slips past his lips, head cocking to the side. the bastard. "just me? only me? you spoil me, baby."

a/n ☆ first time writing smut lolz ! lmk how this is

taglist ★ @onlynextdoor , @junnniiieee07 , @st7rnioioss ۫ .

[kaoreta]

It's Not Like That! (Or is it?)

I finally got something done after scrapping a bunch of ideas! Sorry if it's bad though, got a little case of writers block...

Pairing: Floyd x Fem!Reader

Important Notes: You're a Putt-Putt Troll!

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Takes place after the events of Band Together, reader is an OG BroZone fan and their fav is Floyd, probably some repetitive things here and there lolz

writing is under the cut~

You were rolling around in the sand outside of the bar after BroZones reunion concert, two of Bruce’s kids were behind you, giggling loudly as they chased you around the area.

At some point, you rolled out of their line of sight and your thoughts began to wander…

Being able to see BroZone after all these years, hearing kids laugh cheerfully as you roll around in the summer sun… It all felt so surreal after being stuck in that old bergen golf course for so long.

Buuuut, you didn't have long to think on those thoughts as you accidentally ran into another troll.

Fortunately, the other troll landed on their back. You however, landed face first on the ground, and sand made its way into your mouth.

“Ugh… Oh- Hey, are you alright?”

You heard the other troll say, you quickly pushed yourself up and spat out the sand that was in your mouth before answering them.

“Yeah, I'm fine- Bleh!”

You cut yourself off as you spat out more sand, the other troll chuckled at your actions…

Wait a sec...

That laugh sounds familiar…

Lifting your head up to properly look at the troll you ran into, you saw…

“Wait- Floyd!?”

You questioned with widened eyes, did you really just accidentally run into your favorite BroZone member!? That's so embarrassing…

The embarrassment you were feeling only grew as he nodded and confirmed your words, you groaned out loud as you pulled strands of your hair over your face, mumbling an apology to him.

“It’s alright, mistakes happen… You don't have to hide like that, y’know?”

Ah, just as you’d expect from the sensitive one, his words were so gentle and kind… But now isn't the time for fangirling!!

“U-um… Yeah! You're right…!”

You let go of your hair as you cleared your throat, looking off to the side to hide your embarrassment, have I mentioned you're embarrassed yet?

“Hey… You’re a Putt-Putt Troll, right?”

He asked, you nodded your head, still looking away from him.

“Cool, I hope my older brother wasn't too serious for you.”

Floyd chuckled, you knew he was referring to the time you spent in the bergen golf course and you giggled along.

“He was fine, Viva balanced out his seriousness anyway.”

You replied, finally looking at him with a smile. Floyd only stared at your face as you looked at him, you caught onto this and waved a hand in front of his face.

“Uh… Earth to Floyd??”

You kept waving your hand until he snapped back to reality.

“A-ah… Sorry… I spaced out…”

He said as he turned his head away… Oh, so now it's his turn to do that, neat. You giggled and told him it was fine.

Just as he looked back to you, someone cut off your moment.

“There you are, Floyd!”

Looking over, it was Bruce, his children right behind him.

“And there’s ball girl!!”

One of his children excitedly exclaimed as they pointed to you, you smiled back at them as you got ready to go back into your ball form.

“Wanna play another round?”

You asked them with one eyebrow raised, they cheered a bunch of yes’s and without missing a beat you rolled off again, hearing their laughter and footsteps behind you once again.

“So, what’s that troll's name?”

“It's… uh…”

Floyd trailed off, Bruce laughed as he watched his younger brother struggle to remember.

“Did you forget to ask? That's not a great start to getting a girl, y’know?”

Floyd groaned at his older brother's words, feeling embarrassed by them.

And that embarrassment only grew as another one of his brothers overheard Bruce.

“Wait… Floyd’s got a crush!?”

JD exclaimed, eyes widened and mouth agape.

“N-no! It's not like that…”

[imgondeletedis]

IT IS THE

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’ SHORT N’ SWEET ‚

ERA

this pic is my editing lolz

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brina’s 6th studio album ~short n’ sweet~ is out, and honestly i love it so much so far, and it is motivating me to write one-shots (let's pray if i wrote any i would post them bec i have so many drafts including 2 chapters of “i love you it's ruining my life” that i am hesitating to post bec well looks like i am not myself’s biggest fan when it comes to writing (though i do write ALOT it is my only passion lol)

but this album gave me so much ideas to so many characters from different universes so i have decided to do something i never did and I am going to accept requests about certain characters inspired by the songs on the album (you choose the song, and choose from the characters i write for)

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✯ ⋆·˚ ༘ * ♡ my current muses ♡ :

╰┈➤ benedict bridgerton form the bridgerton universe

╰┈➤ james potter from the marauders universe

╰┈➤ sirius black from the marauders universe

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: ̗̀➛ some notes ✧.* :

those three characters i write them “ x reader” (i do love some ‘already-existing ships’ like wolfstar and jily SO MUCH, but i am afraid i can never do specifically those two ships justice)

the one-shots inspired by this album will be mostly until now ‘modern au’ but i’ll see what i can do ♡

requests are open my loves, but just know i take my time with my writings i don't like writing something fast, and unedited so if you sent me something and i didn't respond to it just know that i am taking my time so it can live up to your expectations, no i am not ignoring you (i can never ignore any of you♡)

important note: .I DO NOT WRITE SMUT. i am not comfortable with writing it,, i can however allude to it since it would be MORE than required with some of these songs ahaha

when requesting please choose the song, with which character and SPECIFY the ending you want (as in happy/fluffy ending, angsty, alluding to smut, etc) bec if you don't i will just go with whatever the song says/alludes to, and if the song doesn't specify either i will probably make the ending angsty bec that's my thing hehehe

i didn't try to write for another characters/ships from the two universes mentioned above, so also i don't know how would it feel because tbh no one inspires me like these three hehe (maybe + remus lupin/moony) , i can try and write for others though or existing ships but no promises.

i can try and write for some characters in the MCU but it depends honestly (i did write something once for ‘an-already-existing’ ship but it was a scrap) so also no promises

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So yeah that’s all babes,, happy ’ short n' sweet ‘ day to those who celebrate🙏,, and whether you don't or not, hope you have a SWEET day💓🫶. (sorry if that post is not so short, hopefully you find it sweet though🫢)

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[whiteteadreams]

Hello~ I really enjoy your fics and wanted to request a Wonho one. Maybe something where he is more submissive x gn/male reader- only if u feel comfortable. Thank you in advance 🩷🫶

Untitled (for now)

Pairing: Lee Wonho x GN Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: Idol AU, Established Relationship

Warnings: smut, mature language/cursing, reader slut shames wonho (ITS SEXY), reader calls fans whores, aftercare because it's important!!

Smut Warnings: Degradation, reader uses wonho, face slapping once, dumbification, objectification, overstimulation, anal sex

a/n-i am so sorry that this took as long as it did. but here it is! i hope the wait was at least semi-worth it. i truly did some research so i didn't make my writing too feminine, (IT SHOWS I CARE!) unfortunately i'm not too proud of this work but it may be bc this is my first time intentionally writing gn reader or bc it actually ass sucks lolz. AGAIN, I AM SO SORRY!!!!!

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Awaiting his arrival, you sat on the plush couch in your shared apartment. Fuming, you tapped your foot on the floor, reminding yourself to calm down. It really wasn’t that big of a deal, he was yours, they were just fans behind screens. But still, them thirsting over your lover, was something that tested your patience. 

From the photo he posted you could tell he was almost done. His muscles bulged from use, sweat dripped down his face and neck, and the towel wrapped around the back of his neck. It shouldn’t take him too long until he was back where he belonged, with you. 

whorerat: OMG HIS THIGHS

jenosslut: nah, i can make him sweat

(s)creamingg: my manssssssssss

They were harmless and you knew that. He himself had reminded you. But as you scrolled through the comments of fans lusting after Wonho, your anger grew.

Your eyes snapped from your phone and to the door once you heard his car pull into the driveway. Getting up, you walked to the door, unlocking it and having your hand on the knob. Hearing the storm door open, you turned the handle and swung the door open, scaring him.

Ignoring his shrill shout and wide eyes, you jabbed your pointer finger at his broad, sweaty chest.

“You’re such a slut!” Wonho’s ears burned at your accusation and he caught on quickly but the color remained.

“Oh! You liked my post?” He threw you a lopsided smile and walked towards, lightly pushing past you and inside the house. 

“Of course, I liked it! You’re my boyfriend! But it seems like I wasn’t the only one who liked it.” Wonho didn’t take your annoyance to heart, he found it endearing.

“You know…your opinion is the only one I care about.” 

“Hmph.” Still, his answer didn’t satisfy you. 

“Seems like I’m going to have to remind you who you belong to.” 

Wonho was taken back by your voice, which had turned dark, husky almost. He turned around to question your intentions but was given an answer immediately when you pushed him backwards and onto the couch. 

“Now, what was your motive with this? What made you decide to post a photo of you shirtless, legs spread in front of a mirror, with sweat dripping down your entire body? You’re telling me that you didn’t post that because the attention makes your dick drip?” 

“I did it, because I wanted you to do this…”

Instead of even addressing his confession, you just laughed, causing the color in his ears to deepen.

Stepping closer to his figure on the couch, you bent down to plant a sweet kiss on his lips to let him know that you weren’t actually mad at him. You could feel his once tense body release said tension, and he was able to truly enjoy what was coming next.

Without interrupting your kiss, you swung your leg around his thigh before repeating the action on the other side.

“Please, please, just touch me. Do something, please.” Wonho hid his face in your neck. He was too embarrassed to look at you but still knew what he wanted, you.

Teasing your fingers up the inside of his thigh, you could feel the muscles hidden underneath his skin tense at your touch. 

“How am I supposed to help you if I can’t even touch you properly?” Faking ignorance, you moved your head, forcing Wonho to look at you. 

The color in his face has yet to drain but eagerly, he nodded and lifted his hips. Once his ass was lifted off the couch, he grabbed the hem of his shorts and boxers, pulling both off his hips all in one go. 

Sitting back down, Wonho looked at you, anticipating your next move. 

“Hard already? I haven’t even done anything yet. Maybe slutting yourself out just gets you off, huh?” HIs eyes widened and he was quick to deny your allegation. 

“M-no! Just you, I wanted you to see!” It was pathetic really. How nervous he was, was absolutely pathetic. When he walked through the door, his sweat from his work out had chilled into his skin, but now, new beads were forming at his hairline from the sheer nervousness that was coursing through his veins. 

“Aw, how sweet. Wonho got all hard at the thought of slutting himself out to me.” Words dripped with a sweet poison from your lips and he wanted nothing more to catch the drops before they fell too far. 

“It would be such a shame if I were to leave you like this, but I guess not, you have all your whores in your comment sections thirsting after you.” Wonho knew you’d give him what he wanted, you always did, but not before making him suffer first, but the fear in the back of his head that today may be the day you make him take care of himself still nipped at his thoughts.

“No, I just want you please! No one else can touch me like you!”

“No one else can touch you period!”

“Yeah, no one else!” He was slurring his words at this point/ Saliva was overflowing from his mouth, causing him to drool all over himself.

“But, because of what you did, I’m gonna treat you like what you truly are. Just a useless dildo made for my pleasure.:

Wonho held no objections, he spread his thighs apart so you could use him to his full potential. That fear of you leaving him untouched lodged in his throat once more as you walked away suddenly towards your shared room. Now with you out of his sight and him knowing better than to get up without your permission, he relied on his hearing for any hints on what you were doing. It didn’t help much as he just heard you rummaging through what he assumed to be a drawer. 

Soon the noise stopped and you entered his sight, trying to see what had changed, Wonho looked at you up and down only to be met with confusion. Your clothes were still as you left them but your right hand was clutched around something, hiding it from his view. 

“Oh don’t worry, I just got some lube so it’s easier for me to use that stupid cock. Maybe that’s why it’s so big, because you’re so dumb…gotta make up for your flaws somewhere I suppose.” 

So lost in desperation, Wonho blindly nodded. You doubted he actually knew what you were talking about which caused you to laugh at him. 

“Please, just touch me, I need you. Just use me!”

”At least you know exactly what I’m going to do.” Hooking your fingers in the waistband of your sweats and briefs, you pulled them down in one go and stalked towards the giant trembling man at your use. 

Without exchanging any words, you popped the cap of the lube off and squeezed a dollop out onto two of your fingers. Moving those fingers back to your rim, you fingered your hole on top of Wonho, letting out exaggerated moans to get the point of you not needing him across. When his whimpers picked up from you rolling your hips into his, you stopped your little show and decided to get the real attraction going. 

Pulling your fingers out of yourself you squeezed another dollop of lube onto them, this time you used it on Wonho, wrapping your hand around his cock, you moved the lube up and down, squeezing his dick harder than necessary. When Wonho jerked up in your hand, rushing your pace, you used your free hand and brought it across his cheek harshly.

“Quit thinking with your fucking dick.” Shocked by your slap, Wonho nodded without making eye contact, as this was uncharacteristic of him, you were slightly worried, that was until you felt his dick throb in your hand.

“You’re a little pain slut, aren’t you?” He nodded more confidently which made you think he wanted you to hit him again, but you didn’t give him that satisfaction and instead of that sharp stinging feeling, he was granted the feeling of you sinking down onto his dick. 

Tightly closing his eyes, Wonho gasped at the sudden feeling. You could see him fist the couch fabric and try to adjust to you.

Like the good boy he is, Wonho kept his hands to himself, keeping those hands at his sides, he let you use him like you wanted.

Bouncing up and down on his dick, you changed your pace when you could feel him start to buck up into you. There were several times that you had to actually lift off of him as he got too close to the edge before you allowed him to. Looking down at his cock, it strained, trying to find some friction that would allow him to finish. 

“I didn’t say you could cum Wonho…”

Closing his eyes in what you could only assume as concentration, he nodded and you slid back down onto him. But before you could even move, you felt your hole fill with his cum. 

“Are you serious? You were being so good?” 

Not even letting him respond, you went ahead and started going again. Ignoring his whimpers and pleas to stop, you giggled and tweaked his nipples.

“I told you I was going to use you; it isn’t my fault that you didn’t listen to me or wait. This is just what you get.”

Moans continued to roll off his tongue, and with how loud he was getting, you were worried the neighbors would hear and complain. Connecting your lips as one, you swallowed all of Wonho’s moans as your own since you were the cause. 

When Wonho’s hands moved from his sides to yours, you didn’t complain. He pulled you closer to his chest, needing something to secure him as he was getting close again. 

“Please, I need to cum again.”

“Wait so we can finish together.” Finally, he listened for once. 

His grip tightened drastically, you knew that in the morning, there would be Wonho finger shaped bruises decorating your skin. Clenching down on him, you moved faster, trying to catch up with Wonho so you could make good of your suggestion. 

“Fuck, almost there Wonho, hold it.”

Your movements were sloppy, quick and with a purpose. It took only a couple more rolls of your hips before the both of you were coming undone. 

You felt your cum shoot out and when you looked at its landing place, it was all over Wonho’s abs. And his cum just added another layer to your walls. 

Heavy breathing and sweaty skin sliding together was the only thing you could pay attention to. The feeling and sounds of Wonho fogged your mind and when you looked at him, it was obvious he felt a similar way.

“You did so well. Let’s get you cleaned up okay?” Wonho nodded and allowed you to pull him up and off the couch. He followed your lead to the bathroom and watched you set up a bath for him, even adding bath salt to help with his post workout muscles. 

“Alright Wonho, it’s warm enough, let’s get in okay?” Your voice was back to its soft and quiet nature. 

“You’re not actually mad at me right? By posting the picture and everything?”

“Of course, I’m not mad! You’re hot and I love that you know that I just gotta show you who you belong to every now and then.”

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4 MINUTES EP 3 THOUGHTS + THEORIES

Will contain spoilers

This was a wild one guys. My mood went on a real rollercoaster on this ep and I have SO many questions. There were so many moments that was so LOLZ to me I have to include them in this post when I usually focus on the more serious shit.

First off, the 11:00s in this ep. The first time we see the 11:01 in this ep is when Great is alone, the first on his phone, then the digital clock, then the large projection, like in increasing size and possibly danger and awareness that there is something up. If I remember correctly in ep1 Great is also like "It's already 11pm?" but when he checks Korn's watch he's like huh, and then when Korn is with him his phone shows 07:13. So maybe this seeing of 11:00s is not new. I saw many theories on how what we are seeing is Great's past and the time that moves from 11:00 onwards is the actual time that future Great is living. Initially I didn't believe in this but it is starting to be really potentially possible cuz if not why would it be only seen when Great is alone.

For the first time since ep1, analogue clock is seen with 11:01. It does give us the visuals that we are getting closer and closer to that time of death as compared to just numbers changing on the digital clock. This whole scene of Great staring at the clock, unmoving and people moving around him is so tense for me. The ticking of the seconds hand, footsteps plus the music change to that frog sounding thing at the moment he is alone, then increasing in volume while zooming in on that clock really heightens the suspense and tension. Then the music immediately stopping once he isn't alone. Like damn.

The "Can you forgive me Great?" scared the shit out of me. Is that Great seeing what Tyme may write in the future potentially? It seems like Tyme is the only person that will do something wrong to Great, especially with Great finding out his brother's attacker is Tyme (I will get into that oh my goodness).

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE I JUST REALISED SOMETHING. Mod (the girl that passes Great the thai tea) is the same person that Inspector Win tries to talk to. And then Tyme says he asked a friend of Great's if Great likes thai tea. I'm assuming Tyme knows Mod and if Mod is linked to Tonkla's brother, does that mean Tyme has something to do with Tonkla's brother?

I don't think it is a coincidence that both of these are written in blue pen and are shown in the same ep. I may be tripping but I'm guessing Tyme wrote both of these, which means that Tyme has something to do with not only the people trying to take down the mafia but also the death of Tonkla's brother. May be a stretch but we see where this goes.

In this shot, as Great approaches Tyme it is actually slowed down. It sort of feels like Great is reaching a safe place with Tyme, when just a awhile ago he was stressed with all the clock ticking, time seemingly jumping around for him, and when he meets Tyme he is, well, stable.

My favourite part of this ep is actually the GreatTyme moments. It was nice and sweet, first date vibes. I screamed when they held hands actually like OHMYGOD SO CUTE. Also Bible holding a stuffed toy and making it talk is fucking adorable i swooned. The fact that Great isn't that averse to seeing him and Tyme in his visions is actually nice when initially dude looked terrified (pic from hospital scene in ep 2 when bro looked so weirded out I laughed).

The music in this scene is beautiful and the use of guitar and piano is so amazingly fitting. Gentle vibes all across. Up until the end it actually becomes a bit more melancholy with mainly only piano used, possibly foreshadowing that this happiness won't last, considering how much Tyme is hiding from Great, even when Great is quite openly honest with him.

The piano is also used as a nice transition into the next scene where the mood becomes more tense, instead of just dropping it and moving into fast rhythm music. The shot where the woman turns and suddenly the man isn't lying on the couch anymore puts in just the right amount of suspense with the timing although we know he's right there and then he pops out behind her and whacks her.

After some realisations there's more to unpack from this shot now. Firstly, inspector Win standing on the grey side of the building rather than the white side, possibly showing his change from a morally "I'll do what is right" person to possibly becoming less so as he uncovers that the justice system isn't always right, and that he is becoming more involved with Tonkla, who did kill someone, whether for the right reason or not. Next, Mod does not ever cross this line that separates them, maybe showing that she is indeed part of the group that is trying to take down (?) the mafia but also that her and the group are not on the side of the law.

The separation of Great from the "real" world with the glass windows, with all the clocks around him at 11:01. This could possibly be a nod to how disjointed he is from the real world, and is he really in the real world? So confusing. And then we have Great being Greatlock Holmes.

Camera here tilts to the right to fix itself.

Once Korn leaves the camera tilts towards the right again. Clockwise and more. Possibly showing time is passing and getting closer to death and also the distortion that Great feels whenever he is alone.

LAST SCENE: Tyme voluntarily taking off the mask so that he does not fight with Great? Did Tyme intentionally approach Great because he knew of Great's family's ties to the mafia but over time realised Great just doesn't know much? Sounds familiar, doesn't it? (cough kim)

thanks for reading this has been a long one.

[4-linz]

Oops

Pairing: wooyoung x y/n

Genre: fluff, chaotic fluff lol

Warnings: some cursing(I gotta stay minimal with it tho bc I write these on my school comp 😭) , wooyoung is kinda panicking lol, wooyoung is called an attention whore but in a good way pls dont hate me 😭 ,reader is called ning like 3 times , grammar might not be correct I'm tired lol, I think that's it

Summary: wooyoung is confused on how you got into his heart, he never told anyone about his mental list he made, not even san so that should say something, so how did you do it? Was its on purpose to mess with him? Or on accident

Wc. 1.69k

A/n I wanted to write and I had just reread @yuyusuyu princess chronicles and I wanted to do something similar with wooyoung :) pls I'm dieing I h8 using ppls ideas but I'm in writers block and I need to write rn 😭 so creds to @yuyusuyu for the idea lol I hope this is good cuz I luv her work and I don't wanna ruin her reputation lol I also have a feeling this is gonna be a short fic bc again I'm in writers block and that's all i can take rn lolz

Wooyoung never thought he could find a relationship that was near the thing he and san had going on (even san doesnt know whats happening tbh), but here we are, you slowly winning over his heart. How? He doesn't know. He has a very very very very very- i can keep going but what i mean is he has a very secret procedure that even san doesnt know about, but it's a way you can take over his love life, so you somehow slowly completing the 5 steps was very concerning.

Step 1. Treat him like royalty

Well you don't have to bow down and worship him but you just have to treat him him like the mona lisa, praise him- and maybe worship him, he likes to be praised and feel noticed-attention whore is his middle name after all- so when you walk into the room with him and everyone else and you notice him first and COMPLIMENT HIM AND ONLY HIM?!?! He was feeling a little lightheaded, “ oh hi woo! I like your hair, it looks different! In a good way of course-” you said slightly rambling at the end “ oh- um yea… i um-” he stumbled out “ i uh WASHED IT, yea, yea i washed it." He said trying to redeem himself and act cool because seonghwa was looking at him weird. “ for once you washed it” san said scoffing, without him knowing- or did he? San had saved him from an awkward situation “HEY i do wash my hair thank you very much” he said huffing, pouting but quickly opening his eyes when he heard you laugh.

Step 2. Find him funny

(or just try to laugh at his ridiculous jokes)

The sound of your laughter filled his dorm, san had left to go out with Seonghwa, leaving him alone and so of course he invited you just so he could hang out with his now crush for a movie night!! Why else would he invite you over…?He found himself in a trance listening to your laughs, they sounded like music to his ears, literally he was listening to the rhythm in your laughs and thought they sounded so much like you, the beat matched your personality. ‘ wooyoung stop that's weird, and nothing like you.’ he said when he came out of his little bubble when ever he heard your voice tinted with worry as your friend was looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face and was very silent, which was very concerning given its wooyoung. The look of worry on your face made his heart flutter, where you really worried for him…? ‘ shit im fucked’ he thought

Stept 3. Worry/care for him

“ wooyoung? Are you in there?” your voice sounding small compared to the yelp wooyoung let out upon hearing your voice in his dorm.” OW SHIT, ning is that you?!” he yelped, he had hurt his leg and couldn't attend practice, him not being there worried you given he had always been there, so you went to his dorm. “Woo what were you thinking laying on the edge of the couch,be careful you could hurt yourself more if you do that?!” You said scolding him lightly,the worry in your face very clear,” you didn't hurt yourself more did you?, here let me get you some food so you don't have to walk.” wooyoung hoped you didn't notice the slight blush on his face when you lifted his chin forcefully checking to see if he hurt his face during the fall. “ Goddammit, step 3 , 2 more to go and I'm done for..” he mumbled “ did you say something?” you said, peaking your head out of the other room. “ OH-UM-NO '' he quickly said, hoping you don't suspect anything and hoping you truly had not heard anything he said.

Step 4. Being rough with him.

(do i really ahve to explain?)

Wooyoung's heart fluttered when you cupped his face and moved it left to right to see if he had hurt his face, he had fallen trying to learn how to skate. He had failed horribly but that's not what mattered right now, what mattered was you were holding his face. “ Wooyoung, I told you, you have to be more careful” you said with a slight pout, worried about your best friend. You had to put your whole body strength into helping him up because he was so zoned out all his body weight was on the floor. But the words that snapped him out of his little trance were enough to heal him right then and there “ when we get home do you wanna cuddle and watch a movie?”

Step 5. Physical affection.

“Ninggg hurry up and bring the popcorn” wooyoung shouted, he had been alone in his and sans dorn because apparently san couldn't deal with wooyoung's ramblings about you so he left with seonghwa, of well at least that means he can invite you over more right? Wrong, this is the first time in weeks he's invited you over because he couldn't muster up the courage to ask you.” I'm right here..?” you said laughing when he turned around and saw you, his eyes widened in amazement on how you could find that much popcorn in his house, where it came from? No idea he's been trying to find popcorn for a month and has found none so how did you find some? No clue, but he didn't really care as his heart picked up when you sat very close to him. Very close.and his heart picked up even more realizing you two were watching a scary movie. He could be your knight in shining armor and hold you close when you got scared. Well you ended up holding him like he's a baby but that didn't matter to him even though he's going to be very embarrassed later. What mattered right now to him was trying to calm his heart, from the jumpscares and the fact that you two were there cuddling?! Mostly the first option , but hey those things were scary, don't judge>:(

Another time he found himself in this situation was on his birthday, wooyoung and you tangled up in each other limbs, the others where getting the place ready so of course you offered to keep him busy while the others fixed up the dorm for him, so you invited him over, which he couldn't say no to you. He was laying on you the couch and you were running your hands through his hair, which in hindsight helped him alot with what he was going to ask you. You had single handedly finished all 5 steps without knowing? Or maybe you did know? He doesn't know but he needs to ask you about it. It's been eating him alive for the past week. He knows he shouldn't ask on his birthday because what if you say no? But he couldn't wait because, what if you say yes? No birthday present could top that. Here he goes, his heart racing he manages to strangle out a “ hey ning…? “ ew he thought, why did it sound like that, he was cringing until he heard you say back “ yes? Did you need something?” you smiling down at him calmed him down a lot more than he thought “ can i ask you something?” he took a deep breath “ of course, anything woo” you laid your phone down to put all attention on him, still playing with his hair. “ i um- do you um “ he stuttered “ dammit” he said sitting up “ is there something wrong wooyoung?” concern filling your face “ i like you. Like I ‘like like’ you.” he said getting it out there, but before you could say anything he continued “ and i was wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometime…?” he couldn't look you in the face because he felt like he would explode. For real he was holding his breath for so long he felt like he was going to burst. “ woo i-” you giggled and he turned around ready to be faced with rejection. “ of course i will” you cupped his face and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He looked like a lost puppy, eyes wide and frozen in shock “ wait you- you like me to?” ugh he sounded like a 2nd grader finding out their crush likes them back. “ Of course I do woo, who wouldn't love you?” you giggled at the end. Just as wooyoung went to speak he got interrupted by your phone going off saying it was time to bring him back to the dorm for his surprise.

Hwa: hey were done over here if you wanna bring him back

You: okay! But warn san if he's coming back to stay with wooyoung lol

Hwa: oh good lord

Smiling at yourself you took him by the hand and told him you two where going back to his dorm for something.Lets just say he went back to the dorm holding your hand and he was the happiest birthday boy in the world. But wooyoung had one more question before he went back to the dorm "wait so did you know about the list or not?" He questioned you "what list?" You questioned back "wait so your telling me you completed a whole goddammit list without knowing it ever even existed?!" He squealed out "Oops" you shrugged and laughed

[constesplanetarium]

☼⚠︎Yandere Bartender x GN!Reader Oneshot

Darkness rating ) 5/10 : “Do you need a bandaid?”

Neither the bartender nor the reader have any specific appearance, so you can imagine them however you’d like. ^^

The only thing I specified is that the bartender's name is Marcus (potential new oc, you might see him around more often :) If I do write him more, expect his character to change here and there (maybe he’ll be a little less crazy than this one shot of him) ^^

I might edit it a bit to fix up some things here and there, but for now, enjoy :)

THERE’S ANOTHER PART TO THIS!!! consider this part his current version :)

you can read it here!!!

CONTENT WARNINGS (Spoilers)!!!

Blood/Blood being unknowingly consumed.

In the bonus portion, there are mentions of stalking, needles/syringes, and general obsession around the end of the one-shot. Also a light smut mention near the end :)

Word count: Around 4k words (I got carried away lolz)

Soft jazz music fills every empty part of your head as you step into the dimmed bar. The bar has a certain warm, cabin like vibe that makes a fuzzy feeling spread throughout your whole body, alongside the delicate musk of alcohol, whether it be tequila or vodka. Luckily for you, there are only two people at the bar stools, both sitting on opposite sides, so you get to fit yourself snugly in the middle, away from everyone else. In the middle of the bar table, a man is slowly cleaning an empty glass with a rag, looking extremely bored with his life. He’s obviously not busy, so maybe he can serve you a drink or two.

You walk up to the bar stools, and he immediately looks up at you making your way over, setting his glass down with a small clink. He throws the rag aside and rests his hands on the table as you sit up on the stool.

“Hey, you’re coming in a little late, huh?” He taps his fingers on the watch set on his wrist, and you suddenly feel a bit insecure sitting on that stool. It was a bit late, about 11:37 PM. “No, It’s alright, I’ll still serve you. What can I get you?” He gives you a soft smile, bending down and resting his hand on his cheek as he stares into your eyes. A soft twinge of embarrassment fills your body, as you get a good look at him up close. This guy is pretty good-looking. He gazes at you for a couple of seconds until he snaps out of it, his eyes darting away for a moment. “Sorry.” He laughs and looks back at you. “I’m a bit tired, it’s been a long shift. You can call me Marcus.” He stands back up and taps the gold nameplate on his chest, reading out his name in black text and a fancy, cursive font.

… Marcus?

“... Oh! Yeah! You’re in one of my classes aren’t you?!” His face practically lights up and he shakes his hands around in excitement. “Thank god, someone to talk to here!”

He sits around the back of your class, always tending to be more quiet than everyone else. You’ve only talked with him once or twice during a group project, and even then, it wasn’t really a conversation. You've never seen him with anyone else around campus either, but at the same time, you rarely see him around at all. No wonder you didn't recognize who he was at first.

“Oh right, obviously you’re here to order something. Duh.” He goes cross-eyed and bumps his head mockingly, afterward looking back at you. “What can I get you?”

You’re still quiet for a few seconds, and then he raises a brow at you. “... You don’t know what to get, do you?”

No. No, you don’t.

“That’s fine. I’m indecisive too.” He sends a small wink your way, small shivers rising up your spine. It’s more embarrassment than fear. You aren’t exactly dressed to impress at the moment. “How about a suggestion? I know some good drinks since, well, I work here.”

You nod your head eagerly, not wanting to take up too much of his time. It’s not like anyone's waiting for him, though.

He grins at your acceptance of his offer, and he rubs his chin a little, taking small glances at the environment around you two. You assume he’s thinking about what drink to serve you, and suddenly, he clasps his hands together.

“How about a bloody mary?”

You’re not a hard drinker, per se, but you know enough to understand what a bloody mary is. It’s that one drink with vodka, tomato juice, and lemon juice, isn’t it?

… Isn’t there hot sauce in that drink?

You raise your brow at his suggestion. A bloody mary? You weren’t really in the mood to drink anything too heavy, nor anything with vodka and hot sauce poured in it. He could see your hesitation and laughed it off with a smile.

“No blood mary, huh?” He rubs his neck and looks up at the ceiling, apparently thinking of another drink to make you. His eyes suddenly flicker back to yours. “How about a shirley temple? It’s non-alcoholic if alcohol is what you’re worrying about in the first place.”

Your head tilts at the drink suggestion. You’ve never been to too many bars, and each time you’ve gone, all you’ve gotten is a glass of water or a bit of soda. He senses your confusion and drums his fingers on the table.

“It’s a mix of ginger ale and a splash of grenadine, all with a cherry on top.” He makes a motion with his right hand as if he’s topping an ice cream cone with that exact cherry. “Grenadine is a sort of pomegranate syrup if you didn’t know. Good stuff. Though, if you don’t like ginger ale, I can always use different things.” He extends his hand to you and starts to count on his fingers. “Lemon-like soda, lemonade, or even orange juice if you want. Oh!” A bright smile spreads on his face, making you admire how cheerful he is. “I can even mix two drinks if you want. I personally like to make mine with lemon-lime soda and ginger ale.”

Oh? That doesn’t sound bad at all. You nod and he claps his hands excitedly. “You want my version?! Alright!” He laughs and fixes himself up, pretending to slick his hair back as he puffs his chest out, providing you with a small comedic show. “Uhm, excuse me though, I have to get an extra ingredient out the back.”

You sit there in silence for a few minutes, until he comes back with a small, shot glass full of a dark, red liquid. He swishes it around a bit and sets it aside.

“We keep some strawberry syrup in the back.” He chuckles. “I always like to add some to my shirley temple.”

Strawberry syrup? Wow, this drink actually sounds delicious. Surprising, since it was a drink recommended to you on a random whim.

He reaches down and emerges with a tall, empty glass, alongside a small can of lemon-lime soda, and ginger ale. “Alright, you get to watch me work.” He hums happily, reaching down again and pulling out the grenadine.

Er, now that you get a good look at him, he looks paler than he did a few minutes ago… Is he alright?

“Pale?” He pours ice into a shaker and the empty glass as he raises a brow at you. “Do I look like that?” He shakes the cans of soda around, cracking both of them open at the same time using the table ledge. He gives you a small chuckle and wink. “I told you, long shift, remember? Ah, the regulars were extra ruthless this evening…” He murmurs, pouring the grenadine into the empty tall glass, alongside the full shot glass of strawberry syrup. “A group of old guys that come in every so often. A group of 4.”

The syrup is strangely liquidy for a so-called “syrup”, but you don’t think anything of it. “They ordered like, 10 drinks, I’m telling you. It was all heavy shit too.” He stops and chuckles quietly. “Sorry. I’m not supposed to curse at work. Anyway, they’re all heavy-ass drinkers.” He starts to shake the ginger ale and lemon-lime soda together in the shaker, looking at you as he does so. “Like, how many drinks can a 56-year-old man down? A lot, I’ll tell you.” He pulls the lid off the shaker and peers into the cup randomly. “Luckily, it’s pretty slow now, just take a look around.” He licks his lips as he pops the lid for the shaker back on, and he pours the shaken liquid into the glass, bending down again to emerge with a single cherry. “Too bad that was the most exciting thing to happen to me today. Just a bunch of old guys being loud. I was almost thinking about kicking them out, but they tip well, so… Eh.” He tops the drink off dramatically, acting like it’s a ticking time bomb ready to explode, before dropping the act and handing you your drink. “You better drink it all before I do.”

You grin as you take a good look at the glass in front of you. The grenadine and strawberry syrup at the bottom made an extremely pretty red ombre effect after the soda was poured into it. You lift the glass to your lips, as he looks at you eagerly, full of interest, and you take a couple of sips.

… This tastes odd. Not odd in the sense that it’s bad, or in the sense that you were drugged, he’s a bartender. He wouldn’t do that.

Would he?

You take a small glance up at him before taking another few sips, and it hits you.

Yeah… This does taste a bit odd. You purse your lips in discontent.

… Is that the small taste of iron?

You look up at him in confusion. You’re not bleeding from your mouth, you’re sure of it. Is the grenadine or strawberry syrup expired? He frowns as you stare at him.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like the drink?” He rubs his arm uncomfortably, and looks at the drink, placing his hand on top of yours. “I can make a new one if you’d like.”

He did make the drink in front of you, and you didn’t see any sort of drug added into it, alongside the fact that he’s offering to make a whole new drink for you… He didn’t drug it after all, huh?

“No, it’s okay, I, uh, understand how people can be nowadays.” He tried to laugh it off, but his smile faded into one of discomfort. “Sorry. It might taste a little funny, it’s just the way I prefer to make it.”

You shake your head and bring the drink to your lips again, taking another couple of sips to show him that you don’t mind. You just assume it’s one of those drinks that you just have to get used to the more you drink it, similar to a rich whisky or even just fairly sour lemonade.

“Oh.” He leans down and rests his arms on the table, watching you drink your shirley temple with joy. “It’s still good, right?”

You give him a small thumbs-up of approval, and he chuckles to himself quietly.

“Good, that’s good…” He pauses and takes a small look around the bar. It looks like he wants to say something.

“Are you, uh… Are you busy for the rest of the night? My shift ends at 1:30 AM tonight. I’m working overtime, so…” His eyes don’t meet with yours, as he stares at your drink. The deep reds swirl at the bottom of the cup. “It’s only me tonight. Everyone else already left. Look.”

You didn’t even notice.

No one else is in the bar anymore. It’s only you and him.

… He looks so sad at the thought of being alone. It’s not like you’re busy or anything later, right after this you’re going home. Even more, you took the bus here, and there’s been news of recent kidnappings after bus rides recently…

“You’ll stay? Really?!” He grins and claps his hands together a couple of times. “Hell yeah! Oh, hold on.” He runs over to the door of the bar, flips the “Open” sign to “Closed”, and he locks the door. He makes his way back over to you and starts to talk again. While he walks over, you take some more sips of your drink, and you were right, it gets better and better as you drink it. “I can make you another drink if you’d like. How about another shirley temple? Maybe a virgin sunrise tequila cocktail? Hmm…” He pushes the small door blocking people from getting access to the bar, and starts to take off his vest. “Maybe a New York sour?” He sets the vest aside, placing it next to you on the table. His gold nameplate glitters in the dim lighting of the bar, and he lets out a small sigh. “Uhm, thanks for staying with me, by the way. I know you just started to know me but it’s really nice of you…” He gets quieter and quieter, and it comes to a point where he stops talking to just stare at you.

… He’s starting to look scary.

“Hmm?” He snaps out of it once you ask him if he’s okay, and he shakes his head, brushing it off. “Sorry, sorry. I’m still tired.” He fixes his shirt, running his hands down and up his chest to get rid of all the wrinkles. “Er, how about we start sitting together in class? You don’t sit with anyone you know.”

How does he know that?

“I mean, you’re always alone when you walk in class, and you never talk to anyone either, so…” He laughs a little, taking a quick glance at your drink. The drink is almost finished, and just a bit of the grenadine and syrup sit at the bottom. “Want me to make you another one?”

You nod and he leaves you for another few minutes, just to come back out with another shot glass, full of that same strawberry syrup. You wonder why he doesn’t just bring the bottle out, since you’ll probably just ask for another one after this.

“The bottle?” He grins and starts to prepare the drink again, popping open the soda cans against the table like he did earlier. “It’s not a bottle. It’s this fat-ass container. Think of those big ass bottles of ketchup they have at like fast food places or something.” He pours the grenadine and syrup into the glass again, and you get a good look at his face. He’s pale again. Does he feel sick? But you remember that he’s tired, and brush it off as soon as the thought enters your head. “It’s a hassle to bring it out, so what the other servers do is they’ll bring out a shot glass of it to make drinks, like this.” He picks up the shot glass to point your attention to it, and pours the soda and ginger ale in the shaker. “We’ve been thinking that it would just be better to have a small bottle of it out here, like the ones with the vented pourer at the top, those glass ones, yeah?” He shakes the drink, ice rattling around in the container. “Or maybe one of those syrup pourers you see in those pancake places, haha.” He stops and pours the soda into the cup, making that beautiful ombre effect again. “Want the cherry?”

Yes, please.

He grins at your nodding and bends down, pulling up a single cherry as he tops your drink. “You didn't even eat the cherry in the last one.”

Oh yeah, you didn’t. You glance at the empty cup full of ice, and the single cherry lying there.

“I got it.” He reaches into the cup and takes the cherry out by the stem, setting the cherry in his mouth. You watch him chew on it as you take a few sips of your drink, that mellow taste filling your mouth again. He pulls the stem off and takes the cherry pit out of his mouth. “I, uh, I always hate the pit.” He tried to laugh but suddenly seemed a little out of breath. He looks away and you saw his face shift from happy to… You can’t tell.

“Hold on, the trash is right here…”He bends down, almost bumping into the bar table, and seemingly throws both the pit and stems away. “Sorry, I suddenly feel tired.”

You frown and take a good look at him. He does look strangely sick all of a sudden.

“Hmm? Oh, no, it’s fine! I don’t have to leave yet, ahaha…”

“... Close early? No, it’s fine.” He hums and grabs a random rag, suddenly cleaning the bar table, and making swirling motions with his hand. “I have to clean up anyway.” He points to the tables around you two, littered with dirty glasses. “Uhm, give me a few minutes, okay? This won’t take long at all.”

You watch him run around the clean every table, scrubbing them down and washing the dishes. You offered to help several times, yet he refused your assistance every time, brushing it all off with an “I’m fine!” or an “I’m almost done.” Around 30 minutes had passed, and even after he finished cleaning, he made you another drink.

“You feelin’ okay?” He takes a seat next to you, on your side of the bar this time. You’re on your third drink by now, and this time you decided to let him make a New York sour, damn these drinks are good. “You’re not tired, are you?”

Shouldn’t you be the one asking him that?

“Me? I’m okay!” Granted, the color did return to his face, and he seemed a bit more peppy now. “We just have a few minutes until 1:00 AM.”

You take the last sips of your drink and think.

…You have classes early tomorrow.

“... Leave early? Why?” He frowns and looks at you. “Ah, do you actually feel tired? Sick?” He sets his hand on your forehead, making your face warm up. He leans in close to you, and you can practically feel his breath on your neck. “... Do you need anything?” He speaks softly to you, as if you’re a loved one, a significant other. You don’t say anything, and just shake your head a little to his question. He nods. “If you need anything, I’m here.” He hums, his hand making its way to your cheek. “You’re too warm, maybe you really are sick…”

You shake your head no aggressively, frowning at his gesture. You’re sure he meant well, but he can’t just touch you out of nowhere like that. What the hell is his problem?

“... Sorry.” He murmurs, moving his hand away, and it falls loosely to his side. He takes a peer at his watch and is quiet for a few seconds. “It’s almost 1:00 AM. Do you really want to leave early…?”

Yes. Yes you do. He looks at you a little heartbroken, but shakes his head, as if to get the feeling out of his body, and he just smiles. “It’s fine. C’mon.” He steps off the stool and grabs his vest, beckoning you over. “I’ll have to drive you home, unless you have an Uber at this hour?”

You wince. The buses aren’t open this late, but it’s not like you were going to take one anyway. No way in hell you were going to take an Uber either.

“Sure, just give me your address.” He locks the bar door behind him, then he leads you to his car, and it’s a nice black sports-like car. You can totally see him driving this kind of car around. He pulls the passenger door open for you, bowing a little as you step in. A few seconds later he sits into the driver's seat and turns the car on. “Your address?”

…

His face turns into one of shock, and then he grins. “No fucking way. You live in my apartment complex?”

Woah. It’s coincidence after coincidence with this guy.

“Well shit, this makes everything easier.”

The cold air hits you suddenly as you step out of his car, and the little jingle of his keys makes you turn to him.

“What floor do you live on?”

The second floor. And your next-door neighbors are dickheads.

“Mmn. Me too.” He chuckles and slips the keys into his pocket, rubbing his arm again. You both walk to the building and he just talks along the way. “It’s a bit cooler today than it was last night, haha. I would’ve brought my coat, but I didn’t check the weather this afternoon…” You both make your way to the stairs and start to walk up. You take your keys out of your pocket in advance. “I was going to ask which room you live in, but that’s a little much, huh?”

Eh, you might as well tell him, right?

“205, huh? I’m literally down at 210.” The lights in the hallway are dimmed as you both try to step in as quietly as you can, especially you. “Want me to drop you off at your room? I don’t mind.”

You shake your head, but thank him for the offer.

“Mmn, see you tomorrow classmate.” He hums and waves you goodbye as he keeps on walking to his room. You wave goodbye too, push the keys into your lock, twist, and then walk into your apartment.

Home sweet home.

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕦𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍!

I watch them walk back into their apartment, and take a glance at the 205 on their door. It’s not like I didn’t already know anyway. I’ve known that they live with me for a long time now.

They need to become more aware of their surroundings. What if someone else besides me was following them home? To their classes, to their favorite place to eat, to their doctor appointments…

I step into my apartment, and it suddenly hits me again.

Holy shit. They drank all of it. Every drink I gave them. And they loved it. Every single one.

A part of me, inside them. Oh, how incredible…

I feel my cock harden in my pants, and I grip my keys tightly. I don’t want to do that right now, but I don’t think I can fight that urge for long

I sigh dreamily and throw my keys onto the kitchen counter, digging into my pocket as I pull out the two cherry pits and stems from their drinks. I can feel my heart pound as I stare at the pits. I get to add something else to my collection, wow…

I don’t take my eyes off the pits for even a moment as I push my bedroom door open, squatting down and pulling out my box. Black, decorated with a red ribbon. I set the pits and stems into the corner, along with the pen they dropped one day while they were walking in front of me.

I hesitate for a moment, before pulling out the capped syringe from my pocket. I stare at the dried-up blood inside the tube, dropping it inside the box with everything else. I have to clean it. The blood’s gonna rot if I don’t, but I’ll just do it tomorrow.

I’m so excited, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight.

I can feel my hands shake, and even the blood run through my veins. Tomorrow needs to hurry up and come. I need to see them again…

[lanas-delight]

from across the room.

♫ rec: about you by the 1975

✰ an enhypen scenario || gen!reader x jake

✰ description — a disastrous break up, raging arguments, fading love, and what could’ve been.

✰ warnings — language, arguments, mention and accusations of cheating, and a LOT of angst.

✰ note — u guys dont know me yet but i have been told im a mastermind when it comes to writing angst 😍 (ive js made my friends cry with what ive written before lolz) anyways enjoy! 🤭😅

Relationships never lasted with you. It was never your fault exactly, it was either them not being ready for it or just plainly doing you dirty, but you always moved on. It never phased you much, any of it, though that was because all of those people before weren’t him.

His name was Jake. You met him exactly two years and 23 days ago. Your two year anniversary was 18 days ago. You loved him, and he loved you. Everything was good. You were already living together, which happened about seven months ago, but there hasn’t been any issues. Everything was good—until it wasn’t.

“You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was,” Jake huffs, falling back onto the shared bed of yours. “Trust me, I hate it just as much as you do, maybe more,” he was referring to the business trip he was being forced to go on for a few days. He leaves tomorrow, and he hated that he would have to leave you again. This wasn’t the first business trip he’s ever been on, especially lately. He had gone on seven the last two months alone. You kept count.

"When will you be back?"

"Saturday?" He sounded unsure. "I'll call you once we get there, though," and he sat on the bed, putting on his shoes and tying the laces before continuing to pack his suitcase. You didn't say a word, only sat beside his suitcase and in hopes to reassure you, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You, however, just sighed and looked over at his direction, your eyes avoiding his, earning a puppy-like look from him. "What?"

"You sure have gone on a lot of trips lately," you remark, though quietly. He stares at you as you continue, "I'm worried, Jake."

"About?"

A sudden twist in your stomach, you felt sick. "Nevermind, I'll sound stupid," but he sits with you, worried and concerned terribly.

"No, what is it?"

You sighed again.

"Talk to me, Y/N."

"Are you having an affair?"

Jake laughed. He laughed. "What?" He scoffed, "Why would I ever cheat on you? Are you insane?" Such a kind thing to say to your partner, but he took it back instantly. "I'm sorry. That wasn't nice. It's really just a business trip, Y/N," he tells you, "I only love you."

"But how can I trust you?" You stood up, apart from him as he watched you with furrowed brows. "You've gone on so many, so often, you—You barely call when you're gone. How am I supposed to be sure you're not in bed with someone else?"

"Y/N," he shook his head, "If you don't have trust, we—"

"We have nothing, right?" And you turned, "Nothing new," You then walked off but he followed you into the kitchen, his packing coming to a sudden halt as he tried to make things right with you before he would leave. You grabbed some of the dishes and started to hand-wash them, while he stood near you and tried to reason with you.

"You're being ridiculous," he tells you, a bit rudely, "Why won't you listen to me?" But you ignore him. "Y/N, please. I don't want to leave with us like this. I love you—"

"Then prove it," You turned to him suddenly, "Prove that you love me, because you don't. You sleep in our bed for a couple nights then you're off on another trip. You kiss me but there's no love. There's nothing. There's . . ." You sighed, "There's nothing between us anymore. Because of you."

Jake took a step back. "Y/N, what are you saying?"

You pulled your phone out of your pocket and looked through your photos, showing him a screenshot you had taken off of Jake's phone. Messages with a girl who you didn't recognize, but when you messaged the girl, she swore they were just friends, that she had a boyfriend. But even that won't stop a girl sometimes. You didn't know how to feel, you weren't even sure if the messages had the intent of an affair. It was innocent chatting, you thought, but the fact he couldn't bring himself to look you in the eyes then made you realize the truth. It wasn't innocent. It wasn't a surprise either.

"I don't know why you talk to her, tell her everything while you tell me nothing, but if she's what you want, then she can have you." You threw a pot down in the sink, creating a loud noise to echo through the kitchen and the rest of the apartment as you stormed out, grabbed your coat and slid on your uggs. "I'm going to F/N's," you say, seeing him appear in the hallway behind you. "Goodnight, Jake." The door slammed behind you and you left, leaving the love you had once for him behind.

He called twice, left a voicemail, and sent over 30 messages, explaining everything. He didn't have feelings for that other girl, though he didn't give you any reason to think otherwise so you left that night. You didn't want anything to do with him. Genuinely, you didn't. You didn't know if he had actually cheated, though he claimed he didn't and that he would never do that to you, but he opened up to that girl about things you never even knew an ounce about.

She did have a boyfriend, but it wasn't until a week later that she texted you, telling you that she did like your boyfriend, which caused her own boyfriend to dump her. It wasn't surprising to you at all.

You had been staying at your friend's house for the last week, so when you finally called him back, you only asked him if he had any feelings for that girl. He didn't say anything. He hesitated, but he said no. However, that wasn't enough for you. You hung up on him and texted him that you were through. You asked him to have his stuff out of your apartment by next Friday, which he agreed to.

But on that Friday, when he was taking the last of his stuff, he stopped and looked at you coldly, unsure what to say but spoke anyways. His voice deep and hurt, just like his heart, just like yours.

"You didn't fight for us," he told you, "You didn't even care to listen to what I had to say. You leave every time it gets hard, you blame me for everything I do, but what am I supposed to do when you won't even hear me out, Y/N?"

"I don't know," You stared back at him with crossed arms, "Maybe don't cheat on me?" You scoffed, but he couldn't believe you.

"Why do you have to brush me aside like that?" Jake questioned, "You never listened to me. Have you even considered the possibility that I didn't open up to you because you didn't give me the chance to?"

You unfolded your arms, but you took his words the wrong way. "Are you implying I made you cheat on me?"

But that enraged him. "I didn't cheat on you, Y/N!" He raises his voice, throwing his hands in the air defensively, "I talked to who I thought was my friend, about personal stuff because I couldn't bring myself to talk to you about it, so instead of just trusting me to tell you on my own, you go through my phone and accuse me of cheating on you."

"You hesitated," you threw it back in his face, "When I asked you if you liked her, you hesitated before saying no. You had to think about whether or not you liked another girl while you were with me. Do you not realize how pathetic that made me feel?"

"Do you not realize how pathetic you've made me feel?" Jake remarks, tears in his eyes, mirroring yours, "I'm the bad guy in every part of this story, Y/N, because you won't even give me the chance to explain myself. You keep dismissing me and ignoring me, but why won't you listen to me? I love you with all I have, Y/N."

But you wiped your tears, sniffling. "I never want to see you again."

His eyes grew wide, but he didn't fight against it. He grabbed the last of his stuff and left without another word spoken between you both.

There was a party. You didn't know anyone but your best friend, but as she had gone off with her boyfriend, you were now alone, sitting on the couch, drinking liquor out of some plastic cup. You wore a red dress, made of satin, with heels that weren't too high that your ankles wanted to break but not too flat that made you appear too different from everyone else. You didn't want to be different, easy to single out. You wanted to fit in, just like everyone else. But you weren't like everyone else. That was clear the moment he saw you.

The room was crowded. You could barely see over dozens of people piled into one room. Music blaring, dim lights as one of your favorite songs started to play. People were dancing, people were drinking, having a good time like there was no tomorrow. And there he was, standing by the wall. You could see him through the small spaces between people. His eyes were glued to his phone screen for a fleeting moment, one that felt a little too long until he suddenly met eyes with you and in response, you smiled at him from across the room, while your heart jumped out of your chest and you had never felt more noticed in your life.

He approached you soon enough, breaking the awkwardness with a little joke before he sat beside you and started an easy-going conversation with you about what you did for work, what he did for work, etc. The night ended with a lightly-sober kiss between you both, where he said something so beautiful to you that you swore it was engraved into you. He said, "You are so pretty when you smile, but when it was just at me, like I was the only person in that crowded room, I knew it was you that I'm going to fall for." Five days later, after a couple of sober dates, he was your boyfriend. And for two years, you promised yourself that he was the one. Until he wasn't.

You had a dream once, that you married Jake and had a family with him. You had a couple of dogs, ones he and the kids all named like Scout, Georgie, and Layla the 2nd. You had your dream job, as did he, and you were just so happy with him and the kids. He had built you your dream house, with a concrete pool and a beautiful backyard that the kids would run all over in with the dogs. He had always promised you that he would anything for you—build you a house, give you the family you wanted, be the husband you needed. You loved him with your entire being, and he felt the same way about you.

But it had been five years since the break up. You haven't heard from him in at least four years, and the last thing you were told, he was engaged to some new girl and was moving back to Australia after the wedding.

You had met someone else, too. You had only been dating for a few months now, nothing too serious just yet, but you were just getting used to being in a relationship again. You were taking it slow, not wanting to rush anything.

You didn't have feelings for Jake anymore. You haven't loved him in years. But there's a part of that wishes that fate would lead you back into each other's lives, single and open for a second chance. But that was never going to happen. You were never going to be the one he stares at from across the room, where you smile at him and start the love that should have lasted forever, but it never stood a chance. You had moved on, and so has he. The memories of what love gave you both lingers in your eyes, your mind, and for the rest of your life, you'll know that it just wasn't meant to be. From across the room, you'll stay, and regret ever smiling at him for he became the love of your life, just as quickly as you left him. It was over. But you were okay.

You had to be.

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A/N - sorry guys i felt like hurting feelings today mb

[onthewaytosomewhere]

okay so last week between sunday and wednesday i was tagged by so many of ya ... then i didn't do anything cuz well vacay and coming home and all that jazz so queueing this bb up so it's ready to go and don't hafta figure out what to post later ... (and not have it be one of my firstprince week things)

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today we're getting some words from the southern philanthropy one night stand fic that is still begging for me to finish it ...

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peek under the cut for the smut-ish words

They make it back to the bedroom; it’s a slow, staggered progression with stops for kissing against walls and hands grabbing whatever skin they can. The few buttons Percy had buttoned on his shirt somehow get undone without ripping the shirt or the thread holding them on. Pez pushes Liam against the door once they reach the bedroom, and his hands are under Liam’s shirt, sliding it up as he kisses him as if he never wants to stop. They do pull apart long enough for Liam to pull his shirt over his head as Pez drops his own to the floor. Liam has a surge of confidence and starts leading Pez toward the bed. Pez’s lips and hands are all over him, and he returns the touches and kisses just as fervently. When they make it to the bed, Liam falls onto it, pulling Percy with him, surging up to continue kissing him—kissing Pez is like nothing he’s ever experienced. The slide of Pez’s skin against his alights every part of him, and he’s burning with a fire that he’s not sure will be put out by just an orgasm. Percy kisses his way to Liam’s neck, finding every spot that makes him moan—he’s a whimpering mess by the time Pez finds one of his nipples and licks. “Pez, fuck …” He doesn’t know what else he planned to say as all thoughts leave him as Pez sucks his nipple into his mouth, working it with his tongue and lips and teeth and leaving Liam a moaning, writhing mess on his bed.

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Kylian boyfriend possessive smut

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞 [𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖]

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : In which your boyfriend, Kylian Mbappe, reminds you who you belong to.

Word Count : 1.9K

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Sorry for the long wait!! It always takes me a while to write smut because I don't write smut in public LMFAOO [aka when I am at school] Thank you for requesting and I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

Site note: final exams have approached so for the next few weeks I may not be able to post as much I'd like too but expect at least once or twice per weekend. It really depends on how much I can do this week because so many requests are smut and it takes me forever to write smut since im still new when it comes to writing it LOLZ (you can still request smut im just saying :3 )

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ I haven't been able to write as much as I usually do because of finals, and I'm now following up on current requests because I'm a little behind. You can make a request, but please keep in mind that it may take me a week or more to respond. mwah mwah love ya! ♥

You and your boyfriend Kylian are at a fancy event, dressed to the nines and enjoying the ambiance. As you make your way through the crowd, you notice a few glances directed your way, but you pay them no mind. Kylian, however, seems to be picking up on the attention and starts to feel a bit uncomfortable. He leans in close to you and whispers in your ear, “I don't like the way those guys are looking at you. You're mine, and I don't want anyone else checking you out."

His possessiveness and jealousy may have been toxic to other people, but you always found it attractive. You say, "Baby, you know I only have eyes for you," as your cheeks grow darker and you put your palm on his chest. He nods in agreement, but that doesn't imply he enjoys seeing other men eyeball you. Your body, including your contours and face, is all his. He is also not the kind of person who takes pleasure in sharing.

As the night progresses, you and Kylian are having a good time together, and he eventually excuses himself to use the restroom. 

While Kylian is away, you spot a male friend of yours, Alex, across the way. You wave and he makes his way over to you.

"Hey Y/N! I didn't know you were going to be here," Alex greets you with a smile.

"Hey Alex! Yeah, Kylian and I decided to come last minute. How about you?"

"I'm here with some friends. You know how it is," he chuckles.

You both continue to chat and laugh, catching up on each other's lives since you last saw each other. However, as Kylian returns, you notice his demeanor change. He walks towards you both with an intense look in his eyes.

"Hey, sorry I took so long," Kylian says as he reaches you. His gaze shifts to Alex, and his tone becomes tense. "Who's this?"

"Oh, this is Alex. He's a friend of mine from college," you reply, hoping to ease Kylian's jealousy.

Kylian's eyes narrow as he looks between you and Alex. "I see," he says curtly. "Well, it was nice meeting you, Alex. But Y/N and I were just leaving."

Alex nods and backs away, sensing the tension. You watch as he disappears into the crowd before turning to face Kylian, who is still looking at you with a dark expression.

"What was that about?" you ask, trying to understand what set him off.  Kylian grabs your hand and begins to drag you outside in the parking lot.

"I don't like the way he was looking at you and I already gave you a warning when we first arrived here so now I feel as if you need a reminder," Kylian replies, his voice low and tight.

You're doing your best to keep up with him, your breath quickening as your heartbeat pounds loudly from anxiety and excitement. "Kylian, we were just catching up. "He's just a friend," you say, attempting to persuade  him.

Kylian's jaw clenches as he opens the passenger door for you, not answering your initial statement. "Get in there and buckle up."

You sigh slightly as you move into the passenger seat and fasten your seat belt. 

Of course, you obey him and remain quiet. You know you're going to be punished when you get home, and even though you don't like getting punished, you can't help but be excited about what's to come.

As you both drive home, he stays quiet, lost in thought. Upon reaching home, he steps out of the car and walks around to your side, opening the door for you in a chivalrous gesture. Gratefully, you take his hand and he guides you inside your shared abode.

He draws you close after stepping inside, wraps his arms around your waist and pressing you firmly against the door. He presses his lips against yours with delicate desire, savoring the intimate moment. You sigh against his lips, and he inserts his fingers deeper into your hips, prompting you to whine. He lowers his hand, lifts your dress, and begins to stroke you through your panties.  He kisses you once on the lips and then starts kissing you all the way down to your neck. He licks and nibbles on your neck as he continues to play with you through your panties. 

"I think you forgot something, Y/N," he murmurs against your skin before raising his head to speak in your ear and slipping your panties to the side, feeling how wet you are already for him, putting two fingers inside you as he continues, "You are mine."  You gasp at the sensation of fast pleasure, gripping the door knob as your leg trembles slightly. 

“K-Ky-”

"I don't remember ever telling you to talk."

He inserts another finger, causing you to gasp loudly and almost collapse if it weren't for his hand remaining wrapped around your waist. Kylian smirks at your reaction, kissing you on the lips one more time before removing himself from you. "Let's go upstairs to the bedroom."

He smiles at you with desire before grabbing you by the waist and tossing you over his shoulder, prompting you to squeal as he rushes to the bedroom.

Once into the bedroom, he places you on the bed and immediately climbs over you. As he lays in between your legs, your legs are forced to open up. You can feel his bulge against your needy cunt even if he's wearing dress pants. "Y/N, can you feel what you've done to me?" He pulls your hair with his hand, forcing you to look up at him and briefly bites his bottom lip, "You look so pretty underneath me right now," he says seductively. He then presses his lips hungrily against yours. You moan against the kiss that has turned on more than you expected, lust and need coursing through your veins as you crave him. As you open your mouth to let his tongue explore inside, his lips feel so good against yours. You want him to devour you, take hold of you.

He breaks away from the kiss, stepping away from you as he rapidly removes his shirt and undoes his pants. You swiftly remove your dress and bra while lying on the bed. You're still wearing your panties and high heels. As you were going to undo your high heels with the tie leg design, Kylian presses you back on your back, now only in his boxers. "No, leave them on." They look good on you." He smirks as he grabs your thighs and pulls your legs open. He licks his lips at the sight of your crimson lace underwear, which barely cover your cunt. “Look at how wet you are for me, Y/N. Your body knows who owns it,” he traces his finger over your abdomen. “Kylian please,” you beg as you look up at him feeling needy. “Please what?,” he questions as he leans over you, pressing his hard bulge against your panties. “Tell me what you want, Y/N. Use your words.”

“ I want you inside of me. Please, fuck me,” you beg. And that was enough to make Kylian snap.

Kylian gets off of you and stands up at the side of the bed. He slips your panties off and raises one of your legs, allowing it to rest on his shoulder. He pulls his boxers down, letting his aching cock to slam up against his belly button. He grabs it and rubs it along your slit, lubricating it with your fluids. "Let me remind you of who you belong to."

He rams himself into you without spending any more time. You exhale a loud gasp, arching your back against his body as he thrusts in and out of you. As he pushes you down onto him, he has one hand on your waist and the other on your leg. He groans as he sees your boobs bounce up and down, his body becoming even more turned on by the pleasurable expressions on your face. "Remember this the next time a guy tries to talk to you," he moans, thrusting harder into you. Because the sensation is so great, you can barely form words or see straight. Your entire body is on fire, and you feel like crying from how fantastic he is making you feel. "Y/N, tell me who owns you….Who does this pretty pussy belong to?" he demands as he pants. Your head is still on cloud nine, and you can hardly hear him as you grip the covers firmly. The only sounds coming from the bedroom are your pleasurable cries, his moans, and the clapping sound of your bodies colliding with the push. “Say it, Y/N. NOW.”  He removes his hand from your hip and moves down to rub your clit as he continues to thrust, your body trembling from the feeling. “Y-YOU Kylian YOU OWN ME! ONLY YOU!,” you cry out making him groan and continue to fasten his pace. 

 Kylians cock fills you up with ease, due to his large nature, and you loved every single feeling of it. You could tell the feeling was mutual due to the way his jaw was clenching and the groans that would occasionally escape his lips. Only after him continuously thrusting inside of you for a few more seconds, did your body begin to tremble harshly- hinting at an orgasm quickly approaching,” Ky-Kylian Im c-close!” You moan loudly as he pushes your leg down and grabs both of your hips,lifting your body from the bed slightly as he continues to pound your cunt. He groans, “I am too,” and you begin to feel his thrust begin to get a bit sloppy.  As he begins to thrust slower, but making sure to go deep each time causing you to cry out. “You are so gorgeous my love, I love hearing you cry for me. Your body is mine,” He begins to quicken his pace, “You are all mine… only mine,” Kylian cues as he throws his head back, groaning loudly. You continue to moan, “Y-Yes Kylian Im all yours! Only yours!,” you continued to spill out words, not even clearly knowing what you are saying at this point from the euphoric feeling. Kylian moves his hips faster causing his thrust to become harder, causing you to scream his name loudly- not being able to give him a warning and beginning to have an intense orgasm. You are gasping as your thighs begin to shake violently, your pussy squeezing tightly against Kylians cock. He winces from the painful, yet pleasurable feeling before groaning loudly and cumming inside of you as well. He thrusts slowly as he feels the cum shoot out of him, “You are such a good girl for me. MY good girl,” he says with grit teeth. You moan from the feeling, your legs continuing to tremble. You love feeling his cock pump all of his cum in you,after all, you are his.

Once Kylian feels as if he is done, he pants heavily and pulls his cock out of you. He watches as his cum with a mixture of yours oozes out of you, feeling turned on once more from the view. “Fuck…..,” he grumbles as he collapses against you.

You just had the best sex with Kylian….. you can't even feel the heels on your feet right now. You don't even mind that his cum is flowing outside of you. You're exhausted, but you can't help but think about next time, you should intentionally get him mad to feel his possessive sex again. 

[scyphosunny]

vargastober day 1 !! time to make pretty pieces !!!

HUGE RANT INCOMING !!!! LET'S GET TO IT

okay so it's currently almost 5AM and i set up an alarm in four hours but hey let's just write an entry right now :DDDD ( at this rate i will die soon

i remember that when i saw this prompt in the list , my brain immediately said " 20 / 21 " . YOU KNOW ME , I JUST LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH . and once i had all of the prompts , i put all of them in one of those websites to randomize the order of something ??????? yeah . and " memory " was the first one to appear . ( smiles mischievously

okay . . . of course i had to get something to do on the very first day . i'm going out with my famiily today , and i won't be back until tomorrow . . . great timing isn't it

so idk like three hours ago i had to SIT DOWN and work on this . i was extra stressed because i chose to work on some edgar / jake first , for some reason .

then my sister got home and YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS , IT'S CODE LYOKO TIME !!!!! it was like 10PM and i didn't want to get myself to work on it . i really didn't feel like drawing yesterday . but i still did , because usually that means i can just push myself a little bit and if i get something that i like at least a bit , i'll probably just work with it and enjoy it !

for this whole thing , i had an extremely specific reference saved SOMEWHERE on my phone . that thing when you see something neat , and you're like " hey i want to draw that " then , take a screenshot and forget about it forever . I HAD THIS ONE REALLY FRESH ON MY BRAIN THOUGH !! and even if there's plenty of things i could do for this one ( fuck , i even have a whole pinterest board for them !! and for the rest of the characters , really ) i really REALLY wanted to get this one done taking that picture as a reference .

it was a picture of a little girl kneeling down to get some flowers . . . and the whole thing just screamed childhood for me . i could probably just do the whole thing without a reference but i wanted to see the background and overall the slight blurriness to it . that would be harder to recreate without a reference . but i just had this picture floating somewhere on my phone's photos . i didn't even remember the year i took the screenshot ! and i didn't want to check through 13k pics on my phone to find it . i used to clean my gallery a lot , but since i got a phone with a fair amount of storage ( unlike last one ) i stopped doing it so much because it isn't really necessary anymore lolz . so yeah . . . i didn't want to look for it . last time i checked my phone's photos from last year i got depressed because i fully believe i had everything and lost it all . but hey that's not the point-

at the end , i did find the picture ! didn't take too long , too . . .

and here it is ! a tiktok screenshot of an age regression post . really fitting . i wanted it to have this kind of , hazy dreamy end to it . a memory . ( laughing

GOT TO WORK . I HAD TO . THERE WOULD BE NO TIME THE NEXT DAY !!!!!!!!!

first i made this incredibly poor sketch to see how bad it'd look because HONESTLY i didn't think i'd get it right first try . AND I HAD NO TIME TO TRY AGAIN

i've been working with backgrounds for a while , and one thing is certain . i SUCK at them i've already had two pretty pieces ruined by shitty / unfinished backgrounds . last one i made ( the fireflies one ) was at least a bit better . and well , IT WAS FINISHED .

the main problem i had with backgrounds is that , my art is pretty line heavy . and the way most people do backgrounds is just like , scribbling things around with big brushes and stuff . first time i tried . idk it just looked odd ! the characters were so sharp looking and the background looked blurry , almost . i don't even have a picture to show because the file of the piece i'm talking about got CORRUPTED at some point , so . . .

there's this guy on instagram that makes tutorials and just MAKES IT LOOK SO EASY IN WAYS I COULDN'T UNDERSTAND . i did notice something , though . . . this person started with the background first , then drew the character . made sense . i mean yes , that would make the character actually fit in the piece . . . . . . it's funny because yeah common sense OF COURSE you start with the background but MY BRAIN REFUSED TO ACCEPT IT FOR SOME REASON i don't want to draw boring backgrounds I WANT TO MAKE PRETTY CHARACTERS WITH PRETTY HAIR AND PRETTY CLOTHES

( by the way , this is the guy and this is the tutorial i followed ! check his art everything's so cool

i COULDN'T ALLOW MYSELF TO FAIL THIS TIME so i tried it this way . didn't take a lot of screenshots of the progress because i was like JUST FOCUSING ON GETTING THE PIECE DONE but hey i had some screenshots i sent to brusk

started with the sky . . . then added clouds , some mountains . . . brusk told me she liked it ! that it had undertale vibes lolz

then adding bushes . . . some trees . . . the place scri would be standing on . . . i watched the tutorial , got similar colors but still took the reference pic as well , a reference lolz

if there's something i hate , is detailing grass . really really hate it I CAN NEVER MAKE IT LOOK RIGHT . seeing just a nice , open field like this one made me think of another drawing idea i have for them

i have at least three pieces like this on my pinterest ideas board . i was like " what if i do something like this instead " but NNNOOO !!!! I HAD A REFERENCE TO FOLLOW ! and quickly got back to the original idea . hmm . . . i still want to draw a piece like that , though . . .

then , i just detailed the grass a bit more . . . added pretty yellow flowers .

i liked how it looked so far ! which was surprising . i usually never like my backgrounds .

then , TIME FOR THE FFFFFFUN PART !! SKETCHING THE CHARACTER !!!

this was the initial sketch . i keep saying " YYEAHH I DON'T DRAW LINE !! MY SKETCH IS MY LINE !! I'M COOL AND SUPERIOR " but nah this piece and most of them have at least the smallest sketches . i lied to you guys .

honestly . . . i didn't really liked how it looked . bleh .

still , chose a nice , pencil-like brush to work on the line . the background doesn't look really sharp , and i wanted to avoid the problem i talked about before ! characters looking solid and background looking blurry . i used this brush before for a little thing before and i thought it'd be harder to use . but everything okay .

this is what the line looked like at first ! love detailing lines and stuff but i didn't really give myself enough time to detail this one as much . half of the details would be lost , at the end . . .

flat colors ! and a pic of william looking like he's constipated on top lolz . that frame is so funny . i know he's suffering and getting his memory back BUT IDC . I KEEP WATCHING CL ANALYSIS VIDEOS . I CAN'T HELP IT , THEY'RE SO COOL TO WATCH

i had to make my colors a bit less saturated for them to fit the piece . you can't really notice at the end , since the filters i added made it look normal lolz

little break to talk about mmmusic !!! okay so , you know . i really like code lyoko . they have this fake band called " the subdigitals " and one of their tracks was used on the credits of the show . nice song . well , once i read in reddit that they had actual songs ! so , i searched in youtube and THEY DO HAVE MORE SONGS ! a fair amount of them , too . . . so i've been listening to them for days now . THEY'RE REALLY GOOD I CAN'T HELP IT

i really like how distorted XANA's eye looks here lol

( also this is just an excuse to show my old youtube . i love add-ons

BACK TO DRAWING . after flat colors , shading was next ! and oh i've seen people shade with purple since i was a kid . but i was like " that doesn't make sense . I'M DIFFERENT AND I'LL DO IT ANOTHER WAY " so i did , but IT JUST DIDN'T LOOK RIGHT . so i had to . ( sigh ) . shade with purple . ( and it looks great !

TO BE FAIR i do add a bit of a darker blue when shading but this time i just used it as it is .

oh also i did have to go back and correct the colors a bit for it to fit better . this time , i didn't color his hair like i usually do ! i wanted something less scribbly , more solid . . . i think it looks pretty . his hair is shining !

SCRI DIDN'T HAVE FEET AT FIRST i didn't draw them because i mean you can't really see them on the reference picture . but here it just looks like he's SINKING INTO THE FFLOOR OR SOMETHINg so i went back and added them . . .

coloring the line was really important on this one ! at the end , scri did look sharper than the background AGAIN so i tried and colored the line in a way that it wasn't that noticeable . i like it . should do it more often .

even after colring the line he still didn't so i had to save the background and a png of scri's character , set them on a different canvas and then blur scriabin just a little . I REFUSE TO MERGE MY LAYERS . YOU CAN'T MAKE ME

once the colors were set and done , i went to add a bunch of filters ! only to notice that !! i forgot the freckles !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! way to go , sunny !

( most of the pics i added here do have freckles on them because i took them after finishing the piece but . yeah

so i had to GO BACK get everything set and add the filters again . AND , AFTER 5 HOURS OF WORK , WE HAVE THIS PIECE !!!! i forgot the freckles because i don't add them as part of the line anymore . they were harder to color like this . . . so i just paint them on his face when i'm rendering . ah well .

i was strugggggling to find a way to crop it , and now half of the background it's gone . gggreat . i don't think i achieved that hazy feeling , if i'm honest . . . but i still like it a lot . so i'm pretty happy with the result .

( also , i should sign these . it's been a while since i signed any of these ! i just don't know where to add the watermark !

this is the pic with and without the filter !

then , i go to bed , get comfortable and warm . only to realize . . .

I FORGOT . THE YARN . ON SCRIABIN'S HAIR .

GOD DAMMIT

i tried to add it on ibis paint because i DIDN'T WANT TO COME BACK TO THE FILE , ADD IT , CROP IT , PUT THE 999999999999999 FILTERS I ADDED AND GET IT ON THE POST . let's just say it's on the bit of hair we can't see on the picture .

i fforgot it because !!!!!!!!! i ddddon't know !!!!! HOW CAN I FORGET THE MOST IMPORTANT PART WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU

oh , and also . this is how my canvases usually look . i make huuuge files just so i can have lots of spacte to add a bunch of references in the canvas and then crop everything out when i'm done using them .

like this piece i made for the askblog ! hahahahah

i don't really know if there's anything else to add . just that i'm glad i'm doing this , i'm glad i got this one done on time AND I'M EXCITED TO WORK ON THE REST OF THESE

happy october , expect more pieces soon ! :D

( also , as an extra ! here's the piece my 10y.o sister made for today ! lolol

( bbbbefore you come at me and be like " why did you show vargas to a ten year old WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU " i kind of . didn't ? and did at the same time ! she saw me drawng them a year ago , got interested and i explained their dynamic to her . now she knows them ! of course , she doesn't know the DEEP PART OF IT lol

[lancer-the-blue]

Episode 3 let's gooo! It's been some good shit so far

Gods damnit the Temple of Spinjitzu looks amazingly beautiful

Also cutest baby Riyu sleeping must draw

Awww I'm loving Arin's enthusiasm it's infectious

"Maximum awesome!" Stealing this

Ha love Lloyd fucking with Sora like that hilarious

Riyu's beaten his cutesness score! Look at him doing push ups! LOOK AT HIM

Awww that pic of Sensei Wu in the back hits hard

Lolz I know Lloyd ain't buying their shit but I love the idea of there being a multi cultural event at the crossroads celebrating different cultures, sounds amazing

Haha the Spinjitzu course fucking up is kinda funny "it always worked when Wu did it!" Priceless

"I was suppose to be doing that?" Adhd Lloyd confirmed

It's genuinely really wholesome Lloyd trying to mimic Wu ngl

Them be really judging Lloyd's facial hair? Gods this is so goooood

"TRUST ME IT'S THERE, NOW TRAIN" gold! This dialogue is pure fire!

Aaaaahhhhh the opening is so goooood, why can't it be a tad longer damn it

Gods I'm loving the call backs to Wu training Kai annnnd that Arin is naturally good at the training course by default because he innately knows Spinjitzu again the attention to details us amazing this season

Calling it here Lloyd knows they're planning to go to the Carnival

"Sneaking out will improve our stealth skills even Lloyd would appreciate that" gods damn it Sora is written so goooood

Is Riyu getting bigger or is the model just a bit off in that scene

Gods Riyu's disguise is so cute

Haha person charming, loving these call backs to previous seasons

LUBO LUBO

Gods I love frog guy so much!

Frohicky? Really *that's* his name?

Haha love the French snail people

*is that one of Kalimaar's siblings*

Also Lubo making is rain is peek

*is this the end of Lubo?' Noooooooo!

Gotta appreciate them reusing a lego set design more than once in the show ngl

That Hypnobrai being a chick really calls into question why Scales' partner wad pink lolz

*WAIT LLOYD DIDN'T NOTICE THEM GOING AND IS GENUINELY OBVIOUS*

"They snuck out! We would of never done this to master Wu!" Says the guy who *literally* released the Serpentine

"Ha that's a lie we totally would of" low key made me snort

"No Kreel, Lubo is spending Lubo's money. Lubo Lubo" the queen, the icon. *I love this ball shaped machine*

Kreel is kinda iconic too ngl

*did lubo just eat his money*

"Lubo defies you" that's hilarious tho

"Wait did I learn something from training today?" Ionic line ngl

Love Lloyd being socially anxious ngl, it's bemusing

OH MY GODS IT'S A SHRINE TO THE NINJA IT'S TUGGING AT MY HEART STRINGS

Awww they're too young to remember the ninja that's so heart breaking

No legit this is making me sob

"Naww it's the beard" oh mfg this show mannnnn

RIYU'S STILL DRESSED LIKE THAT

That burn against Lloyd ooof, also again attention to detail. You youngens don't get how spoiled you are with this fancy smansy new quality writing you got here

"You can't be a villain everybody loves you"

"Do not type cast me!!!" Lmfao this show mannnn

This guy is fucking psycho tho

This guy is iconic, banger after banger after banger iconic characters this season so far

IT'S AN EVIL NUTCRACKER

"This is like that nightmare I had" "it's a nightmare everyone's had" again fucking bangers!

OH IT'S A GREATEST SHOWMAN REFERENCE

OMFG Kreel giving Lubo relationship advice *I can't*

"Lubo's always free uphere" crown this fucking king!

Dawww Lloyd being supportive, also shadowing Arin's path to wanting to be better than he is

Damn Raz's voice is *deep*

And ep is over, again solid 8/10, maybe a 7.5 for not being as snappy as 1 and 2 but that may be nitpicking

[riftinthemelloverse]

🌌🎨RIFT IN THE MELLOVERSE BOOK 1 - TONGUE TIED TOGETHER🎨🌌

CHAPTER 1: Meet the "Heroes"

Synopsis: As part of the effort to end the Silencers' reign, Rebelmello enlists help from a handful of the other Mellos to liberate the country from silence. Hijinks ensue.

Characters: Approximately 17 thousand

⚠️This story is 16+ and contains violence and swearing.⚠️

A/N: I have zero idea how to write fight scenes lolz

Click here to go to the next chapter (once it's done)

Years ago, the world was loud and bustling. Our voices echoed throughout the planet, messages varying from screams of joy to cries of sorrow. Our voices are the most important piece of communication to us, allowing us to connect with others and unrestrictively share our thoughts and feelings. They were the biggest part of our culture, and the thing that linked us between worlds.

But the elders thought our voices were dangerous.

The young kept begging for change from our government. They demanded justice for those that were exploited. They demanded better and fair law enforcement that wasn't blinded by prejudice. They demanded equality for all and apprehension of the intolerant. They demanded better prices for basic necessities and better living for all. As the government kept ignoring their cries, the young became more fierce and violent.

The government ran out of excuses to avoid making change, so they had no choice but to retaliate.

Hundreds were murdered in riots. Men, women, and even children were executed for daring to stand up for themselves. They censored all coverage on their wrongdoings, lying about how peaceful and harmonious our country was while the death toll rose.

Despite how quickly their propaganda was spreading, the youth refused to succumb. The government's secrets managed to seep through the cracks, and more and more people joined against them.

So they had no choice.

They formed a militarized police force that quickly became known as "The Silencers" by the public. They marched into the homes of families and muted them, drilling thin metal plates over their mouths and rounding them up into camps. They stormed the streets and forcibly seized every citizen they could find. Nobody was safe from their grasp.

This didn't mean the youth stopped fighting.

From the chaos and flames, three artists stormed through the crowds to form a great and powerful resistance.

The Heart, a masked DJ that took in the wounded and treated all with kindness.

The Soul, a strong singer-songwriter that lended a gentle hand to the righteous and a harsh fist against the prejudiced.

And the Voice, a rockstar with vocals so powerful it could make armies fall.

Together, they formed an army that was nearly as powerful as the silencers…but still, it wasn't enough.

So, as part of the final push for unity, the Heart enlisted help from otherwordly forces. Being from several different universes with varying skills that could be the key to toppling the Silencer army for good.

…well, "otherworldly forces" and "otherworldly forces" make them sound like gods, but it's just…

"WHO LEFT THEIR CHEF BOYARDEE CAN ON THE ROAD???"

…these guys.

"Harsh, quiet down, you'll get us caught-"

"AND YOU THINK I CAN'T BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THEM??? MISTER HEART OF THE REBELLION???"

"Language!"

"SHITBITCHDAMNHELLMOTHER-"

"LANGUAGE!"

Four figures stood on the road, all watching one man aggressively shred a tin can. The man destroying the can, Harshmello, had skin made out of gooey, melted marshmallow. He wore a black, spiked leather jacket and black jeans, which surprisingly wasn't stained with his own substance. Behind him was Robomello, a bulky robotic figure with completely white metal armor. It kept making quiet, shaky beeping noises, as if it was anxious on whether it should attempt to stop the goopy monster or not. The dark skinned girl wearing the white crop top and holding a giant hammer was Marsha. She was chuckling to herself, finding entertainment from watching Harsh bite the can like a feral animal. Standing beside her was Rebelmello, the Heart of the rebellion. He was dressed in his usual white jacket and jeans, an eyepatch covering his right eye and a tiny bite being taken out of the side of his head. His arms were crossed, silently judging Harsh as he ate the can. Behind all of them was the ever-so-popular Marshmello. He wore a jean jacket, a white t-shirt, and a pair of black jeans. Nothing too out of the ordinary for a guy like him. The only other accessory on him was a black and white kandi bracelet, secured on his arm as tight as a theme park admission ticket. Mello kept a distance from the rest of the group, a nervous smile on his face while he watched the chaos unfold.

"Are you done yet?" Rebel asks in a calmer but still stern tone. Harsh stood up and kicked the remains of the can to the side of the road.

"Yeah," Harsh replied in a deadpan voice.

"Good…" Rebel sighed. "Now let's get out of here before-"

"Hey, Reb!" Marhsa interrupted. "Is that your ride?"

Sitting across from them was a massive black van, its windows darkened so it would be impossible to see inside. There was no license plate, no other details on the van, nothing other than the darkest black paint and obscured windows. Rebel stuck his arm in front of Marsha, his eyes narrowing at the van as he reached into the sash at his chest, his fingers itching at one of his spray paint cans.

"Watch yourselves," Rebel warns. "You're all gonna be in for a hell of a fight."

Marsha's grip tightens on her hammer. "If I remember correctly, four out of five of us have proper combat experience," she confidently states. "I'm sure we-"

All at once, several armed men burst out of the van, all equipped with heavy armor and massive guns. Their faces were completely covered by massive black helmets, with only red eyeholes exposing the most minimal amount of the human underneath. Before any of the five could react, one of the men lunged towards Rebel, completely ignoring the rest of the gang. Rebel didn't flinch, simply letting the Silencer push him flat on his back with the deadly weapon pushed directly against his temple.

"Kinda impressed how you managed to pick me out from a group of people that look exactly like me," Rebel sneered. "Maybe it's the eyepatch?"

The Silencer said nothing in reply, only pushing the gun further up against his forehead. It was like a vulture pinning its prey down, indecisive on which part to eat first. The sunlight briefly shined on their eye holes, giving a glance at the dark and soul-piercing eyes underneath. As intimidating as it may be to the average person, Rebel was already used to it.

"So you just didn't consider how armed the other guys were?" Rebel chuckled.

Before the Silencer could do anything to get him to shut up, Harsh slashed his claws through where he assumed the Silencer's neck was, cutting through the hard plastic and slicing his head clean off. The blood immediately began spurting out of the neck, staining Rebel's jacket and splattering all over his face.

"Dude!" Rebel yelled, pushing the body off of him before it could do any more damage. "It got on my face!"

"Well, how else do ya want me to do it?" Harsh grumbled back.

"NO TIME TO ARGUE!" Mello called out. "WE STILL GOTTA TAKE CARE OF THESE GUYS!"

The bracelet on Mello's wrist began to glow into a blinding white light, snaking itself off of his wrist and into his and. It molded itself into the shape of a sword, solidifying into pure metal. Mello swiftly swung the sword at one of the Silencers, knocking the gun out of their hands and slamming onto the asphalt road with a loud clatter. As Mello lifted his sword in preparation for another swing, two more Silencers grouped up behind him with their guns raised. Their attack was quickly snuffed by the loud crack of another bullet, puncturing through one of the Silencers' eyeholes and directly into their brain. The other Silencer watched their comrade stumble to the ground, having absolutely no time to mourn their loss before being grabbed by the neck by a cold, metalic hand.

They had nearly no time to struggle before Robo spun around, building up momentum before he launched the Silencer into the sky. They might as well be on the other side of the city now.

The remaining Silencers attempted to shoot it down, but the bullets ricocheted off of his body like tiny ping pong balls. One Silencer opted to using brute force, pouncing onto the robot's back in an attempt to pin it down. Due to its weight, however, the Silencer barely made it stumble. Robo did feel their presence, however, putting it into an endless cycle of turning around and frantically attempting to grab what was behind him.

A sudden, much bigger pressure on his back caused him to stumble forward. There was a loud CRACK, followed by a thud as the Silencer slumped off his back and onto the ground. Robo turned around once more and was met with the flattened body of a Silencer and a smug Marsha standing behind the body.

"You had a bug on your back," Marsha laughed. "A really, really, really big bug."

Robo quickly figured out what happened, letting out a small beep of embarassment.

"Hey, don't worry big guy, I got your back!" Marsha reassured. "Literally."

Rebel slides over to the body, swiftly stealing one of the pistols from its pckets and twirling it in his hand. To test out how well it worked, he aimed the gun at one of the approaching Silencers and pulled the trigger. The gun went off, firing a bullet directly through their eyeholes.

"Thanks for the loot!" Rebel teased, stealing yet another pistol from the now dead Silencer.

The remaining Silencers circled themselves around Rebel, guns raised like a swarm of wasps prepared to sting their target. Rebel merely chuckled at the imminent threat.

"Really just gonna kill me like that?" he sneered. "Could've gotten valuable information from me or something…like where the base was or something?"

The Silencers looked at each other in consideration, now in a quiet debate of what they should do to the leader. Before they could decide, however, Rebel threw one of his spray cans out of his sash and threw it towards the group. He shot it just before it could hit the ground, causing it to explode in their faces. The Silencers that were hit were knocked back, leaving Rebel an opening to escape. While the Silencrs were still distracted by the cloud of colorful smoke, he hid behind their van. It didn't take long for the Silencers to figure out where he hid, opening fire at their own van. It was hit by a barrage of bullets, all ricocheting off of its surface. A Silencer made their way past the van, pointing their gun at Rebel. Rebel raised his gun to shoot, but another Silencer snatched him from behind before he had a chance to pull the trigger. He's been snatched like this several times before, though, he knows exactly what kind of move to-

Oh, he just kicked them in the balls. How nice.

The Silencer let go of him, staggering to the ground and holding onto his precious jewels. Rebel shot the second Silencer before they could retaliate, then snatched a grenade from their belt. As the Silencers neared the van, Rebel pulled the grenade's pin and threw it clear over the van.

They had no time to disperse before the grenade exploded. The van tilted to the side from the blast, though not nearly enough to make it topple over. As the smoke dispered, Rebel peeked from the side of the van to inspect the damage. Surely enough, every Silencer was collapsed on the ground, either dead or wounded. Satisfied, Rebel fully stepped out from behind the van, turning to face the group.

"So…" Rebel starts. "…y'all want a ride?"

A Silencer beside him struggled to get themselves up from the ground, but Rebel quickly grabbed a dead Silencer's rifle and knocked them right in the head.

"I CALL SHOTGUN!!!" Marsha screamed, shoving Harsh out of her way. Harsh let out a grunt of annoyance, but before he could come up with some witty rebuttal, Marsha zipped inside the van. Harsh rolls his eyes and follows her inside. Robo and Mello entered as well, with Mello sitting at the side of the bench closest to the driver's seat. Robo sat on the side opposite from Mello, but it made the van tilt slightly to the side from his weight.

"…uh, Robo?" Mello asked, his voice slightly above a whisper. "Do you think you could…uh…sit in the middle? So the van doesn't, y'know…do that?"

Robo softly beeped as a way to apologize, then stood himself up. His head hit the roof's ceiling, making him let out a sudden loud, sharp beep of frustration. He lowered himself to the ground, aligning himself perfeclty with the middle of the van. His big, bulky shoulders were rubbing against Mello's and Harsh's legs. Harsh let out a small grunt, moving his legs upwards on the seat.

"Rebel…" Harsh growled. "Why did you have to bring it here?"

"He's got the most strength out of all of us!" Rebel replied. "I mean, did you see him back there? He threw one of those guys clear into the sky! They're probably several miles away from us right now!"

Harsh rolled his eyes and adjusted himself again, laying down across the other empty seats.

"Pssh…whatever…" Harsh mumbled.

Rebel drove the van far from the street they fought in, driving closer towards the heart of the city. Cars were abandoned on street curbs, windows were shattered, and traffic lights were either broken or permanently blinking yellow. The sun was just beginning to set in the horizon, painting the streets in a brilliant bright yellow. It would've been a beautiful sight if not for the circumstance this place was in. It's an eerie sight seeing a place that used to be so full of life completely abandoned and left to rot, but for the other Mellos, it was a sight they were used to. Same scene, same setting, different props.

Rebel shut off the van's headlights as he cautiously turned into an alleyway, slowly backing up into the narrow hall. The combination of the tight space and the darkness put all the Mellos on edge. Something could jump out at any second, and they wouldn't have any place to run…oh, and the van could crash. That, too.

Harsh didn't care, though. He couldn't give two shits about if the van they only owned for five minutes would get scratched.

The van stopped just before it could hit the brick wall behind them, a great relief to everyone inside. Harsh threw the van's door open, nearly sliding it off the hinge. The others cautiously crept out of the van, just barely squeezing themselves between the alley walls and the vehicle's exterior.

"You couldn't pick a better place to park?" Harsh grumbles. "I can barely move my legs!"

"Can't you be positive about just one thing in your life?" Marsha remarks.

"Harsh is right, though…" Mello adds. "It is VERY tight in here…"

"This is just the quickest and safest way into the base," Rebel finally responds. "Just shimmy your way to the door in the back."

Rebel squeezed his way to the back wall, nudging open a steel door. Like all the other buildings, there was barely any light on the inside.

"Haven't thought to brought a flashlight or something?" Harsh grumbles yet again.

"We don't need one," Rebel replies. "We got a living light right here!"

Marsha nods and reaches under her helmet, flipping a switch that caused her helmet and clothes to light up with colorful rainbow lights.

"Doesn't that hurt your back?" Mello asked.

"Is that why you got rid of yours?" Marsha responded.

"Yeah, doctors had to tell me to stop…" Mello sighed. "Had to sacrifice looking cool just so I don't break my spine."

"Oh, yeah, that's gotta suck…"

"Seriously, though, doesn't it hurt?"

"Nah. I'm simply built different."

"What does that…oh, video game logic…"

The gang shoved their way inside the building, with Marsha and Rebel leading the way. It seemed to be an apartment building, with stairwells and hallways leading to different labeled rooms. Though, as expected of any non-business building in a city, it was quite small and cramped. While it might feel claustrophobic to any normal person, it felt like a breath of fresh air to the group after the tightness of the alleyway.

That wouldn't last very long, though, as Rebel began leading them to a small elevator.

"That thing still works?" Mello asked.

"Well…it didn't before," Rebel replied while pressing the button to call the elevator. "But we fixed it all up."

"We?"

"The rest of rebellion!"

"It's not just you and the other two?"

"Nah. Takes an army to defeat another army."

The elevator doors opened up, revealing a room with just enough space for the five of them to fit inside.

"So you all just…live in here?" Marsha asked. "Like, this entire building?"

"Not the entire place!" Rebel smiled. "You'll see…oh, Robo, do us all a favor and go in first, yeah? You're bigger than all of us, you could just stand in that corner."

Robo gladly obliged, allowing everyone to move out of its way so it could move inside. Like Rebel requested, it stood in the corner of the elevator, attempting to fill up as little space as possible to make it comfortable for the other four. Everyone else funneled inside, with Rebel entering last to ensure he'd be directly next to the buttons. He pressed the button marked with a 0, making the doors close and the elevator begin its descent.

"God, PLEASE make this the last small room we get into…" Harsh sighed. "Getting pretty damn sick and tired of being cooped up with you guys. ESPECIALLY this one!"

Harsh glared at Robo. It let out a low, shaky beep, as if it was attempting to apologize for its size.

"Leave that little guy alone!" Marsha scolds.

"And what are you gonna do if I don't?" Harsh cockily replies.

"Can we…NOT fight in the elevator?" Mello asks. "Please? At least wait until we-"

"Shh, wait!" Harsh interrupts. "…the hell is that booming?"

"Ah, they must be performing right now," Rebel says.

"Who?" Marsha asks.

"You'll see."

[1-up-chump]

Hello, I share your indignation about the new part of MK. Everything was changed too much and strangely. Can you write down the moments you didn't like? For example, I’m not happy with this whole situation with Kuai Liang - Scorpion, Tarkata - a disease, Raiden - Liu Kang 2.0, Fujin - Raiden’s sister, who is Kung Lao’s lover, seriously?

I WILL STATE that i have not bothered to look at everything myself but hear from reliable sources of the basic information of the game so i cannot give a full and fair critique. And i will not give this game anymore attention than i already have given it since it is just NOT a mortal kombat game.

Lets talk about the reasons you listed bc i agree.

Kuai liang as scorpion and in role reversal:

I am not a fan of this even remotely being "canon" Although the idea should be explored by fans WHO UNDERSTAND BOTH KUAI LIANG AND HANZO HASASHI AS CHARACTERS ORIGINALLY. It completely disrespects hanzo as a character and erases his connection to scorpion being a "gimmick thing to slap onto someone" as a title rather than a personal journey of meaning. And kuai deserves more respect as well, originally being an assassin whose clan tried to "modernize" by removing free will of warriors to ensure obedience and make their spirits and talents disposable. Trying to fight against that. It seems ironic in the end his fate is nothing more than to be toyed with by this unoriginal and uninspiring "role swap au lolz"

The tarkatan race being a disease:

I shouldn't even have to clarify how fucked up this is. Right after in mk 11 we saw tarkatans just being another race living in outworld minding their own business, and kotal fucking up (kotal khan is a wasted character but thats for another post) so we got what was once a "bad guy evil race" to something better. AND THEN THEY FUCKED IT UP AGAIN like isnt that, at best, the most tone deaf shit after what happened in real life with a certain disease and people being uber racist??? And dont get me started on how they messed up mileena with that too. (God damn the writers fucking hate her just as much as kung lao)

Raiden role reversal:

Let me tell you as a raiden enjoyer i fucking HATE them making him a basic ass protag like they did with liu kang (i love liu but lately they just removed all personality from him) its so fucking uninspiring and boring as shit AND THEY MAKE HIM CHAMPION INSTEAD OF KUNG LAO???? THE ABSOLUTE DISRESPECT WHAT THE FUCK i love raiden but he doesn't deserve champion title, that belongs to KUNG motherfucking LAO.

Fujin being a sister????:

Listen i havent seen it but this is the dumbest ass shit i have ever seen in my entire life. As if they couldn't show how little they actually care about fujin......

And the shallow fans who care little about fujin other than a "pretty fuck toy to do teh yaois with uwu" which is also what they did to shang tsung now which is like YOU FOOLS! CARY HIROYUKI TAGAWA-SAMA IS RIGHT FUCKING THERE!!! YOU SEXUALIZE HIM WHEN HE'S AN OLD MAN TOO OR YOU'RE A COWARD AND A SHAM!

And then there's the absolute nothing plot that really shows they ran out of ideas and just slap together bullshit. The villains arent really villains and they suck, its just "stop evil shang tsung but hes not actually evil bc theres this other timeline-" ITS FUCKING LAZY AND PATHETIC WRITING it shows that they want to have it all just to appease fans to take their money. Thats it, thats all this story boils down to. A shoddy scam to bullshit a story to take people's money. I mean you cant even get shang tsung or marjory of fan desired characters without dlc and the base game is like 60-70 bucks like the fuck????

As a regular fighting game? Mid but enjoyable i guess. But as a mortal kombat game? No, thats not even mortal kombat thats just some dumbasses wattpad fanfic after they watched avengers endgame in their crusty batman shirt

I'll end this with a small side note: if my opinions offend, I'm sorry im passionate about a series that was a part of my childhood and made me appreciate Japanese and Chinese culture and kung fu cinema in general. Im sorry if the memories of playing a fun game and caring about the characters having strong bonds of friendship in a violent world designed to be a "kill or be killed" system and despite that choosing to do the right thing in their mind.

Sorry if i seem to be playing a different game bc i am.

Its mortal kombat: shaolin monks for the ps2

-gets head ripped off-