#i mean how are you daddy's money and punk?

[hellscape-halogens]

How democratic presidential campaign merch feels

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[daemon-in-my-head]

Past Dark Urge Asks - 10th Edition:

Listen, fellas, I really thought 'go hard or go home'. Let's humanise some demigods. Oh yes some are hella vague, you are welcome.

Any major physical changes? Any impairments? What are they and when did it happen?

Post-Tadpole Durge is pretty messed up, what does past Durge think of these changes? Do they think it won't matter as they'll still be daddy's favourite assassin even with a head injury?

Out of all the companions, which one would've been an easy victim for past Durge and why?

Would any companions have had any chances with past Durge? Who and why?

What sort of 'real world' clothingstyle would past durge have loved? Are they the type to join a subculture like punk, goth, etc. (Aesthetically at least)?

Speaking of clothes, streetwear or formal clothes?

Durge is old money incarnate, but what do they think of new money? Did their view change after their homemade lobotomy or meeting a young man with a quick and easy smile?

What's their aesthetic like? Describe it to me. Or better yet, hand over the link to that Pinterest mood board we all know exists (at least in theory, go do it).

Any favourite flower? Did they actually decorate things with it or was it a secret hidden pleasure? Do they maybe just like the symbolism, smell, what have you?

Did they ever get to enjoy receiving gifts? From whom and which one was their favourite?

Hot or cold foods?

Do they drink? Which is their favourite liquor? In what situation would they prefer a nice glass of a little something?

How entitled is Durge on a scale of 1 to 'gods favourite little gorebaby deserves the world (or its end)'?

Favourite body part? And of whom?

Can durge ride a horse? Did they sneak around the cities rules pertaining the ownership of horses?

Bribing or threats, which is their preferred method? (Murder excluded)

Bhaal, of course, has his favourite colours, but which colour is your Durges absolute favourite? Did it change after their brain was messed with? Can they even see colours?

Their love language? Did anyone ever experience it in the past? Did they survive it?

Did they ever consider leaving the gate? What for and where would they go?

Did they maybe even leave the Gate in the past? Why or why not? What kept them there or drove them away?

Bhaal despises hope, but what does Durge think of it? Is it fun to play with? A lil bit of sadism never hurt somebody or do they despise it too?

What's their favourite crime? Excluding murder of course, pick another one beside that.

Did they carry money around with them or was their name enough to pay for anything they'd desire (or the explicit death threats they'd mumble)?

The temple has a lending library. Did Durge use it too? What was their favourite genre or did they stay far, far away from books?

City or village? What would they choose if they were given the choice?

Durge is well spoken and presumably well read as well. Who taught them? Did they attend an academy?

At one point or another Durge had friends. What were they like? What was Durge's position in the friend group?

Did they ever attend a street fair or similar city festivities? Did they enjoy it? What was their favourite part?

Did they ever attend a ball or banquet? Run me through their typical evening at one of these 'parties' and tell me whether they hated or reveled in it.

Which of the seven deadly sins would represent them best? Also pride is banned from the list, pick a 2nd one that would fit instead (listen I know y'alls Durges)

Gambling? Yes, no, are they good at it?

Cigarette baron lord Enver Gortash would like to know if Durge would indulge themselves in his business or if they prefer not to? Did they try before or quit already?

What's one unique trait that you think really sets them apart from other Durges? It may be physical, mental, a worldview or a part of their backstory.

Flowery, sweet or spicy scents? Not to say, perhaps, musky?

Melee or ranged? Arcane? Sketchy deals in a dark ally? (Fighting style, I mean fighting styles.)

About the author; do you love them in a 'oh my precious baby' sort of way or rather 'I'm so sorry for what I'm about to do to you' way?

Do they like fish? Baldur's Gate is a port city, I'd imagine they've tried it at least.

Also can they swim? How did they even learn it?

Heat. How do they deal with it? Do they deal with it? What's their body temperature like, as in warmer, colder, perfect average?

If you have any other ocs, do they exist in the same universe and did they ever meet Durge? What was it like and if they didn't, what would it be like? Would anyone survive?

Dragons, Bhaal, Bane and Gortash love em. How about Durge? Are they somehow incorporated in their design?

What's a trait they have that you could never, ever guess from the way they look?

Children, yes, no, how many, what's the best way to prepare them?

Abdirak my baby girl, what would their interactions have looked like? Did they ever meet pre tadpole? What is the gore baby thinking about the lady of pain's priest?

Can Durge drive a carriage? Are they good at it? Would anybody survive if they were in control?

Night owl or early bird?

Also, open book or mysterious stranger?

Pants or skirts/robes? And I mean this for every durge regardless of gender.

Top 3 favourite past times, cannibalism and vivisections excluded.

Do they do their own laundry or is it Scels job? How many shirts have been ruined by Scels hands already?

What do they prefer to be addressed as? Their name, title, nickname, pronouns or just as 'you'?

Open and honest duels, or back handed trickery? What do they prefer?

Art gallery, opera or hunting tournament? Let's just play pretend those exist.

Are they more of a sweet tooth, do they love it savoury or do they prefer their mouth burning from the hot spice? Perhaps they just prefer a neutral taste?

Did the gazette ever print an article about them (or their deeds), what's the headline and what did they feel about it?

Outdoors or stay at home kinda person?

Did they ever hear about the great Wizard of Waterdeep, Mystra's Chosen and if they did, how? What do they think of him then vs now.

Was it them who came up with the cipher or Gortash?

Story behind their name? Is there any story?

Their most treasured memory with Orin? Why do they treasure it? Love, spite, sibling rivalry win?

Dear creators, would you like for your own Durge to meet the Durge of another creator? How would that look like? Who would survive?

Hats. Yes, no, why? Took too long styling their hair? Everyday is bad hair day?

The sweet sweet smell of gore, we've all heard about it. But is it really sweet to them? Or does it just smell like metal and rot?

Did they debate stealing anything else from Mephistopheles vault while already down there? If so, what item was it and what can it do? (Maks up some stuff)

Their sign(s)?

Jealousy, is it a problem, could they care any less?

Speaking off, did they have any partners before the whole tadpole in their brain bit? If not was there a reason?

Pretty much 99% of the nobility and political leaders in Baldur's Gate is corrupt. What did they think of it? Did they enjoy the infighting and maybe took advantage of it?

Worgs or Gnolls, which species is their favourite?

Have they ever been imprisoned? Why, by whom, how fast did they escape?

Would they survive in modern times? Could they adapt easily or would they be desperate to return home?

They don't exist in Faerûn, but hypothetically speaking, which TV show/series would be their absolute favourite?

What's their usual mood/state of mind like? Happy, focused, grim, about to snap someone's neck from irritation?

Graveyards, a nice place to hang out or a crime scene to be avoided? Did post tadpole Durge ever discover a gravestone dedicated to them?

Would they prefer a small and cute pet or a large and scary beast? Besides Gnolls and Worgs that is. Just as a vibe.

Did they ever tell the other Chosen about their own plans to rid the world of all life in father's name?

Also, did they know that the others would probably betray them? Did they perhaps even prepare for it already, or were they oddly naive enough to trust them?

Do they wear accessories (earrings count)? Which one is their favourite?

What languages does Durge speak? Is there any interesting story as to how they've learned them?

What went through your head when you crafted these little Durge doll, dear creator? Are they a self inserted of sorts or as far removed from you as possible?

What do they think of bugs and arachnids? Annoying, gross, fun little creatures? How do they treat one of these things when they see them?

Sleeping. Do they do that? Do they avoid it? Are they generally unable to for one reason or another?

Coffee or tea and why?

Realistically speaking, would Durge be able to sit down long and still enough for a portrait or would they move within 5 minutes tops? Any reason for that?

Would your durge like you? Why or why not? Would it depend on whether it's pre or post tadpole and would it change if they knew you're the reason for what happened to them?

Most Durges have piercings, tattoos or both. What's the story behind them? What's the story behind the lack thereof?

Durge needs to spend a day with someone and they aren't allowed to simply murder their companion. What would they do instead? How would they spend that day?

How do they wear their hair? What's their preferred style? Did their hair go thru any kind of changes, whether length or texture, at any point during their story?

What's the easiest way to piss them off? Interrupt them when they're focused, wake them from a nap, ignore them?

Old blood gets crusty, a feeling most don't particularly enjoy. How do they deal with the plethora of blood and viscera they often face?

Does Durge have a loud voice or are they always asked to repeat what they said because nobody audibly understood em?

Nail Polish. Yes, no, what colour, do they get someone else to do it for them? Do they even take care of their nails are they crusty and each one has a different length?

Dried fish/meat and jerky, apparently a really hot debate, but where does Durge fall? Do they like it, do they detest it, do they have a secret stash hidden somewhere?

Hyperfixation. Yes, no, what topic has their mind in a chokehold and how much do they enjoy info dumping?

What's their personality type? Talking about the '16 Personalities' test. (You can find it here if you haven't heard of it yet)

How many blankets and pillows are in their bed at any given moment? Just one set for them to catch a bit of rest or is it more akin to a fabric fortress with comfy things galore? Any teddies?

What's their sexual/romantic orientation? Do they themselves know? Do they simply not care as they're too busy being gods favourite little flesh baby?

Their favourite piece of clothing? Any story behind it or is it just too darn comfortable?

Wild card - tell us a story, fact, idea you'd like to share about Durge or their creation.

Wild card 2 - followers ask whatever they want (ofc, keep in mind to be nice y'all).

Psssh, cool people ask the person they're reblogging from a question in turn. And if their social anxiety can handle it, ofc. Don't pressure yourself, author's and those who ask, this is for fun, but this is a hell of an essay for one person to just create so ask each other stuff, it's impossible otherwise. If I do see someone genuinely pull it off and actually answer all questions in 1 post again though, I'm sending you a coffee or nice snack or smth. Brother you've earned it that's some real dedication to sit down and answer all 100 questions. Anyway thus the series is concluded and I shall get back to wrapping up other WIPs rotting away.

[ire-as-iris]

What does your future self wants to say to you? [Divination Reading no. 2]

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Pile 01

Hey! I hope you're okay. You know, I miss you very much. If only I could back to that day or that version of myself, I would do better but it's too late but not that much. It's like, umm... to boost myself better kind of thought I really miss our moments together, messing with each other and crying like we're in some sort of a movie. This time it's different, it's like I've been consumed to responsibilities and nothing excites me that much. I wanna go back but I can't still, I'm glad I am at a better place financially speaking, spiritually, I don't know I'm not sure but moving this heavy message aside. I hope you're having fun right now make sure that the path you chose is different. I gotta go now, I have a lot of work to do see you again, sometime ❤

🔴 In summary, this one page of my notebook is not enough to say everything she wants to say, If I let her continue I'm afraid it will a whole chapter of a novel lol

🔴 A farm or barn may be significant

🔴 The part where she said different, screams something to me... don't be someone you're not because others their best for you, know when to take it and leave it (e.g in college course)

🔴 I imagined a girl with a long hair, oversized shirt in the rain, laughing her pain to let it go

🔴 She's talkative, my hand hurts writing this hahaha

🔴 You're an extrovert who may be mistaken as an introvert (Oops, I mean you're an introvert and people see you as an extrovert when you're alone, look how I write it wrong here too🤣)

🔴 Majority here seems to be teenagers like me xD

Pile 02

(Trigger warning: mention of sui!c1d3)

Live your life, I'm grateful that I did not t@ke my life (do you have su1cid@l thoughts pile 2?). Bro it's so peaceful to be here, I thought taking my you know will end it but I was wrong, something came to me that stopped me, it was an angel. She was warm and nice (tall too around 5'8, white pale skin color). I think I can't imagine myself to be here if not for her. Now I'm working a normal job with a normal life, enough for me to decide what I want. Ya get what I'm saying? I wasn't planning to have kids, but look! I have one (three or two for some of you). Life's so short and times so fast so keep doing you lad 😉

Peace out! Oh before that, I just want to tell you to don't force anything okay? It'll come, THAT thing so yeah, let's talk again some time 😉

🔴 I feel like majority that picked this pile are dudes (straight but, again take it how it resonates if you're a member of LGBTQ)

🔴 Chill people

🔴 THAT thing may mean a number of things, depending on you it can be your dream, or really THAT sezzz, etc.

🔴 The angel maybe a literal angel, someone you know (e.g friends, family, etc.) or you're future spouse

🔴 I imagined someone with a curly hair light brown and has beared, he's thin but tall, white skin as well

🔴 He's wearing a jacket, white tee, and long pants (pale dark blue)

🔴 You're maybe in you're twenties or turning 30

🔴 Moon in Gemini at 4th House

🔴 For some of you, I'm feeling that your future spouse (especially if they're a girl) have the vibes of the tracks below.

Pile 03

I can't believe I'm already here, I'm so successful! I've got the benz and my Renz (man, dream guy/the one, whatever you call it). You've got the boss energy, trust me the people who helped you. I feel like the richest on the earth hhahah

Keep on going mama, the universe got us! Loyalty! Love yourself and other people and it will get back to you. It may not be exactly as the way you want it but, I promise you and I'm sure it going to be better, the best. You'll get it poppin! Ya know what I'm sayin?😘

🔴 Don't be consumed by fame, be yourself positively.

🔴 Some people here have the "Who you?" tendency in a negative way, please don't be like that. (Who you means treating the people you know as strangers because you have the bag and everything you dreamed of)

🔴 Remember being a bish to others will give you shi* to yourself, and your loved ones, your child may be the one who'll suffer if you don't change it

🔴 Funny people are reading this pile

🔴 Harry styles, love and disco songs maybe you're favorite/topic of your songs

🔴 Influencer, artists, rappers, people of color, rags to riches, attitude

🔴 Neptune in Capricorn at the First House

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Deleted dialog from Far Cry 3’s main story

In this series of posts, I’m sharing all the unreleased content (minus a few duplicates) I found in the oasisstrings text file, even when it wasn’t very interesting, so we have a comprehensive list of the lines that were cut in each Far Cry 3 story mission.

On a side note, the document never says which character is speaking, so every time you see names, it’s either because the corresponding audio files were available and I know who the speaker is, or because the context made it easy to guess their identity.

Part 23: Doppelganger

There used to be more privateer dialog in the mission after Jason overhears this other conversation (still in the game) and before he finds a uniform:

So the way I see it, right? Hoyt couldn't move against the rebels. Not a chance! I mean those fuckers are right up Vaas's ass. Too much collateral damage with the pirates, and fuck, I couldn't tell you one darkie from another!

But now, it's wall-to-wall jungle bunnies, so Hoyt can nuke them all and roll in.

[Chuckle] Fucking unbelievable, Mike.

Yes I am.

He's a fucking racist. I don't know how Mike gets away with half the shit he says. Fucking white trash.

[Laughing] Remember when Vaas kicked his ass?

[Laughing]He was bleeding for a week. [chuckle] Fuck. Later, man.

Later, beefheads!

Hey! Intruder!

You're making me nervous.

Whatever.

Go walk it off, okay.

He bitched me out like I was some punk recruit.

You're lucky he didn't fucking kill you on the spot. It's Hoyt!

I should do something about it.

It's Hoyt, you moron! Fucking walk it off!

Who the fuck..?

Hey! I'm gonna fuck you up!

After killing Foster to steal his outfit and identity, Jason would say:

Come to daddy.

The privateer in charge of scanning the recruits would have many more (unimportant) lines:

Let's go.

Move it in.

Let's go.

Move it.

Through.

Go.

Wait.

Go.

Clear.

Go.

All right, go.

Go.

OK, move it. Let's go, guys.

All right.

Next, c'mon.

Good.

Then, after Hoyt’s speech, the privateers (and maybe Jason too) would make a few comments:

Wow. This guy's nuts.

I wonder where the island is? Better be near Hawaii.

I hear Hoyt's a hardass. Don't get on his bad side.

I can't wait to get paid for this shit.

Do yourself a favor, man. Save your money. You don't want to be doing this ten years down the road.

You ready to have fun? Better believe I'm ready to have fun!

Look at these assholes. Give them a gun and they think they're gods. Give them bullets and they'll shoot themselves in the foot.

Look alive. You're men now. Try to act like you're swinging a pair.

Hey... I hear they got a brothel here! Who's up for some wet cherry?

Finally, at the end of the mission, Jason would simply say:

I better call Sam.

And, indeed, he does, but the conversation is the same.

[dissvicious]

One of these days Buggy is gonna realize his kids may start wanting to date and it’s gonna kill him. He imagines some punk hitting on his little Tinkerbell and he already feels his fists clenching. He thinks about Blaze going after some no good floozy and leaving the ship and then he’s gonna get heartbroken. He’s still so sensitive too, his little dummy, he wouldn’t be able to take it. In his mind Rory brings in some no good, lazy, deadbeat of a man and looks at Buggy and Red and says „Father, Mother, this is my boyfriend. I will now run off with this man and I will never visit you again. He’s going to spend all my hard earned money on booze and hookers while I cry myself to sleep every single night alone in our bedroom. One day he will sell me out to the Marines where I will die a slow, agonizing death in a tiny holding cell that-„ A sharp jab by Reds Elbow brings him back to the reality of them huddled under the pillows. She doesn’t even open her eyes as she scolds him „Listen, the overprotective dad bit is cute, but you gotta stop making up awful son in laws to kill. You grind your teeth when you get angry and I’m not listening to your whining about your aching jaw tomorrow“

You pull the rug out from under me anon ! This is definitely something I had in mind as thought bubbles for a few days. Anyway I love your depiction of worry daddy, overprotective Bugs ❤️ him daynightmaring about his kids awful partners is deffo a thing.

But for real here is how I imagine teen triplets starting to date :

As you spotted on, Rory is gay. Which is a surprise for no one. The boy don't even need to make a coming out. It would be like him going to the crew and saying "Guys, I have something to tell you: I have a red nose".

I think Blaze would be aroace / demiaroace. His dummy golden retriever brain is just... Not interested in dating. It just don't cross his mind. Anyway if one day some goth teen with black cat energy spot him and decide he's their boyfriend from now he will follow them happily in a sort of weird half platonic relationship.

I think Skye would be a true pansexual just like her father, but like : broking guys hearts here and there, becoming absolutely useless when she's crushing on a girl.

When it comes to dating and love, both Reddie and Buggy are total messes. Like look at their love story. I mean they insult each other as a love language.

So I think Alvida would become the mentor of seduction for teen Rory and Skye.

Buggy really don't understand Blaze being aroace at first. Not judging or else of course. He just don't understand it. Every time they anchor somewhere and a cute young one start to talk with his firecracker son he's afraid to see his heart shattered in pieces right in front of him. But Blaze is just oblivious to the flirt so he shouldn't worry.

Of course if someone EVER make one of his kid cry from broken heart this someone will end with a buggy bomb in the face.

[issdisgrace]

YOUR SUGAR DADDY​

WARNINGS: None​

I check my suit in the mirror one more time before heading out to start the promo for my upcoming match with CM Punk. It was going good as always until Punk came out and ruined it. 

“How about you tell everyone about your sugar daddy?”

God that made my fucking blood boil. Ever since I got with my fiance, he’s been called my sugar daddy and it’s fucking annoying.

“He’s not my sugar daddy and you damn well know that Punk.”

“You sure. If I remember correctly, the suit your wearing was bought by him, as well as the watch and shoes your wearing. Oh, wait sorry I remember now your whole wardrobe was bought by him.”

“He did not buy my whole wardrobe for you information. I’m making plenty to buy my own things. Oh, wait I got it now. You're jealous that I have someone that doesn’t sit on their ass and do nothing like your wife. What she hasn’t been relevant since you were.”

 “Max, your only clam to fame is your sugar daddy.”

“Fuck you, he isn’t my fucking sugar daddy. I get it. He’s 8 years older than me, but that doesn’t mean he’s my sugar daddy.”

“Your sure about that, Max. What do you call a man that pays for all your flights, hotels, rentals cars, suits, watches, and those ugly scarves you wear?”

“Go suck it Punk. He’s not the only one who spends money in our relationship. I pay for all our vacations, hobbies, and dinners. Also, even if he paid for everything what’s the big deal? Huh, he has the money to do so. It’s not like he’s going to break the bank doing so what the problem,”

“The problem is, he has made you think you're so fucking high and mighty. You are nothing, Max. You will never be anything, Max. You're just a pathetic little boy that gets whatever he wants when he wants from his sugar daddy.”

Punk says, getting in my face. I take the opportunity to deliver a low blow. God, do I love low blows. They’re so fun and it’s amazing to see their pain when it happens. Punk hunches forward, clutching his crotch before he can say anything I say,

“That’s what you get, Punk. Now keep my fucking fiance out of your mouth or next time it will be much worst.” After I drop the mike onto the mat and leave. Well, that was eventful. I bet Y/n’s gonna get a kick out of this later.

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Peter and Martin argueing over who is whose sugar daddy, both convinced the other is the sugar baby, happily twisting definitions to be right. Ideally this takes place while naked or in bed, though they do not need to acknowledge this in any way

I am just... obsessed with the idea of the sugar daddy and sugar baby dynamic between them because they're both just the worst about it.

Warning: idiots in bed

On with the fic!

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"Look at this." Peter frowned, holding up a sock. "Ugly, boring, not fit enough to be used as a sock puppet!"

"It's my sock, you silly man." Martin snatched it from him, tossing it over his shoulder. "It does its job of covering my feet, and really now, that should be the last thing on your mind. Don't ruin the afterglow."

"No, I'm gonna ruin it!" Peter kicked his feet, probably doing so to be a brat about things. "It was right next to my head the whole time we were goin' at it, and I just... come on! Wear something with color! White and gray? Nah! I'm buyin' you some new shit, totally in cool colors and styles."

He grabbed his phone. "Hell, let's do it now. While I'm at it, let's get you some better clothes."

"What's wrong with my clothes?" Martin frowned, sitting up. He could see his plaid button up hanging from a mounted jackalope skull Peter had on the wall of his bedroom, must have snagged an antler when it got tossed aside. "And stop buying me things, I do have money."

"Look, big guy, the mountain man thing can be hot, but you need a more fittin' style for this place. You stand out like a sore thumb, and that's sayin' somethin'." Peter said as he tapped away at his phone. "And I'm gonna do whatever I want with my money, I'm richer than you."

"I have money."

"And so do I. 'sides, I'm totally your sugar daddy." Peter snorted, then stopped. "No, wait, sugar baby, yeah? I mean, look at you, you're totally a dilf." He winked.

Martin rolled his eyes. "I don't know what that is."

"Dad I'd Like to Fu-"

"Which you've clearly done." Martin gestured to their current location and state of undress, which got Peter cackling. "And if you're a sugar baby, that means I'm the one who pays for things."

"Nuh-uh! A sugar baby is the younger in the relationship, and I've got the money!"

"Just because I was locked away for twenty years does not mean I don't know my terminology, Peter. I am very aware that a sugar baby can be older than the daddy."

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yeah-huh, you little punk. Considering you are insistent on paying for everything, I am, technically, the sugar baby in this relationship."

Peter sat up, huffing. "Please, baby is the last thing anyone is gonna call you."

"You call me that when you're drunk and needy."

"Details, details!" Peter waved a hand about, looking embarrassed. "Fine, if you are so insistent on being the daddy, you pay for things for me."

"You won't let me!"

The actor moved to sit on Martin's lap. "Cause you don't know shit about the modern world, it's so much easier for me to navigate the internet than you."

"I know how to shop in a physical store." Martin, once more, rolled his eyes. "You're just too lazy to venture outside."

"Vegas' sun is dangerous to my poor, British skin, I'll burn in just a matter of minutes."

"Remind me why I'm living with you again?"

"Cause you like me, daddy~!" Peter winked, his grin was of the shit-eating variety. Martin shoved him off his lap.

There was a shout of protest and flailing limbs, Martin snorted. "Again, technically, I'm the sugar baby. Unless if you want me to be your sugar daddy." He growled, smirking, as he moved to crawl over Peter.

"I could pay for things, from my secret accounts of saved up rich doctor's money, and all the stuff I've had set aside my associates for a second life. You'd look so good in new clothes and jewelry bought by a man with dirty money, eh?"

Peter stared at him with wide, bright eyes. "Uhhh... I'd totally let you be the sugar daddy if you keep talkin' like that, big guy."

"That's what I thought." And he leaned in to ravish Peter's mouth, winning the argument before Peter could find some other reason to get his definitions messed up.

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I am still under the impression that Peter thinks the labels are age-based, and not who actually has the money.

It was weird to write a character calling another 'daddy', not gonna lie, but it seems like something Peter would do, haha.

[artificialqueens]

Daddy's Boy, Chapter 6.5 (Biadore) - Imafuckinglibra

Ummmm. Hi. I don’t really know if anyone on here cares or if I’m shouting into a void. Obviously I’ve been gone a minute. I’m making this one 6.5 bc technically it’s supposed to be 7 but I don’t know if I’m publishing it yet or If it’s worth publishing it I should say. As an apology though I’m including a bonus at the end for whoever wants it. If there’s mistakes I’m sorry if there’s a part 7 it’ll be fixed. 

This is just pure smut btw enjoy.

“Fashion is like eating, you shouldn’t stick to the same menu.” Kenzo Takada. If you we take his words to actually mean what they literally say, you could say he’s implying we should change our choices. Kind of like…"

“Who the fuck wrote this shit?” Roy grumbled out loud, trying to find the name of the culprit on the loosely stapled pages in front of him. 

He tossed his glasses off onto the bed and tried rubbing the frustration out of his weary eyes with his thumb & index finger.

‘I’m too old for this’ He thought. ‘Go be a costume designer, no I want to TEACH. Be a LEADER.‘ sigh “Yeah right.” 

He had to come to realization we all do that - inevitably - when we’re alone for too long we kind of go, batshit. You start thinking about your life choices and just where oh where did you go wrong. And man did he feel alone.

His apartment, although my no means small especially on a teacher salary, suddenly felt massive. Without his near constant companion running around in baggy jeans, ill fitting hoodies or singing about every day activities the apartment felt like he did. Vast & vacant. Tad dramatic perhaps.

The living room once just books, dog beds and a TV was now littered with photographs, guitar picks, knick knacks so many empty bottles of various sodas or beer. 

The bathroom once so pristine now riddled with long hair everywhere, toothpaste splatter against the mirror, bottles of all sorts of hair and face lotions.

Food smeared and discarded left and right in the kitchen area, boxes and boxes of old take out. Empty bags of chips or half eaten cookies just scattered about without a care in the world. 

Not to mention the bedroom. 

“Just look at how he left these pillows!” He thought. 

Well, to be honest none of it was that bad. Not even close. Everything was immaculately clean. It just been so long since he’d seen Danny he had to start making things up to be mad at him at. If he didn’t he’d start to think of the good and then he’d just miss him.

In true college student fashion the punk rocker had taken the opportunity summer vacation presents to travel with his friends. Him and his roommates packed their bags into Brian’s busted little car and decided to travel the US and hit at least one new bar every night. It may have only been 12 weeks but god it felt like 5 years. 

Some times they’d just stay in one place, sobering up in some dodgy hotel before they head to the next place. Which Roy absolutely despised, causing many a fight between the two. At least 3 times. At least. 

However. Some times, most times, fine. Pretty much every city to be honest, Danny and Brian would perform some of their music and they’d have gas, food and hotel money the next day. Which Roy had to admit, made him proud. 

The fact that he could take responsibility and provide for himself like this with his craft was absolutely endearing. Roy envied him for it once in a while. 

Granted. He didn’t do it all himself, he had 4 others with him. Jason included, the only one with a head on his shoulders who’d pre planned every last detail of their trip before they left. 

Summer comes and goes every year though and so does financial independence and adolescent freedom. Danny and his friends had to finally return to school, and finally back to Roy. Not before making a stop at his mom’s house first though. 

He’d been in Azusa for 2 weeks at this point, getting his school work in order, doing laundry, buying school supplies, being babied by his mother and bullied by his brothers as 20 somethings do. 

“God I miss him though.” Roy said to Dede who’d been strolling through the empty hallway. Realizing the essay from hell was finally over and done with. 

‘D!!’ he scribbled on it. ‘You at least managed to get your own name right, now try getting other people’s name right! Baloney!’

VRRRR VRRRR

His phone vibrated on the bedside table next to him. He carefully dropped the stack of papers  onto the portable work bench he kept close by and picked up his phone. 

Incoming Call

Danny 

Danny put the heart next to his own name, don’t question it. 

“Hey, you headin…” Roy asked before he realized what he was looking at and grabbed his bottom lip with his hand to keep from laughing. 

“Shhh.” Danny gestured softly with his index finger over his lips, whispering the command. “Quiet.” 

Danny had propped his phone against some shampoo bottles and a tub of conditioner at the bottom of his mother’s shower. The front camera pointed directly at center stage just for Roy.

His head was tilted in the corner of the tiled shower, his body contorted to fit into the small cubicle. Bent long legs either side of his chest to give his partner the best possible view of the skinny middle finger gliding slowly in and around both entrances. 

His mouth agape in ecstasy at the hot water spraying down from the shower head against the wall onto his growth and down his inner thighs. 

“Naughty boy.” Roy whispered to himself with a devilish grin. He knew Danny only ever teased or fingered himself in both holes when he was desperate. Something which he didn’t frequently do up until right before he left. During finals when he was too stressed to see each other. 

“It must’ve been a minute since he’s been able to jerk off.” He thought but hey can’t blame him. He might have been a liiiitle pent up too. 

Roy picked up on the hint and put the phone down on the bed against his headboard so Danny could enjoy his own show. 

Sitting back on his ankles Roy undid his shorts zipper and pulled his semi erect cock out. Slowly tugging at it to match Danny’s rhythm. Eager to catch up with him but not eager enough to ruin the moment too fast. 

Driving his young lover wild with his fist steadily opening and closing, squeezing the pre cum out of the tip. The same pre cum Danny spent hours teasing him with. 

He reached for the drawer or toys they’d accumulated in their time together and pulled out a fleshlight Danny bought him before he left. 

“No.” Danny mouthed shaking his head. “Pillow” 

“Pillow?” Roy whispered. 

“I want to see.” He gestured back with one now freed hand. 

Roy realized what he meant and happily obliged.

With one hand still around his shaft and the other gripping under him he slowly lowered himself as he would if Danny had been there rather than his hand. 

“Like that.” Danny smiled biting his lip. Watching carefully for when Roy’s cock would slide into his palm again. Sliding 2 fingers into his asshole at the same time. 

He’d grown accustomed to pretending Roy was the one pleasuring him rather than himself, especially when they played together like this. 

He still felt the same butterflies in his stomach he had the very first time they slept together, the same giddy high from watching Roy’s head twitch at every gentle touch. The veins wrapping around his thick tan cock. 

‘Oh fuck he’s gorgeous.’ He thought, watching his body tense and relax with every thrust. His skin becoming shiny with sweat as he picked up his pace, probably without realizing. 

Or maybe Danny was the one who picked up his pace first, who knows. He couldn’t tell anymore. All he wanted was Roy to fuck him hard right now, even if it was just pretend. 

“Dan!” His mom yelled snapping them to reality. 

“Yeah?” Danny yelled frowning at Roy to hush. His fingers slowing down significantly but not stopping. As if he’s been caught in the act before but knew he could get away with it. 

“We’re heading to dinner soon, when you gonna be done?” 

“Like 10 more minutes I’m just washing my hair.” He lied winking at his audience. 

“Okay Hun, we’ll wait for you.”

“AirPods.” Roy whispered quickly gesturing with his hands while they were still unoccupied. 

“But they’ll get wet?”

“I’ll buy you new ones.” Roy rolled his eyes. Danny had dropped these AirPods in everything from salsa, mountain dew to even the mud at the dog park but this was one step too far apparently. Really?

Without missing a beat Danny simply reached his long legs over to his pants that had the case still inside. He put just one in, being careful to keep his head out of the splash zone. Reassuming his position when he was ready with the water perfectly hitting its target again. 

“Ready?” Roy growled into his ear.

“Yeah…” Danny melted into his voice. Thinking how close he could get to cumming right then and there just at hearing his rasp again. 

“I can’t. Wait. To. Fuck….ugh, you.” Roy grunted emphasizing each word with a thrust into his palm. Watching as Danny nodded lost in his own desires, his fingers pounding into himself with him. Making his top lip quiver each time, distorting his face into a silent cry as he tried to control himself. 

A year ago he’d be too embarrassed to act like this over a video call but dating someone long distance like this changes a person. Especially when that person begs so nicely for it each time. 

“I know you want both holes filled, don’t you. I need to fuck you, I need to taste your cum running down my chin again.” He continued.

Danny whimpered a near silent “uh huh” at him drifting his eyes closed as his hands took over with a mind of their own. His left hand finding the same path as his right. A single lanky finger curling into himself, enough for now to apply just the perfect pressure for release.

“Fuck you’re gonna cum right, uhng…now.” Roy panted thrusting himself harder and harder despite his legs burning. His breath ragged. “Right now, aren’t you. Oh fuck.”

“Uh…huh.” Danny nodded again to the best of his ability as his hips bucked, his fingers and toes all curling in as his orgasm overtook him.

Roy watched him writhing around, the sight pushing him so close to the edge he didn’t think he could come back from it. But he didn’t want to look away yet, he didn’t want this moment to end so soon. 

Watching Danny melt into the floor as his hips instinctively kept riding his own fingers were too delectable to let go just yet. His bottom lip clenched tight between perfect teeth as he fought back from making a sound. His chest puffed high as he fought for air. 

“Hngh I can’t wait, fuck, to fill you with cum. Watch it drip out of your tight little ass”. He kept teasing. Knowing Danny hadn’t had enough yet, he could see it in the brief flash when their eyes finally met again. 

Rhythm be dammed at this point he was uncontrollably humping his pillow chasing his own orgasmic high as he tried leading Danny to a second.  Wether ready or not he couldn’t escape it now. “C’mon baby, I know you got one more. Keep that hand there.” 

Danny took a deep gulp for air and moved his left hand towards his growth instead, jerking off furiously in unison with his hips’ gyrating. 

“I…hm huh.” He squeaked softly. The coil inside his body near snapping again despite never going down. 

“Aaah!! Fucking…Dan. Shit.” Roy cried, looking down at his cock pulsing violently. Cum shooting out from his hand onto the sheets beneath him. Splattering across the pillow, the bench next to him and nearly on his phone. 

He kept his chin pressed against his own chest trying to catch his breath, his eyes shut in ecstasy as he heard a faint squeak between the shower splashes coming from his phone. 

His eyes fighting open as he watched Danny completely drop into a mess with his legs uncontrollably shaking through his second orgasm. His face scrunched up, bright red and dripping in probably sweat if the water hadn’t gotten to it yet. 

“Holy shit.” He sighed wiping his hair out of his face. “Fuck baby you made me cum a gallon.” 

Danny softly chuckled under his breath as he straightened his legs up and out against the tiles. Ass still on the floor as he felt the water washing away his sins. “Shhh.” He joked again.

“See. What am I supposed to do with this?” Roy teased pretending to be mad as he turned the camera to give him a view. 

Danny took his phone and started typing quickly. 

You better save some for me then when I get back. You promised to fill me up remember.

“Yeah I remember.” Roy laughed. “Gonna make up for all the times you blue balled me this summer.”

Danny’s face went flat when he read it. Looking into the camera with fake distain. 

Nevermind. I’ll just find some other professor to do it, fuck my way to an A this semester. 

“Dirty bitch…” Roy growled. “We’ll talk about it later, go wash your hair and enjoy dinner. I have papers to grade.” 

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[fr3akinthecorner]

ur a boy! ur a boy! why can't I be a girl anymore? bc it's fucking sexy that's why u don't feel all that well? I'm gonna be ok dude no just wait a little while longer I'm gonna body slam u down a slide I have no idea what that means good! ur a boy! she's a boy! dude shut up I don't care anymore I'm a boy now seee we said J

it wouldn't kill u! or did it? hahahaha yea really cute and funny my girlfriend is a boy! is it gf or bf keeho? dude it's girlfriend that is not fair at all we won't talk about it too much but ur definitely going to get your fucking Virginity taken? what? hahaha what was that? I'm gonna pop your cherry hahaha I am not computing can we get some iced coffee together? no! I said no!!! where do u want to go? please don't make me punch u omg she's a boy I know it she's a boy she's gonna punch me like a boy I'm a boy for dear God this is why I'm going to he'll with lava mcgee hahahaha u were gonna say daddy keeho omg there's no way ur real father would do something like that? he has and he will u can't say it I don't want to say it hey are u alright? ur car is really cool let me take u for a ride bb ok :) call me back l8r my gf is a boy this makes everything so complicated do u have any idea on why it matters? no I don't u literally ran around the house I know but I couldn't do it ok so stop and think about how I could find u in my car if

my name is emit

my name is keeho I got the golden coin so drive a little longer to John in Portland, maine you're mine and only mine let's get this show on the road u forgot how to write for daddy so he's gonna run a few practice rounds on u and hey emit go on the highway and never come back we have a movie to start and my art is the best we can't let this little boy down and I have to take his Virginity soon yea right! ok no u can't say that let me tell u something about being my gf she's always high on meth get the ball rolling emit fuuuck! u said he would be late hahaha he never said that he said u work for door dash right gf? my little Hawaiian shordy has a date with daddy tonight don't forget the puppy emit he lives at his house? the boy u wanted to fuck? keeho none of this makes sense yes it does baby it'll make sense once you're back to normal but I'm not playing with girls ur right ok so emit has to walk a puppy to judson pointe? no ur puppy! how did u come back to this house? I was with u the whole time and they kept calling u a girl ur a boy right? yes I'm a boy finally omg! daamn baby! ehh it needs work u can have my scouts honor it doesn't need work it needs ur pushy ok so I'm gonna end this here before nothing makes sense to anyone but us! u did really good trying to find music but it is disappointing us now so what are we to do? I love you keeho I love you too boy! come on let's find a song I promise you'll feel better but what am I sad about? ur sad bc u can't be a girl why is this so sad? it's ok ur gonna make sense of it all millions of years later dude that's not right I just wanna know why! no u can't even talk to me properly because your body hasn't evolved into its full sex Magix u are a virgin! I'm gonna take it tonight oh ok well as long as what were writing isn't bad or boring to other people let's keep talking what happened to the tattoos u gave me? they might come.back why can u never give me a straight answer? bc ur a boy u don't deserve it but the joy of luck has found u so when that sets in you'll have so much fun! ur weird! im.not weird im getting ready to fuck u tonight daddy? no! stop porno Manga is back in program? yes it is and I don't want to hear anything about how awful it is to write u have much potentiontial in this field dude no I don't I completely forgot how to write it! ok so? daddy? can I have some money for my shifty writing? no! I said no!! it's going on social media for free but ffuuuck! aren't u in a troubadour family now? fuuuck! emit they found out we pretended to be punk singers daamn baby! that's my pirate and ur sucking his dick? ew! that's all I could say my love! I'm gonna fuck u so good that u die ok well thats cool I suppose u suppose? you're so bad at this call me daddy? hey I'm calling u? no baby! it's daddy! fuuuck! hey I can get you out but u gotta call me lava magma hey lava magma fix the situation ok no?!?! play nice with daddy lava magma aren't u lava mcgee too? yes school is postponed! getting high is mandatory! I'll get high either lava mcgee ok so school starts tomorrow cool will there be a fashion program? no deliveries! fuuuck! emit take the fucking puppy to judson pointe it might belong to Carlos montoya oh ok so lava mcgee wants to know if he can call your grandpa? who is he? a photographer/artist he's already calling ok so the rape thing did reset his artwork so a new lava mcgee writing room session happens when? bc devil baby

[boricuacherry-blog]

I celebrated my eighteenth birthday in the Complex. We had a huge party. Friends bought booze and brought dope. Customers bought dope and brought booze. The next day, I didn't have much memory of the party, but I was told it was the bomb.

A couple of days later, I got my trustfund money. Twenty-five thousand dollars. I thought I was rich. Three days after receiving the check, the phone rang. No sooner than I'd said hello, a voice said, "La'Vette?" I hadn't been called that name in so long, the mention of it stopped me in my tracks. In fact, no one was allowed to call me that name. My hand began to tighten around the phone handle as I began to remember how much I hated that name and the man who'd given it to me. The voice continued, snapping me out of the daze. "This is your father." It was Mr. Burns. "How are you?"

I know this punk-ass nigga ain't callin me! I thought as I stared at the phone in disbelief. I couldn't believe he had the audacity to call me - I hadn't seen or spoken to him since the day he'd given us to Diane.

He continued talking about how he missed me and how much trouble he'd had trying to find me. But I wasn't listening. I had too many unanswered questions racing through my mind...how did he get my number? How did he know where I was? How did he know I'd gotten my money?

Then I remembered that he always showed up when money was involved. I came back to the present. The why and how he'd found me weren't important. What was important was that, after years of pure hell, I'd finally get the chance to give him a piece of my mind.

He'd been talking for about two minutes, going on and on about how he could "use a little help," and about how he "loved his daughter."

"Love? Love?" I screamed. "You don't know shit about love, you black sorry bastard of a man. I never even knew you existed. And how did I find out? When your sorry ass took us from the only family we loved and sent us to stay with that sadistic bitch! And for what? So you two could split the foster care and Social Security money! You sold out your kids for money! You are a punk bitch!"

I was so angry, tears were falling from my eyes. But I couldn't stop. I had to release the rage and hatred I'd been holding in for so long. Mr. Burns was shocked into silence by my anger and my language. But I continued.

"Yeah, I said it. A sorry-ass punk bitch. That's all you are! You might have pulled that 'I need my kids' shit on Larry, but that shit ain't gon' work with me! I don't want yo' fake-ass love, ya fake-ass nigga. I got a daddy and it ain't you, mothafucka! I'd rather lay on a bed of scalding-hot piercing nails naked before I'd acknowledge your sorry ass to be my father. Just the thought of you leaves a shiny taste in my mouth. You know why? 'Cause you ain't shit! You ain't never been a part of my life and, mothafucka, we ain't fittin' to start now! Now you listen and you listen good, ass-wipe. Don't you ever, and I mean ever, call my house again. You hear me, asshole? And, if you EVER come anywhere near me, I'll do what my momma shoulda done years ago, and what Larry shoulda done when you stole his money. I'll kill yo' black ass! You hear me? I'll fuckin kill you DEAD!"

I slammed down the phone so hard I felt the cradle crack in my hand.

Mr. Burns never called back. And I never heard from him again.

[the-firebird69]

You know it's kind of right we can't have the Santa's do this we have BG do it he's kind of a wild card it kind of is happening anyways and it would point it out but these two are doing is their competition they still have a serious number of people and they kind of hook up with bja and it's an army we need them out of there anyways and they're making and they're making huge mistakes I do see what he's saying they're horrible people and we want them out

Mac daddy he came in six times today that we counted and a 7th and he's horrible this guy is an addict it's a trump is messing with his son afterwards got them both in trouble I mean he's an idiot the guys are steaming honking fool why the hell is he coming in there six times what the f*** is he doing all I find him doing is threatening people and him getting his ass kicked

That's what we're finding too and we're having an emergency meeting about it now. He went seven times and 1/8 on the road and the 9th I mean the guy is a stupid pig and disgusting person and he's not necessarily a wild card he's stuck to him in a massive way we have to break him off he is a huge huge loser too and mean and dangerous and sick and he advertises what he does he's trying to threaten everybody by doing it is in and out threatening and I started saying why don't you take a swing I'll show you who's threatening to f****** puke little girl he started saying it to him the guys flipping out in between and people are saying what's the matter he says he's just sitting there challenging me saying I'm threatening you so I'm taking all your businesses through this punk that you keep jamming up my ass every single business I kill everybody and lots of you leave actually before that happens because you don't want to work this is what does that mean what are you talking about you won't have anything you don't have any weapons or anything cuz it's puke you want to keep this f****** useless piece of s*** there and he started saying this he's using you to take all these companies and he's telling them how in some ways he knows then he says I can't help it I need the money and he goes where I'm going to die and send the money becomes useless and we take it back and we buy more companies and get rid of his idiots then they said that and he said I don't know about that but that seems like what they're doing this is doing it cuz you won't leave him alone you don't even know if it's them but somebody's doing that because you're doing what you're doing we know it cuz we going to take your stuff and take your money because of what you're doing and a whole bunch because I have to go back there now it says no you don't that's why we're doing it though so the idiot can't get it so we have to get rid of him even though we're taking tons of stuff most of it

So we can have this meeting and it's already going that way some people are siding with keeping them there and you're saying no your own cadre says definitely not we recommend against it and the people who do if he gets harmed and going to be executed and that's what we say too but they're extremely powerful and they're not being listened to he says we have to hear their side of it they're probably small countries and they can't afford what's going on and they can't afford anything so we'd have to have an argument they think it's better for them so we're going to go through it already we have people who are not siding with us and a small countries

Thor Freya

[drakenology]

the yakuza wife - yakuzaboss!bakugo x housewife reader - inspired by @hanji-is-life ‘s sexy ass. 

yakuza au

tw: violence, sadism, mentions of blood, smut, cum, cussing, daddy/ddlg kinks undertones, mentions of guns, very much harley quinn and joker only joker actually loves harley in this ya know?

“where the fuck is my money?” bakugo asks this bludgeoned man tied up to a metal chair in some god forsaken warehouse god only knows where. 

“please sir, i’ll get it to you as soon as I can! please stop!” the man pleads, flinching when bakugo raises his fist to land a mean left hook into his jaw with a dark chuckle. 

“you know you shouldn’t borrow from people if you have no intentions in payin’ em back. it’s fuckin’..” he pauses before taking a crowbar and bashing the man in both his knees, blood curdling screams filling the empty space. “rude!”

bakugo smirks as the man begs for mercy, pulling a set of pliers of his pocket and holding them up to the man’s face to tease him, grabbing by his neck to make him meet his intimidating gaze. 

“shoulda thought of that before trying to playing me for a fuckin’ fool.. hey, I wonder how many teeth I can pull outta ya before your weak ass passes out.” he grunts, waving the plier in his face until the sound of his phone ringing stops him from doing anything.

“you’re lucky I gotta take this.” he mumbles, taking a piece of dirty cloth and shoving it into his mouth to keep him quiet.

bakugo turns away and rolls up his sleeve, setting up his tools for torture as he answers the phone. 

“hi baby!” you chime, at the mall having the time of your life with his credit card. 

“hey. ‘m workin’ whaddaya want?” he says, holding up his pliers and sitting them down on the table as his hostage screams in the background. 

“just checking on you, dummy! whatcha want for dinner, hm? i know you haven’t eaten yet.” you say, holding up different dresses to your frame to imagine yourself in them. “hey, pink or powder blue?”

“pink. and ‘m not hungry. you’ve got security with you, right baby?” he asks, kicking the man onto the floor with a loud thud. 

“of course. you won’t let me leave the house without them.” you respond, not even paying attention to the muffled screams you hear in the background. you’ve learned not to ask too many questions when it comes to being a yakuza wife. 

“gotta keep my baby safe, right? listen, princess I gotta go. i’ll be home before 9 okay?” 

you suck your teeth and roll your eyes, “fine. be careful okay?”

“always am. love you baby.” as he hangs up and returns to his task. 

the difference between you and katsuki was night and day. everyone knew you to be so sweet and kind; unbeknownst to them all how you ended up with a cretin like Bakugo. even though Katsuki was immoral in many ways, he knew marrying you was the right thing to do. who else would want to dress his wounds and pick out his suits for the day?

katsuki demanded you quit your job. in fact he came with you to put in your two weeks notice, tough scowl staining his features as your boss signed the approval with shaking hands.

from that day on he ensured you were well taken care of and that marrying him and becoming his housewife came with many perks.

for starters, your husband was loaded. all those years of extorting and money laundering paid off every time you come home with a couple shopping bags from the mall.

katsuki loved lavishing you in the finest of everything, adoring how you look in designer. so much so, he fucks you by the bay window of your luxury penthouse, the Chanel dress he just bought you hiked up over your ass as his calloused fingers make way into your mouth. you’re pinned to the glass, bare breasts pressed against the window as he railed you from behind. and he wonders why you turned out to be a spoiled brat.

your gifts always made you stand out above the rest. many men fawn over you and he knows this. just a small price to pay for having a fine ass wife. but if anyone ever forgot their place, if anyone ever got to close. well. that’d be the last time you’d ever see them. course you have no idea why. but even though katsuki loved you with all his heart, you could be a real pain in the ass. you were so bratty, especially when he was busy. 

one day you came trotting into his office in the middle of some business deal. whatever. your jimmy choos popped and you needed a new pair before the yacht party you were attending started. 

“daddy’s taking care of business right now, okay? go wait outside.”

“no! you promised we’d go shopping! I need new shoes what the fuck am I supposed to do with these?” you whine, pouting like usual to get your way. bakugo’s brow raised, walking towards you and gesturing for the meeting to continue without him. his hand rested on your lower back as he escorted you out.  

he fucked your brains in in the next room for disobeying him, panties around your ankles, your charm anklet jingling as he picked up your legs. 

“spoiled fuckin’ brat. told you to wait didn’t I? hm? or did you make a scene ‘cause you wanted my dick?” your head hangs back as your hips are held down by him, thrusts brutal as you cry for him to slow down, face turned away from his. he grabs your chin and turns you around harshly with his scarred and calloused hands, bruised knuckles turning white with a tight grip. 

“look at me when i’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you.” 

he came inside you when he was done, pulling your panties up for you as it dripped down your leg. 

“now.. back to what I was doin’. tell the driver to take your ass home.” he huffs with a zip of his pants and a shake in his sleeves to fix them. bakugo leaves you on the desk, leaving the door cracked for you to leave when you got yourself together. and when you did you could hardly hold yourself up, holding your high heels in your hand as you limp to the car waiting outside for you. 

having a yakuza boss as a husband was always exciting. something in you liked the danger; the thrill.

you tell this tale to your other socialite girlfriends and they almost never believe you.

you were out with bakugo on a date when work called. to your dismay, he had to get up and leave. you insisted on being brought along, hating being left alone in that big house that was often empty without him. he agreed but only if you promised to be quiet like a good little girl. 

when you arrive at some warehouse (the same one mentioned earlier), a man was already hog tied on the ground, muffled screams behind a piece of duck tape as bakugo ripped it off. you sat by a table, legs folded in annoyance. this interrupted date night? you scoff and fold your arms. 

“ah. good seeing you old friend. remember me?” he asks, taunting him a little with a gun in his hand pressing it against his jaw as the man let out muffled pleas for him not to shoot. 

“you tried stealing from me. fuckin’ idiot. my boys caught you in some hotel with your little girlfriend. did you think you were gonna have a victory fuck after you made off with my money, hm?” bakugo asks, hitting him upside the head with the butt of his pistol.

you jump at the sound of the blow, a small part of you turned on watching your husband beat the crap out of a complete stranger. your pussy starts to ache when you peer over at bakugo’s strong tattooed arms as he flung his jacket aside, rolling his white sleeves up to ensure his expensive suit doesn’t get soiled. 

“oh fuck, where are my manners? this is my lovely wife, y/n. say hi baby.” he coos at you, a switch from rough to gentle when he spoke to you. you smile and wave, the hostage sobbing out a weak greeting when bakugo demands him to. 

“anyways. what’d you do with the money, asswipe? gonna tell me or are you gonna make me fuck you up in front of my pretty wife. god, look at ‘er, ain’t she gorgeous? you know I was about 30 minutes from railing her before you had to go along and ruin our night. I should kill you right here.” bakugo turns his head towards you with a sick look in his eye. 

“whaddaya think, princess? what should I do to this motherfucker, huh?” he asks. 

“smack him again. he ruined date night.” you grumble, folding your arms. 

“he sure did, baby.” bakugo says, punching the hostage in his jaw. he gestured for his men to crowd around him, all of them taking turns kicking and beating him with metal bars. katsuki walks towards you and pulls you into a passionate kiss, a bit of blood on his knuckles as he pulled your hair. god, this whole situation was sick. but why was it so hot?

bakugo carries you away to the car, tells the driver to fuck off somewhere while he rails you in the back seat, knowing his men will take care of the rest of what he started inside the warehouse. you straddle his lap, bouncing up and down on his stiff cock as the car rocked back and forth. the car windows fog up as your body heat commingled throughout the space, your hands pressing against the glass to gain to balance as you rode his fat cock. 

“fuck, daddy. you’re so hot when you’re handling business. ooh, you’re dick’s so hard.” you purr, bakugo’s hand pinching and playing with your breast as his hips thrust upwards. He smirks at you, almost a bit shocked you got as turned on as he did from the pain he inflicted.

“hmm, I know baby. god, you’re sick. getting this wet from watching me beat up some punk. dirty fuckin’ girl.” he huffed into your hair, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck followed by harsh nibbles.

truth is even though you were so sweet and caring, you had a dark side no one knew about. I mean why else would you marry into the yakuza? 

you were both fucking insane. 

[kissbentennyson]

I have no idea if you'd do this but I need a nega ben x reader. He's my favorite out of the alternates. A softer one shot would be nice but whatever you're feeling is good too! I'll take any content I can get!

*Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica begins to play* Yeah me too.

Nega Ben x Reader | reader uses they/them pronouns, but dresses femininely.

Spill

He’d been waiting all day, and I mean, all day. Classes always seemed to drag on and on longer when he wanted something, and sure, he could have skipped. But that would have taken too much effort not to get caught. He isn’t afraid of the cops or the school administration… But dealing with his parents? Yeah, no. Not worth it. He’d b-lined it across Bellwood, all the way to the “café” he frequented. Truthfully, it wasn't much of a café seeing as how they specialize in more smoothie like drinks, but whatever. It has been rather crowded, too crowded, and everyone just wanted to get in then out.

He should have expected to bump or get bumped into someone, but it didn’t dawn on him until his espresso smoothie was all over your bright pink, fuzzy sweater. Both of you stood there with slack jaws and wide eyes as the brown liquid dripped from your chest and down onto an equally as pink lolita-esque skirt. It looked expensive, not in a daddy's money way, in a “I saved up to buy this” way. And so, he was prepared for hell.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!”

When it left you, Ben was confused. “Gosh, I should have been looking where I was going… But I was too distracted. Ugh, I-” You were flustered , more than actually, embarrassed is the correct word. “Um… Give me a second and I'll buy you a new one…”

“What?”

Watching as you tried to pat away the coffee with one of the recycled paper napkins the café gives out, a million thoughts passed through him. Of course he took the offer, he wanted that coffee. The line was a lot shorter this time around, and got by a lot quicker too. You ordered for him as he zoned out suddenly looking over your shoulder at him. “What?” He asks, watching you get even more flustered. “I just asked if you wanted anything else. Do you?” “Oh, uh, yeah.” he clears his throat, raising his voice. “The kale chips.”

You both walked out together, your head was down and you watched your shoes as you walked. “Again, I’m really sorry.” He glances at you with a slight side eye as he sips on the coffee, this was the gazillionth time you’ve apologized in just the last few minutes. “It’s… whatever.” He lets out a quick and breathy chuckle. “You apologize to me, but I ruined your sweater.” All of the sudden, your embarrassment seemed non-existent. A light and bubbly laugh leaving you. “Ruined? Oh, trust me, I’ll be just fine. I've dealt with worse.”

“Anyways! I have to get home and change, It was nice meeting you!”

-

The lunch room was beyond packed, packed like the reunion tour of a popular punk band from the 2000's. The doors and tables overflow with hungry and impatient mouths. You had managed to get in before the rush and snag a serving of less than okay school food, but by the time you got out of line, they had all flooded in. People had no concern for others around them, pushing and shoving like toddlers over toys, and you were getting the brunt of it. Not actually, but it sure felt like it.

You were halfway across the room and were looking around the tables for a free space- but it was too late for that already. A body slams into yours hard, you hit the ground as your food falls and splatters all of the chest of the sweater you had just gotten the coffee stain out of. Feet come down around you as you struggle to get up, the other person now looming over you. “Could you have watched where you were going!?” This whole situation was not intentional, but they had no right to get angry at you for that.

You felt the tips of your ears heat, unable to answer. Her eyes bore down on you as she sways with every passing body bumping into her. Suddenly, you feel a hand grab the back of your sweater and pull you from the ground, as if they were scruffing a cat. “Or, maybe you could stop play fighting with your friends in the cafeteria, like a bitch.” Her jaw drops and her freckled face goes red with embarrassment, obviously on the fact that she can't pawn her mistake off on someone else this time. The voice was rather monotone- in a way- compared to the words spoken. And rather familiar.

When you look up it’s the guy from the café, his neutral expression was a thin vale to hide his irritation- at least to you. His hand still had a grip on the back of your shirt, it was a firm hold, and it made you just a tad bit nervous. You swallow as the person swallows her embarrassment, rolling her eyes desperately to try and hide. “Whatever freak, sorry…” she turns and disappears into the crowd. You watch her do so, completely shocked at the situation at hand. Your lips part to say something, but his grip on your sweater releases, being replaced by an arm around your shoulder. Suddenly, you’re being dragged through the crowd and towards the cafeteria door.

He walks you out into the hallway, which is mostly empty at this point. “Thank you.” you choke out through the lump in your throat. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps walking with you- and you aren’t in any position to object.

Eventually you reach the stairs. Under it is a mostly empty black backpack, and there’s a light reflection of gold from inside. The weight of his arm leaves your shoulders and he walks ahead, sliding under the stairs and sitting with his back to an old AC unit. You hesitate for a moment, you’ve only met this guy one other time… maybe you should just wait…… nah.

Sliding under the stairs right after him, you sit straight across from the guy. He’s already looked away. “I think we have third period together. Your name is Ben, right?” His phone is already out, and he’s scrolling through it. “Well I'm…” you give him your name, and all he does is look up at you with a nod before going back to his phone. The volume is low, but there are noises coming from it, ones you recognize. “Is that the Sumo Slammers mobile game?” There was no judgement in your voice at all, and suddenly the losing end sound plays.

The corners of his mouth twitch. “Yeah?” “My little brother is obsessed with that series. He says that the mobile game isn’t that good, but he still played it to the end.” He let out a little huff like laugh through his nose, pressing the power button and finally giving you his full attention. “Yeah, maybe the old one wasn't that good, but this one is a new release- Doesn’t even have dubbed lines yet.” He clears his throat, slouching a bit as his hands slide into his pockets. “Actually, it’s not fully released in the states yet. I got pre access to the game.” He watches you smile, and suddenly there's a slight tense feeling in his chest.

“That’s really cool, are you a beta tester or something?” He shrugs. “No, and it’s whatever.” He glances away, gaze holding on the wall. “Well I think it’s really cool, especially since it's a series you like.” “How do you know that?” His gaze snaps back to you, suddenly defensive. “Your backpack is open and the sun is reflecting off of the cold backing of the trading cards.” You lazily point to the stairs above you, and there is the reflected image of the symbol on the cards. “Those are the collectors additions, from japan. I know because I’ve been looking for that exact deck for my brother.”

You watch as his cheeks dust a light pink color, lightly nudging his bag so it falls over. He starts avoiding eye contact, leaning back fully against the old AC unit. “Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be cleaning up your sweater?” You lean back against the stairs. “Yeah, maybe. But I think you’re kinda cool, and I’d like to stay.”

It was rather silent the rest of lunch, when you tried to hold a conversation- he would end it with short answers that gave you nothing to build off of. The bell rings above you like the screech of an angered bird. You both get up, him raising from the floor before you. You brush the dirt off of the back of your thighs, the light sound of unzipping catching your attention. You watch as the zipper of his hoodie comes down as he pulls it. Yanking it off of his shoulders, revealing the greenish-grey long sleeve he had under it.

“Here. Even if you get the food off, it’ll still stain.” He hands you the coat, slinging his backpack over one shoulder, the already open flap lolling open even more. “Oh, thank you, I don’t know what to sa-” “Don’t. Don’t say anything. This never happened.” He walks past you and into the crowd of students, with his head down.

You watch as he does so, eventually looking back down at the hoodie in hand. You feel your face just slightly twinge with heat. “Yeah… Alright.” You say under your breath as you rush off to the nearest bathroom to scrub the food scum from your sweater.

-

It was a game day.

Not that he kept track of that, he had never been into football. Once upon a time he played soccer, but after he got the Negatrix any hopes of that former love returning was gone. Ben knew it was game day because his cousin was in her cheerleading outfit- and it was no were near time for cheer competitions. Her makeup was done and her strawberry blonde hair was pulled up, and she sat in the front seat of her boyfriend's car chatting to said boyfriend about the routines she had to do.

Ben sat in the back, as he always did, waiting for the drive to be over. It came soon enough as the car pulled into the drop off area in front of the school, slowing to a stop. Neither Tennyson waited for it to fully stop before opening their doors. He got out, closing it with a slam and without a thank you. Gwen still leaning in and talking. The chatter of the hoard of tired teenagers flocking into the building almost drowned out the shouting of his name.

Almost.

He groans, looking over his shoulder, spotting the mass of pastels jogging towards him with something in their arms. “I’m so glad I got here on time! They were packed this morning- and I thought I'd be late- but I made it.” In your arms is his hoodie and an espresso smoothie. You hand him your gifts with a large smile. “I um, washed the jacket for you. Thanks again.” The bell rings and you give a quick wave before pushing into the school building yourself.

His jaw hangs slack, looking down at his freshly cleaned jacket- lint free, folded, and still warm- and the smoothie. When he moves there's a light cracking from inside the jacket, like the sound of a chip bag. He pulls back one of the folds and there is a bag of kale chips, stuck to it is a yellow sticky note written on with a pink gel pen. A phone number with “See you at lunch.”

“Who was that?” Ben looks over at his cousin, an impressed smirk on her lips.

“You’re getting mileage out of this, huh?” “Soooo much.”

[thatnonbinarydemon2021]

She knows who she belongs to

PUNK/KINKY! Nightcrawler X OC Smut

Katzchen – Kitten Prinzessin – Princess Meine – Mine Liebien/Liebe – Love Vati – Daddy Kleine Maus – Little mouse Beauty - schonheit Beautiful - Schon Slut - Badhur Good Little Slut - gute kleine Schlamp

Selara’s POV

Tonight me, Kurt and few others were hitting a local club near the mansion that became a mutant hangout. I was getting ready with some of the other girls that were going such Rogue, Jean, and Storm. As I was doing my makeup, I looked over at Jean who was in a knee length high neckline sequin dress. “Whoa, you look great but why so conservative Grey?” I questioned. “Yeah, where’s the dress you got at the mall the other day?” Storm chimed in. “Scott threw it out, said it was too much skin and he didn’t want other men looking at what’s his or whatever.” Jean answered. “So, dig it out of the trash, tell him to shove it or you’ll leave.” I told her. “Plus, it’s your money sugar, he shouldn’t just throw shit out like that.” Rogue chimed in. “Yeah, I know, but in his defense, he was having one of his episodes.” She told us. “Always the excuses for him, girl even when Kurt was a devoted catholic, he couldn’t care less on what I wore as long as I was happy and confident, he loved it therefore there is no excuse for Scott’s actions.” I told her. “Yeah, Jean you deserve so much better than that asshole, I say you should dump him and give Logan a chance.” Storm said. “But I really love Scott.” She explained. “We know that sugar but he’s no good for you but it’s your choice we’re just giving out our opinions on the situation.” Rogue told her rubbing her back. “Yeah, I know but he’s not that bad.” Jean spoke.  “If you say so babes, anyway enough about him lets get me in my dress.” I spoke. Rogue then grabbed the red latex dress with a deep V as I lubed up my thighs and Storm lubed up my back.  After a couple minutes of struggling the dress was finally on and zipped, with that we left the room and met with boys in the living room. Once the boys heard our heel clicks come to a halt their heads snapped up from talking to each other. “Well, it’s about time what took so long?” Scott spoke out. “Oh, shut up Summers, you’re usually last to come out before we go anywhere, I just wanted to put in the effort to look good at the club.” I told him. “Babe, you don’t need to put in effort, you’re already perfection but I’m really enjoying the outfit.” Kurt responded pulling me down into his lap kissing my shoulder. “I can say the same to you liebien.” I told him tugging onto his fishnet shirt. “Well, are we going to sit around or are we going to go party?” Gambit spoke out holding onto Rogue. “Let’s go fucking party.” I laughed as I stood up and took Kurt’s hand. “We’ll see you guys there.” Kurt told them before pulling me in and teleporting us to the club. We stood in line, showed the security guard our I.D.s and then headed in straight to the bar while we waited for the others. Kurt ordered our drinks, and we began to chat. “How were your students today?” I asked him. “They did really great, Sierra is getting really good at controlling her mutation I’m proud of how far she’s come.” He answered. “Awe that’s amazing, I’ll have to congratulate her when I see her around the mansion.” I told him. “Yeah, but enough about work, it’s the weekend.” Kurt started off. “So, did you talk to Jean about Logan?” He asked. “Yeah, we did but Scott has her so deeply manipulated, and he is literally the worst I mean why would you throw out a beautiful dress just because it showed a little skin.” I told him. “Yeah, I get it he’s so fucking insecure, I mean you could kiss some random guy tonight and I might get jealous but I’m not going to get mad at you, especially if you asked first, one because we’re open and communicate, two because you know exactly who you belong to at the end of the night.” Kurt explained. I looked over and saw the others coming our way. “Hey beauties, gentlemen, Scott.” I greeted them all. “What have you guys been doing in the last five minutes?” Storm asked. “Just drinking and talking.” I told her. “Well, that’s boring, come on let’s go to the dance floor.” She demanded as she took my hand started leading me to the dance floor. “Wait a minute before you go, make all the guys want you and make me proud to have you.” Kurt spoke out before kissing my lips and sending me off with a smack on my ass. “Yes sir!” I giggled as I walked off with storm.

Kurt’s POV I watched as my wife was dragged onto the dance floor by Storm, I chuckled and took another sip of my whiskey. “You’re a lucky one elf, she’s got beauty and loyalty not a lot of people like her in this world.” Logan spoke as he eyed Selera as she danced with Storm. “Yeah, she’s certainly one of a kind, no one can fuck like she can either, she drives me absolutely insane. I mean I’ve been with a good handful of other women, and no one can match her energy. She made me who I am, she taught me new things, helped me explore a whole other side of religion and society and she definitely broke my innocence.” I explained. “Yeah, I’m honestly surprised with the road you went down.” Logan spoke. “Yeah, it’s definitely a big change from who I was.” I told him. We shared a chuckle and took another sip of our drinks while continuing to watch Selera from a far. She was getting down and dirty with beat, her hips swaying perfectly to the rhythm and she definitely completed the task of making me proud. Her perfect purple skin almost looked like it was glowing under the lights. I raised my glass to her, she smirked and blew me a kiss. “I don’t understand how you can let her dress and dance like that especially if you’re not out there with her.” Scott questioned. I scoffed and smirked. “That’s because unlike you, I’m secure in my relationship in knowing that she knows exactly who she belongs to.” I explained. “I am secure in my relationship I just don’t want Jean to dress like a complete slut.” He told me. I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “First of all, don’t disrespect my wife ever again or I will personally slice your head off and not the one connected to your neck either that’s too easy, Second of all watch closely.” I told him. I whistled over in Selera’s direction. “Katzchen, come here!” I yelled. With that she immediately ran over. “Yes vati?” she asked as I pulled her in close and made her look up at me. “Who do you belong to meine kleine maus?” I  asked her. “You sir, I’m all yours, I can fuck anyone, but I only truly belong to you.” She answered with a smile on her face. “Good girl” I said as I kissed her forehead. “Now you see Scott, this is what a healthy relationship looks like, never did I ever think I’d say this to your face but, you should let Jean go so that she can be happy she deserves better than you and you can wholeheartedly go fuck yourself.” I explained before I left the amount for my tab and teleported myself and Selera out of the club and into our room. Selera’s POV

As soon as we teleported back home, I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh my god baby you really gave him a taste of his own medicine!” I exclaimed. “It felt really good, if only I could have stayed to see his whole reaction, but I decided since you made me so proud to call you mine, I would give you a treat.” Kurt explained as he took off his shirt. “hmm~ is that so?” I hummed. He nodded before kissing my neck and unzipping my dress. “You get to choose everything tonight, from the rope color to your favorite toys, tonight is going to be all about pleasuring you.” He spoke softly as he gently began removing the latex dress from my body. Once he finally got the dress off, he walked over to our playtime closet and removed the cover of our St. Andrew’s cross. I knelt down and got into waiting position, on my knees, hands behind my head, head looking up to reveal myself to him thus giving myself to him. He grabbed my collar from its hanger and began to put it on my neck. “What’s the safe word for tonight princess?” He asked while fitting the collar to my neck. “Hmm…black for full stop, red for I need a break or I’m close to my limit.” I told him. “That works babygirl.” He responded as he left a soft kiss on my shoulder. “Alright stand up meine kleine maus.” He spoke in a soft voice while rubbing my arms gently. I stood up and my back fell against him, his touch never leaving my arms, his breath tickling my neck. It’s always the little things that turn me on with him. He could make me wet with a simple glance or the way he motioned his hands, it all made me weak to my knees and not a single man could ever make me feel the way he does. His dominance made me feel loved and wanted and he knows he has the power to make do anything and never does he take advantage of it. “Babygirl?” He questioned snapping me out of my thoughts. “Yes sir?” I asked looking up at him. “Are you going to pick out your restraints and toys?” He chuckled. “Oh yeah, I just got lost in my thoughts.” I told him with a smile. “You’ll have to tell me what you were thinking about later.” He chuckled as he kissed my lips softly. “Alright, I’m going to sit on the bed, you go in our fun little closet and pick out whatever you want.” He told as he let me go and pointed to closet. “Yes sir.” I responded and began walking over to the closet. Touching the toys and observing all the ones we had. I picked two black floggers with a rose gold handle, hot pink soft silk rope, rose gold nipple clamps, a black vibrating wand, the vibrating cock ring, the royal blue feather wand with a crop on the other end, and the hot pink blindfold. I brought them over to the bed and laid them out neatly and put my arms behind my back then looking over at him. “That is quite a beautiful selection you have there mein liebe.” He told me looking at the range of toys. He then got up and stood directly behind me, his hand wrapped around pushing head up to look at him before kissing me deeply. His other hand began messaging my left breast, gently pinching my nipple causing me to moan into the kiss. The hand that was pushing my chin up then slid down to my neck and held a tight squeeze earning another moan from me. His tongue forced its way into my mouth, his tail began traveling up my leg just barely gliding against my black laced underwear causing me to whimper into the kiss. Kurt pulled way letting go of his grip on my neck and all that was left was the trail saliva connecting our lips. I breathed heavily as I was already hot and heavy. Kurt then bent over to grab the rope and unraveled it and began started making a pentacle harness. Making sure it was tight enough around my chest. As he finished up, he began biting and sucking on my neck leaving a deep mark, just to mark what he knew was his. “Now, what does my pretty doll want me to do to her?” He asked seductively in my ear before kissing and biting on my neck once again. “I want you to restrain me on the bed and tease with the feather and crop while I’m blind folded and then once you’ve teased me to your desire, I want you to tie me up against the cross both facing my front and back and whip me as you please, then I want you to use me and tease me to all of your desires or until I’ve had enough.” I told him as he continued to mark up neck on both sides. “As you wish meine schonheit” He responded then taking my hand and kissing from the top of my hand to the base of neck which made me giggle. He then walked over and pulled the bed restraints from their hiding spot, I gratefully got on to the bed, he then put the blindfold on me and then restrained my arms and legs to bed as I laid down. He then went to grab the feather-crop and grazed is hand over my entire leg this then followed with the tickle of the feather going up my leg. Once he reached my thigh, he slapped the crop against it earning a moan from me. I heard him chuckle and felt him rub my thigh softy. He then dragged the feather up the rest of my body before taking the crop and smacking my right breast with it earning a small yelp from me. I then heard his footsteps head to the end of the bed and heard a chain being rattled. Kurt then walked back up and put the nipple clamps on me. The pinching sensation making gasp and moan out. Kurt chuckled once more and then began dragging the feather down my body once again, over my nipple causing me to moan and down my leg, dragging the feather over my feet and up the other side of my body, swatting my thigh again making me moan at the sting, dragging the feather up a little more before swatting my stomach making me yelp and then moan, then dragging the feather up further to my breast before once again swatting my left breast making me yelp once more. I breathed heavily as Kurt rubbed the areas soothingly. I heard his footstep lighten as he traveled to another part of the room. Then I heard our mini fridge open and close which made me raise an eyebrow. “Vati what are you doing?” I asked as I heard him walking closer. I then felt the end of the bed shift. “You’ll find out in just a second prinzessin.” Kurt answered. Before I felt the weight on the bed shift once more and then felt the sensation of an ice cube on my chest and dragging down my body. I gasped at the cold and wet feeling, I gripped onto the restraints. The feeling continuing up my body to neck and going back down this time circling over both of my nipples. I gripped the restraints tighter letting out a soft moan. The sensation dragged down the rest of my body. Then I felt Kurt pause at my lower abdomen, the wet sensation let my body. Then his cold tongue and piercing hit my clit with a long lick causing me to let out a breathy moan. “Ahhh~ fuck~” I moaned as he took long and deep licks up my folds and circling my clit. I was in absolute bliss; I felt his hands go down my legs and felt the restraints release my ankles. I knew what he wanted immediately and wrapped my legs around his head. Kurt continued to eat me out as if I was his last meal, entering his long tongue inside of me. This caused me to throw my head back in complete bliss. “Ahhh~ Vati I’m gonna cum~” I moaned. He separated my legs from his head and stopped which made me whine. “But I’ve been a good girl, why did you stop?” I whined. “I know prinzessin, but I’m not ready for you to cum, not so quickly at least.” He responded. I whimpered and tilted my head back. I felt the bed shift in weight, then heard his footsteps walk to my upper half. I heard the handcuffs being unlatched and then heard him walk over and unlatch the other handcuffs. I then felt Kurt sit on the bed and take my hand as he guided me to a sitting up position and then removing the blindfold. I fluttered my eyes for a few second adjusting to the low-lit room. “Now, how about we add a little bit of pain to all this pleasure, hm?” Kurt questioned in a soft tone, looking directly into my eyes. This made a million butterflies in my stomach and my breath hitch in my throat. “Yes sir.” I managed to get out. He then took my hands and led me over to the St. Andrew’s cross. “Now just so that we have them stuck in our heads, repeat what your safe words are.” Kurt told me. “Red for I’m close to my limit or I need a break, Black if its too much and I want to stop.” I responded looking directly at him. “Good girl.” He told me before pulling me into a deep kiss. As he pulled away, he pulled the nipple clamps off causing me to yelp from the hard pinch as they pulled off. He then used his thumbs rub my nipples soothingly. “Front or back first meine kleine maus?” He asked. “Back first please sir.” I responded. “As you wish katzchen.” He whispered in response. He then gently turned me around and grabbed the loose restraints. I slipped my hand through the restraints and grabbed the chain.  Kurt then grabbed one of the whips and gently rubbed my back gently using his open hand, then dragged the flogger up my body starting at my thighs and ending at my shoulders. “Are you ready meine liebe?” Kurt asked still rubbing my back gently. “Yes sir, you can begin.” I responded. I heard him begin to take a few steps back. I took a deep breath and held onto the chains and that’s when Kurt began to flog my shoulder blades just once as a test. “Is it good or do you want it harder or lighter?” he asked. “Maybe a little harder.” I told him. “Alright just let me know if I need to lighten it up a bit.” He responded. I nodded in response, he then whipped it a little harder. This time I felt the sting travel through my shoulders. “Perfect~” I moaned in response into the lash I was just given. “Alright kleine maus.” He responded I could hear in his voice that he was pleased with my reaction. With every hit in all the different directions all I could let out were moans of pain and pleasure. The way he flogged my back and ass put me in complete bliss. I heard as he began to walk back up to me, Kurt then began to rub and kiss my shoulders. He then moved one of his hands down to my ass rubbing it gently. “You’re doing so good for me tonight Katzchen, I’m very proud of you and proud to have you as mine.” He spoke softly in my ear, giving me goosebumps all through out my body. “Thank you, sir.” I told him breathlessly. “Such a good girl.” He told me rubbing my ass and kissing shoulders. “Ready for level two?” He asked resting his head on my shoulder before kissing my neck gently. “Yes, sir.” I responded. “Okay, good.” He responded and left to grab the other flogger. He then took both floggers and whipped them against my back. “Same roughness or softer?” Kurt asked. “Same roughness please, sir.” I answered. “Alright prinzessin.” He responded and began dual flogging. Every strike felt better than the next. Every strike made me moan and lean into it. The best part about it is that before, he makes sure that it feels good with a test whip and then after he rubs all the parts that have been hit with the flogger and helps soothe them. Even though that I’m the submissive I’m still in control of everything and he makes sure I’m treated as if I’m a queen and of course I do the same for him. We worship each other. After a few more strikes he stopped and walked over to me once more. He then began rubbing my back and ass once again. “You always take flogging so well; it makes me happy knowing you enjoy it so much prinzessin.” Kurt spoke softly in between the kisses on my back and shoulders. “I’m glad my enjoyment makes you happy sir.” I told him. He then began to kiss my neck and rubbing my sides. “Do you still want your front flogged or do you want your treat now?” he asked as he took my arm and placed my hand against bulge in his jeans. “I think I would rather have my treat.” I responded. “That’s what I figured.” He told me moaning lightly as I rubbed his bulge. I then slipped my other hand out of the loose restraints and turned around. “My goddess, you always look so beautiful, fully exposed, sweaty from being flogged and covered in all of my markings.” Kurt told me looking into my eyes, holding me closely and softly. With that he kissed me turning into a hot and steamy make out session. He then picked me up by my thighs. I held the back of his neck for support. He pinned my body against the cross. We both moaned in the kiss. Enjoying the taste of each other’s lips. He then pulled my body away from the cross and walked over to the bed and laid me onto the bed getting on top of me, the cool sheets soothing the left over stinging sensation from the flogging never breaking the kiss. He then began undoing his belt and then unbuttoned his pants. Finally, he pulled away so we could both breathe. We were both hot and heavy, craving each other, craving the touch of each other, the taste of each other. He then took out his erect cock, then went over and grabbed the vibrating cock ring. “Beg for it, let me hear how bad you want it, how much you need it.” Kurt demanded. “Please Vati, please give me your cock, please put it inside of me, I need it so bad, please, please, please.” I begged bringing my hands to his cheek looking into his eyes. I needed him so bad, I craved for his cock to be inside of my wet, tight cunt. He then slid the cock ring onto his big cock and turned it on earning a light moan from him. He then slid his cock up and down my pink folds and then pushed his cock into my tight cunt. I clawed down his sides and let out a loud moan. Kurt then bent down and kissed me, doing slow, soft thrust. Swallowing each other’s soft moans in between kisses. “Vait.” I spoke stopping the kisses. “Yes katzchen?” He moaned. “Fuck me. Please.” I moaned out as he continued his soft and slow thrust. “As you wish meine prinzessin.” He responded moaning as he did so. Kurt then began to pick up the pace and go harder with this thrust. I began to moan louder and crawling his back and sides hard, causing him to moan and growl. “Fuck!” I moaned out loud, throwing my head back. Which gave Kurt the opportunity to bite down on my neck as he thrusted hard and fast. Which caused scream out. “Oh~ Vati!” I screamed out in complete bliss. “I know kleine maus, I know~” He moaned out. Little blood droplets ran down his sides, which didn’t bother either of us, in fact he enjoyed it, he enjoyed being marked, as much as he enjoyed marking me. He stopped for a moment, grabbed the black vibrating wand and slid it in between us putting it directly on my clit before turning it on. I moaned loudly as he began picking up his thrust again. I was so happy that our room was soundproof. “Ahhh! Vati!” I moaned out as I began to feel the knot in my stomach. “Yes, kleine maus?” Kurt breathed out as he breathed heavily, moaning and growling along with his response. “Can I please cum?” I whimpered as the knot tightened more, I was right on the edge. Then he stopped, I guess that was my answer. “Not yet, turn over.” He demanded, breathing heavily along with moans from the vibrations as he pulled out. He turned off the wand and tossed it to the side. I did as told, he then smacked my already bruised and sore ass and thrusted in roughly causing me to yelp and moan loudly. He grabbed my wrist put them behind my back and held them with one hand as the other hand left another smack on my ass before picking up his thrust again and fucking me as fast and as hard as he could. I bit down on the sheets moaning out loudly. He then picked grabbed hair and held it in his other than was free as held my wrist. “Don’t try to muffle your moans badhur let me hear them!” Kurt growled. I screamed as he fucked me. “Fuck you feel so good Meine gute kleine Schlamp.” He growled. “If you want to cum katzchen, now is your time!” he growled harshly. With that my body released a giant orgasm. I screamed as it released and my whole body began to shake. “Do you want me to breed you Katzchen?” He moaned shakily. I could tell he was getting close. “Yes, please vati, please breed me!” I moaned as he continued to thrust deep inside of me. Then after few more thrust, he hit deep inside me letting out a low groan as he finally came to release. He then turned off the vibrating cock ring and rode out both of our high with slow and soft thrust again. Before pulling out and his seed spilling out of whole. We were both sweaty and hot from the session. Kurt then turned me over, picked me up bridal style and headed to the bathroom, he sat me on the toilet and turned on the water in the bathtub. “Baby…you’re still…bleeding…” I told him in between my heavy and shaky breaths. “Don’t worry about it, it’s just scratches from your pleasure, I’ll take care of them in the shower and then I’ll join you in the bathtub, just me take care of you first.” He told me. I nodded in response as I caught my breath. He was still breathing pretty heavy, but he had the stamina of a demon after all. Once the tub was filled, he picked me up again and put me in the tub gently. “You sit here and relax; I’m going to rinse of really quick.” He told me and then kissed my forehead then lips. I watched him get into the shower and rinse off his back with warm water. He hissed slightly at the burning pain the scratches caused but he enjoyed being marked. Kurt then came out of the shower, and I leaned forward allowing him to sit behind me in the tub. We both then washed each other and took care of each other. Once we were done, we dried off, he picked me up once again and laid down on the bed with me in his arms. We snuggled close together, gave each other a light kiss and fell asleep.

Kurt’s POV

I woke up the next morning and looked down to my side to see my beautiful wife Selera asleep, on her stomach, she looked so peaceful. I kissed her forehead, got up and dressed in tank top and sweatpants. Walked out of the room and began to head to the kitchen to make her and myself breakfast. I walked in to see Scott sitting at the table with a cup of coffee. “Morning loser eyes.” I told him as I walked over to the fridge. “Somebody must be tired if that’s the best you got this morning.” Scott spoke. “Well remember how I said I was super proud to have Selera as my partner last night?” I asked him. “Last night is a little fuzzy but yeah I remember something like that.” He answered. “Well…” I started off and then faced my back to him and lifted the back my tank. “This is how proud she makes me and I’m very proud to wear the marks of her pleasure that I gave her.” I continued to say as I then dropped the back of my tank and let it cover most of my back again. “It’s a damn trophy however I don’t think I’ve ever seen any scratches on any marks from Jean on you. I guess you’re not doing as good of job as you think you do.” I told him as I smirked and shrugged than grabbed the things I need to make my wife breakfast, finished cooking everything brought her breakfast in bed. I woke her up with a couple of kisses. “Hey schon, I’ve got breakfast for you.” I spoke to her softly. She opened her eyes and sat up, I sat back down on the bed and snuggled and ate breakfast together.

THE END

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My problem with Bloodline's ending:

(And the conclusion on the Wrench-Rempart conflict in general)

WARNING: Its just my stupid ass rambling about Bloodline so pls if you not interested in it rn skip it. Also my english is still kinda shit. :'(

I would use that read more thing but idk how to do it on the Mobile App so Iam sorry.

When i first played Bloodline i really liked it and i still do but i think there is a pattern when it comes to Ubisoft game writing.

I watched a review by a youtuber. I dont agree with him about a lot of things. He dislikes the whole Wd series and for me Watch Dogs 2 is still my favorite game and i also like Legion to a lesser extent.

BUT, he made an interesting point about how companies selling rebellion back to us. They use punk imaginery then they chicken out at the ending of the game. And this also true about the ending of Bloodline.( also for Far Cry 6 but lets focus on wd now)

I want to focus on Wrench's story now because i think thats the "political" part. Aiden's story is more a personal journey about making connection with others and thats fine with me.

Now Bloodline has two Act. One thats setts up the story, and the Act 2 resolves it.

The first one is very good in my opinion. The setting is that Reggie left Dedsec to case his dream to engineer things. Rempart found him and with his "help" he kinda hit it big but then he fell from grace when Rempart took advantage of him, stole his work, used him to gain even more money and now Reggie lost everything and cant look in his friends eyes because his guilt and shame.

Now i understand that some people didnt like it but i think you can do great things with a story like this.

Wrench experienced the effect of capitalism and the way the rich handles the people working under them on his own skin.

I have two favorie moments from him:

1. When he brings up that you cant just send the rich to prison. Like they are in a position where the police cant really touch them even if they want to. There are so many CEOs that known to harrass workers and nobody really does anything about them.

2. The "im tired of crimnals conmen runing the world" line, because it implies that its not just a personal thing to him. If you read the text files it is clear that Reg isnt the only person Tommy stole from. So its pretty "Dedsec bussiness" so all good. Wrench is back on track i was very interested how will he resolve it.

Act 2 comes and the answer is he...doesnt.

Like things kinda resolve themselfes. Turns out Thomas was just a rogue element of the Rempart corporation and it wasnt really a systemic problem and Daddy CEO is out for him now. All Wrench have to do to smash his equipment and all is fine, Rempart is done even tho he is the son of the one of the richest asshole around.

And it brings us to the last scene. The scene is okay on a surface level. Which means the actors are good. But the conclusion is that...

...killing is bad?? Or something? Idk!

Like the whole thing was weird and i didnt know why the first time i played it.

I noticed its because they chickened out(like Ubi always do when it comes to political stories) somewhere near when we switch to Wrench. Daddy ceo stepped in, Albion took away Rempart at the end which leaves the player with the feeling the conclusion is that the system...kinda...works??

Wrench and Aiden speak about the conflict between Reginald and Tommy like its only just a personal thing between two expartners and not a Wrench vs Rempart as the system thing if you know what i mean.

And it brings us to the problem. Corporate writing. They make good points but if you noticed they never offer a solution, an alternative because that would be counter productive to them. Like im not saying that the writing is horrible but its kinda half assed.

One could argue that its also probably because Aiden is the main character and the main story is about his character and Wrench is more like a supportive character so his story stayed in the background.

I really hope Wrench will get a novel like Aiden where he really reconcile with Marcus and the others bc i feel like his story stayed incomplete unlike Aiden. (Maybe Rempart could come after them like he promised. Its Ubisoft so its unlikely but one can hope.)

[sunset-curve-fantom]

Could I request one where the reader comes from a rich family and her parents disapprove of Luke, since they see him as a punk. They don’t think he fits into their social class status, so the reader breaks the rules with Luke and even ditches with him to like make out or something? 😂👀👉👈

                                    Status- Alive!Luke x Reader

A/N: IT DOES HAVE A LITTLE MOMENT AT THE END SO HEADS UP!! I REALLY HOPE YOU ENJOY.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

Your parents never approved of any of your boyfriends in the past, and Luke was just another one. They felt he was a bad influence and that he was going to lead you down a path their 17-year-old daughter shouldn’t be on. But no matter what was said, you stood your ground. Luke was the love of your life, and you knew that deep inside of you. No measure of money was going to change your feelings. He was everything to you.

But no matter how many compelling conversations you had with your parents; they still saw him as punk. A boy who was unable to care for the daughter with the level of care they expected. They were so prejudice because of their social status; they didn’t want him to be involved with you.

You had gotten into more trouble recently, grades slipping and even egging someone’s house. You were a teen and for once, you wanted to act like one. Without your parents trying to reprimand you for every tiny thing. You knew where the balance was in your family, and it was clear Luke would never fit into the fold, which is why you were fighting with your dad again.

“Dad you are being ridiculous, Luke is a great guy. All you see is the fact he’s in a band and trying to make his dream come true. His decisions in life don’t change my life choices. For once, I just want to act like a teenager without you picking me apart.” You fought back, trying to prove a point to your father, he was so caught up in Luke’s choice of career and lack of money he didn’t see how happy his daughter was.

“Y/n, you are acting like a child. My opinion has nothing to do with you, but Luke is a punk. You are my daughter, and you deserve more in life than a washed-up musician who is going to begging on the street corner.” Your father screamed back at you, in all the time you had been with Luke, he never once raised his voice at you until this conversation.

You knew he was going to be anger, you wanted to take a year off after high school, not only for Luke but for you. A moment in time to focus on yourself and what path you wanted to take in life. But your dad did not approve, he felt taking a year off would just lead to more excuses. Swearing up and down that it was Luke’s idea and not yours.

The tears ran down your face as you tried to find the words, “No amount of money matters to me, Luke is what matters. My life will always be intertwined in his, no matter what his status is. I love him daddy, and if you can’t see that, then god I pity you. You wouldn’t know what love is if it smacked you in the face”

With that you took off running up the stairs in your home, trying to escape the anger boiling over in your father. He was angry and it was understandable, but you were his daughter, and he should care about your feelings too.

You slammed your bedroom door behind you, locking it swiftly. You didn’t want to be here any longer, you wanted to be with Luke. He was the only one who understood you, the money never mattered to you, even as rich as your family was. You swiftly unlocked your window, sliding down the roof and onto the patio, if he wasn’t aloud to come to you. You were going to go to him in a heartbeat.

Swiftly jogging down the street, you made you way to the Molina’s. More specifically you were looking for Luke in the garage, he had been crashing there for weeks after the fight with his parents. You swung the doors open and found the band rehearsing, when Luke saw you standing there with puffy eyes. He immediately took off his guitar, taking you into his arms. He knew things were getting rough at home, but he never thought it was this bad.

“Baby, what happened? Why are you crying?” he questioned, taking your face in between his calloused hands. You were sniffling, trying to contain yourself. Being angry was always the worse shade of your personality and you didn’t want to take it out on Luke.

You looked deep into his eyes, trying to find the words, “Luke… I-I I just.” You were struggling to find the perfect words. You knew it was going to crush him when you told him your parents’ opinion of him.

Taking a deep breath, you began again, “I snuck out after we got into a huge fight and my dad, he thinks you are a punk. He thinks you are going to ruin my chances of getting into a good school and expanding my future. He is so caught up in his world, to even consider how I am feeling for once in his selfish life. God, he is so caught up with money and status, that he doesn’t care what I want in my life. Because I want you Luke, the good and the bad. No matter how far you go or how much money you make, I just want to be with you.” The words finally flying out of you. Luke was just nodding along, letting you express everything you were feeling in that moment.

Luke pulled you close to him as you finished, he just sighed. He was going to give you the world and he knew that. He knew he was going to sell out shows, but most of all he knew he was going to make you proud. Sadly, your father who couldn’t find the stick shoved so far up his ass didn’t know that reality yet. As Luke knew he was going to marry you one day and support you no matter what your dreams were. He was your equal and no amount of money was going to change that.

You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Luke, you are worth so much more than any amount of money. I love you for you, and that is what matters to me”

Swiftly you pressed your lips to his, the electricity surging through the both of you. It felt so right, it always had between you. He carefully picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He sat down on the couch, with you straddling his hips and he gripped your hips tightly. You knew he was going to leave bruises on your hips, he always did when he was passionate about something.

You continued kissing, the butterflies pooling in your stomach as you became overcome with passion. He was the one for you, he was always going to be the one you wanted in life. You pulled away, resting your hands in his hair, this was a normal position for you.

“Luke, when I say I love you. I mean that, I know in my heart that I am going to marry you one day. I don’t care what my dad has to say about it. You, Luke Patterson are the one for me” You said softly, as you watched the red blush cross his cheeks

“Well you should know that I love you too, more than the music running through me. I am going to marry you one day, I knew that the moment I met you. As for you dad, he’s going to have to get used to the idea of a punk being his son-in-law” Luke said with his signature smirk embedded on his lips.

You knew in that moment; Luke was yours no matter what any status said.