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Choose Your Own Adventure May 2024

2300 words! So I am meeting the objective of getting it written!

People didn’t take the power of belief seriously enough. If you could get people to believe something, anything could happen. You marched armies based on the power of belief, people died and killed for it. People love to believe, all you need to know is what they need to believe in. People who spurn the idea of a belief in God will happily believe in themselves, or in the fact that people are good, or in the stock market, or in the fact that people are evil. There are so many anchors to tie yourself to, and so many oceans to drown in, and Mina made a comprehensive study of them.

So it was easy to suss out that Fareeha believed in law and order. Okay, so she shouldn’t be patting herself on the ass for noticing something flown like a flag, but she would take the win.

Gifts were given, along with the burden of being a senshi. Most of these were small, and only a handful of them could be used out of uniform, but Mina’s power, hidden from most people, surpassed, she thought, even Usagi’s. Even the Seers. Mina could See, too, but she could See into people. She ran along the lines of their memories, and checked tabs for joy, or pain, or fear, and she could light those back into their brain just as quickly. She’d trained herself to be fast. All it took was a touch. The grab of a hand, a comforting hug. Why pick a lock when you have the key?

She hadn’t managed to lay hands on either Fareeha or Lena, so she was forced to use her plain emotional intelligence, like a peasant.

The way was wet, and muddy, and cold, and Mina was sick of the mud sloshing around her feet. She wanted to go to the house. The house would, at the very least, have a roof and enough room to keep her and haruka separate from the Overwatch crew for awhile.

Fareeha marched forward toward the house, in that same ninety degree angle from the ground she’d been maintaining for the entire trip. What the fuck was her deal, actually? She made Rei look like the yoga instructor at a beach resort. Given the fact that Fareeha wore too many clothes and kept herself at a 3 foot distance at all times, her idea to casually read what was going on behind that granite cliff of a face had fallen a bit flat. It wasn’t even that Fareeha knew to be cautious around her: She seemed to simply hold herself apart from everybody. Annoyingly like Michiru in that way. Less canny. That was good. That left possibilities.

Desperate times.

Mina elbowed Haruka with a bright grin. “Do you think I could get the commandant over there to sleep with me?”

“Mina, she’s married!”

“Exactly! Married, law and order type, would never do something like that. Unless…” She raised her eyebrow and licked her teeth, “brings out the artist in me.”

Haruka put her bag more firmly on her shoulder. “Well I don’t like it.”

There were two things about Haruka that irritated Mina: One, she believed in nearly anything. She was begging to die for something. Two, Mina loved her, which added a level of complication she generally tried to keep out of the decision making process.

Both of those things flashed to the top of her mind, banishing her desire to know the corners of Fareeha’s mind, as she got close to the house. There was something there. What, Mina couldn’t tell. She couldn’t even quite tell if she was feeling something real, or just the consequences of a children spent watching horror films. Annoying, to wish Rei or Michiru were here. They would be able to tell if it were a--Mina hated to use the word spirit, or presence, but ‘some fucked up thing’ didn’t really seem to fit the bill, either--thing to be worried about. If it could sense them the way she felt she was sensing it.

She stopped for a moment, just to look at it, at its dark windows, so dark they appeared to be holes in the bone-bright facade of the house. It seemed like those holes would swallow you, deep enough that no one could hear when you hit the bottom.

Boy, the capacity for overwrought drama on a rainy night in England must be catching. Sherlock Holmes Ass Shit. It might be that there was something there, but it was important for Mina to figure out what was true, and what was her own mind. She’d brushed up against plenty of danger in her tenure as senshi, but she’d also brushed up against plenty of moments of hysteria in others, and, more dangerously, occasionally herself. It was an occupational hazard. You can’t be paranoid if it’s sometimes true.

That didn’t make a creepy house in the middle of nowhere anything but that. Belief was a power, a kind of seduction, and to be the master of it you had to be immune to it. The dark and the age and the rain were all just suggestions, and none of them had to mean anything, unless they did, and she shuldn’t assign them before they were ready. Haruka would get spooky enough for both of them, though of course she’d deny it. Fareeha wouldn’t believe it if a ghost introduced itself to her. Doc was acting like she was the ghost, or the murderer of the violent damned. Guilty and weird. Hard to say what Lena would do. And Angela, now, Angela she’d touched.

She was better at subtlety than people would have thought. Anyone who knew she was listening, was because Mina screamed their lives right back at them. Didn’t have to be that way. Hadn’t been, when Angela reached out to steady her. The stumble was a carefully-rehearsed dance step, of course, but her partner her had followed perfectly. A touch of her hand. The search, a quick rifle through the desk drawers of her mind. The parents were dead, that she knew, but it was better to know about the high wind that night, her father yelling as he threw her into a closet, that horrible smell of burning upholstery and plastic and flesh outside the door. She loved Fareeha, sure, Mina had eyes, but it was another thing to know that Angela had known Fareeha was the one when she, with military precision, had cupped a moth flying inside, and simply released it out an open window.

There are bullet point facts, and then there is the texture of things. If you have the texture of things, you can rub situations against them like a crayon. You can make life repeat itself in someone’s mind.

So Mina wasn’t worried about Angela. She’d seen Angela was a true believer.

Belief. The world had always made it such a simple matter. You did, or you did not. Angela envied them. This was not a thing she understood for herself. She loved the anchor of her wife, who lived her life so largely in swatches of black and whtie, the greys coming to her with work and difficulty and borne out of love and dedication. But she could never be, her. Angela did not hold two things in her hands, she held a basket, full of truths and sorrows, for every item and person she had ever considered.

So it was nothing to her to hold that this house was wrong somehow, and that there was a danger there, but also that she may be tired and cold, and sometimes affected by her own emotions. It was, like so many things, a grey wisp of smoke in her mind, waiting to resolve.

The door swung away before the knock could connect, and Fareeha took a step back, brushing Angela behind her with a soft but firm motion of her hand. It crept open, the darkness revealed in all its palpable tension. Angela felt Fareeha’s body tense, her readiness immediate, eyes focused on that darkness, as if she could will it to be made light. Fareeha took the flashlight from her cargo pocket, and as she clicked it on, a bright white face appeared, flinging itself toward her.

“‘Ello!”

Fareeha moved from readiness to strike in defense, to readiness to strike in irritation as Lena leaned against the frame of the door, laughing loudest at her own joke.

“You should ‘ave seen your face!” She collapsed in half, one arm across her stomach and the other clinging her to the doorframe. “Don’t believe in ghosts eh, Overwatch’s grand Commander Amari? But you did manage to believe--”

Fareeha grabbed Lena’s shoulder, and Lena’s eyes narrowed and flicked up toward her face, then flicked away just as quickly to Mina and Haruka. A narrow intake of breath. Her eyes softened, and she let her grin return.

“Course you knew I’d be there. Never go into a situation without a full assessment, not you.” Her eyes, still traveling like a hummingbird from person to person, flicked back up to Fareeha’s with a shrug of apology. “Imagine the paperwork if there was an incident.”

Fareeha sighed heavily and walked through the grand door with its cracked woodwork, calling out to the forest that was cleared to make way for their imitation, and shoved Lena’s backpack into her arms, wordlessly moving into the hall.

“Thank you!” Lena called after her.

Angela often tried to keep herself from thinking, ‘the trouble with Lena’ as an opening thought. It seemed accusatory from the beginning, and Angela liked Lena very much, and even loved her in the way that sometimes people stay long enough to become family through it all. So she didn’t like to begin a thought about Lena with such a direct negative.

But the trouble with Lena was she did whatever came to her mind first, and never thought a day, a month, a year past it. The other trouble with her was that she enjoyed antagonizing Fareeha. The trouble with the dearest love of her life was that she could be very easy to antagonize. They could be like two kittens biting each other’s ears, with all the hissing and all the affection, and Lena had forgotten how important this tour was to Fareeha. How highly she held her pride in herself and her organization.

“I know, I know,” Lena rushed past Angela as if reading her mind, and took Mina’s bag from her, “Right then, let’s get out of the rain, at the very least. Commander Amari’s probably…staking out a room or something.”

Angela walked on into the darkness of a thin, long coatroom, with windows all the way through to the large entrance hall itself. Angela did not much care for the dark. There had been so much dark, and silence, that night.

But there was a candle, its flame lit and high, and in its light, she saw Fareeha. She was looking around the room. The fireplace, wide and gaping, with two portraits gazing down at them, the little interlopers to their world, ringed in woods so dark it was its own Black Forest. The room was currounded by galleries overlooking it, staring down into it, waiting for the dogs or tigers to be released on the captives. The stairs were a delicate and spreading waterfall of deep, dark red.

But Fareeha had a look of satisfaction on her face, and nodded. She extended her hand to Angela.

Fareeha believed there was nothing here. Fareeha believed it was fine. Fareeha would never cause harm to come to Angela by either action or inaction. This place was a warning. This place was built wrong. They should leave. They had to stay.

So many things to hold.

She’d nearly caught Lena, when she took the bag, but the twitchy little Brit was too fast. Mina couldn’t tell if it was even intentional or not, anymore. It didn’t matter, it was something Mina had to get to, if they were going to be trapped in a house that, well, she wasn’t sure she would call it haunted, but it sure as shit was something.

Even if it was all in her head, that didn’t mean it wasn’t real. If enough of them believed it, it could become something. So she had to know who she was dealing with. Mina had once seen a display of old serving ware, tomato servers and pea spoons and other stupid shit. But it reminded her of people. No matter how useless they seemed, they always had at least one highly specific purpose. You can’t know how to use something if you don’t know its history. If you don’t know what its meant for.

That was Mina’s highly specific purpose.

Doc was squatted down by the intricate carpet, feeling the edges of it, rubbing the fiber between her fingers.

“That ain’t cheap.” She muttered to herself, and went to rise.

As she did, Mina stumbled. Or slipped. Or tripped over the bags Lena had dumped on the floor as she went to talk to Fareeha. Didn’t matter. She plowed directly into Doc, sending them both flying into the carpet Doc had so recently been appraising. Doc wasn’t wrong. It felt expensive.

As they both attempted to get up, Mina full of apologies that she thought were sincere enough, she grabbed onto Doc’s hand, helping her to her feet. She trid not to smile too wide as she reached directly into the stranger, who had appeared at a pub, who had somehow been inserted into this group, that everyone seemd to take so natural. She reached for the darkest thing, the brightest thing, a quick cliffnote of Doc’s history. She opened that filing cabinet of the soul, reached in, and found:

Nothing.

FOR NEXT MONTH

#doc's choose your own adventure

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mrmustachious · 6 months ago

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Fishtank Week 2024

I've written a lot of fishtank over the years, so for fishtank week here are a bunch of fics I've written for you to peruse and get your fill of the two best bros :D

Shaky Hands - Rescues didn’t always go as planned.

Human Shield - Virgil thinks Gordon is an idiot. Gordon just thinks he's a good brother.

Shackled - Rescues are hard when evil lies around every corner.

Unconscious - Sequel to Shackled. Virgil gets worried when there's no sign of Gordon, so he goes investigating.

Stitches - “I think you’re going to need stitches.”

Secret Injury - Gordon’s hurt, but Virgil needs him. He can set aside his own injuries if that’ll mean his brother is safe, right?

Fever - Gordon and tonsillitis.

Don’t Hold Your Breath - Gordon woke up trapped, underground, and running out of air.

Grow Up Fast - He thought that he was being helpful, that an older brother was supposed to protect a younger one from harm, but maybe doing so just made everything worse. Prompt: “I'm not a kid anymore so stop treating me like I am."

Out of Control - Something was wrong with his brother, Virgil just didn't know what.

All Trussed Up and Still Nowhere to Go - Virgil couldn't remember what had happened, but he knew one thing for sure. He wasn't going to let anyone hurt his brother.

My Spidey-Sense is Tingling - A rescue involving a chemical spill soon leads to some unexpected consequences.

Coughing Up a Lung - Gordon woke up this morning suffering from a cold. At least, he thought it was just a cold...

That’s Where the Blood’s Supposed to Be - A sea quake leads to a concussed brother and Virgil having to pilot a ship that isn't his.

Hide & Seek - After being captured, Virgil and Gordon know that if they have any chance of surviving, they must find their own way to escape.

You Will Go Down With This Ship - Gordon decides to take a walk around the island, but he never intended to end up stuck and injured in a hole with a storm looming overhead.

Six (or more) Feet Under - The ground slipped out from under him, and then a white blanket swallowed him whole.

More Than This - Gordon had dreams and plans for the future, but then one fateful day it all came crashing down. Plans changed, for both him and his family, and now nothing was the way it was meant to be.

Crushed Metal - Hanging your brother above a giant machine that was out of control would have its consequences.

Shrapnel - How did Gordon escape unscathed whilst the Mechanic tried to crush his ship with him inside? Maybe that's because he didn't.

Get Out of My Head - Virgil hurts Gordon in the worst way imaginable.

Disappearance - liesorlife requested: How about disappearance with Gordon

Artist AU - onereyofstarlight requested: Artist AU looks fun and Virgil is the obvious pick - maybe an AU where Kip Harris is an artist instead of a firefighter and Virgil's about to meet his No. 1 Art Hero?

Comforting Hug - Gordon and a therapy dog.

Loss of Sight - It seems like whoever led them into this trap wasn't done with them yet.

Over-the-Shoulder Carry - Gordon's an idiot, but what's new?

Trying to Wake Them Up - Virgil's hurt and won't wake up, so it's up to Gordon to get help.

Hair Matted with Blood - Virgil and Gordon want to spend some quality time together.

Animal Attack - Whilst out chasing rumours of a beast that lives out in the woods, Virgil and Gordon get more than they bargained for. Supernatural AU

Going into Shock - Quite often after a rescue, they were showered with gifts. However, not all gifts were wanted.

#fishtankweek2024 #fishtankweek #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderfam #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #fic #mine

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gumnut-logic · 7 months ago

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His giggle was infectious.

His little brother leapt from rock to rock, darting to peer into every pool he encountered, several times exclaiming at his discoveries and nattering off some long Latin name that meant absolutely nothing to Virgil. How one mollusc differed from another was something for a biologist to decide, not an artist.

Of course, every now and again, a shell would be shoved in his face, and the colours would catch his eyes. Virgil would take the shell, listen to the babbling, and stare at the pinks and oranges, calculate what he could do with those colours and then surreptitiously slide the found object into his pocket.

His pocket was clinking as he walked over the rocks.

The crab that was shoved in his face was a whole different kettle of crustacean. “Hey, Gords, c’mon, I want to keep my nose attached to my face.”

“Virg, it’s only a common rock crab. And a little one at that.” The so called common bearer of claws waved them in anger at Virgil.

“Yeah, well, can you put it back where it belongs? It looks ticked off at your interruption of its day.”

His little brother crouched back down at the edge of a larger rock pool and returned the crab to its hidey-hole.

They were on holiday.

Well, technically on holiday. Dad was still working and had disappeared for the day, leaving Scott in charge. The terrible two had immediately taken advantage of that fact and proceeded to make everyone’s life hell.

Before his eighteen year old brother could blow a fuse, Virgil had intervened and offered to take ten year old Gordon down to the shore for some rock pooling. It was an activity Virgil could tolerate, even enjoy, and it separated the synergy of the two youngest.

The relief in Scott’s eyes had been worth it.

No doubt, either Scott or John would be having the pleasure of setting up Alan’s backyard rocket set at this very moment.

Hopefully Scott, otherwise John would be adapting the mechanics and the silly thing would actually reach orbit, never be seen again and the wailing from their youngest would last the rest of the weekend.

But shells, crabs and the occasional anemone was Virgil’s concern at the moment.

The coastline was some kind of limestone and consequently peppered with holes for the receding tide to leave trapped sea creatures behind.

A sudden yell of “Sand goby!” and Virgil was dragged over to see a tiny fish barely two inches long and the same colour as the sand it was sitting on staring up at the two of them.

“I saw them darting about, but this one is the first to stay still enough. Look at those eyes!”

Looked like a tiny lizard of the sea.

Gordon touched the surface of the water and the fish disappeared in a cloud of displaced sand.

“Look how fast they are!” A glance at his brother and he found him literally buzzing with excitement.

“When we get back to the house, you can look it up. Did you get a photo?”

Gordon grinned up at him, brandishing the camera in his hand. “Yep. Wait until I show, Scotty.”

Virgil snorted. Scott knew even less than Virgil about ocean fauna, but he would love to see Gordon so excited.

Scott was a sucker for happy brothers.

As Gordon scampered over to the next rock pool, Virgil had to admit he quite enjoyed seeing Gordon like this, too.

“Woah! Virg, come look at this!”

Rolling his eyes, Virgil straightened and followed obediently, stepping from outcrop to outcrop to crouch beside his almost vibrating brother.

Gordon was pointing at a rock.

“What am I looking at, Gordon. All I see is rock.”

“Watch this.” Gordon stuck a finger into the water and prodded the ‘rock’.

It lit up in bright blue rings.

Now, Virgil didn’t know much about sea life, but he did know about this particular life form.

He grabbed Gordon’s arm and Gordon himself and yanked him away from the rock pool. Unfortunately, that unbalanced the both of them and they promptly fell into the rock pool next door.

Considering what they had just encountered, Virgil was none too happy about this state of affairs and, spluttering, staggered to his feet, dragging his protesting little brother as far away from the offending puddle of water as he could.

“Virgil! What? Why? Lemme go!”

“Gordon, you know exactly what that is. Why the hell did you touch it?!”

“It won’t hurt me! And it is amazing. Lemme go! I’ve never seen one before and I want to look at it some more!”

“You are not going anywhere near it. In fact, we are getting off this beach right now!”

“Aww, Virg, c’mon! It won’t hurt us!”

“It’s a blue-ringed octopus Gordon! It bites you, you’re dead!”

“It’s not going to bite me!”

“It looked angry enough after you poked it. Why the hell did you poke it?”

“Uh, to see the rings? It’s amazing.”

“It’s a deadly octopus!”

“God, Virg, get over it. I know what I’m doing.”

“Yeah, well, I know what I’m doing and I’m taking you back to the house where you can explain to Scott exactly what you were doing.”

“Aww, Virgil, please. I thought you were the cool one. The one who understood.”

Virgil blinked. “What?”

And his brother sagged before him. “I thought you understood.”

“Understood what?”

“How much fun this is.”

A frown and Virgil’s heart slowed a little. Gordon’s head had dropped and he was looking at the ground. “Gordon?”

“You, Virgil. All the others just talk about planes and space and flying. You’re the only one who listens to me when I talk about this stuff.”

His frown deepened and he reached out a hand and placed it on his little brother’s shoulder.

“I’m always the odd one out. Everyone else wants to go to the military museums, not the natural history museums. You always stand up for me and come with me. I know you don’t like it as much as I do, but you help.”

Okay, so his little brother knew how to get into his heart and twist it. Of course, this was Gordon and the little rat had his ways, but the honesty on his face was plain and it got inside Virgil’s softy sixteen year old heart.

Virgil sighed. “Okay, I get it. You have a point.” Though he had to admit, Virgil had dragged Scott through a number of art museums in the past. The boredom on his brother’s face had been epic, but Scott had done it for him.

A sigh. “I’ll make you a deal. No prodding deadly wildlife. You take note and step out of harm’s way. For both your health and mine.” And the rest of the family’s.

Russet brown eyes caught the sun and literally bloomed in excitement. His brother’s innate bouncing resumed. “Deal!”

Virgil rolled his eyes and let his brother go. Gordon didn’t give him a chance to change his mind and darted off towards the nearest rock pool.

He stood there and watched his little brother dart from pool to pool and after a moment, before he could get too far away, resumed his unhurried stroll down the beach with him.

He did understand his little brother and he appreciated his fascination with all things sea and he would help him reach those places that he loved.

Latin bounced down the beach towards him and Virgil grinned.

Ten minutes later. “Ooh, look, Virg, it is just like a miniature box jellyfish!”

Wha-?

Virgil ran.

-o-o-o-

If you are interested in what Gordon found have a look here. And yes, I have encountered them and been stung by them. Rather unpleasant :D

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #fishtankweek #fishtankweek2024 #one of my favs leading up to next week #self indulgent goop #nuttyfic reblog #young tracys

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meggahamicide · 2 months ago

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Do it have tips on how you draw? Preferable your comic strips? Speaking of, are you a self taught artist?

I am indeed mostly self taught, been drawing since probably before I could talk. Save for the things I learned through a few videos online and some art classes in school, I haven't really had anyone to teach me how to draw. With that being said, sometimes, I wish I was taught by someone else simply because they'd be able to point out that I was doing things the hard way.

Maybe one day I'll do some online classes or something.

As for your other questions, I don't actually have that much experience in comics save for a few pages here and there. I know you're looking for something technical, but I can't give you that right now (maybe ask me in a year, lol).

However, I do have something else I think is important to learn that it to me a while to really understand (even longer to put to practice). So with that in mind and putting myself at risk of sounding a little preachy:

Try not to be a perfectionist!

I often find myself stuck in a loop of never finding a piece good enough, of rendering and rendering until it becomes overworked and loses the spark that made it interesting in the first place. It's why I tend to lose sight of why I create: to have fun and spread my joy and passion for art with others.

Having the skill to correct poses, expressions, page layout, and everything that goes between comes with time and practice. Being able to see mistakes is a good thing, but it's always beneficial to remember that your human. Flaws are part of being a person and often times makes your art more interesting simply because of its imperfection.

Next: Take your time and be patient with yourself!

So much of today's social media is surrounded by comparisons and I am no saint in this; I fall right into rabbit holes of comparing my art with that of someone I admire. All that really does is make me hate my own stuff and the skills I've worked years to improve. It makes me see all the skills they have but I don't. It makes me think that I should be at the same advanced level as they are, but I forget, and I think a lot of other people do too, that we are all on our own art journey. Maybe you started drawing later than someone. Maybe you just don't pick up certain skills as fast as someone else. Maybe you're simply younger than someone else. Maybe you've been on a hiatus and you haven't drawn in a while.

No matter where you are in your journey, it's important to remember that you are your own person, you work at your own pace. Remember to take a look back on where you were a few years ago, remember that improvement is not always instant, that there are things you can't learn overnight. There are goals you have that are bound to be difficult to reach. You're going to get frustrated and impatient and it might make you want to give up altogether, but for every struggle, there is always the satisfaction of success in the end as long as you don't give up and give yourself the compassion and patience you deserve.

Geez, this turned out a lot longer than you probably wanted to ready and I'm sure it's not exactly what you were looking for, but it's what I had to offer.

But as proof of my overly dramatic rant, I give you a drawing I did in March of 2021 to a current Wip that I've been working on, over three years of progress:

#update #art #drawing #art wip #wip #megg speaks #ramble #rant post

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bitsandbobsfromrandomfandoms · 6 months ago

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Listen. Rap music is far outside anything I feel I can relate to. Rap culture is Hip Hop culture and Hip Hop belongs to Black America.

Geographically speaking, it is a world away from my world. I understand that even if I were to dip my toe into this culture, it would be as an observer and a guest. Most of the art was not written or created for me and it would also take a significant effort on my part to deconstruct it, understand its history and empathise with it.

If I'm being honest, I've also never been partial to a culture that seems to have such strong ties to misogyny. It's why I didn't feel inclined to make the effort even though I understood Hip Hop's cultural significance and its popularity. I just decided a long, long time ago that it wasn't for me and that was that.

Fast-forward to now when the only rapper I listen to is NF, who is an outlier in the rap community and knows it. And a few tracks from Eminem that were inescapable that I really really enjoyed.

There was nothing besides that. If you were to show me pictures of famous rap artists, I wouldn't know who they were, they'd just be people to me.

I was blissfully and somewhat willfully ignorant until the cataclysm of this rap beef between Drake and Kendrick Lamar washed up on my door-step about a week ago.

I've spent the past 3 days watching video after video on YouTube trying to understand the full scope of this moment in Hip Hop history.

I don't think this is "beef".

It feels biblical somehow.

It feels like these two men seemed to be engaging in some kind of subliminal warfare with each other for the better part of a decade, most of which the public wasn't privy to or got to see until all the diss tracks started to drop like rapid gunfire.

Until Kendrick dropped a nuke ... and then a second one to make sure Drake was dead dead 🤣

It's not just that I'm fascinated by someone's downfall as I always am when I get to witness a narcissist get their just deserts. It's more than that. I'm equally fascinated by the idea of the meeting between these two polar opposites.

Imagine it, two opposing forces — one who has authenticity writ into the fabric of his bones and the other — a grifter, a culture vulture and a predator in the many, many senses of the word.

Witnessing this was like seeing something out of a Batman movie.

I don't know if Drake will recover from this. Most likely he will work on music from different genres for a while before he goes near rap again but if nothing else, at least his reputation has taken a massive hit. And if the sad, empty excuse of a human being decides to stay in the hole he's hiding in, well, good riddance!

Congratulations to Kendrick. If I could speak to him directly I would say:

"You handled that shit both admirably and masterfully and you know what? A little schadenfreude isn't a bad thing.

Drake was/is a bad person and you Delivered like the Hand of God you are.

Much respect to you and your work. Wishing you even more success in your career, more happiness in your personal life, more moments for your resilient spirit to rest and most of all more healing and stability because I know that, with time, it will ripple out of you into your community.

Peace be with you.

God be with you.

God bless you."

#not like us #drake #kendrick lamar #kendrick vs drake

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ambitionsource · 11 months ago

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THE ANTI-HERO ♦️ An AMBITION Playlist of Maddi-Curated Song and Artist Recs

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"Dreamer" by Laufey 🎶 Some might call me mad, the worst this town has had; I fell right down the rabbit hole, legends say I fell so fast I lost my soul... "Anti-Hero" by Taylor Swift 🎶 Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby, and I'm a monster on the hill; too big to hang out, slowly lurching towards your favorite city, pierced through the heart but never killed... "broken people" by almost monday 🎶 Only been down for a minute, feels so long when I'm in it... "Lost Angeles" by The Aces 🎶 Lost Angeles, you're the loneliest city I've ever known... "she's all i wanna be" by Tate McRae 🎶 She's got everything that I don't have and she's all I wanna be, all I wanna be so bad... "Knees Deep" by The Beths 🎶 With no scar, no memory, I'm envious; why pretend I'm not? "Being Alone" by Gatlin 🎶 Alone again, thought this would be more fun; always doomed from the start... "Silk Chiffon" by MUNA & Phoebe Bridgers 🎶 I'm high and I'm feeling anxious inside of the CVS... "The Good Part" by AJR 🎶 These things take time; mom and dad, they have a good life, but what the hell am I gonna do with mine? "Letter To My 13 Year Old Self" by Laufey 🎶 I know that you feel loud, so different from the crowd of big blue eyes, and long blonde hair, and boys that stare; keep on going with your silly dream, life is prettier than it may seem...

[ 🃏 Master Post ] [ ♣️ Lucas ] [ ♥️ Charlie ] [ ♠️ Maya ]

#❄️ SS 2023 #gifs #by maggie #farkle

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vanilla-phantoms · 2 years ago

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I could be so interested in a breakdown of your playlists! I love when people tell me their Kepler thoughts :)

Hoo boy here we go (I think I will do this in three separate posts bc otherwise it will be miles long, but here’s part one)

First off, here’s the playlist again for reference:

1. Tombstone Blues by Richie Havens

This one is on his official playlist by Urbena and it really influenced some of my hcs for him. It feels like a good tone setter for the whole playlist as well as starting off chronologically with his childhood.

“Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes

Daddy's in the alley, he's lookin' for food

I'm in the kitchen with the tombstone blues”

I headcanon he grew up poor with parents who were often absent and working, leading him to become very competent and self sufficient at a young age.

The verses to this song also have this sense of absurdist parody of capitalist wartime America which really fits well for his character as a whole

2. White Room by Cream

This one is also on his official playlist and I’m gonna be honest I mostly put it here for vibes. The lyrics don’t make too much sense except for the repeated train station setting. I especially like this verse for him:

“You said no strings could secure you at the station

Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows

I walked into such a sad time at the station

As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning”

Idk man. It just fits. There’s going to be a theme in these early life songs of restless frustration.

3. Time Bomb by Rancid

I discovered this song as a Jacobi song, but I can imagine Kepler in his mid teen years falling in with the ‘wrong crowd’ and having a rebellious phase. Once more mostly a reflection of an upbringing forcing him to grow up too fast and a restless anger from being someone very intelligent with few opportunities.

“Well, he's back in the hole where they got him living

Like a rat but he's smarter than that nine lives

Like a cat 15 years old, take him to the youth authority home

First thing you learn, you got to make it in this world alone”

4. King for a Day by Green Day

This is on there for gender headcanons that are very influenced by the headcanons of a friend of mine @vvarren-kepler (who will have more insightful comments about this than me). But it boils down to, Kepler is always someone who uses his image as a tool, and maybe at goddard he uses a traditionally masculine presentation to achieve a specific image and effect and because he knows life will be easier for him that way. Maybe, just maybe, when he was younger with a bit more freedom, he was a bit different.

5. Dirty Imbecile by The Happy Fits

See my other post here for this one:

6. Red Right Hand by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

This one is here for his recruitment into Goddard. I like to hc that Cutter recruited him himself, and so in this song Cutter is the man with the red right hand, coming to “rescue” kepler from his life with high and dangerous promises

7. The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie by Colter Wall

This song is a fun one for Kepler in general, but like the one before the “devil” in this song is actually Cutter. This is another one I have on here for his recruitment. I really like the metaphor of goddard as something kepler “sold his soul” or his humanity to, like Lovelace points out in that one scene.

Highlighting this lyric because I can really see cutter using a “you’re just like me” kind of technique when recruiting kepler:

“I know you, I know you young man

I know you by the state of your hands

You're a six-string picker

Just as I, I am”

8. Megalomania by David Lemaitre

This is for him as he’s just joined Goddard, getting used to the cutthroat lifestyle and feeling a little out of his depth.

9. Call Them Brothers by Regina Spektor

I’ve mentioned before that I hc Kepler as having a younger brother that he was the primary caretaker of growing up but who he is now estranged from. This is the process of that estrangement. I think kepler did stick around and take care of him at least until he came of age and could take care of himself, but not for long after that. This could also be the time he decides to change his name and separate himself from his family entirely (I also hc that Kepler isn’t his real surname)

10. Glory and Gore by Lorde

This one is also on his official playlist, and I’m using it to represent his transfer from more normal work in goddard to the black-ops work he ends up leading. I think he probably didn’t start there, but it’s always where Cutter intended to put him. This lyric is one I think fits him pretty well:

‘Delicate in every way but one (the swordplay)

God knows we like archaic kinds of fun (the old ways)

Chance is the only game I play with, baby

We let our battles choose us’

#I’ll be making a part 2 and 3 when I have time!#Warren kepler #wolf359

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iztarshi · 2 years ago

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Febuwhump - Secrets Revealed

Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

It only takes a month and a half after the Krang invasion before they’re back on the streets. Thank Draxum for super-healing. They’re not quite the same as they were. Leo’s got a new scarf wrapped around his neck and draping over the cracks in his upper carapace, while Raph doesn’t try to hide the lightning crack in his plastron or the patched hole in his carapace. Raph’s mask already hides the scars on his face, much as Donnie’s battle shell hides the scars he would rather no one saw. Mikey is wearing long black compression gloves, jazzed up with a bunch of neon rubber bracelets down the wrists. They’re all moving easily, though, and Mikey’s grip on his nunchucks is sure. There’s an 80% chance they’ll be fine as long as they take it easy.

“Okay, listen up,” Leo says. “Meatsweats has been sighted at Greenwich Village. We don’t know what he’s doing causing trouble so soon after the Invasion, but until we’re absolutely sure he’s not eating anything contaminated we treat it as an emergency.”

“Yeah, I don’t think even Rupert Swaggert could cook Krang and make it tasty. That is some nasty calamari,” Mikey chips in.

“No one moves in until Donnie’s finished scanning him. Donnie you’ve got the… the krang-bio-scanner ready to go?” Leo ignores Mikey and continues, his tone clipped and professional in a way that feels like another kind of scar. A wound in Leo’s bright personality healing rough and grey. Except Donnie caught the quick, self-satisfied gleam in Leo’s eyes, the tell-tale sign that he’s thought of a really terrible pun and is about to inflict it on his brothers, before he stopped himself. Leo pushing himself down, putting himself in a box, is still better than the idea that parts of him might have been lost.

“Ready and waiting,” Donnie confirms.

Leo nods. “Move out.”

The krang-bio-scanner is a delicate piece of work. Donnie has it set up on the roof, pointing down at Meatsweats from its tripod. Meatsweats seems to be doing nothing worse than looting a bakery, so once they’ve confirmed he hasn’t eaten any Krang this should be an easy first mission to get back into the swing of things.

Raph holds out an arm between Donnie and the scanner just as he goes to throw the switch. “Donnie, you’re sure it won’t give a false positive this time?”

“Scoff. You really think I have not adjusted it perfectly before using it in the field?” He ducks under Raph’s arm to swivel the tripod until it points at Leo and then pulls the lever. “See? It no longer registers the minor alien energy of mutants (which I am hypothesising is connected to empyrean, pending further research and an interview with Draxum) as a threat. Version 2.3.5 is completely reliable.”

“We went through this before the mission,” Leo says. “Let Donnie do his thing.”

“Thank you,” Donnie says, and swivels the scanner back towards Meatsweats. “Reading 0.63 KE, well within normal parameters.” He stands to his full height with a flourish. “We’re good to make our entrance.”

They land two on each side of Meatsweats, blocking both ends of the alley. Donnie is next to Raph, while Mikey and Leo are both watching Meatsweats from the other end of the alley, Mikey openly excited and Leo neutral.

“Oh, no, turtles,” Meatsweats groans. “Thought you lot was injured.”

“We heal fast,” Leo says.

“What are you doing robbing a bakery?” Raph asks, making Meatsweats turn. “Thought you did your own cooking.”

“If they want to use my recipe they can either put my name on it or let me eat the results,” Meatsweats says. He throws a cupcake into the air and swallows it in one bite. “Delicious.”

“Marketing is really important for a professional artiste,” Mikey says.

“Okaaaaay,” Leo says. He sounds tired and annoyed, which is about how Donnie feels. They’re all nervous about letting anything slide after the Key, but somehow even in the wake of an alien invasion they’ve managed to find something genuinely trivial. “I’m not even going to make you put that back because that’s probably against ADA laws-”

“CDC,” Donnie hisses.

“-CDC laws. But I am going to beat you up if you don’t get out of here now.”

Meatsweats picks Leo and Mikey as the ones he’d rather walk between to leave the alley. He swings his bag over his shoulder with one hand and raises the other to wipe his mouth. Then, right as he’s level with them, his teeth catch his glove and pull it off, tentacles sprouting and writhing towards Leo who jumps back out of reach with eyes like saucers.

“Or maybe I’ll get the main course before I go enjoy my dessert,” Meatsweats says.

Those writhing tentacles are making Donnie’s stomach churn, it’s like he can feel them on his back, sliding through his spine and into his mind. He’s never felt so scared and disgusted at the thought of being eaten by Meatsweats, not even the time Meatsweats put a pound of butter on him.

Leo looks like he feels the same way which doesn’t stop him grinning as he says, “Aren’t your lines getting awfully stale?” Only then he winces, tooth catching his lower lip, like even in this situation it hurts him to break his professionalism. Except, no. Donnie’s not the best at reading expressions but he doesn’t think it was just that.

Mikey’s nunchucks close around Meatsweats’ neck and whip him over their heads to land the other end of the alley, where Raph punches him a few times and takes the bag of cakes. Meatsweats groans, staring up at Raph, then tucks those horrible tentacles back into his glove, turns his little curly tail and scarpers.

Raph looks from the bag in his hand back to the bakery.

“You might as well bring those,” Mikey says. “Leo’s right about the CDC but I don’t mind eating them. We’re probably done now, so we can go home and have a nice snack.”

“We’re not done,” Leo says. “But if Donnie finds us a good vantage point we can eat while we keep a look out.”

Donnie picks a flat roof with a roof garden as their vantage point because he thinks they could all use the soothing influence of greenery. Especially him, since he would like his stomach to settle enough to actually eat a cupcake. Raph and Mikey are happy enough to dive in, Mikey taking bites out of three cakes at once for comparison purposes while Raph eats two in consecutive bites. Leo perches on the edge of the roof like a gargoyle and ignores them.

Donnie takes a coffee cake, thinking about the first time they met Meatsweats and how and why Donnie had ended up being buttered for cooking. The problem is that Donnie has a suspicion that is, he has to admit, really far fetched. One data point isn’t enough for anything like a hypothesis. If he’s wrong he’s going to look very stupid saying anything but if he’s right then for once he doesn’t want to leave things as they are while he collects data. He takes another cake and goes over to Leo.

“I brought you one,” he says. “It’s carrot cake.”

Leo holds out a hand for it. “Thanks, Don.”

Donnie leans over the edge, next to Leo, looking down at the brilliant neon of New York. Here and there it’s broken by dramatic black and white as, under floodlights, repairs go on into the night. What a town.

Donnie takes the back of Leo’s scarf and tugs.

Leo ends up on his ass in someone’s herb garden, Donnie with a long blue scarf trailing from his hand and linking them together. Around Leo’s neck, gleaming blue and unmistakable, is the collar Donnie built for him two years ago.

Donnie stands there, staring down at Leo, neither of them able to pull their eyes away. Leo’s cheeks are darkening with the brown colour of a blush under green.

Raph makes a small, pained noise.

Leo jumps to his feet, released from stasis all at once, and yanks the scarf out of Donnie’s hands, fumbling to wind it back around his neck.

“Leo,” Donnie says. “Take it off.”

“Why?” Leo asks. “You gave it to me. No one had any problem with me wearing it back then. I’m finally using your gift correctly, so lay off.”

“If you thought we’d find this acceptable you wouldn’t have hidden it,” Donnie says.

Raph steps forward, hesitating when Leo steps back. “You can’t wear something that hurts you,” Raph says.

“It’s just a reminder!” Leo’s twisting the end of the scarf in his hands, twisting the tassels. “I turned the voltage down, it doesn’t even make me twitch now. Just.” He sounds embarrassed. “Until I remember without it. That’s all.”

Donnie swallows hard, choking back bile. He hadn’t meant to hurt Leo. Not really. Not much. Just a reminder. It sounds so much worse in Leo’s voice, as something he’s doing to himself. Nor did Donnie think - at all - about how humiliating it would be to be given a behaviour modification device. To have someone think you needed one. They’d hurt his feelings when they’d misused the devices but he must have hurt theirs - all of theirs - so much more.

Mikey steps forward but like Raph, like Donnie himself, he stops outside of touching distance of Leo. They’re all thinking the same thing about the guy who can make portals and checks out of uncomfortable conversations.

“Dee didn’t mean it,” Mikey says. “None of us want you to feel bad enough you’d hurt yourself. That’s a really big thing, Leo.”

Leo’s going to argue that point but Donnie interrupts before he can. “Mikey’s right. I should not have given you something like that.”

Leo shakes his head. “It’s fine, I’m fine, you’re all worrying too much. It doesn’t really hurt. Look, back then I didn’t get it, why you’d want to change me, but you were right and I understand that now.”

“No,” Donnie hisses. “You don’t. Two years ago I thought that the team would be better if everyone on it was more like me. You were stupid and inefficient and I felt like everyone was slowing me down. Last year I did something even worse than that stupid collar and found out exactly why I was wrong. I altered your minds and nearly couldn’t bring you back. I nearly lost you because I thought I was the only one who could do what the team needed. You are not the only one who has learned this lesson..” Donnie’s shaking, tears gathering in his eyes. He hates this, he hates this so much, that he can only ever express his emotions by letting them take him over. Hollow out his insides and fill his head with static. “Now for Pavolov’s sake, take the stupid thing off.”

Leo looks like he’s been punched in the snout, hands pulling nervously at his scarf like he’s unsure whether to unwind it again. For once he seems lost for words.

“Leo, please,” Raph says, voice a hoarse rumble. Mikey nods frantically, fixing big, scared eyes on Leo, and Donnie sees Leo wilt under that gaze. He tugs his scarf away and undoes the collar, finally taking it away from his neck and holding it loosely in one hand.

Donnie swipes out his bo, knocking the collar out of Leo’s hand and into the ground with enough force to smash it. Electrical components scatter over someone’s parsley.

Leo meets Donnie’s eyes still looking stunned and nobody has anything to say.

#rottmnt #febuwhump #febuwhump day 6 #rise turtles #self harm tw

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rainbowangel110 · 1 year ago

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*cracks knuckles* Challenge accepted @bloodied-dagger :)

Have fun y'all :D

1: When you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

More cereal cuz crunchy

2: Do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

Depends on if it's dry air or not, if it's dry, NOPE

3: What random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

Unlike a certain someone I actually use bookmarks! There were these bookmarks you can make so you just put em on the corner of the page that you're reading and it's really cute :D really easy to make

4: How do you take your coffee/tea?

I don't drink tea, but I drink the fluffy coffee that my mom makes

5: Are you self-conscious of your smile?

Sometimes when my picture is being taken, other times it's "Eh fuck it, we ball."

6: Do you keep plants?

Does the bouquet that my sister bought for me from HEB on b-day count?? (They were white daisies that were dyed a light blue)

7: Do you name your plants?

8: What artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

I normally just sketch it out whenever I feel like it

9: Do you like singing/humming to yourself?

In my head, but whenever no ones around it kinda spills out quietly (My singing voice is not great)

10: Do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

Side and back

11: What’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

Lol you guys hang out with your irl friends?

12: What’s your favorite planet?

I have a soft spot for Mars cuz it's what got me curious about space in the first place!

13: What’s something that made you smile today?

My mutuals hanging out with fun tags to read and Percy Jackson and The Sea of Monsters

14: If you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

We have our own rooms, with sunny windows and a balcony, maybe a cat, and it feels homey

15: Go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

Ain't googling nothing cuz!!! Did you know that if you fell into a black hole, you would see time speed up so fast that you could potentially see everything that happens for the rest of time? And on the other side, from the other persons perspective, you slow down so much that at some point you'd stop, and then disappear? This is because the black hole's point of singularity is so dense that it warps space-time really hard, it becomes an inverted pinpoint on the plane of reality :D

16: What’s your favorite pasta dish?

Normally my family just boil up some pasta and throw in veggies, meant, ketchup and soy sauce.

17: What color do you really want to dye your hair?

I think it's be cool if I had a dark blue fade in, cuz my hair is already really dark brown

18: Tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

Really old, from 7th grade lunch break, someone from the table asked "Hey, anyone know what the Spanish word for dog is?" and I confidentially go "Puta :D"

Which apparently means bitch :D so I guess I was half right?

19: Do you keep a journal? What do you write/draw/ in it?

20: What’s your favorite eye color?

OH it has to be amber or some form of heterochromia, sectoral or total to be exact, it's so pretty!

21: Talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

Applies to my school bag from middle school (which I don't have anymore). Thing was with me through thick and thin.

22: Are you a morning person?

*glances at the clock* *1:35 am* No

23: What’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

Tumblr, Reddit, read, and if I feel like it, draw

24: Is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

Doubt it

25: What’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

Excuse me?! Yeah no never broken into a place before sorry

Oooh, a quarter of the way! Starting to regret opening the read more?

26: What are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

Sandals lol

27: What’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?

Like Dagger said on his thing, bubblegum is a flavor. And like Dagger said, watermelon. You can't ever go wrong with watermelon gum :)

28: Sunrise or sunset?

Sunrises are pretty to look at I will say

29: What’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

When they ramble about something they're into and are very enthusiastic about it, very adorable.

30: Think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

Yes

31: What is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

Socks are great, I don't wear em to bed tho. I have this pair of socks that have a base grey color with the border being blue and it has colorful stars on it

32: Tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

Lol I've never hung out with friends on occasion, and definitely not till 3 am

33: What’s your fave pastry?

Cupcakes ig (but not too much frosting!), and sugar cookies

34: Tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. What is it called? What does it look like? Do you still keep it?

I have this stuffed doll I got from my grandmother for my first birthday (or so I'm told) and it's blond with and orange hat, dress, and shoes. I still have it, it's in my closet.

35: Do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

They look cool but I've only ever had the multicolor pen

36: Which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

^ Has never listened to a band ever

37: Do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

I like it clean (rn my cousin is in my room with my sister so that one is REALLY messy, meanwhile the guest room I'm staying is really clean and I like it a lot :D)

38: Tell us about your pet peeves!

Muttering under your breath. Annoys the heck out of me

39: What color do you wear the most?

Blue cuz blue jeans lol

40: Think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?

This pastel earring set shaped like flowers/hearts/butterflies that I have, very cute (don't wear it all that much but I like it)

41: What’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

The PJO set I have right next to me rn, Salt to the Sea, A Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Rise of Kyoshi, Wings of Fire: Darkstalker

42: Do you have a favorite coffee shop? Describe it!

Don't have one

43: Who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

MAN I WISH

44: When was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

Rn ig, it's really chill

45: Do you trust your instincts a lot?

I use them to gauge how to respond to people sometimes

46: Tell us the worst pun you can think of.

What do you call a lamp training for a sporting contest? An O-LAMP-ic athlete :D

47: What food do you think should be banned from the universe?

Would have said tomatoes, but they actually have a use (ketchup, tomato sauce on pizza etc), so pickles it is

48: What was your biggest fear as a kid? Is it the same today?

Snakes and YES STILL SCARED OF EM

49: Do you like buying CDs and records? What was the last one you bought?

Never bought one

50: What’s an odd thing you collect?

I don't collect

Halfway there Dagger and Enb :)

51: Think of a person. What song do you associate with them?

Does a fictional person count? Actually fuck it, Nimona as "All is Soft Inside" by Aroura

52: What are your favorite memes of the year so far?

The Barbie and Ken mugshots are funny

53: Have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? Heathers? Beetlejuice? Pulp fiction? What do you think of them?

Nope, never seen a horror picture show

54: Who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

Can't recall

55: What’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

Y'all remember that one time Dagger was making a joke about us Live Slug Reaction-ing Sofi and Human and used Esme as an example, and we all said "NAH they do the same thing", and I screenshotted a bunch of their posts of them being lovey dovey? Twas a fun day.

56: What are some things you find endearing in people?

When they are passionate about something and ramble about it

57: Go listen to bohemian rhapsody. How did it make you feel? Did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

I can't listen to it rn cuz it's late any my headphones are far away

58: Who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? Why?

No one really

59: What’s your favorite myth?

There's a lot to pick from here....

60: Do you like poetry? What are some of your faves?

Not really a poetry enthuisast

61: What’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? The stupidest one you’ve ever received?

My mom is like "Oh, your friend (who I haven't talked to in a long time) it grown up, lets get a gift card for her!"

And then there was that one time I got perfume. Not a person who wears perfume regularly mind you.

62: Do you drink juice in the morning? Which kind?

Does water count?

63: Are you fussy about your books and music? Do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

For my books? ABSOULUTLY!! Keep em safe so I can read em

64: What color is the sky where you are right now?

Black

65: Is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

My friends Alex, Carolyn, and Nicole

66: What would your ideal flower crown look like?

As long as it's pretty I'm okay with one :)

67: How do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

They feel cozy

68: What’s winter like where you live?

Cold wind but no snow

69: What are your favorite board games?

Scrabble and Ludo ig?? I like Uno better

70: Have you ever used a ouija board?

I would prefer not to mess with te spirits of those who must pass on

71: What’s your favorite kind of tea?

I don't drink tea

72: Are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

Nah not really.

73: What are some of your worst habits?

Chewing my nails and inside of my mouth

74: Describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

Artsy, talented, definitely got a hang on life

75: Tell us about your pets!

I don't have any

Almost there! 25 questions left :D

76: Is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

Sleeping :)

77: Pink or yellow lemonade?

Yellow

78: Are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

I wanna drop kick em

79: What’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

My sister making Pokémon drawings for me on my birthday

80: what color are your bedroom walls? Did you choose that color? If so, why?

They are the classic whitish color, was there when we got the house

81: Describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

Autumn but there's still green on some trees

82: Are/were you good in school?

I could do better honestly.

83: What’s some of your favorite album art?

Uhh I dunno any albums

84: Are you planning on getting tattoos? Which ones?

Never really been into tatoos

85: Do you read comics? What are your faves?

I have a Webtoons account, I love Hand Jumper, Purple Hyacinth, Castle Swimmer, Beetle Hands, Saphie the One Eyed Cat, Rooftops and Roommates, Lumine, Little Matcha Girl, Acception and there's more I'm blanking on

86: Do you like concept albums? Which ones?

Idk what those are sorry

87: What are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

Nimona (sorry for the small spoilers Dagger!!), Spiderman ISV/ASV

88: Are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

Eh not really

89: Are you close to your parents?

Kinda

90: Talk about your one of you favorite cities.

Houston is okay??? If you ignore a lot of stuff

91: Where do you plan on traveling this year?

Eh, not really traveling anywhere

92: Are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

Honestly don't know, the soy sauce/meat/veggies do it for me

93: What’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

Was a ponytail until I got this haircut that's a little too short, so it's open until I'm able to tie it up again into a tiny ponytail

94: Who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

Charolette aka @angelcloves

95: What are your plans for this weekend?

Spend time with my cousin, maybe work on this draft of LDRAU

96: Do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

Procrastinate, but not a lot

97: Myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

No fucking clue, Cancer, never looked it up and never gonna

98: When’s the last time you went hiking? Did you enjoy it?

No clue man

99: List some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

"Pokémon Legends Arcus: Giratina"

Runaway by Aurora (I think it's neat)

"Help! Oh Well" by Something Else YT (Again, it's cool)

100: If you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? Why?

On one hand, I can go back in time and help younger me know that the bullies are gonna be gone soon, and that we'll be fine (and maybe deck said bullies while I'm at it), but on the other hand I'm uncertain about the future and myself. Can I take both? I want both please

AND THAT'S THE END FOLKS :D .... Hello?? Anypony still here???

Oh. Well, I'll leave this here if anyone wants to answer all of the question or reblog it :)

#ask game #just posting #it's now 2:31 am here hahahahahahaaha

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kyovtani · 4 years ago

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𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 – 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 (𝟐)

— pairing: Kyoutani Kentarou x female Reader

— genre: smut, angst, little bit of fluff to keep the balance; tattoo artist!kyoutani, inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers!AU, SLOW BURN

— word count: 9.6k

— warnings: swearing, mentions of infidelity and violence, as well as the consumption of drugs and alcohol; smut: corruption kink, degradation and dumbification, dacryphilia, praising, spitting, (soft) dom!kyou, oral (m. receiving), fingering, dry humping, unprotected sex (dont do that kids), impreg kink, iwaoi say hi-

— (A/N: and here’s part two! thank you SO much for all the love you sent my way after i published the first part. ngl i was a little nervous bc i thought it was boring and not interesting at all but you guys easily pushed me out of that hole so thank you for everything. i love and appreciate you with my whole heart. all the love, zade xx)

[ part one ]

— summary: after fucking up, you make it your mission to get him back..(im so bad at this pls just- okay.)

"He's not picking up, Hana", you say, another soft cry falling from your lips before you bury your face in your pillow.

“Once in my fucking life a guy treats me good and the way I've always wanted to be treated and I had to fuck it up. Why the fuck am I like this, Hana? Why can I not enjoy one fucking good thing in my fucking mediocre life", the profanities keep coming just like the tears and the amount of frustration and anger rushing through your veins is nowhere near normal anymore.

"Calm down, love", Hana sighs and makes you sit up so she can look into your tear stained face as she tries her best to make sure her words actually find their way to your pain clouded mind, "at this point you shouldn't worry too much because you do know Kyoutani, don't you? He does lose his temper a lot, so give him the time he needs and then you'll show up at his doorstep, suck his cock and make up with him, yeah?", she explains calmly.

"If this hurts you so much, why the fuck did you even say he's just a friend, Y/N? I really don't understand", Hana mumbles and lets out another sigh, her hands caressing yours softly, managing to calm you down a little bit.

“You're right, I should just– give him some time and things will eventually fall into place", you reply after crying a little more and with an encouraging smile your best friend nods at you before she suggests a movie marathon to which you happily agree.

At least something to distract you from all the demons inside your head.

After changing into your pj's and doing your night time routine, you plop down onto the couch next to your bestie again, her eyes focused on the phone in her hand and knowing she's probably either sexting or inviting her new boyfriend has you shrugging at her lack of attention as you start looking for a good movie to begin the night with.

However, just when you're about to read the description of some kind of french rom-com, Hana puts her phone back into her lap and starts staring at you with her pretty eyes widened in shock.

"What's wrong?", you ask and turn to look at her, reaching for her hands but before you even get the chance to touch her, Hana unlocks her phone and holds it up for you to watch someone's instagram story.

The video begins with loud music, a crowd full of young college students whose faces definitely are familiar.

Everyone in the video is dancing, making out, smoking and just chatting in a random living room and every now and then there's someone yelling in the back – a typical college party.

However, just as the video is about to end, the camera shifts to a tall male leaning against the wall, obviously standing really close to the person who's filming and it takes you a full blown thirty seconds to realize who said male is.

Kyoutani Kentarou.

You stare at the phone for another minute, your throat dry and your head empty as a thick veil of tears slowly starts blurring your sight before you finally decide to pay attention to the username.

"He can't be fucking serious", you hiss, fisting the blanket beneath you, the urge to punch something or someone becoming unbearable, "what the fuck is he doing at a random college party with – Sora?"

"Y/N, don't–", "Whose party is that?", you interrupt your best friend, not giving a single fuck about her attempts to calm you down; not anymore. Hana gulps harshly and strictly avoids your gaze as she mumbles a name and you roll your eyes, asking her to speak up with an annoyed sigh.

"It's one of Yuuji’s frat parties", and as soon as your best friend says the name of your ex-boyfriend, a cold shiver of disgust runs down your spine and you can feel yourself getting lightheaded from all the emotions rushing through your overwhelmed body.

"Don't follow me if you're going to stop me from leaving, Hana", you say and stand up before quickly disappearing inside your room.

You have no idea how you manage to get dressed, your outfit consisting of a pair of jeans and a hoodie you can't even remember buying and you don't even wanna think about what your hair and face look like when you end up leaving the house with your keys and your phone.

After driving this route for over two years on an almost daily basis, it takes you less than ten minutes to arrive in front of the huge house your ex-boyfriend lives in.

The memories start finding their way back into your head way too fast, taking away your breath and numbing your whole body because even if you didn’t love Yuuji anymore, the bitter feeling of betrayal still manages to hit you in just the right way.

It takes you a lot of willpower to actually approach the house and eventually get in. And after being in between the crowds of drunk, stinky college students, you remember why you hate college parties so much.

"I – Wow”, a familiar voice manages to break through the loud music, your instant reaction just an annoyed eye roll, “you were the last person I expected to see at one of our frat parties", Yuuji says and comes to stand in front of you.

His blonde hair messily falling into his handsome face and from the way his whole face seems to be covered in the deepest shade of red – including his eyes – you know that he's probably higher than the stars and you can't help but sigh.

"I'm not here to party, Yuuji", you hiss, feeling the anger crawl up your spine again the longer you look at your ex, "my boyfriend is here and I have to talk to him."

"So you and that tattooed guy are actually a thing? Didn't think so since he, you know – showed up with another girl", Terushima mumbles and pulls out a cigarette from his pocket, a mischievous smile on his lips.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Yuuji", you spit back and roll your eyes, taking in the way the pretty boy arches his brows up in pure shock at your rather new attitude, "go and get high or whatever you do to feel proud of yourself", are the last words you say to him before you walk away, your heart thrumming inside your throat.

Your eyes roam the huge crowd, desperately searching for the only face you wanna look at right now and you try to remember where they were standing in the video Sora had posted only to realize that you can't remember.

After all you only watched the video once, your whole attention laying on Kyoutani. And after almost fifteen minutes, you find yourself slowly giving up.

Maybe this was just not meant to happen or maybe Kyoutani has left already.

He probably left with Sora- something you can’t and won’t ever blame him for.

After all she's literally one of the prettiest and hottest girls you have ever seen – anyone who rejects her would be out of their mind (or not attracted to girls which isn't the case when it comes to Kyoutani).

You give it another ten minutes of desperately looking around before you let out a deep sigh which gets lost in the loudness and thick air of the party before you finally start making your way back to the front door.

You quickly walk back to your car, trying your best to ignore everyone around you, especially all the drunk guys who are currently about to get into a verbal fight over something totally random and the last thing you want to experience those threats becoming reality.

At some point you're scared they might even include you which is probably why you end up literally sprinting and even though you always park so far away from frat houses just because you've heard way too many stories of people getting their cars stolen during parties, but right now you just wished you would have listened to your gut feeling and parked in front of the fraternity like every normal person.

However, to your life long luck, you spot a tall figure standing a little too close to your vehicle just as you’re about to unlock it. You slow down your movements almost instantly upon seeing the stranger, yet your eyes still try to figure out if it's someone you know despite the darkness surrounding the two of you.

He has probably spotted you by now, after all you're still panting like crazy from speed walking down to where your car is and it takes you a full minute to realize how loud you're actually being.

"Y/N", the male suddenly says, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine and even though it could have been everyone, it sounds a tad bit too familiar to your ears which is probably why you end up approaching him slowly.

"It's me, Kyoutani", he adds and at the same moment the words leave his lips, you finally recognize his pretty features which seem extra beautiful underneath the bright moonlight.

And then realization hits you.

"How did you know–", "Hana called me and asked if I could make sure you got home even if I didn't want to talk to you. So, here I am. Get in the car so I can tell her I did my part of the job", he interrupts you quickly, obviously not having the intention to interact with you and the way his usually so tender-filled eyes and calming voice are nothing but ice-cold has a thick veil of tears blurring your sight.

Never ever did you think about the moment, where Kyoutani puts the cold mask on he loved to hide behind when he had first looked at you all those weeks ago.

And the longer he avoids your gaze, the heavier the burden on your chest becomes.

"I'm sorry, Tani", you whisper, your voice breaking at the end, easily giving away how much his cold demeanor has gotten to you.

“Of course you're not just a friend to me and I d-don't know why I introduced you like that, everything happened so quickly and I – panicked. It's not an excuse and does not justify my behavior but I just wanted you to know that you've always been more than just a friend to me", you continue, managing to keep talking upon realizing that Kyoutani won't interrupt you and the way he even listens to you with his eyes looking everywhere but yours is absolutely enough for you.

"What am I to you then, Y/N? Am I the guy you're casually fucking? Your booty call? Am I your second choice? Like what the fuck do you expect me to say? I know we never put a label to – this", he starts pointing at you and then himself, "but you knew I was serious about it, about you. So, I just don't understand why you would even think about considering me a friend. I told you that I am not one for that friends with benefits kinda shit and you agreed yet you did this and now I can't help but be convinced you just used me to get that Yuuji fucker.”

Kyoutani is angry and he doesn't even try to hide it as he spits out those words, the ones he’s probably been dying to say out loud for the past few days and you know he has every right to actually be mad at you, his words still hit you in a way you didn't expect them to.

"I'd never do that to you, Kentarou; I'd never use you like that, please believe me", you say quickly, a little surprised you're even able to form proper sentences.

“You m-mean so much to me and I just don't know how to put it into words. My heart hurt so much when I watched you type your number into Sora's phone but the demons in my head, they just kept talking over my heart and – I'm just really sorry, Kyou, I really am", you sigh and after realizing that he's not going to look at you, you finally manage to shift your gaze away from his pretty face.

"Go home, Y/N. It's been a long day for both of us and I think some more distance will help me get my mind straight", Kyoutani replies after a long, torturous beat of silence lingering in the cold air and even if it wasn’t the reply you had hoped to hear, you're glad he's at least not completely ending it.

"Okay b-but at least let me drive you home?", you ask softly, wiping away the few tears which had managed to escape and when you look up at the beautiful faced male in front of you, his eyes meet you for the first time since what feels like forever and you feel yourself melting away.

"I don't think that's a good idea, pretty girl", Kyoutani sighs, the soft pet name sending your mind into the sweetest haze of comfort just like that, "it's only been a few days but I am craving your touch and I just know I'm going to lose it and fuck you against the next best surface if we get into that car together, so I have to decline this offer", he adds and takes another step back, his lips stretching into a tiny smile and you can’t deny how much his words have you gotten you worked up, but you have no choice but to nod.

"Have a good night, baby", Kyoutani sighs and deep down you're hoping for a kiss, after all it's been way too long since you got to feel close to him but instead, he just lifts his hand up and starts waving at you and just as he is about to turn around, you find yourself reaching for his wrist. The fear and despair inside of you making you a little too brave for your personal liking but you know you can't just let him walk away like that.

"Please, Tani- Kyoutani", you whisper and let out a soft sigh of relief when he turns around to face you again, "I won't try anything, I just want to spend a little bit more time with you."

Kyoutani takes a deep breath, his dark eyes roaming your face and wandering down your body and even though it feels like he's literally devouring you alive, you enjoy his burning gazes regardless, a hidden part inside of you even craving them.

A solid minute passes by before he lets out a sigh and gives you a nod, his plump lips pressed into a thin line.

It takes you another deep breath and a couple of seconds to actually calm yourself down from the rollercoaster of emotions you've been through within the time span of an hour and as you sit there in your car, inhaling the cold air of the night, your mind starts replaying everything that went down, starting from the day you met Kyoutani, to your first and most recent kiss, as well as the encounter with Sora and your deep anger towards Yuuji.

The drive to Kyoutani's apartment passes by in a blur, way too fast for your liking and you can't help but pout when you pull up in front of the huge building, knowing very well that this will be the last interaction with the handsome tattoo artist for the upcoming few days and you can already feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

He's been awfully quiet, not like you actually said anything but Kyoutani's silence was intense, boring into your soul and actually suffocating you to a point where the urge to just jump out of the car became overwhelming.

You know he's probably going through everything just like you, yet the feeling that his thoughts are more on the negative side just won't leave you alone and you hate the way your assumptions are being confirmed as soon as Kyoutani turns to look at you.

"I – love you, Y/N", he suddenly says, his voice soft and calm, yet still deep and the way it's filled with tenderness and the sweetest bit of longing makes the effect of those magical words even heavier.

Your lips part in shock, your head having a difficult time actually processing his confession and you can feel your whole body going into a standby mode.

"But you're not good for me."

You remember the way your heart broke into thousands of pieces when you found out the alleged love of your life was cheating on you without even batting an eye.

The pain was so intense and heavy, you didn't know how to deal with it and at some point you were convinced that your heart had stopped beating for a solid minute. It was bad, left you speechless and threw you into a hole of darkness you barely managed to escape from, yet still leaving you grateful for the experience.

You thought your first heartbreak would be able to prepare you for what's to come in the future, but what you went through as soon as those words had fallen past Kyoutani’s lips, can't be compared to anything you've ever felt before.

Your heart starts clenching as his words keep replaying inside of your head and your throat so is going absolutely dry from your desperate attempts to gasp for air as the feeling of being suffocated comes back.

Everything around you seems to disappear, your eyes still focused on Kyoutani's intense gaze as the feeling of emptiness starts filling up your whole body.

You easily lose track of time, your heart beat so slow and heavy and when the wave of reality crashes you yet again, an almost inaudible sob falls past your lips.

"B-But...", you can't get yourself to speak, the words getting stuck in your throat and soft cries the only thing filling the inside of your car.

And yet, there are so many things you want to tell him, so many things rushing through your mind at the highest speed, almost impossible to grasp them and actually put them into proper sentences.

"You have too much control over me. I lost myself trying to fit into the picture of a lover you need and deserve. But – I am not who I used to be anymore”, Kyoutani explains, nervously rubbing the sides of his pierced node with his thumb as he avoids looking in your direction at all costs.

“I am scared of losing what's obviously not mine. You make me feel weak and vulnerable and I just can't deal with it. You've become the center of my world, and I can't control how much it affects me. How much you affect me and – I hate it", he continued, his voice is still incredibly calm, yet a bittersweet tone of fear coating every single one of his words.

"B-But...", yet again, the whole of your vocabulary seems vanished, not one word to say as the knot in your throat tightens even further.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I thought I could do it but – I am not meant to love and you deserve to be loved in the most special way possible”, he takes another quick break, letting out a sigh of exhaustion, “and that's why I'm letting you go. Please, don't hate me. Take care and – goodbye, my love.”

Those are his last words before he presses his lips against your forehead, making your head spin like crazy because of the contrast of his heartbreaking words and his soft kiss.

Kyoutani leaves without saying another word. He doesn't even look back once as he walks away and enters the apartment building, while you can't stop staring at the door with hot tears streaming down your cheeks and loud sobs filling the suffocating air surrounding you.

There you are, yet again.

Your eyes staring into the dark night as your body tries to cope with the intensity of pain you've thought you had overcome.

The constant breaking of your heart starts numbing every part of your body and you slowly start losing yourself in this certain kind of darkness.

Seconds turn into minutes and without even realizing, a whole hour has gone by with you staring into nothing.

Your mind plays games with you as it keeps replaying his words, his behavior, his kiss and the feeling of slowly but certainly going insane as you get out of the car a little too fast.

You tumble back, the sudden coldness hitting you right in the face and the mental as well as physical exhaustion has your body trembling.

And then it hits you.

The wave of anger, wrath, frustration and hatred literally wakes you up, pulls you back into reality and ends up taking over you completely.

Your eyes find the huge apartment building Kyoutani lives in, staring at it as if you could set it on fire and you know what you're about to do is a bad idea but your body acts before your mind can even get the chance to intervene.

And that's how you find yourself almost brutality slamming your fist against Kyoutani's door, your heart hammering against your rib cage way too fast for it to be still physically healthy and ten thousand different thoughts rushing through your chaotic mind.

"What the fuck is going – Y/N", Kyoutani looks at you with his pretty eyes slightly widened in shock, his lips parting as he struggles to keep his eyes on you and a disgusting feeling of shame and embarrassment starts filling you up.

You know this is pathetic, you are aware of how stupid you look standing in front of him like this but you just can't get yourself to actually care about it.

"Y/N, please don't-", "No, I listened to what you had to say and now I'm going to talk and you're going to listen to me. Before that I am not going anywhere because I deserve this", you cut him off, hands balled into fists as you try to stay calm but the more you think about his words in the car, the angrier you get.

"I–", Kyoutani sighs, his eyes nervously roaming your face and upon noticing the way you seem to shiver from the cold and your lack of clothing, he lets his conscience get the best of him, "alright, come in then.”

You follow him inside, the familiar scent of vanilla and Kyoutani's favorite febreeze scent filling your nose and you hate the way how comfortable you are.

After all you've been spending quite some time in this apartment; visiting him after your classes so he could bury his face between your legs and then offer you some homemade food, followed by a good old ghibli movie and lots of cuddles has become some kind of routine.

Oh, how you hate him for ruining all of those memories.

"Do you want something to drink? You're probably freezing", he offers, his voice filled with concern and you know he is right and you'd definitely give everything for a cup of tea and maybe some water, you still shove all of your body’s basic needs into the very back of your head and try to regain your composure.

"I – you – we", you take a deep breath, your mind struggling to put all of those racing thoughts into some kind of order, yet failing miserably.

But there's so much you want to say to him; so many things you want him to hear and now that you are actually standing in front of him, your body betrays you.

"You're a fucking coward, Kyoutani Kentarou", is the first thing you finally manage to let out, "and I hate you for leaving me like this. I fucking hate you.”

Deep down, you hate yourself for saying those words; the choice of words and the incredible heaviness they come with are usually not your way of expressing yourself yet you're not regretting them.

You don't know how this night is going to end, maybe this will be the last time you get to see Kyoutani or he'll eventually fuck you into oblivion and you finally end up together; but nevertheless you want your words to hurt him; you want them to wake him up just like his did to you.

"How dare you confess your love to me and tell me I basically ruined your life in the same breath when you're the one who's fucking all of this – us up. Yes, I’ve made a mistake and I've been regretting my choice of words for the past four days, even came to the point where I accepted your distance and decided to let go because I know how much my words hurt you. But us ending like this? Definitely not going to happen", Kyoutani stares at you with his pretty eyes focusing you attentively, barely blinking, not moving at all; he’s just listening to you.

"I just – don't understand how you can be this oblivious."

"Oblivious? Oblivious to what?", he asks, his voice a little deeper and raspier, sending goosebumps straight dow your spine as if your body needed to remind you the effect he has on you.

"Oblivious to everything. This is what love does to people, Kentarou. Of course you're going to feel weak and vulnerable because of me - because of the one you love. After all the point of being loved and loving someone else is showing those vulnerabilities and weakness to the person you trust the most because you know, or at least you hope, they won't take advantage of it.”

You take a deep breath, your mind slowing down as you ease yourself into his calming embrace and subconsciously losing yourself in the comfort it comes with.

“I'm yours. I've been yours since the very first day and we both know this, that's why you are so scared of losing me. And that's why my words hurt you so much”, you can tell that he’s already processing your words as much as he can; his habit of scratching the back of his head giving him away easily.

"You said you've lost yourself trying to fit into this picture of someone who I deserve but – you are the one who created that picture in the first place. Just because my first boyfriend was an alleged goody two shoes doesn't mean that you have to be like that too. Fuck that", you hiss, the thought of Kyoutani changing even the slightest bit about himself sending jolts of anger through your veins, "I don't care if you dropped out of college or that you have tattoos and piercings and bleach blonde hair. None of that matters to me because it's you, your kind heart and your pure soul I fell in love with.”

And suddenly - you can feel the burden on your shoulders disappear when those certain words leave your lips and the second Kyoutani raises his eyebrows in slight surprise before he locks eyes with you again has another breath of fresh air run through your suffocated lungs.

"Yes, I'm in love with you, Kyoutani Kentarou. Believe it or not, but for me, you're perfect just like this, with all your tiny habits and every single tattoo. There's nothing I'd change about you and I'm genuinely, truly sorry if I ever made you feel like you needed to change for me. You're a great guy and I guess that's why I ran back here after sitting in that car, crying for an hour because I couldn't stop thinking about the way you confessed your love to me”, you feel the thick veil of tears appear before they manage to block your sight, making the pretty face in front of you turn into bourry little pixels as your emotions overwhelm you.

“And yes, you are meant to be loved; maybe not meant to be loved by me but you deserve to be loved, do you hear me?"

You go up to him, closing some of the distance between the two of you before your finger darts out and poke his strong chest, trying to ease the tension after letting go of all those thoughts, "you deserve to love and to be loved because you're a good person. And I just – wanted to thank you for letting me into your life. Meeting you, getting to know the beautiful person you are has been one of the best things that has happened to me and I will cherish these memories forever."

And with those words you take a deep breath, let out another sigh, goving away your acceptance of defeat before you lift your head and prepare yourself to say your last goodbye no matter how painful it is.

"Take care, Kyoutani Kentarou and thank you, for everything", the words fall past your lips in the form of a whisper solely because you're too scared to break if you raised your volume just slightly.

You turn around and feel the first tear find its way down your cheek before you even get to walk away.

And just as you wrap your fingers around the doorknob, the sound of rushed footsteps approaching you makes you halt your movements.

"D-Don't go", Kyoutani suddenly says, his voice breaking when he comes to stand behind you, so close you can actually feel the warmth he's radiating, "I need you...so bad", he whispers into your ear, pressing his forehead against the back of your neck and it's like everything that happened tonight becomes irrelevant.

You turn around, not expecting Kyoutani to push you against the door with his whole body, yet still embracing him as much as you can.

With a soft sob, you start inhaling his unique scent, grazing his soft skin with your fingers and letting the warmth blossom inside of your chest after feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath your palm.

"Don't leave me, please", he cries, the tears running down his flushed cheeks despite his desperate attempts of holding back, "let's do this whole love thing.”

You stand there for what feels like an eternity, just hugging each other, taking in each other's presence and calming down from everything that has happened in such a short time. You finally calm down completely, Kyoutani's soft touches and tiny kisses give you the last bit of energy you needed and for the first time in almost three months, there's not one demon in your head trying to make you overthink something.

Because this feels perfect; there's literally no other word to describe the feeling of holding Kyoutani Kentarou and being held by him.

But nevertheless, you've been on a constant adrenaline rush for the past four hours and the exhaustion has been killing you, making you grow tired a lot faster than usual.

"What about moving this to your room, hm? I'd rather fall asleep with you in your bed than against the door; especially because I know the boys are out and will be coming home soon", you say softly, lifting Kyoutani's head from the crook of your neck and looking at him.

He sighs and gives you a soft kiss, giving you a nod in response before he gets himself to let go of you; his warmth leaving with him and it's almost disgusting how you literally crave his presence.

After Kyoutani makes you drink two glasses of water to avoid the dehydration of your body, he hands you one of his thick hoodies and leaves you to get ready in his bathroom.

You come back to the sight of him sitting against the headboard of his king sized bed, his oversized shirt revealing the perfect amount of collarbones and you enjoy the sight of his pretty skin and the dark lines covering most of it as well as the way his sweats hug his strong thighs in the best way possible.

And as you watch his eyes lazily roam your body, a hot jolt of arousal finds its way through your veins and right to your cunt.

"Don't look at me like that, sweet girl", Kyoutani suddenly groans and cocks his head to the side, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he gulps harshly; his eyes never once leaving yours.

"B-But Tani...", you reply, approaching him with tiny steps become you come to stand right next to his tall figure, feeling yourself growing needier because of the way your body is craving his touch now more than ever.

“Baby…”, he replies and gulps harshly, knowing your body better than yourself after weeks of getting to know you in a way nobody has ever before.

"Please, Tani...please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me. I've been waiting for so long...", you plead, your fingers coming to graze his pretty lips as memories of all the times he had turned you into a crying mess with those lips.

Kyoutani is just as affected by the change in tension as you, the slight bulge in his grey sweatpants as well as the hunger burning in his eyes giving him away.

"You're such a pretty angel girl, aren’t you?", he whispers and sits up, pulling you closer to make you stand in between his legs as he starts caressing your hot cheeks with his fingers.

“Yet you're saying all those naughty things”, Kentarou chuckles deeply, “imagine how people would react if they knew what a cockhungry little slut you actually are", upon hearing those degrading names, your cunt starts clenching around nothing and a high pitched whimper escaped your throat.

"For you...", you whisper, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth the second Kyoutani starts placing open mouthed kisses on your neck.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling the material of his shirt a little too tightly.

"Of course, baby, you're mine after all and this sweet cunt", the sudden feeling of his palm pressing against the damped fabric of your panties has you gasping for air, "belongs to me, and me only", Kyoutani grunts, pulling the skin of your neck between his lips before he starts sucking gently as well as slowly moving his fingers against the lacey fabric between your legs.

"Yes, it's yours", you reply, after several weeks of being intimate with Kyoutani you've learned one thing and that's how much he loves hearing you say all those dirty and lewd things, "please fuck me."

"Patience, my love, patience. I am going to fuck you", Kentarou replies calmly and suddenly pushes you away, his hands disappearing from your body and when your lid flutter open because of the lack of touch, he shoots you one of his cocky smirks, "but let's not forget the whole friend situation, hm? What about you make it up to me before I fuck you like the little whore you are?"

His words have excitement rush through your blood, your head literally spinning just from the thought of finally getting to be on the giving end after weeks of him playing the selfless lover.

You nod eagerly, anticipation sparkling in your eyes as you watch him palm himself over his sweats before you get on your knees and wait for him to let go of his now fully erect cock.

However, the more seconds pass by like this, the more nervous you become because for some reason you suddenly remember that you've basically never sucked dick before.

Your head shoots up with slight panic written all over your face and of course Kyoutani notices your change in demeanor right away.

"What's wrong, angel?", he asks you and stops the movements of his hands.

"I don't know how to do it, Tani", you whisper, knowing there's no point in being shy about it, after all he happens to be the guy you've experienced your most firsts with.

"It's okay, baby, I'm going to help you”, Kyoutani replies and actually loses his composure for a second, “fuck baby, don't look at me like this when I'm literally about to fuck your throat", he hisses, throwing his head back as he grunts and his hips desperately bucking into the air.

Kyoutani takes another deep breath before he finally pushes his hand underneath the waistband of his sweats and with your eyes focused on his movements, you watch him pull out his hard length, a soft hiss falling past his plump lips when the coldness of the room grazes the slightly wet tip of his cock.

You gulp harshly, his impressive size in girth as well as length has your pussy throbbing like crazy, yet you can't help but wonder how the hell he's going to fit inside of you.

“Don't worry, baby, I know you're going to take all of my cock like the good girl you are", Kyoutani says after observing your facial expressions for some time.

"Give me your hand", he asks you softly, his voice still raspy and incredibly hoarse yet still soothing and you appreciate his attempts to calm himself down so you won't feel too nervous. With your heart slamming against your rib cage, you lift your hand up and are slightly overwhelmed at the sudden feeling of Kyoutani's warm spit pooling inside your palm. Without adding anything, he straightens himself and motions you to stroke his hard cock.

Not once do you stop looking at him as you wrap your fingers around the base of his impressive length and slowly start jerking him off.

Kyoutani cocks his head to the side, his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth and his eyes constantly fluttering close.

"Start with the tip, angel- just wrap your lips around it and start sucking, but be careful with your teeth, yeah baby?", he grunts, his hips thrusting into your fist every time the pace of your strokes slows down.

You give him yet another nod before look up at him one more time and do as he says.

The feeling of his cock between your lips is – different.

It feels like it's not supposed to be there, yet the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue has you sighing softly. Your tongue darts out, giving his tip a tiny kitten lick before you go back to sucking on it eagerly.

And while you seem to enjoy it a lot, Kyoutani is going absolutely crazy. You can see the way he's tensing his body as his grip in the bed sheets tightens and the vein on his neck pops out.

"F-Fuck, baby, just like that", he praises you "now try to take more of it in a-and use your hand for the rest", Kyoutani's voice is shaky, his eyes are nervously roaming your swollen lips and the string of spit connecting them to the tip of his cock.

Without giving it another thought, you take a deep breath and take more of him, trying your best to not graze his sensitive cock with your teeth and despite your initial struggle, you still enjoy the feeling of his cock on your tongue.

You subconsciously wrap your fingers around the part of his cock which you can't fit inside your mouth and suddenly it's like your body knows exactly what to do.

Kyoutani's moans grow louder and the soft thrusts of his hips become a little less controlled. You look up at him every now and then, trying your best to keep the steady rhythm as you bop your head.

And then he suddenly thrusts his length all the way to the back of your throat, your gag reflex just about to go off when he pulls back which is the moment you take notice of the tears streaming down your cheeks.

You give him a soft smile before going back to wrapping your lips around his tip, but you don't get very far.

Kyoutani pulls you back, his grip on the back of your neck not firm enough to hurt you.

"I promise I'm going to fuck your throat properly and even cum in your mouth the next time we do this but right now I just can't stop thinking about that tight cunt of yours", he says, helping you get up and almost instantly pulling you onto his lap; his wet cock rubbing against your panty covered core as Kyoutani pulls you in for a kiss.

It's sloppy and rushed, the way his tongue grazes over yours before he pulls it between his lips and starts sucking at it. Your hips start moving against his cock, your sensitive pussy craving some kind of friction as the arousal has your head spinning like crazy.

You start moaning and whimpering into his mouth when Kyoutani’s hips start meeting your desperate movements, applying the perfect amount of pressure onto your needy clit.

You feel the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening, the clenching of your cunt becoming worse the more you hump Kyoutani's cock like a woman starved.

But nothing prepares you for the feeling of one of his large digits entering you. Your hole start clenching around his finger Kyoutani pushes another one in, both digits buried inside of your little cunt.

"Such a good girl for me, aren't you, baby? I'm going to finger you nice and slow so you're ready for my cock. Now come on, my love; show me what a good whore you are and ride my fingers", Kyoutani encourages you, his hot breath fanning against the sensitive skin behind your ear and without missing a beat, your hips meet the skillful thrusts of his fingers.

Kyoutani continues to whisper naughty things into your ear, his other hand eventually wrapping around your throat as he makes sure you look into his eyes when you stumble over the edge.

Your high hits you hard and fast, the intensity knocking the breath out of your lungs and leaving you gasping for it; something you should be used to by now yet still can't believe is even possible.

He pushes you off of his lap softly, helps you get rid of his shirt as well as your ruined panties before he makes you lay down in the middle of his bed; eyes locking with yours when he also starts undressing.

"My pretty girl", Kyoutani sighs, his hand caressing the soft skin of your thighs, spanking you every now and then just because he's absolutely obsessed with the way your whole body tenses whenever his hand meets your skin.

“Look at me", he orders and almost instantly your head shoots up to meet his gaze, the sight of his naked body distracting you a lot more than you expected but after all this is the first time you get to see the rest of his tattoos; the ones you usually only get a tiny glimpse of depending on his outfit choice.

Kyoutani spreads your legs apart, his eyes never leaving yours even when he starts jerking off again and you can't hold back the soft whimpers and begs leaving your lips.

But also something about his flushed cheeks and swollen lips as well as his messy hair falling into his face has you incredibly turned on.

"We've never talked about this before but are you on the pill, baby?", he asks, pushing one of his thumbs into his mouth before he brings it down to your clit and starts rubbing soft circles into it, making you arch your back off of the mattress as you bury your face in the pillow to keep your noises down.

"N-No", you whisper, a deep sigh coming from Kyoutani and even though you know you shouldn’t do it, you stop him from bending over to the drawer of his nightstand, making him look at you in confusion.

“But I still want you to raw me, please...", you add and gulp harshly when his whole body seems to go into some kind of haze once the words leaveyour lips.

Kyoutani looks at you, his eyes darkening even more as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and lets out a loud moan of your name.

"I can't just raw you, baby", he presses through gritted teeth, his mask slowly falling apart the more you rub yourself against his cock, "you've never had sex without a condom and my pull out game is weak, even weaker when it comes to you because fuck – the thought of filling you up with my cum sounds so fucking good", Kyou groans when you scoot up a little, taking his length into your hand before you line him up with your entrance.

"B-But what if you get pregnant, sweet girl?", he sighs and tries to pull away, making you wrap your arms around his neck as you look into his pretty eyes.

"That will just show everyone around us how well you've fucked me", you whisper and elicit another deep moan from him, his whole body shaking slightly as he tries to hold himself back from just pounding into you.

"Such a cockhungry whore", he hisses and – finally – starts pushing his fat cock into your tiny cunt, the slight stretch making you both gasp for air.

“If that's what you want, then that’s what you get, you little slut. I'm going to fucking raw you and fill you up with all of my cum, make you my cumslut", Kyoutani grunts, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth before he harshly grabs your face and looks into your eyes as he buries more of himself inside of you.

"F-Fuck, you're big", you whimper, throwing your head back and trying your very best to stop clenching around his cock.

“We're almost there, baby- you got this, s-stop clenching", Kyoutani grunts against your parted lips. Without a warning, Kyoutani pushes the rest of his huge cock inside of you, bottoming out completely.

“F-Fuck...you’re so– tight”, Kentarou grunts, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, “it’s like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“S-So good...so fucking good, nngh-”, your little whimpers and whines are slurred, barely coherent as the feeling of being filled to the brim pushes you into a haze of pleasure.

You feel the pulsation of his cock against your spongy walls, his hands nervously roaming your body and groping one of your tits, as he obviously tries to calm himself down.

And then he finally starts moving.

A deep, guttural moan leaves the both of you when he pulls himself out of your tight hole, dragging his huge cock along the walls of your little cunt in the most delicious way possible before he almost brutally shoves himself back in again.

“Mhm, just like that, you little brat”, he grunts, sitting up on his knees as he pushes your legs further apart, his eyes focusing the way his fat cock stretches your hole just how he’s been imagining it all this time, “coming up to me and talking about having your little cunt rawed like some cumhungry little whore.”

You start nodding almost instantly at his words, your brain barely recognizing them, the only thing you can focus on being the way the tip of his cock grazes the entrance to your womb with every harsh, brutal thrust of his hips.

His thrusts find a steady rhythm, hard and so, so deep.

“Open your mouth”, Kyoutani grunts, a single drop of sweat finding its way down the center of his tattooed chest, the sight making you whimper and whine for him even louder as you part your lips as soon as you process his words.

“You know what? I’d rather have you say it”, he suddenly hisses, pulling his cock out of your spasming cunt before he presses your legs together and shoves himself back inside of you with one skilled thrust of his hips.

You have no idea at what point you start crying but by the time Kyoutani's moans and grunts start picking up their pace, you're a sobbing mess.

“S-Say wh-what?”, you sob, hiding your tear and spit stained face behind your hands, not daring to look up at him.

“I want you to ask for my spit and beg for my cum”, Kentarou’s voice grows raspier, the dominance seething through every single one of his words makes it so easy for you to fall even further into the hole of absolute submission, “and stop hiding yourself, angel girl..I wanna watch the way I’m fucking your brains out.”

A row of loud, high pitched whines and a combination of sobs and moans are the only thing you manage to respond with, your brain clouded with the feeling of his thick cock dragging along the spongy walls of your cunt.

And before you can even comprehend his next movement, you hear the loud sound of skin meeting skin followed by the delicious feeling of a sting sending jolts of pain through your body, something you’ve come to love after so many hours with the tattoo artist.

“I told you to ask and beg for it, angel girl..you’re making me wait”, Kentarou spits, never once halting the movements of his hips as he watches the way you start sobbing even more, your cunt spasming around his cock after his painful spank.

“Please...f-fuck, please spit in my mouth and my face and on my cunt- want it all”, you start brabbling, another row of incohrent begs following right afterwars as your hips sloppily meet his harsh thrusts, “I want you to stuff me full of your cum, too- please, Daddy, wanna be your little c-cumdumpster.”

“There you go..”, Kyoutani’s plump lips stretch into a big smile as his cock throbs at the sound of that one forbidden little word he’s come to love even more after hearing it from you only a handful of times.

He didn’t hesitate to tell you about how much it turns him on around two weeks after the two fo you had started dating and even though he never really expected you to use it, he was secretely hoping for you to overcome your shyness.

You had used it only twice before when the pleasure had gotten too much for your brain to handle and Kyoutani knew you’d stop holding yourself back as soon as you got a taste of his cock.

“What did you just call me, pretty girl?”, he cooes, giggling softly at the way you whimper and cry even harder, knowing oh so well what he wants to hear.

And for the first time you just can’t get yourself to argue with the little voice in the back of your head; the feeling of his cock stretching your tiny cunt making it so, so easy to just let go of all those doubts and worries.

“Please, Daddy”, you reply and look into his eyes, groping your own tits as you arch your back to feel him even deeper inside of you, “n-need your cum inside of me...please- want everyone to know who I belong to.”

You don’t really expect it, yet your pussy almost instantly start clenching around his cock when kyoutani harshly grabs your face, making you part your lips before he spits into your mouth.

The loud, lewd sound of it rings in your ears in the best way possible and acting like a literal aphrodisiac in combination with the delicious taste of his saliva coating the hot muscle of your tongue.

You hum softly before you swallow it all, a gentle sob escaing your lips before you look up at him again.

"Now go on, angel girl”, he growls, pushing his hand in between your legs to rub circles into your hardened clit, “I want you to cum for me. Be a good little dumpster for your Daddy and show me what only I can do to you.”

You can barely process his words, the lewdness just fueling the fire in the pit of your stomach as you lose yourself in the feeling of your upcoming high. But you still start nodding, cringing at the feeling your saliva dripping down your jawline.

And with one last thrust, you feel your high crashing down onto you with such heaviness, you're left absolutely breathless.

Your whole body is trembling as the waves of your orgasm hit you, a row of incoherent words leaving your lips before you stop trying and just start crying for your precious Daddy.

"That's my baby”, is the first thing your brain manages to process again, everything still a blurry mess and when you look at Kyou, you realize you’re still cumming.

Your cunt is almost painfully spasming around his big cock, your juices dripping down the sides of his length as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

“You’re such a good, good girl for Daddy, aren’t you? I'm so proud of you", Kyoutani praises you, his thrust a little sloppier than before and from the way he's digging his fingers into the skin of your waist, you can only assume that he's also quiet close, "you're also going to take all of Daddy’s cum, right, baby? We gotta make sure I fill you up nicely..."

You take a deep breath, your slightly overstimulated cunt sending shivers down your spine as your eyes focus on Kyoutani's parted lips.

"Please, Daddy...need you to fill me up with your cum", you encourage him and when you slowly push two of your fingers into his mouth, knowing how much he loves to suck on them no matter what situation you’re both in, you finally get to see his whole face crunch up in pleasure.

His body tenses up as his grip on your waist becomes firmer before he starts cumming inside of you with a deep, raspy moan; coating the walls in several shades of white with three thick spurts of his cum.

Kyoutani buries his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly calms down, loud breathing and rushed gasps for air the only thing to fill the inside of his empty room.

"I love you so much", he whispers and gives you a soft kiss, his cock still firmly buried inside of your sensitive cunt before he shoots you a soft smile; looking almost boyish with his glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.

"I love you, too, D-Daddy”, you whisper, gulping harshly as the words leave your lips, feeling yourself grow even smaller underneath his strong yet comforting gaze, “thank you for giving us a chance", you add and pull him into for another kiss.

"Kyoutani Kentarou, your favorite group of walking disappointments is back and better than ev - oh", Iwaizumi Hajime, Kyoutani's High School best friend, fellow tattoo aritst and roommate suddenly yells and almost brutally slams open the door, startling you to the last bone in your body.

Kyoutani is quick to cover you up with his body, his hand reaching for one of the blankets on the floor as he grunts in annoyance.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know–", "What is it, Iwa-Chan? Is he jerking off again? Kyoutani Kentarou you little piece of shit, just go and fuck that–", just like Iwaizumi, Oikawa – who also happens to be his best friend, felow tattoo artist and roommate – comes to stand in the doorway, bumping into his best friend before he finally spots the two of you.

"You're naked", he points out, closing his eyes almost instantly after realizing what he has just come to witness and despite the disgusting feeling of wanting to disappear and never come back again, you can't help but giggle at their shocked and slightly disgusted faces.

Kyoutani takes a deep breath and pulls out of you, still making sure to hide you behind his body before he hands you the blanket and lets his eyes shift to the door, looking at his best friends in pure disbelief.

"Kawa stop fucking staring and – can you two please fuck off?", he yells, pulling the boys back to reality and the way both of them shift to look at you only to blush from their necks to their ears has you chuckling softly.

This type of situation is nothing you’re not used to – unfortunately.

"Uhm – of course! Oh, my fucking God! So sorry, Kyou", Iwaizumi stutters and wraps his fingers around the doorknob, avoiding your eyes as much as he can before he pushes Oikawa away and then closes the door with another row of apologies.

Kyoutani just looks at you apologetically as he shakes his head and face palms himself, making the both of you burst into loud laughter.

And after taking a shower together and actually eating some late dinner with the boys, you fall asleep with Kyoutani's arms tightly wrapped around your waist, his face buried inside the crook of your neck and one last love confession.

And when those sweet words fall past his lips yet again, you realize – you're finally home.

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Ok but I am in love with your concept I want to see it too lol I am in love with John Joseph I just want to protect him I want to love him I want to see him thrive my god

one of these days I will see it manifest because like jesus christ I'm gonna crack oh no oh no oh no the headcanons are being unleashed,,, oh god...

The plot is this: he got out there on his own, traveled a little (easy travels thanks to that jock-off prize money)... but then he came back and kinda went "... well now what?"

SO! He decides to pay a visit his old friends Olive and Chuck at the pie hole and see how they're doing.

But the first thing he sees when he steps inside... is you. Over in the corner at the coffee counter, whipping up a storm fiddling with all the levers and gears on the old espresso machine like some kind of professional engineer.

It's love at first sight for him. But before he can really give it much thought Olive's squeal of delight shoots through his ears as she hurdles towards him to attack him in a hug.

"JOHN JOSEPH JACOBS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! How have you been when did you get back?" she practically screams at him leading him over to the counter to get him a slice of pie on the house . She asks him all about where he's been how he's been doing, and he happily answers all her quick-fire questions, telling her where he's been, that he was able to do it all thanks to the prize money that she gave him (that he's nearly run out of, truth be told) but can't help but gaze over to your station every now and then to watch you work. And of course, Olive can't help but notice how distracted he is.

"Itchin' for a caffeine fix?" she asks. He whips his head back to Olive.

"Oh, no. I mean- yes- well... I couldn't help but notice you got a new employee."

"Oh yeah- that's y/n. She's new but man she can make a mean cup of coffee. Only one who knows how to work that old espresso machine too and now people come in here for the coffee just as much as the pie. She's a real artist. You want a cup? I'll get you a cup- HEY Y/N!" she shouts and gestures to John Joseph- bordering on a panic attack that Olive would do this to him. But then, quicker than a flash- a big warm cup slides in front of him, frothy with foam that... was that a horse drawn with the foam?

John Joseph looked up to see you smiling down (well not really down- more at eye height what with his stature) at him.

"Y/n, this is John Joseph Jacobs, an friend of mine from the old jockey days. Just got back into town." Olive says with a smirk.

"That's right! Olive's told me all about you! Sorry about the accident but I'm glad you're back on your own two feet!... as it were." you chuckle, extending your hand out for him to shake. He takes his hand in yours hesitantly but shakes back with a smile.

"Y-yeah, that's... me. Well- was me. Wow you were quick! And with the latte art and everything? How did you do that so fast?"

"Well, working with caffeine all day I expect some of the fumes are going to my head... speaking of I got to get back to the counter. Nice to meet you!" and with that you're off like a flash, right back at it.

"Nice to meet you too..." he utters dreamily in reply. John Joseph has a hard time taking his gaze off you after that.

"You know... if you're looking for a job now that you're back in town..." Olive says, to coax his attention back to her, "Ned's been looking into getting a delivery guy."

He looks back at her quizzically "You need... a pie delivery guy?"

"You wouldn't believe how many people call us to ask if we deliver. It's been ridiculous. What can I say? People just can't get enough of our pies these days. And you know what- I bet you'd be perfect for the job, if you want it."

John Joseph paused, looked at the horse in his coffee, and then back to the barista who served it to him, and decided at 39 years 22 weeks and 4 days old to say yes, and become the Pie Hole's first delivery boy.

#ITS NOT FUNNY ANYMORE 😭😭😭😭😭😭#john joseph jacobs #pushing daisies #hamish linklater #john joseph jacobs x reader #j cubed getting his just deserts 🥰#AAAAAAAAAND WE'VE FOUND THE FIC TITLE FOLKS GOOD WORK #sorry I'm too lazy to really write it take this as my penance y'all

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untaemedqueen · 4 years ago

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Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 17.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Angst, Excessive Cursing, Fluff, Lactation Kink, Degradation (Cock Slut, Slut, Whore), Daddy Kink, Reverse Cowgirl, Possessive!Yoongi, Doggy Style, Praise, Controlled Orgasms, Begging, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Cream Pie, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Pun

A/N: A huge gigantic and hearty thank you to my girls as always @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia, @ppersonna. I really wouldn’t get chapters done without them.

Days have bled into weeks. The large guest house has been lived in for far too long, or so you think.

It might just be the August heat getting to you, but you've started to hate the guest house.

"Where's my little dove?" Yoongi asks, taking his suit jacket off.

You know for a fact that the CEO is adoring this. He loves being able to be holed up in here with you and his child. He loves that no one bothers with you both, you're both able to carry on like normal people. But your hormones are making you go stir crazy.

When Yoongi smiles at you with his perfect teeth, you can feel your annoyance dissipating in the slightest.

He then frowns when you give him a half assed smile. "What's wrong? Who am I firing?" he asks, wrapping his arms around you.

Your five month belly presses into his stomach, and his eyes flutter shut gratefully.

"I'm sick of being in this fucking house." you grumble into his neck as he holds you tightly.

He sighs gently, he's been waiting for you to speak your mind. He's seen how annoyed you've been lately. He notices everything about you.

"I know, little dove. I'm sorry." he apologizes, rubbing your belly and planting a gentle kiss to your temple.

"I want to go and set up the nursery! I want to paint! I want to be able to go somewhere else besides this stupid gated community!" you complain, running your hand under your growing bump and situating it there.

Your boyfriend sighs, nodding. "I know you do, baby. I'm working hard to make that happen. I'm sorry it's not going fast enough for you and Sesame." he says, tilting your chin to look up at him.

"What if I eat your pussy? Will that make you feel better?" he suggests softly.

"No! It won't make me feel better! Because I'll be laying on the same bed I've been laying on for months, that isn't my own bed." you insist with a whine.

"Mommy's angry," he quips to your stomach, walking around the bar and pouring himself a glass of whisky.

You groan loudly, squeezing your fists out of irritation.

"If I have to look at another cat of nine tails or a flogger situated artistically on the wall, I'm going to blow up this house!" you threaten, pressing your hand to your side as your baby kicks inside of you.

The CEO chuckles above the lip of his glass, eyes softening at how you lean against the marble bar.

"You okay, little dove?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"No, the baby keeps kicking because they hate it in here as much as I do!" you whine.

Yoongi laughs gently, bringing the whisky glass to his lips. "I know. I'm working hard to make sure Myeyoung has enough in her account to cushion her fall when I file for the divorce." he promises.

You roll your eyes, huffing out loudly as you lean against the bar.

"You look pretty, practically glowing with my heir inside you," he offers.

You pout up at your boyfriend, the overwhelming urge to cry coursing through your body.

"It's just your hormones, baby. I know." he whispers, rounding the bar and pulling you into his arms.

"I just want to lay in my own bed, go in my own art studio, go in the nursery!" you sob, burying your face into his white dress shirt.

He coos gently, running his hand over your upper back comfortably. "I know, little dove, I kn-"

There's a knock at the guest house door, that draws both of your attention.

"Sir?!" the voice belongs to Maya and she sounds absolutely nervous.

"What's wrong?" he calls back, watching as she opens the door.

"Your grandmother is here." she announces, her hands fidgeting nervously with her tight bun.

"Oh fuck!" he curses loudly, grabbing the glass of whisky and downing it all in one gulp.

His hands cup your face, pulling you to look up at him. "I know your hormones are raging right now, I know you're uncomfortable here in the guest house. But, I need you to meet my grandmother. Okay?" he asks nervously, wiping his thumbs over your tear stained cheeks.

"But… I… Fine," you breathe out.

"Thank you, little dove. Thank you! Just be yourself. You're going to do fine!" he insists, grabbing his suit jacket and shrugging it on quickly.

You can tell how frightened he is and you need to pull it together. From what you heard about his grandmother from him, she's always given second hand doting. Meaning that she has always told him how loved he is without showing him any actual caring or affection. It just seems like he's never been loved in his life besides Maya.

From what you know Min Seyoung is a sharp, smart woman with a tongue as quick as a whip.

Turning to the mirror, you smooth out your summer dress, tilting your head at the reasonably large bump that protrudes.

"This is going to be… eventful." he hisses, pulling your hand.

At least you won't have to be in the guest house for now.

The mansion is a sight for sore eyes. Of course, you've seen it on your daily walks. You've entered it when Jin and Sera weren't home but you haven't lived in it in what feels like forever.

You're grateful when Jisoo hands you a strawberry sparkling water, knocking the summer heat straight out of your bones.

"Where is she?" Yoongi inquires, tucking his dress shirt into his pants.

"In your office." Mays says, handing him a glass of whisky quickly.

"Thank you. Come on, little dove. My grandmother doesn't like to be kept waiting." he rushes you.

You've honestly forgotten what nervousness feels like these past few months. You haven't had to worry about a damn thing, but now with Yoongi tapping his fingers to his thighs rhythmically, you remember it all too well.

Each step up the marble stairs sends your body flitting and coursing with nerves. The way he runs his fingers through his hair, the way he sips his whisky is something far beyond what you've ever seen. His back muscles are tense through his suit jacket, the base of his hairline already sweating and you know it's not from the heat outside.

Standing in front of the office door, you swallow thickly as Yoongi takes a deep breath. His hand lingers on the doorknob for a second before he's shoving it open.

"Grandmother," he announces curtly.

The woman is older, her skin practically wrinkle free. There are a few frown lines by her mouth but other than that her skin is smooth. When she looks at her grandson, her eyes soften just the slightest degree but nothing else changes. She doesn't smile. She doesn't even acknowledge your presence.

"I haven't seen you in five months," she huffs.

Her voice is that of irritation and disbelief.

"I've been busy. This is Y/N." Yoongi says, pressing his hand to your lower back comfortingly.

Her eyes zone in on you in a second, fingernails tapping incessantly to the desk beneath them. As she looks you over you can feel yourself becoming smaller, wanting to hide anywhere.

"Yes. Your grandfather told me all about Y/N. Sit." she instructs.

Yoongi nods a fraction, pulling your chair out for you. Your knees shake as you sit, a gentle hand placing on your stomach feeling your child kick inside of you.

"She's pretty," his grandmother surmises.

"Yes, she is." the CEO agrees with a gentle smirk.

You look down at your lap, feeling awkward and confused.

"Maya tells me that you live here still, but both of your beds haven't been slept in for a long time. Where have you gone?" she inquires.

Well she's not shy in the least.

"To the guest house, we've been staying there." Yoongi answers honestly, sipping his whisky.

"Why? Are you not pleased with Sera? You've gotten some random poor girl pregnant and just forgotten all about her?" she goads.

You cringe at the sharpness of her voice, holding your stomach tighter. When Yoongi notices, he doesn't take kindly to how uncomfortable you are.

"She's not some poor girl, she's my girlfriend. And I haven't been pleased with Sera since the day I married that leech."

His grandmother scoffs loudly. "Your girlfriend? Are you twelve? You need a girlfriend? What's suddenly changed in your dynamic?"

"I fell in love." Yoongi replies quickly.

You take sharp breath through your nose, you've never spoken those words to each other yet.

"Oh please," his grandmother mumbles, rolling her eyes.

"Grandmother, I'm sorry but I don't know what you're doing here." your boyfriend says, folding his arms.

"When you never even notified us that an article came out about you, that was evidence enough that your girlfriend has warped your mind. What is it exactly that you think you're going to do? Divorce Sera? Live happily ever after with Y/N in this mansion?"

"Yes in fact! I do think that! I deserve it!" Yoongi cries out, gripping tighter onto his glass.

You do not want to be here. You can barely contain the squeak that tries to leave your lips as his grandmother slams her hand down on the desk.

"We have given you what you deserved! And you're throwing it away!" she retorts, narrowing her eyes at you. "Anything to say?!"

"Don't speak to her like that! She isn't someone that you can think so lowly of! She's pregnant with my baby! My heir! She's the love of my life!" Yoongi yells, slamming his glass down onto the desk.

When you look over at him, you can see the neck veins jutting out of his skin. His face is pink with anger and you cower at how furious he is.

"If you think for one second we're going to accept that baby, you've lost your min-"

"You have no choice! Sera is sterile! She isn't able to have kids! And I don't want anything to do with that leech cunt! I have everything I want!"

That news drops like a bomb. You had no idea. Your eyes flutter shut, hearing your heartbeat roaring in your ears.

"If that is true, you should leave the Min legacy to your other family. Not some poor-"

"I SAID STOP CALLING HER THAT!" Yoongi bellows, kicking his chair out from beneath him as he stands.

His grandmother leans back in her chair, her lips pursing while her eyes narrow.

"I have already drawn up divorce papers! I will file them! I will kick Sera out on her money grubbing ass! Y/N, is not leaving my side for a fucking second! She's my family! Unlike everyone else that's been around me since my childhood! She's not going anywhere!" he says, downing the rest of his whisky and slamming the glass back down onto the desk.

"Then you will lose your position as CEO," his grandmother says simply.

You open your mouth to refuse but Yoongi speaks first.

"You can try it. You can take it to the shareholders and request it but they know since I've been put in charge that our sales have gone up forty five percent. They know that I was able to pay them hundreds of thousands of dollars more for their holiday bonuses than any of the CEOs before me. They know that I get shit done. You wanted an heir and you fucking got one. Now you're not happy?! You're a hypocrite!" he scoffs, running his fingers through his hair.

"Little dove, go wait for me downstairs," he whispers, cupping your cheek.

"Stay where you are," his grandmother instructs and you're caught between the both of them.

Yoongi rounds your chair, pressing his hand to your growing belly. "There is no one in the world that is going to take my fucking family away from me. My baby, my heir -- means the world to me. This woman, this beautiful woman sitting in this chair -- has brought me more peace than should be allowed in one man's life. There is nothing you can do to me that will make me change my fucking mind." he seethes through his teeth.

His grandmother hums inquisitively, tapping her fingernails to the desk once more. "So what do you plan to do then?"

He starts to cool down, his boiling blood beginning to soothe. "I'm going to divorce Sera."

"When?" his grandmother prompts, putting her manicured hand beneath her chin.

"When I feel the time is right," he says confidently.

"Before the baby is born?" she inquires, raising an eyebrow and looking at your stomach.

"Yes." he breathes out.

"What's the gender?" his grandmother inquires.

"We don't know yet, we're finding out tomorrow."

"You better hope it's a boy." she murmurs, already bored of this tit for tat.

"I'll be happy with whatever Y/N gives me." he replies truthfully.

"We did not raise you this way, Yoongi. We raised you-"

"You didn't raise me. Maya did. My father burnt holes into my chest to try to teach me how to be a person and he learned that from your husband," Yoongi quips.

You close your eyes, feeling a headache already coming on.

"Oh my God," you whisper under your breath.

"And you, Y/N, what is your take on all of this?" his grandmother asks.

You're completely at odds, you've never dealt with anything like this in your life.

"Leave her out of thi-"

"I was not talking to you, Yoongi!"

He sighs softly, pressing his thumb and pinky finger to either temple.

So for once you just let everything go. "Mrs. Min, I'm very sorry if I've brought chaos into this house because of me being pregnant. But, I love your grandson very much. I know I'm not the perfect choice for a CEO but I've been working very hard to learn about what a woman has to do to take care of things on her end. I'm very happy to be with Yoongi and so happy we get to have a family together. I might not be like Sera, I might not come from money but I've never wanted Yoongi's money at all. I just want my baby to be loved and taken care of."

Yoongi runs his hands over his face, this is why he adores you. You're such a good girl.

"Oh dear lord, you're too sweet to even be angry at," his grandmother scoffs.

You can practically see the cogs turning in her head. Your boyfriend runs his thumb comfortingly over your bump but you're still nervous. The power this woman exudes could bring civilizations down.

"Well, what are your skills? You have to bring something to this family." she determines.

Your mouth opens to reply, is she accepting you?

"She's a wonderful painter!" Yoongi says quickly.

Min Seyoung tilts her head, running her hand over her long ponytail. "Show me." she orders.

He stands up straight within a second, fixing his suit jacket. "By all means," he replies, opening the office door for her.

You begin to frown, you don't show your paintings to anyone. It's just a hobby!

"I mean, they're okay they're not-"

"Van Gogh would adore them!" Yoongi compliments, watching his grandmother walk out first.

You sigh gently, earning eyes from your boyfriend. "It's okay, baby!" he mouths, holding his hand out to you.

You take his hand reluctantly, standing up slowly from the chair.

"Easy, little dove." he whispers.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see his grandmother watching you both and it makes your legs shake out of nervousness once more.

"Her art studio is just on the second floor," Yoongi says, slinging his arm over your shoulders.

Min Seyoung hums, folding her arm beneath the other as she combs her fingers through her long black hair.

There is awkward silence while you walk down the stairs, your eyes lingering on the deadbolted room that first brought you and Yoongi together.

"It's just next to the nursery!" Yoongi says.

"I have to tell you Y/N. I take art very seriously." Yoongi's grandmother informs you.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, knowing she's just trying to make you nervous.

"You're going to be impressed," he promises.

She hums nonchalantly as you all stop in front of the art studio.

Your palms become sweaty, head swimming and you greedily chug the strawberry water to cool yourself down.

When the door is swung open, you bite on your bottom lip nervously.

Your done paintings line the east wall of the room while your unfinished ones line the west.

You've missed being in here, the faint smell of paint and paint thinner make you relax.

Seyoung folds her hands behind her back as she wades through the room. Her eyes narrow at your paintings and your breath catches in your throat.

"I-It's just a hobby… So…" you find yourself explaining.

"They're beautiful, baby." your boyfriend insists in your ear.

"Well," Seyoung says, tilting her head at the bird hanging from a bird feeder painting, "you do have skill."

Yoongi sighs gratefully, his shoulders straighten up and he kisses your temple softly.

"Why aren't these in art galleries?" his grandmother inquires.

Whoa. That's a big compliment.

She turns to you, head tilting and expecting an answer.

Yoongi steps away, a proud smile spreading over his face.

"Well… It's always just been a hobby. I've never put any stake into it."

"Pretty and humble and sweet?" Seyoung murmurs, raising an eyebrow and looking at her grandson.

He beams at her, sending her the happiest smile he can muster.

"No wonder Yoongi is so fond of you."

You can feel your skin blushing as the corners of her lips finally quirk up.

When she turns back to the paintings, she points at one of the black and grey paintings you've made.

"Is this an ultrasound of your baby?" she asks, leaning forward to inspect it.

"Yes, it's one of three." you reply, smirking as Yoongi runs his hands over your arms excitedly.

"I'd like to have it. To put in my office." she says, turning back to the both of you.

You find yourself smiling, nodding to her statement. "Of course, it's your great grandchild after all!"

She hums humorously. "So it would seem."

Yoongi takes it down from the wall carefully, his eyes enraptured with the painting.

"You'll be a good mother." Seyoung determines, folding her arms.

As Yoongi wraps the painting in bubble wrap, you can feel his grandmother's eyes on you. "Let me suggest something to you both since you seem so intent on keeping one another."

"Please, by all means," Yoongi replies.

"Make it easier for yourselves. Make Myeyoung put Y/N's paintings in her gallery. Set up a contract with Y/N for the new mall, have her make some artwork for it since we don't have any art yet. Get Y/N's name out there so when you do get your divorce from Sera, she won't just be a poor girl that got pregnant on a whim." his grandmother insists.

Yoongi looks up slowly from the painting, his eyes widening.

"You want Y/N to make the art for the Gangnam mall?" he asks, surprised.

"Do as I say Yoongi."

"Yes, grandmother! Right away!" he bubbles excitedly.

Your mouth opens in shock, your hand sliding over it with widening eyes.

"Bring it down to the car, I have a dinner meeting. Y/N, I'll be seeing you soon I'm sure. Yoongi, try not to stir up too much drama for the family name." Seyoung orders, running her hand over your stomach as she exits the art studio.

When the baby kicks beneath her hand, you catch her gentle smirk before she's off down the hallway. "Tell me tomorrow if it's a boy or not."

"Holy shit," your boyfriend breathes, chasing after her with the wrapped painting.

Standing alone in the art studio, you find yourself starting to laugh, hands combing through your hair in shock.

"Grandmother, thank you!" Yoongi whines, finally catching up with her in the museum wing.

When she turns to him, her eyes soften completely. "You're right, you deserve this. Now do it the right way or don't do it at all." she says, taking the painting from him.

He bows to her deeply, "Yes, grandmother. Of course."

"Is Sera really that bad?" she asks, opening the front door.

"Yes," he gasps.

"Well, better to be rid of her then." she surmises, walking out to her car.

Yoongi leans against the doorway, watching as she climbs into the car. If his grandmother somewhat approves, half the battle is fought already. He sighs happily, running his hands over his face.

"Yes!" he whispers fiercely, shaking his fist and slamming the door shut.

It didn't take long for Yoongi to find you, he knew exactly where you'd be. He smirks at the sight before him, you laying down in your bed, hand on your stomach.

"Hi, beautiful." he whispers, kicking off his shoes.

You look up as you hear his voice, a smile spreading over your face.

"I missed this bed," you mumble.

He hums, kneeling at the end of the bed.

You look gorgeous, hair splayed out over your pillow. He finds something tugging at his heart this evening. Something full of burning passion.

"You said you love me," he avows, bending down to kiss you.

"You said it first," you quip, cupping his cheek as he kisses you languidly.

"Because I mean it," he breathes out.

"So do I," you reply.

His hands grab at your hips, teeth tugging on your bottom lip sensuously enough that your pussy clenches around nothingness.

You whimper against his lips, the sound sending arousal flooding through his bones.

"Fuck," he curses, lifting you up.

When you're sitting up comfortably, his fingers pull down the zipper on the back of your dress. His warm hand spreads over the skin of your back.

"I want you around me," he whispers wantonly, rutting his hardening cock against your stomach.

"Daddy," you beg against his lips, feeling your arousal drip onto your panties.

"Get this fucking dress off," he orders and you're quick to do his bidding.

Standing tall before him, you shrug the dress off. He groans gently at your half naked body, his hands greedily grab at your sides to pull you between his parted legs.

His lips kiss at the curve of your swollen breasts, suckling small red petals to your skin marking you as his. You whimper loudly as he snaps his fingers to the clasp of your bra, your breasts bouncing free with a sigh.

"Look at you," he mumbles reverently, peeling the lace away from your skin.

He sighs happily, eyes looking up at you as he trails his lips over your ever heating skin.

"You're beautiful, little dove," he praises, running his hands over your back to the globes of your ass and palming the skin roughly.

You gasp his name loudly, head lolling back. His lips encircle your stiffening nipple, tugging on it sensually.

When he suckles your sensitive skin, your body shudders in his grasp.

"D-Daddy!" you whine, your fingers carding through his black hair.

He hums against you, his tongue quickly flicking at your nipple.

When he suckles once more, you gasp loudly, eyes rolling back. He can taste something creamy on his tongue, and he groans loudly, pulling you closer to his body.

"Fuck, your milk is here," he whispers, cupping your forsaken breast. His fingertips pinch and roll at your nipple, his breath becoming short and caught in his throat as he feels small droplets of milk land on the back of his hand.

"Oh, little dove." he groans.

With blurry, lust filled eyes, you begin to unbutton his shirt.

His hand leaves your ass to cup your stomach, his cock throbbing painfully hard through his suit pants.

Shoving off his shirt and suit jacket, he forsakes your breasts all together. Kissing over your protruding belly, he unbuttons his pants with feral need.

"God, you're incredible." he breathes out, tugging down his pants.

He takes a sharp breath between his teeth as his cock is freed. The long length is throbbing, the mushroom tip red with needy desires.

His fingers enmesh into the sides of your underwear, he tugs them harshly, the lace turning into mere strings within his grasp.

"Fuck, you're soaked. You little cock slut," he seethes through his teeth, spreading your legs to get a better view.

Strands of arousal cling to your inner thighs and you whimper as he drags his fingertips along your sodden lips.

"Daddy, fuck." you whimper, eyes squeezing shut.

"Come here," he commands, running his thumb over your cheek.

He wraps you in a passionate kiss, his tongue rough against yours.

"Sit on my cock," he whispers against your lips, pulling your body closer to his.

His fingers rub smooth circles on your clit, your thighs locking as pleasure begins to course through you.

Turning around, your bottom lip purchases between your teeth. Yoongi takes his time, running his hands over your warm flesh. His hands grope at the globes of your ass, kissing over your shoulder as you begin to sit down.

He curses gently, eyes raking over your back.

He can’t begin to understand why he was just so against having sex with you a few months ago. Now, he just can’t control himself. He needs to be in you, around you, on you all the time. Maybe it’s because he loves you more than a single person in their lifetime should -- or maybe it’s because the bond between you, his pregnant girlfriend, and him is just so strong with his child within you.

Gripping the base of his cock, he watches with wondrous eyes as you part your legs over his. Your sodden cunt glides over his length and he curses so softly, it seems to vibrate through you.

"Don't tease, little dove." he commands, but it comes out like a whine.

You steady your hands on his knees, slowly sliding down onto his cock.

The moan he emits, so raw and animalistic sends your body shaking with anticipation.

He's never made love to a woman before you, and now he can't get enough. He enjoys how your breath stutters when he praises you, he adores how tense your body gets as he gives you his pleasure. Everything about you is his -- and it's perfect.

You whimper loudly as he stretches you, your hand hooks around the back of his neck. When his hands palm your breasts, you can feel your pussy quivering and clenching around him.

"I can't believe you're producing milk already, you're such a good mother, hmm?" he whispers in your ear, lips trailing over the shell.

"Y-Yes Daddy," you whimper in reply.

His fingers pinch and roll your nipples gently, the action sending your head lolling back to his shoulder. You grind your hips down on him, adoring how he begins to breathe heavier in your ear.

"God, your pussy is so warm, baby. So fucking wet," he seethes through his teeth.

When you lift up on shaky legs, one of his hands leaves your breast to cup your stomach.

"Daddy, your cock feels so good." you murmur.

"Show me how much you love my cock," he begs, nipping at your earlobe with his teeth.

You begin a steady pace, bouncing on his cock with gritted teeth and starry eyes.

"Oh fuck, there you go, little dove. Making my cock feel so fucking good, baby girl." he breathes out, suckling his marks to the column of your neck.

When you whimper his name, he feels as if he could explode on the spot.

"Your belly feels so nice and big in my hands, little dove." he praises, eyes fluttering shut.

"Y-Yeah? It feels good?" you ask, your voice turning into a whine as you bounce faster on his cock.

"So good, baby. Feels so fucking good." he replies, rubbing circles sensuously on your stomach.

The sound of your wetness echoes throughout the room and you can barely hold yourself together as white hot pleasure courses through you.

"Who does this pregnant pussy belong to? Hmm? Tell me," your boyfriend goads, pinching roughly at your nipple and growling as milk droplets coat his honey skin.

"My pussy belongs to you! I belong to you!" you cry out, swiveling your hips.

"Christ! That's right, little dove. You belong to me!" he seethes, running his hand from your breast to the apex of your thighs.

Your moans become louder as he begins to rub circles to your clit, your mind becoming hazy and foggy with lust.

"God, your cunt is so fucking messy, little dove. You love my cock that much? Your filthy slut of a cunt can't handle my big cock, you're creaming all over me." he moans, pressing his forehead to your shoulder.

He can feel your body tensing and stuttering on top of him, he knows you're becoming tired. His hands grip at your hips, flipping you over easily. You gasp loudly, grabbing onto the edge of the bed.

"Fuck, you like it when Daddy manhandles you like the little whore you are?" he asks, gripping the back of your neck for leverage.

He pounds into you like a man possessed, something animalistic taking over him.

"Yes! Feels so fucking good!" you cry out.

Running his tongue over his lips, he can feel your pussy begin to clench around him. You're close.

He cups your stomach, holding you steady as he fucks into you harder. The quickness knocks the oxygen from your lungs and you can only babble a semblance of his name.

"God! You're incredible!" he whines, throwing his head back.

When he lets go of your neck to spank your ass, you can feel your orgasm approaching like a windstorm.

"D-Daddy! Cumming!" you cry out.

He moans loudly, his balls beginning to tighten as your arousal drips down his thighs. "Fucking hold it." he instructs.

You sob loudly, pressing your face into the mattress. He spanks you roughly, the sight of his handprint smarting on your skin heightens his pleasure. He can hear your small mewls and whines as you bury your face deeper into the bed.

When he rubs your clit, feeling how hot and throbbing it is, his eyes roll back. "God, your clit is so swollen, you little slut."

"Daddy!" you beg, white knuckling the sheets in your hands.

"Cum." he commands and you fall undone with that simple word.

Your heartbeat roars in your ears, emitting sobs of pleasure into the sheets.

He curses loudly, gripping at your hips. He begins to drive himself home within you, adoring how you squeal and beg for more beneath him.

"Pregnant little slut beneath me. Letting me defile her dirty pussy with my child inside her. What does that say about you, baby?"

Sluggishly raising your head, you whimper. "I'm your little pregnant slut."

He curses loudly, pulling out of you and flipping you over.

"You're my little slut, hmm?" he prods, thrusting back into you with unrivaled quickness. Your nails claw at his arms, nodding with a whimper.

He wraps your legs around his waist, pounding into you with everything he has.

You watch with loving eyes as his black hair sticks to his face, how he looks down at you like you put all of the stars in the sky just for him.

His hands rub at your stomach, bottom lip tucking into his mouth.

"Why're you my little slut? Cause you like my big cock fucking your cunt open? Is that it? You like how I split your pregnant pussy open like this?" he asks, pinching at your leaking nipple.

"Because I-I love you!" you cry, running your hands over his chest.

He takes a sharp breath between his teeth, the words sending him into a sensory overload.

"Fuck, I love you too, little dove. I love you so much baby, it fucking hurts me!" he mumbles, feeling his cock begin to twitch and throb within you once more.

"God, you're so beautiful," he praises, finding himself coming to an end.

You gasp loudly when he palms your swollen breasts once more, how absolutely gentle he is.

"You're gonna make me cum, baby." he whispers.

Your pussy clenches around him again and he knows you're close to your second orgasm. He wills himself to wait, dying to feel your release just one more time.

Your thighs lock around him, quivering and shaking.

"You're close, huh beautiful? You want to cum on my big cock again? Want me to feel how much you love me?" he asks, running his thumbs over your continuously leaking nipples.

You nod incessantly, back arching off of the bed. "Gonna cum again for you Daddy, you make my pussy feel so good!"

"Good girl," he praises.

He lifts your hips higher, the head of his cock dragging against the sweet spot inside of you with each thrust.

You scream his name in ecstacy, your eyes squeezing shut as he curses.

"Daddy!" you warn loudly, grabbing onto the sheets beside you.

"Fuck yes, hold your belly and cum for me!" he instructs, fucking deeper into you with every stroke.

You do as told, holding the weight of your stomach in your hands.

"Cum," he seethes through gritted teeth and you see stars.

Your cum squirts onto his thighs, your body shaking and whimpering.

"Fuck! Good girl, little dove! I'm cumming!" your boyfriend moans loudly.

You gasp loudly, feeling his warm cum paint your cervix. He breathes raggedly above you, hands running through his sweat soaked hair.

"Jesus Christ," he gasps, his throat tight and dry.

You whimper when he pulls out of you, your bottom lip tucks between your teeth.

"I fucking love you," he whispers, watching how his cum begins to cream from your swollen cunt.

"I love you too," you breathe out.

He hums gently, minding your stomach as he bends down for a kiss. His lips are soft and loving against yours.

"So you're going to be a super famous artist now? I get to live with one of the greatest forward thinking, artistic minds?" he quips, pulling you into his arms.

"What? That's Leonardo Da Vinci. Do I look like a Leonardo to you?" you retort with a laugh, curling into his side.

"Maybe… Although you look more like a Donatello to me."

You snort loudly, rolling your eyes. "You're an idiot."

"Well you're a smartass," he gripes, slapping your backside gently.

"You're lucky I love you," you mumble, pressing your face into his chest.

He shivers as you kiss over his small tattoos, eyes fluttering shut gratefully. "Not as much as I love you." he whispers, running his hand over your back gently.

"This is the start to something good, little dove. I can feel it." Yoongi declares, kissing the top of your head.

Once the ball is rolling, there's very few things that can stop it. And Yoongi intends for it to roll all the way to divorce court.’

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