#it's straight-ass theft

[boobachu]

Shreknically this shit has been happening ever since AAVE has existed. While there's always going to be an overlap between southern/plains/western/texan talk and AAVE because history, people have explicitly introjected the dialect many times in history. Like I guarantee white people didn't invent dope or homedog or gangsta, we just went "wow that sounds cool!" and just started saying it. Like it predates tiktok by a century or five. Tho I'll always hear Buck Strictland when I read "gyatt"

“neopronouns are weird” every time i wake up there’s a 75% chance that everyone’s vocabulary has changed overnight. brother what is a gyatt

[carcharadroid]

This is the last thing I'm probably gonna say on Palworld for a while but look

listen.

I'm just begging people to give this thread a look and stop being in denial.

Drawing inspiration from the same concept is one thing, but more-or-less tracing a model and barely tweaking it is a whole other kettle. I'm not going to bat for Nintendo here, because at the end of the day no matter what happens I doubt Palworld will put a dent in Pokemon's profits.

I just want people to stop harping on the fucking sheep and sending death threats to the devs. Make your case but for fuck's sake make it well and don't threaten to kill someone over it. The fuck is wrong with y'all??

[waywardsalt]

i want to be a lil mean today

[blkkizzat]

🗂️—𝙲𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝟶𝟶𝟷........... THE STRONGEST ......filed under the that's not my jjk man series

visitor log: its midday and your clingy-ass boyfriend—gojo satoru—should be hard at work right getting rid of these doppels not knocking at your door—gotta be a fake... right?! classifications: bimbo!reader (canonverse of otaku!gojo's bunny!reader), yandere-esque Gojo, nipple play, recorded sex, lots of sex toys, dirty talk, panty theft, extreme overstim + slight omorashi. incidents: 4.4k .......shout outs to @yung-notorious for beta-ing some of this!

*knock-knock-knock-knock-knock*

Rapid, insistent knocks interrupt your laughter as you chat with friends, carefully brushing a fresh coat of polish onto your toes. You weren’t expecting anyone, but the familiar, overly enthusiastic rhythm—knocking out the tune of Rick Astley’s "Never Gonna Give You Up"—leaves no doubt who it is.

Satoru.

You sigh.

Although you haven’t seen Gojo much lately and are usually happy to see him, his timing this time irritates you for a couple reasons—first, of course he’d interrupt right in the middle of your much-needed girl time! You were desperate to hang with your friends again, especially after being stuck in lockdown for the last 2 weeks.

There was some juicy tea getting spilled on the call too! 

More importantly, you weren't in a hurry to get up from the sofa—especially with your freshly painted white toes you’d propped up on the coffee table to dry. The last thing you wanted was to ruin them by getting dust on them while answering the door when Gojo wasn’t even supposed to be here right now.

“BBL, y’all.”

Reluctantly ending the call, you switched over to your Ring camera app. 

Sure enough, the security feed loads to reveal Gojo, grinning up at the camera with his glasses perched on the brim of his nose and a large pink shopping bag in hand.

Huh? There’s no way he’s off-work already! 

Taking note of the time it reads 1:30 p.m. confirming that Jujutsu society’s strongest sorcerer is skipping out on work, again—pshh typical. 

“C’mon babe, let me in!”

Urgh, what was he even doing here?! 

Shouldn’t he be the one leading the charge to kill all the doppelgängers? The faster he exorcized them, the sooner you’d finally be able to go outside again.

This doppelgänger outbreak felt like covid quarantine all over and it sucked! 

Satoru needed to get his ass back to work so you wouldn’t waste the best years of your life cooped up inside!

“Go away, doppelgänger!”

You use the intercom feature to speak to Gojo, still not budging from the sofa.

Gojo pouts.

“But it's me, baby! Open the door Bunny bae, please I missed you princess—it’s been too long!”

Satoru’s annoyingly pretty baby blues look even bigger as he pleads into the camera, his lip quivering, making you roll your eyes.

It’s barely been 48 hrs since you’ve last seen him and he still blows up your texts all day! 

But the world’s strongest sorcerer was also the world’s clingiest—so you suppose his doppelgänger would be too. Although, you were pretty sure this was the real deal, that still didn’t mean you wouldn’t give him shit for skipping out on work.

“Huh, that’s funny because there's no way you could be my boyfriend, Gojo Satoru, the strongest—and the one who is supposed to be making sure I’m not stuck in the house for another 2 years. It’s been freaking 2 weeks already Toru, I’m going batshit in here!”

Pushing his glasses back in place Gojo hides his scoff, standing up straight. 

Shit.

He hopes you aren’t onto him. 

Sure, he could have contained this whole thing in a few days tops.

Despite the doppelgänger ability to mimic appearances and cursed energy patterns, Gojo’s Six Eyes could see right through it easily. His power allowed him to perceive the core of a soul with perfect clarity, instantly distinguishing the souls of a human and a curse.

But instead of resolving the problem quickly, Gojo made up all kinds of excuses to you (and especially to the higher-ups) about why it was taking longer than expected. 

The truth was, simple though—for once, just this once, he decided he had earned the right to be selfish.

Not having met you until after the covid quarantine, Gojo had never experienced that kind of isolation with you—and was immensely jealous that your last boyfriend had. Now that he had a taste of it, there was nothing he wanted more than to keep his lil bun-bun safely caged up, waiting for his return everyday (and he did try to make it back everyday).

Okay, so he is in fact being really selfish.

Luckily for everyone else though, most of these doppelgänger  curses are relatively harmless other than causing absolute chaos with their mere existence alone—unfortunately they could also be seen by people even lacking cursed energy.

Gojo took care of the stronger ones, the ones with more nefarious intentions, while letting the little ones continue to run loose—all so he could have you to himself. 

Unbeknownst to you, Gojo is intentionally sentencing you to what seems like a never ending cycle of boredom so that when he finally gets home you cling to him like a grain of sweet sticky rice. So eager for any external stimuli or interaction you’d be up for all manner of his perversions you’d normally shoot him down for.

That didn’t mean you weren’t still a brat though, making him work for it—something that Gojo also noted was his fault though for spoiling you rotten, not being able to deny you anything. So you pretend to be annoyed when he showed up, but Gojo knew the truth—those thick thighs of yours would soon have your slick running down. Your cute, slutty lil pussy dripping would start dripping the moment you’d hear his voice.

Yeah, yeah, he’d get rid of those things eventually—but Gojo was going to enjoy this quarantine with you for a bit longer. 

“Even the strongest need a break baby! I need my sweet lil’ energizer Bunny to recharge my batteries, eh?”

You crinkle up your nose seeing him wiggle his eyebrows on camera. 

He's such a dorky cornball.

“And this break…it’s approved by Yaga, hm?” Gojo whines at your questioning, not wanting you to deny him any longer nor throw technicalities in his face he didn’t wanna have to answer.

“Come on, Bunny! I even brought you real nice gifts to show you how much I missed you!”

The hot pink shopping bag sways in front of the camera, Gojo dangling it as if it were supposed to be a tempting treat. 

But he’d have to do better than some generic pink shopping bag to impress you!

You’ve gone back to your toenails, starting to apply the top coat while you let him squirm out there for a while longer. You knew he could break the barrier in the blink of an eye but you also knew that he was a big enough baby to want you to let him in on your own. 

Well tough luck brah.

“That sure doesn’t look like a Chanel shopping bag, Toru!”

“Um, that’s cause it’s not—Bunny you told me you don’t even like me picking you out clothes anymore!”

You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes—of course you said that as whenever Gojo picked something out for you, it ended up being the most scandalous or over-the-top piece in the store. How he would even managed that at a classy brand like Chanel, you had no idea. (Though, little do you know, in reality, he always acted they were ready-to-wear while they were custom-made—just for you.)

“I got us some toys, baby bun! Don’t you wanna play with me?”

You don’t need to ask him ‘what kind of toys’ from the goofy ass expression that is on his face. 

“That’s not making me want to let you in at all, Doru!”  

“Hah? Wha—Doru!?”

“Yeah, short for Dopple-Toru.”

You try to keep a straight face but can’t help giggling as you sneak a peek at your phone, still putting on as if you're completely ignoring him. His expression on the camera is priceless though and you wish you could snap a screenshot of his mouth wide open, glasses nearly sliding off, looking utterly incredulous.

“Hey! Come on, Bunny bae, that's not funny! I know you know it’s me—and I also know your pretty pussy misses me!” 

Oh knew, it was your perv ass boyfriend and yeah you did miss him—but you missed your freedom more! And for that reason you are gonna make him think twice before trying to skip out on work again. Not to mention, for having the nerve to show up once you finally found something interesting to stave away your boredom other than him!

“Hmm, I don’t know—prove it then, Doru…”

While Gojo loves goading you into playing games and usually lets you win them too, after nearly 48 ‘grueling hours’ away from you, all he wants now is to simply relax in your company. Ya know, nothing too crazy, just the typical cuddles with him calmly resting his face on your titties while his cock nestles deep up against your cervix—just something casual.

Gojo calling your bluff, ups the ante.

“Heh, kay…”

You’re actually not paying attention this time, admiring your work on your toes and contemplating on the color you should paint your fingernails as Gojo goes silent for a moment. 

Yet once you hear a loud zip, the rustling of fabric, and a belt clank to the ground your eyes practically bulge out of your head as you grab your phone, bringing it comically close to your face while blinking multiple times just to be sure. 

Satoru quite literally has dick and balls out, dangling in the breeze, in front of the entire goddamn neighborhood!

And despite your initial horror and best efforts to remain upset, you pause, your inner slut causing a slight brain malfunction—as even from the small ring camera you can see his deliciously thick cock bobbing fully erect while his mushroomy tip shamelessly drips viscous globs of pre onto your welcome mat.

Thankfully your short-circuiting of common sense only lasts a few seconds before it starts functioning again.

“TORU HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING SUGAR-FUELED MIND!? YOU KNOW THE HOA IS ONE MORE INCIDENT AWAY FROM KICKING ME OUT, RIGHT!?”

Sighing, you groan in dismay as you’ve been on thin ice with your HOA for a while now because of Gojo. 

Not only have you received the most noise complaints in the neighborhood by far, but he also made ‘alterations’ to your home by installing unsanctioned rows of cypress trees. Claiming it was a safety precaution to block the view inside your home from your ‘sketchy neighbors.’ He also ever so obnoxiously takes up 2 parking spots on the street so no one could even “park too close to scratch his Benz” and even sometimes double parked in front of your neighbors house when all the street parking was taken.

You would most definitely be kicked out if anyone in the neighborhood saw all of Gojo’s fairly large bits and pieces freely on display.

And yeah, Gojo did know that. 

He also knew if you got kicked out and had to move you’d have no excuse then not to move-in with him.

Where else would you be able to stay on such short notice? He soon turn that temporary situation into a more permanent one too.

Finally leaping to your feet, you practically trip over yourself—all thoughts of preserving your polish forgotten—as you sprint to the front door.

You can’t get there fast enough, yet as soon as you do, you don't hesitate to lower the barrier and fling the door open.

“Hey sweetn—”

Cutting him off, you grab Gojo by his collar and yank him inside before slamming the door shut behind you.

But you don’t get a chance to scold him. The moment you turn to face him, your lips suddenly meet his, and his large frame envelops yours into a warm embrace.

Your first instinct is to push him away, but even when meeting your furious eyes he just grins knowingly—twirling his pointer finger in the air above him. You frown, confused, until it hits you—Gojo has set up another barrier over your own.

No one could have seen him, but he’d let you believe that so you’d let him in faster.

Urgh, Toru is far too crafty for his own damned good.

It's your turn to pout now, having clearly lost this round badly. 

But Gojo doesn’t let the expression linger—his mouth is hot and hungry on yours again in an instant. Your soft lips are easily parted by his thumb as he slows to tease his way past your lips to glide his silken tongue into your mouth causing him to sigh—you taste sweeter than any candy to him.

The kiss soon turns more passionate as the strokes of his tongue flick longingly over yours, devouring you as he skillfully melts away your anger—in addition to all the bones in your legs. Reduced to a puddle of goo you completely forget you were just about to cuss him out as your legs now press together from the throbbing between your thighs. Your need becoming more agonizing as you grow dizzy from the lack of air.

When Gojo finally lets you breathe again, he chuckles at your dazed expression. Your lids are lowered and you press your body deeper into his own, clutching onto his collar as you nestle your face into his neck, savoring his scent washing over you. 

“So despite all that sass, I take it you actually missed me then?”

You nod eagerly against his skin, in spite of yourself. Even though he isn’t supposed to be here right now, you can’t hold back any longer how happy you are to see him.

“And my pretty Bunny girl is going to let me play with her now?—All of her?”

You gasp as Gojo does not wait for an answer before slipping a hand into your shorts. Hissing at your heat, Gojo swipes his thumb over the outer folds of your cunt and his fingers quickly are becoming soaked before they even got the chance to get up inside you.

Placing a chaste kiss on your temple Gojo's agile fingers had merely confirmed what he already knew: You’re utterly drenched—his needy, cute lil’ pussy was quite literally begging for him and who was he to deny her?

ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩ᡣ𐭩

“F—Fuck! P-pussy too good. Keep the phone up though, nice and straight Bunny! T-That’s it, you’re the best! SHIIIIT— n’you got the cutest sluttiest lil cunny! C-Can you get a close up of how well my cock is digging out your pretty lil’ bunny hole?”

“Mmmgh!”

Gojo’s filthy words and his even filthier fat cock are bringing you closer to your ecstasy filled ruin as they push you past your limits, engorged veins scraping your walls with every thrust. You're covered in sweat and your entire body buzzes—quite literally as there are vibrating clamps suctioned onto each of your nipples. 

Mmmm, it all was driving you wild!

Not imagining yourself in this position when you woke up this morning at all.

Especially as initially, when Gojo said he bought toys, you thought he had meant fuzzy handcuffs, silken ropes or maybe even some more of that warm edible candle wax that tastes like strawberries—but all this!? 

You could barely see out of your bleary, tear-filled eyes completely caking your cheeks in streaks of your mascara that while supposedly waterproof, definitely is not Gojo Satoru proof. 

In addition to the mind-numbing bliss radiating off your swollen perky buds, your body was covered in some sort of edible oily slick. The warmth was initially similar to that of candle wax—yet morphed into anything but. This time the heat was coming from the flames your own body generated as the effects of the candied warming oil made every part of you saturated in the fluid buzz with need. 

Of course, after soaking your body with it down the tips of your toes and paying extra attention to your nipples, Gojo had been thoughtful enough to pour the most of the remaining bottle over your throbbing lil’ clit. 

Except now there isn’t just a shallow throb between your legs as the fiery sensation of every individual nerve in your cunt was cries out for him to ruin you harder. 

Your legs are wrapped around him impossibly tight as your heels dig into the small of his back and yet somehow, he still manages to snake a hand between your slippery bodies to pet his favorite girly spot on you—your clit. Toying with the swollen nub in a painfully slow manner compared to the intensified thrashing of his hips against your own. 

The motions only serve to push the heart-shaped platinum and pink sapphire adorned butt plug deeper into your ass with every loud vulgar smack of your wet bodies joining—the strange feeling of it jostling against the very walls his cock was drilling has you drooling as Gojo further tests the limits of passion he can push over.   

“C’mon Bunny, you're going to miss the best part, ya better capture it really well how much squirt I can pump out of this cute cunny—or we’ll simply just have to do another take. Not that I’d mind spending all day in your pussy…”

You're not in your right mind to scold him for trying to skip out on more work and you certainly don't have the full capacities to hold his phone up any better—what with your hands were tied together over your head to the bed. Gojo utilizing the fuzzy cuffs afterall.

You can’t even really see if you are getting the right angle as you desperately hold onto the device, keeping it straight and upright lest it slip and drop right on your head. 

“Always such a good girl for me huh, princess?”

Tuh—like he was giving you a choice!

You're unable to clap back though as your tongue, so lax from all the pleasure, sinks back to the roof of your mouth. The slobber gathered pools past your lips, over your chin, down your neck to your tits and Gojo is eager to slurp the train up your body and back to your lips, kissing you. 

It goes without saying, but Gojo in ‘director’ mode is absolutely diabolical. 

The reason being needs the perfect footage of him playing in your guts to make sure he had good enough material to fap to if you wanted him to spend more time away from you while he hunted down the doppel-curses.

“Be good for me a bit longer, ‘kay baby?”

Yet his gentle coos don’t match his demeanor. 

Glasses long discarded, Gojo’s own blue eyes looked crazed. He’s unconcerned with the sweat matting his hair to the sides of his face or the wave of slick your pussy splashes onto his taut abs. Abs are shuddering from just how tight of a hold your pussy has on him—working him overtime as his heavy pants soon twist into deranged lil whines.

“M-Me and my lil’ buddy missed our two girls so, so, s-sooo much—AH-HAH-F-FAHHHCK! G-Gotta show ya just how much!” 

Shamelessly, Gojo had dubbed his cock—his little buddy—the joke that would have emasculated some men but Gojo made it intentionally with the irony that he was anything but little.

“T-They were made for each other baby—lil’ buddy and the wet pretty girl between these thighs, yeah?”

The ham that he is, Gojo always sounds extra insane whenever a camera is recording, howling with amusement when he watches the playbacks. Yet in this very moment, he was as serious as a heart attack—and you definitely weren't laughing as your weeping pussy gets pounded into deeper into ecstasy filled oblivion. 

“Shhh—Stawwp, S’toruuuuu!”

Tsk, you still could form a coherent thought?  

That simply wouldn’t do for Gojo who is working so hard and bought all these new toys to see you come completely undone—and he needed you too soon as he wouldn’t last much longer in your squishy gooey core himself—not how your cunt was holding him in the wettest sluttiest lil hug. 

There's still one item left that he hadn't used yet though, that in trying to keep up his sleeve he'd nearly forgotten about entirely—his own brain quickly leaving itself on simmer by your greedy lil’ pussy sucking him in so sloppy.

Slightly changing your position for more leverage, he throws one of your legs on his shoulder slotting himself between your cushy thighs while he straddles the other leg. Fucking you sideways with increasing intensity from the bruising grip on your hips pulling your pelvis towards on him as he meets your thrusts smacking directly into your cervix.

“Heh, I know what will finish you off! Ya ready to cum baby? Squirt all on this dick you love so much, eh Bunny?—Yeah ya fuckin' will.”

When you don’t answer right away Gojo delivers a harsh slap directly on your clit, the moisture causing the increased sting to intensify sending your senses into a state of floating. Yet, bringing you back to reality, another harsh smack lands on your cunt and you jerk against your restraints, nearly dropping the phone on your face for real this time.

You don’t understand what he's saying to you but you not regardless, eyes rolling back into your head—every single pore on your skin submerged in pleasure. Completely unaware, you don’t hear the additional buzz of the final toy until you feel its silicone lips latching onto your clit while the rigid faux tongue juts back and forth across your bud.

Eyes practically leaving your skull for the second time today, everything flashes white, blinding you even with your eyes wide open. A scream so guttural it comes out silent, the ball of tension in you finally bursting as releases flushes through your entire body.

Cumming harder than you ever had before, you just let go completely, gushing around Gojo’s thick cock still pistoning in your now drenched pussy. The splash zone from your cunt is quite a bit more than usual as a giant warm wet spot begins to soil and expand underneath you both.

Ears ringing, Gojo sounds a million miles away as you hear him chattering on about something—the phone?

You wiggle your fingers, realizing you must have dropped it, but you’re still clueless about what has him so excited—until Gojo’s voice finally slices through your haze, yelling out in absolute wonderment—

“HOLY SHIT BABY, DID YOU JUST PISS ON ME??? MMM FUCK ME FOR REAL!?—SHIT! YOU WETTER THAN A WATER PARK BUNNY—SO FUCKIN NASTY! PLEASEEEEEE PLEASEEEE TELL ME YOU GOT THAT ON CAMERA!”

Suddenly, it dawned on you that when you had let go, you had quite literally let it all go. 

You could die—and if you could muster the strength to move you surely would have raced out to the backyard to quickly dig yourself a whole to do just that in. Yet that clearly would not an acceptable conclusion for your degenerate perv of a boyfriend who is acting like a sinner saved—praising pussy like a newly reborn evangelist baptized in the essence of your erotic filth. 

His elation is simple as he figures how much you really had to trust him to be able to let go and lose yourself to him to that extent—now he wants to lose himself to you as well.

Easily drowning all inside your sloshing pussy like he never swam—Gojo doesn't stop, your pissing only encourages him to fuck himself further into a pussy drunk state to rival your own cock-induced stupor.

Yet, somehow he still maintains enough control to effectively lavish praises for how naughty and shameless your lil pussy is. 

The frenzy drives him directly to his nut, eyes dilate further and slobber frothes past his lips while spearing his cock into you with renewed vigor. Whimpering and stuttering his words and hips alike.  Gojo presses your leg draped across him back against you to be sandwiched between the two of you as leans forward to further ravage your swollen kiss bitten lips again. 

Twisting you up like a pretzel and near the point of passing out from overstimulation you his insane joyous laughter sounds miles away as he topples over his peak pumping ropes of his vicious cum—that he’d been saving up for all you over the last two days—into your battered creamy core. 

Gojo’s thrusts begin to slow but he’s in your guts just as far pushing cockhead right against your cervix stealing your lips into another fiery kiss.

Once Gojo finally lets you breathe air again, you’re completely out of it, the dopey blushing smile on your face. The embarrassment from pissing all over him is completely forgotten as hearts all for him linger in your eyes.

Sex with Toru was never dull to say the very least.

“There you go, there’s my good girl, huh Bunny? Not bored anymore baby?”

Gojo smirks down at you knowingly while peppering your face with sweet loving kisses as you’re steadily drifting off, allowing every exhausted nerve to claim you.

It's still a good minute before Gojo slides out of you, seeinghis discarded phone next to you—it's still recording. A mischevous smile plays on his lips.

Wanting to capture the aftermath of his handiwork, Gojo sweeps the phone across your body, thumbing off moisture from your dewy soft skin soiled with warming oil and sweat. Making sure to linger longer on your lightly heaving chest and the sporadic quiver of your thighs.

Zooming in even closer, Gojo’s two long fingers to part your swollen lips open, admiring more of his work—his masterpiece that was the copious amounts of cum and piss dribbling out of your abused lil’ hole down to the crack of your ass. 

Now Gojo really has a dilemma—he wants to keep filming you as his cum, ever so slowly, trickles out of you. He thinks this scene would make the perfect time-lapse of the creamy sap seeping from your cunt like sugar maple. But he’s also fighting the urge to also suck all the creaminess out of you himself—the cum rimming around your puckered lower hole tempting him to Gojo start there and slurp and suck his way up your clit. 

Truly, he never gets enough of how his taste mingles with yours—and he’s quite curious to know how the additional waterworks will add to your delectable flavor. 

You were so fucking filthy and so willing to try new things all thanks to this doppel quarantine causing you to make this big a mess in the first place.

God he needed this.

More. 

He had to have more from you. 

Gojo couldn’t possibly bring this all to an end anytime soon.  Cooing against your inner thigh Gojo makes a promise to your cunt.

“Heh, don't worry pretty girl, I'ma give you six more months of quarantine at least! Can't wait to—” 

“—TORU, ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW!?!?”

Whoops.

Yeah he definitely thought you were already fast asleep—teehee.

......RESULT: PASSED 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍—𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚒𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚎.

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[dadsbongos]

dirty thief gets punished

894 words / warnings - cunnilingus, panty theft

summary - you catch your roomie being a dirty perv, how will Denji possibly make it up to you? (pussy eating)

kinktober: day ten - panty ~~~

“Get out!”

“This is my room, freak!”

"Get the fuck out!"

Denji’s snarl is all pointy teeth and no strength, he’s sweating bullets and his pointed finger is shaking like he’s just now learned to use it. When you make no move to vacate, he presses his lips together and pathetically whines in the back of his throat.

His quiet submission gives you time to examine the area. He’s crouched above your laundry basket with one hand buried around your underwear. 

“Are you stealing my- ?!” 

“Shut up, no I’m not!” he shoots up, red faced and viciously dodging eye contact, “I’m leaving now.”

You pin Denji in place before he can slip past, an unimpressed brow raised, “You were stealing my underwear.”

Cheeks swelling with ever rare shame, Denji actually cobbles together the gall to look you in the eye while murmuring, “I was just looking…”

“I’ve lost three pairs since last week.”

“A devil must’ve- !”

Your glare silences the rest of his lie, “Get on the bed.”

Then his brows furrow, mouth hanging open confusedly, “Huh…? Why?”

“‘Cuz I’m mad at you, Denji, you’re a nasty perv,” you shove him by the shoulder, “And you’re making me waste money with new panties every week!”

Denji scrubs sweaty palms down his jeans, knees wiggling as you pressure him back -- legs snapping at the slightest bump against your mattress. He tumbles into your comforter and stares up at you with crimson cheeks. Eyes jumping from your hands now on your hips to your stern face. 

“I’m sor- hmph!” 

He’s swiftly silenced by your palm over his mouth. Spine snapping straight. He mumbles into your skin, and you tut while kneeling onto the bed straddling his lap. 

“I read about a guy that died like this…”

“You complaining?”

“No way!”

Just as you predicted, the uncouth dingdong is actually excited. Coaxing you over his face with a couple smacks to your thighs, then holding your hips down in an iron seal. Practically moulding his mouth against your cunt.

Eager tongue fishing up between your thighs with obscene sucking noises leaking from the corners of his pink lips. He has no rhythm or method, earnestly digging at your insides like some primal thing that may die without your cum on his face (Denji would very strongly agree to that comparison). Licking every crevice and nibbling the plumpy warmth of your labia on mere whims. Hair tickling your pelvis as he tugs you somehow closer -until your clit is being twiddled with his nose. Each frantic flick of his head makes a soft moan curl from your throat.

Denji groans into your pussy, jostling you as he maneuvers his feet flat onto your mattress. Wrapping his lips around your bud, you’re gifted with sweet vibrations racketing through your veins. It's as delicious as it is overbearing; you throw your head back with a broken gasp when he lets out a particularly thick growl.

A sideways glance confirms that he’s emphatically humping the air, careless to the fact he’s grinding his cock into jeans and zipper.

Just as you’re lulled by his suckling, you get the sick feeling he’s about to shift.

“Denji, Den- !” and you’re proven right, “don’t- ah!” your squeal fuzzes into an aggravated huff as he abruptly yanks back, “Just fucking stay put.”

Before granting him the chance to blabber and shift around, you knot fingers through his soft messy locks; anchoring Denji’s twitchy head against the bed. 

“Goddamn it, Denji, just stay still,” you roll your hips into his mouth, sighing with pleasure as he kept his tongue flattened, “Yeah, baby, like that.”

Fingers spider up your ass, nails biting the flesh and spreading you open with a sick moan. His hips jerk up into the air.

“Uh-huh, good boy!”

He whimpers into your cunt, lower half completely skipping off the bed. Useless snippets of yeah? Thank you. Love you. Thank you, thank you, thank you’s all that leave him. Muffled into your oozing slit.

“Nasty fucking perv,” you tease, yanking his hair as you fuck his pretty face, “Lucky I’m so nice!”

He nods hysterically against your grip in his hair, now hugging your pussy to his face. Lathering you up with his spit and groany curses. His ceaseless writhing now jumping your body around as he thrusts into open air.

“Say you’re sorry, Denji,” you coo, lifting off a mere centimeter from his face just to hear him sob in protest.

“No,” he downright whines, “Nononono, no, please, please?” hips jumping and arms limply trying to drag you back down to zero success, “Ugh, fuck me! I’m sorry, I’m sooo sorry, it’ll never happen again!”

“What’ll never happen again?” you tease, lowering a smidge -- still just out of reach.

“Stealing your panties, I promise, I promise,” he cries, “I’ll never steal your undies again, really!”

His manic rambling makes you giggle and nod deliriously, “If you promise, Denji…”

“I do, I do, pleeease,” he tries wringing you back against his face, to no avail, “C’mon, I swore!”

“So pathetic, Denji,” you snicker between stifled gasps, “You like being a perv, huh?”

He doesn’t respond, instead finally celebrating as he harshly tugs you back down onto his face. Eyes drilled shut and mouth viciously flaying your drooly slit. Still helplessly humping the air.

You guess he does -- he’s desperate enough for it.

[kelluinox]

Oh are people mad at JKR again and calling out her antisemitism? That's funny. No, it is! It's funny when people suddenly care about antisemitism after these 5 months we've had. It's funny when people who threw a grand ol party on October 7th suddenly care about being antisemitic. It's funny when the people who called the kidnapping and rape and largest massacre of Jewish people since the Holocaust justified resistance... suddenly care about the Holocaust. It's funny to hear their "very angry very loud very righteous outrage against antisemitism" when they have:

1) said and done nothing about the hostages being held by Hamas, among which there is a baby and a 4 yo and women being subjected to sexual torture

2) done nothing to pressure the embarrassment called the Red Cross to pass vital medicine to the hostages and actually do its job

3) have gone full Holocaust denial with their denial of the 7th... despite eagerly sharing videos of Shani Louk and Naama Levy and Noa Argamani and the Nova Festival massacre as it was happening, asking Hamas to film their slaughter horizontally and calling victims "hipsters" as the massacre was actually happening

4) called for the murder and expulsion of half the world's jews from the Levant, labeling them all colonizers despite us being indigenous... which is ironic because they certainly don't seem eager to move their own ass and go back to wherever they came from (looking at you Americans, Canadians, Australians - shut the fuck up you hypocritical bitches)

5) attacked, and harassed, and bullied, and even murdered jews all over the world since the 7th. Jewish students were told to hide in the attic from an angry mob, have been unable to walk to class without verbal or physical attacks, have been unable to mourn the biggest massacre of jews since the Holocaust, have had posters of the kidnapped jews that they put up torn down, have had all their attempts at talks about antisemitism and peace derailed and have even been unable to wear their magen david without harassment. Jewish business have been targeted and defaced. And Paul Kessler and Samantha Woll were murdered. Murdered!

6) refused to listen to jews about antisemitism and have eagerly repeated antisemitic conspiracy theories as old as the middle ages like the gullible bigoted little idiots that they are: Jews control the media by distracting Americans from Gaza by using Spotify Wrapped, the Superbowl, and making a Stop Jewish Hate ad (wow do I 'love' it when Americans make fun of their own intelligence by admitting that they're so easily distracted). Jews poison wells - they poison Palestinian land. Jews steal Christian kids and drink their blood - Jews kidnap blond Palestinian children and steal organs from Palestinian corpses. Jews love killing and are bloodthirsty monsters - Jews intentionally target civilians, have killed 0 terrorists whatsoever, and are rubbing their hands in glee watching mass starvation unfold. Oh, and they also do all this on Ramadan because they're evil like that. Beyond that we also have had: Jewish doctors are not to be trusted - straight out Stalin's doctor's plot. And Zionists are racists - straight out of Imperial Russia's Protocols of the Elders of Zion. Wow, congrats on quoting Imperial Russia and the leader of the Soviet Union, fuckers. Though frankly you don't seem embarrassed about that considering your genocidal intifada posters display the hammer and sickle, do you?

7) have ignored literally everything Hamas has done. From the rape and brutal murders and kidnapping (videos of which they published themselves!). To the tunnels. To the theft of aid. To the execution of civilians following humanitarian corridors to safe zones. To using hospitals to hide weaponry, terrorists and hostages. To forcefully keeping civilians in said hospitals even as they try to evacuate, using them as human shields. To shooting at civilians who try to get some aid before it's stolen. To sending 4 yo children to Israeli soldier camps to assess their preparedness. To keeping weapons beneath a child's bed. To enlisting child soldiers. To programming children with Mein Kampf. To launching rockets from next to kindergartens and across the street from a building belonging to the joke we call the UN. To breaking the November ceasefire 15 minutes in because even an hour without killing jews was too difficult for them to accomplish. To separating families despite the hostage deal being that families will not be separated. To branding the Jewish boys they took hostage (sound familiar to you yet?). To forcing child hostages to watch their October 7 videos and threatening to shoot them if they cry. To raping female hostages. To depriving elderly and chronically ill hostages of life saving medicine. To forcibly converting female hostages. To not releasing the Bibas family despite the deal being that all children be returned. To executing hostages and then lying they died in air strikes despite the cause of death being a bullet. To creating sick games where they publish photos of hostages and dare psychopaths on the internet to guess which are dead and which alive. The list goes on and on and on and you lot stick your fingers in your ears every single time and go "lalala not listening".

8) Have supported the Houthis who literally have "a curse upon the jews" in their slogan

9) Have supported Bin Laden

10) Have supported Iran by supporting its proxy - Hamas.

11) Have shamed Ukrainians for trying to remind them that Russia is still attacking them, and told them that they should support Palestine when... Hamas and the Houthis have literally visited Moscow and Iran are Russia's allies. Good job, guys. Good job.

12) Have done everything to exaggerate what's happening, twist the facts and demonize Israel, all the while portraying it as "criticism". A war is suddenly not bad enough on its own - it has to be a genocide to get people to care. Displacement caused by a war is not bad enough - it has to be ethnic cleansing. Israel is suddenly a fascist Nazi state... despite being democratic and Jewish (where have all the people who laughed at Putin for calling Zelensky a nazi despite Zelensky being a jew gone? I wonder). The war in Gaza has to be the worst conflict on Earth, despite there being ongoing genocides in Sudan and China and the goddamn invasion of Ukraine.

And before any of you antisemitic goyim start furiously typing that it is a genocide and I'm a genocide apologist, please do keep in mind that jews know more about genocide than you ever will. And being a Russian jew I will know more about fascism than you ever will. So do us all a favor, shut up and listen to people more educated on the matter than you.

13) Have tried to define Zionism and Judaism and Jewish history to jews. Thanks for the goysplaining, I guess

14) Have mocked released hostages and their testimonies. Falsely claimed that they were not mistreated and actually written fanfics of them falling in love with the terrorists who murdered their families and kidnapped them

15) Have defaced the statue of Amy Winehouse

16) Have made lists of jews. Oh, sorry, "zionists"

17) Have devolved into race science

And to conclude my post, here are just a few photos of the shit goyim have done since october:

[fl3shm4id3n]

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐮𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴘʀᴏᴡʟᴇʀ! ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟᴇꜱ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: you and miles are vigilantes, theft, venom symbiote, mentions of death, mentions of getting shot, Symbiote being a little shit sometimes, murder?

A/N: Since I don't really know much about earth 42 Miles, I just came up with an idea on why he is the Prowler.

Masterlist

The first person to know about your Symbiote was your boyfriend Miles, you knew that he was the one and only Prowler, sure he was a vigilante, but he did more than the police had ever done, it all started when his father died. His dad was a good cop, but sadly he was killed while on a patrol and the police station did nothing, so Miles had decided to take matters into his own hands.

You had no idea how the alien had got to you. One day you just woke up and bam, you had an Symbiote on you. Miles could not believe it, he has seen weird shit, but not this weird. Your Symbiote on the other hand, was a little shit, who was always hungry or would just flat out fuck with both you and Miles for its entertainment.

But as time passed, you and your Symbiote got along well, it would still mess with Miles, but your boyfriend was cool with the creature. Then one night that you were walking home late back to your apartment complex, you nearly got shot by a mugger. He had wanted everything that you had, but refused to give him any of the money Miles had given you, then you heard gunshots.

Except, your body had been consumed by a black liquid, almost similar to a shield, then you felt a lot of anger and all sorts of things going through your body, next thing you new, the guy was dead. Ripped apart on the ally. You went back home straight away, wondering what just happened.

You had bumped into Miles, and basically told him what happened. How you were nearly mugged and you basically killed the guy. Miles wanted to kill the guy himself, but he was already dead. Then that was when your Symbiote had told you both its abilities.

Now this caused interest, you basically had some kind of weapon on you. And that's how you began to help Miles and his Uncle, they both helped train you so that you didn't get your ass kicked, sure you had your Symbiote, but it was good that you knew how to fight. You didn't have to help, but you choose to help both Miles and Aaron. At first your Symbiote wasn't convinced, but once you told it that with the extra money you got, you can get them as much junk food as they wanted, they agreed.

Thanks to you and your Symbiote, you manage to get more money, but majority of the money would go to Miss Morales, she worked hard as a nurse, but she wasn't getting paid enough, you believed that she dissevered the money due to her hard work. Besides Bounties, you also stole from the rich and helped the people from your community. Since no one cared about your people, you and Miles made it your mission to help them as much as possible. Sure it was dirty work, but you didn't care, if this was how to help the community you grew up in, so be it.

You and Miles had been on a mission, you as Venom and him as the Prowler. You had stolen some money from this Rich's guy's home, after you got both your shares, you went to drop it off at the orphanage that was near your apartment complex, afterwards you got a call from Aaron, there was a situation and he needed both of you to see what it was. "What do you think it is? Another bounty?" you asked, your face had been uncovered to be able to speak and look at Miles. "I don't know, but it sounds important. Lets go." That was all he said, then you both hurried back to the hide out.

Once you arrived, you crawled in through the window, then you saw someone tied onto the punching bag while Aaron was messing with some stuff. You wanted to get a better look, so with your spiderlike abilities, you crawled on the celling. As soon as you saw the guy, he looked identical to you boyfriend, except he had his hair in an afro and he was wearing some kind of suit, spider suit in particular. Now you were above the person tied up on the punching bag, then your boyfriend made himself present. You also spotted someone else, tied behind him, when you set your eyes on them, you couldn't believe it, it was you! Except, the fake looked more nice and sweet, very unlike you.

He then got down, while you stayed on the ceiling. Aaron then tossed him one of his gloves in which he caught. He looked very intimidating when he got closer to the imposter. "Your dad is still alive?" he asked, making the imposter respond in confusion. "What?" he asked, making your boyfriend repeat himself. "You father, you said he is still alive." he said, this time the imposter whispered. "Yeah.." he said, making your boyfriend let out a small hum. "Who are you?" he asked, a whole minute passed, then your Miles reveal himself to the other one by removing his mask from his face. Your fake couldn't really see any of what was happening, except hear everything, she could feel how everything was happening all at once.

"I'm Miles Morales, but you.. can call me the Prowler" he said, making the other Miles have a look of shock. "If I don't get home, our dad is going to die-" he tried to reason with him but he was cut off by your Miles. "Your dad" he said coldly, making the other more scared. Then this was when you decided to make yourself present. You slid upside down using your web, now face to face to the imposter Miles. Your face had been covered, so all he could see was your sharp rows of teeth and your wide white eyes, making him even more scared.

You smirked and licked your teeth with your long tongue. "I didn't know you had a twin brother, I thought we didn't keep secret from us Babe" you teased, in your demonic voice. You then got a hold of the other Miles face, lightly pressing your sharp talons on his cheeks, causing him to be even more scared. "He isn't my brother" your boyfriend said. You continued to have a good look at the fake. Impressed on how similar he was to your boyfriend, except he looked more dorky and soft. "W-who are you?" he asked again, still frightened.

Just like your boyfriend, you showed your face to him. This caused him to let out a small gasp. "I'm Y/n L/n" You said then you turned the bag around, now face to face to your other you! Just like Miles, she was terrified, even more terrified than Miles. "But you can call me Venom" you said with a smirk, showing her the fangs that you developed over time. It made her even more scared, you saw how she was shivering by the fear.

Taglist?: @sorryi-mtrash

[deceitfuldevout]

Naughty Little Thief

Dark!Jackson Rippner x Theif!Reader

Word Count: +5,416

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Theft, Stalking, Manhandling, Forced Oral (m receiving), Forced Stripping, Forced grinding, Unwanted orgasm, Classism, Verbal abuse, Partial loss of virginity, Rimming (f receiving), Public sex, Humiliation.

Author's Note(s): I'm bored at work and wanted to kill some time before studying. Here's more Cillian content.

It's the holiday season, and you end up pickpocketing the wrong person. He makes sure you'll regret ever crossing paths with him.

You felt bad for what you were about to do. But he didn't seem like he was financially struggling. So of course, you decided to pickpocket the stranger. Deep down you hated it, but there was no other choice. It was either this or going hungry tonight. At the end of the day it didn't matter, money was money. That was the mindset that's kept you alive for so long. You spot the chosen victim, he's a businessman, seemingly in his thirties, wearing an expensive tailored suit. Jackpot.

You wind your way through the crowd of shoppers, scurrying towards the unsuspecting man. You're right beside him, giving a light pinch to his left side. As soon as he turns to find the source, you quickly reach into his right pocket and pull out his wallet, scurrying into the crowd to disappear. That was almost too easy. You could tell by the texture alone that it was expensive. You turn it around and read the embroidery on the flap, 'J. Rippner'. A man who has good taste.

But before you could open it, someone grips the back of your neck. A large leather hand digs into your skin. You cry out, dropping the wallet as both of your hands reach for the stranger's. He turns you to face him. It's Rippner, and he's pissed, "Where the hell do you think you're going? Hm?"

"I...I.." you were at a loss of words. He drags you by the arm into the nearest alleyway. You look around for someone, anyone who would see what was happening and stop him. No one, of course. Who would help a thief like you? He slams you hard against a brick wall, your head throbbing in pain from the impact. It takes you a while to catch your breath as all the air had escapes your lungs. He uses his body to trap yours between the cold stone, caging you with him.

He growls, "You wanna steal from me you thieving little bitch?!", he's fuming, "I should drag your ass straight to the police station," he hisses, his features twisting with anger. You could tell by those cold, piercing eyes that he was not an easily forgiving man. Yet still, you tried to persuade him, "W-wait! Please! I'll do anything! I-I swear!"

Jackson pauses for a moment, his eyes flickering up at down your quivering form. He's thinking of something that would satisfy his growing hunger, "Show me your tits," for a moment, you couldn't believe what he had just said, brows furrowing in confusion, "I-I'm sorry?" you look at him as if he'd grown two heads. He leans in, now grumbling, "Show me those tits, and I'll decide if you're worth letting go,"

His hands grip the front of your jacket as he unzips it. He rips open the buttons off your blouse, ignoring your protests. Finally reaching a lacy bralette hidden under all those layers. He whistles, "Well I'll be damned, you weren't expecting anyone, were you?" he mocks. Your fingers dig into his arms, but it was futile. You bare your teeth at the man holding you hostage, "Go to hell you perv!" that remark only worsens your situation. He drags the fabric down, revealing both your breasts to the winter air.

You gasp, trying your best to cover them. A leather gloves reaches to twist one of your buds. His voice is stern, "I'm sorry, what was that?" pulling harshly at the sensitive nub. You yelp from his touch, retreating in hopes that he would halt his actions. You were wrong, instead that bratty tone from earlier, landed you a harsh slap on the chest. His gloves didn't ease the impact. He delivers strike after strike against your bare flesh. Until both buds began to peak on their own.

He fondles them in his hands, eyeing his work, "Nice tits..." he gives both of them a squeeze, pulling them towards him, "Very responsive..." his deep voice now a purr. All you could do was glare back at him with tearful eyes, trying your best not to cry. You hadn't expected a complete stranger to be so cruel. You, a literal thief.

Jackson dips a finger into your mouth. When you try to bite down, he delivers a light tap on your jaw. Holding the back of your head with an iron grip as he points in your face, "Don't even think about it, I'm not joking I'll drag your sorry ass bare naked down the streets," he threatens. His hands reach around your waist. He yanks your pants down to your ankles. Exposing your bottom half to him.

He takes a look at the panties you were wearing. Staring back at the teddy bear print and smirks, "How adorable..." his fingers slide in between your legs, caressing the now slick folds though the fabric. You turned your head to the side to see if any onlookers would pass by. He notices and angles his body to cover your form. He whispers in your ear, "Shh...I just need you to help me, and I'll help you, then we're even," it sure as hell didn't feel like it.

He reaches around the waist of your panties, slowly sliding off your underwear. He groans at the sight of it, licking his gloved digits before sliding them up and down your slit. You whine from the light, sensual touches. He reaches for your opening, collecting any wetness. His breathing increases, as does yours. He captures your bud in his hand, teasing it until you almost lost footing. You grip his shoulder for balance. He chuckles, "Oh you like that, don't you?" he teases. That earns him a harsh slap.

You were done being his little plaything. No more, you weren't going to whore yourself out to anyone. Especially not to some trust-fund baby. His head whips the other way, strands of his hair now dangling against his forehead. His cheek twitches, as if there were a battle going on inside him, "Oh, you've fucked up now..." both his hands are around your neck, squeezing it as hard as he could. You try fighting back, fingers digging into his wrists.

But it was futile, there was no way of stopping him. When your vision begins to blur and grip starts to weaken, he lets go. You cough hysterically, trying your best to breathe again. He waits until you're done with the dramatics. He grips your chin, eyes boring into your own, "That, was a warning," he pushes both your shoulders down until you're on your knees, "This, is your punishment," slotting his foot in between both legs.

He forces you to sit on his leather shoe, tilting your head to look him in the eyes, "Get yourself off," he commands. By now, you know not to disobey his orders. You try testing the waters, the cold leather felt uncomfortable against your bare mound. It was almost unbearable. It takes a while before you collect any slickness. Your ears getting warmer despite the weather.

Rippner chuckles, he retrieves his foot before you've had a chance to finish. He examines his now wet shoe. He sneers, "Really? You're seriously getting off on me using you like this?" a cruel grin plays on his face. He presses his shoe against your bare pussy, he mushes it against the opening, "Of course you'd like that...you're nothing but filth..." his cruel words made you blink back tears. They feel hot gliding down your cheeks. It almost makes him feel bad for doing all of this to you. But then again, you did just try to rob him.

He sighs, "We've got to do something about that mouth of yours," he suddenly unzips his pants, pulling out his half-hard cock. Your eyes bulge at the sight of it, pressing your lips shut in protest. He held his girth in one hand and your hair in the other. Jackson glides his shaft across your face, his leaking tip smears precum on your cheek. He mockingly taps his cock against your lips. His voice is raspy, "Does this make you squirm?" he knew exactly what he was doing to you with those words.

He pinches the bridge of your nose to cut off any air supply, forcing your mouth to open. He doesn't waste any time shoving his member deep inside. His tip now touching the back of your throat. It makes your eyes water. The corners of your lips rip from the stretch of his girth alone. How it could fit, you hadn't a clue. Both his hands grip the sides of your head, as he begins to buck his hips. He groans, "Oh fuck...you feel fucking amazing..." moaning with each thrust.

He stops himself from going any further. He wants to cum inside, but not in your mouth. No, he'll save it for some other time. He pulls you away from his cock and you're an absolute mess. Spit and tears everywhere. He lifts you by the shoulders, pressing you against the brick wall, again. He aims his tip against your cunt. It takes you a moment to process what was happening. Then in a split moment both of your arms shoot out, "N-no! Not there!" You cried, "Anywhere but there!" your voice starts to break.

Even after losing everything, you still didn't want your first time to be with a complete stranger. He could do whatever he wants, just not that. His long fingers wrap around your neck, adding a bit of pressure as he whispers in your ear, "Oh? And why is that?" genuinely curious. Your answer is faint, almost silent. He didn't quite catch what was said, "I'm sorry, what was that?" he held your jaw in place so he could look at you in the face. There was no way, not at your age. Did he hear you correctly?

You were starting to get pissed off, "I said I never fucked before, asshole!" that had you receive a harsh slap on the ass, "Ow! Ow okay! I'm sorry, just stop already!" that explains a lot. How you managed to leave his gloves and shoe soaking wet. As much as Rippner wants to pump a load into that sweet pussy, he decides to save it for later. Instead, he flips you over, your bare chest now against concrete.

Jackson bites his lips. He can't believe he's getting on his knees for someone like you. He parts both your cheeks, spitting at your rim to get it nice and wet. He flattens his tongue, lapping it against the tight ring before thrusting it in. Your knees began to buckle, you use the wall for support. Pressing your face against the brick. He bobs his head to a rhythm, and you can't stop moaning. His tongue reaching deep inside the muscle. His free hand reaches to rub at your clit, while the other pumps his cock.

After a while he stands up, aiming his now leaking tip against the rim, "This is going to hurt, a lot," he starts to enter, pushing inch by inch. You squeal at the stretch. A gloved hand muffles your cries. He began to give short, small thrusts. He grunts from how tight you were. Almost climaxing from the squeeze you gave. He quickens his pace, wrapping his other arm around your waist for better leverage. From there he went on autopilot, ignoring your pleas to slow down. He simply couldn't, he doesn't want to.

Finally, he releases a load deep inside. You felt his hot spunk coating your insides. Your head felt heavy after already reaching your own orgasm. His head hung over your shoulder. His breathe felt warm, "I've been eyeing you for a while, little mouse," It's true, he's been watching you for some time. You had first caught his eye when his chauffer was stuck in traffic. He watched as you went into action. It was remarkable, that talent of yours.

He's been planning this for some time. Today he wanted to see you up close. He had to know more about you. Even asking his ride to drop him off a few blocks. Jackson purposely took this route knowing that he'd get robbed. He needed an excuse to talk to you, his little specimen of interest. He knew the exactly how you would steal from your victims. Although he couldn't feel the hand reaching into his pocket, it was pinch you gave to his side that indicated him the wallet had already been stolen. That was his sign to take over the situation.

His arms are still wrapped around your upper body, hands now playing with your tits, "I'm Jackson by the way, Jackson Rippner," he tells you while still buried deep inside, "You've been targeting this street for a while now, you live around here?" no answer. You downright refused to entertain him any longer. He gasps, "Oh...that's right I completely forgot..." he grips your hips, slowly pulling out his member. He hisses from the feeling. It's almost too good to stop.

He retrieves a napkin from his coat pocket and hands it to you. When you refuse to take it, he isn't mad. Although you were testing his patience. He helps you get changed, satisfied that you kept his load in. Your panties were probably soaked by now. Once the both of you were decent, he asks you again. Yet still, no answer. For that he lands another slap on the same spot. You yelp from the impact, "Here! I live here!" "I know that, but where? This is a shopping district, there aren't any homes in this area, so, answer my question: Where do you live?"

You look out the alleyway to a place across the street. He pulls you in, with an arm now wrapped around your waist. From a distance it seemed as if the two of you were lovers. You guide him to where you've been living in the past few months. Right across the street in a small, worn-out vehicle. Jackson raises a brow, "You live...in a car?" he sounds genuinely surprised.

It's the dead of winter. Not exactly the perfect time to be stuck out on the streets. But it was all you had. You turn around to face him, "Yeah well, some of us don't have daddy's money to get us by..." you scoff. He likes that answer. Good, you wouldn't have anyone to miss you. He grins from ear to ear, tilting his head, "If that's the case, you're coming with me," He drags you to a mysterious black car with tinted windows. Your feet drag against the pavement. You' we're too exhausted to fight back.

It felt uncomfortable trying to find a sitting position. Jackson hops in right after, sitting unbearably close to you. He held you close, like a lover would. He sighs with adoration, "You don't have to worry about your things because I'm keeping you," he taps the tip of your nose, "But no more stealing? Got it?" he'd rather not draw any negative attention your way. Jackson then hums a holiday tune, which one you didn't care. All you could think of was how much you regretted ever stealing from him. He held you close to him, stroking your hair before giving a chaste kiss, "Merry Christmas to me, eh?"

[holylulusworld]

Stumble (2)

Summary: Bucky and you go on a shopping spree. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: fun, they are naughty, mentions of misuse of candles, angry reader, language, implied smut, naughty innuendos

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Catch up here: Stumble

“Let me go, Bucky. I’m going to unalive that woman,” you growl while Bucky has his arms wrapped tightly around your waistline. He must use his strength to keep you from attacking a woman. “She snatched the blanket out of my shopping cart! That’s theft!!”

“Doll, calm down,” he laughs as you still try to get to the woman and scratch her eyes out. “And we do not unalive people.”

The woman sighs, relieved. “I saw the blanket first!” She lies straight to Bucky’s face. “That woman is crazy.”

“Crazy?” You snarl. “I give you crazy, bitch! You stole the blanket out of my shopping cart. I saw it first.”

“Ma’am, I must ask you to give the blanket back to my girlfriend. I cannot guarantee she won’t unalive you if I let go of her. She’s like a feral wolf when it comes to hoarding blankets and such.”

“I thought you don’t unalive people.” She stammers. “Did you lie?”

“Well, we don’t unalive thieves,” Bucky smirks darkly. “We kill them.”

“What???” The woman screams in terror. She throws the blanket at you and runs off, still screaming.

“We kill them now?” You look over your shoulder. “Really? Can we go back to the shelf with the candles? I wanted to buy the last Captain America candle to tease Steve. But there was that bitch stealing it. I don’t think she wants to light the candle. If you know what I mean.”

“She doesn’t want to…” Bucky wrinkles his forehead until you make an obscene gesture. He chuckles and shakes his head. “That’s adventurous and ambitious of her. I don’t think it will fit.”

“Babe, we can press a whole human being out of our vagina. Believe me, it will fit.” You grin as your boyfriend’s cheeks turn pink. “Aw, don’t go all shy on me now.”

“You’re naughty,” he whispers in your ear. “Wait when we come home.”

“Oh, do we want to try if the candle fits?” You giggle and run off as Bucky wants to throw the blanket at you.

“There you are,” Bucky huffs when he finally catches up with you. “Doll, you left the shopping cart unattended. Again. What if someone stole the blanket?”

“I got more gifts, and candles and the Captain America candle,” you whisper and hide the candle you stole out of the other woman’s shopping cart. “Shush, don’t tell anyone. It’s our secret.”

Bucky grins. “Aw, we are already sharing secrets,” he watches you put more candles and Christmas decorations into the shopping cart. “How many snowmen do you need, doll?”

“I want to beat Tony and Pepper,” you point your index finger at Bucky. “You are going to help me, Barnes. No discussion. I won’t accept any excuses.”

“Y/N, you shouldn’t buy so many things. What if you stumble again?” He quirks a brow. 

“I got a strong man carrying all the bags now,” you pat his chest and pucker your lips. “Right, Bucky. You’ll carry all the things I bought.”

Bucky watches you run your hand over his chest. He hums and enjoys your undivided attention. “Sure, baby doll. I can’t let you carry all the stuff you gathered in not one but two shopping carts.”

You glance at the second shopping cart you filled. “What is a strong man good for if not to carry my shopping bags or throw me over his shoulder…”

“Bucky! Buck,” you giggle all the way along the hallways. “I didn’t mean this when I talked about carrying my bags and throwing me over your shoulder.

“You got what you wanted, baby doll,” he snickers as you hang over his shoulder. He carries you toward your shared apartment, chuckling as you slap his ass. “I carry your bags and got you over my shoulder.”

“Buck? What happened?” Steve watches his friend carry your bags and you. “Is this your new workout?”

“Oh, we will come to cardio training later, Stevie. I hope we won’t be too loud again…”

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[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Sonny Carisi: Reliving His Detective Days (NSFW!!!) 

I don’t know how this happened again, but Sonny decided he had to have another story right now and it came out of nowhere. How many of you liked my other Sonny story so quickly shocked me. It was such a confidence boost to my just starting to write again heart. Thank you!

 

Dominick Carisi considers himself a smart and observant man. It’s what made him a good detective and now ADA. He knows that something is going on as soon as he opens the door of his apartment. The furniture had been pushed around and there was an area that looked like an old-fashioned blanket fort taking up the other half of his living room. He set his briefcase down just as you were walking around the corner. He looked at you with furrowed brows, “Doll-?” 

“You must be the detective they sent to check on the 488.” Sonny pauses looking at you appraisingly still trying to figure out what was going on. The code you gave, like most others, he still had memorized from his time as a cop.  

“Petty theft?” He says it like a question even though he knows he is correct. You make your eyes go big as you try to look innocent playing with the ends of your hair. 

“That’s what they say, but I swear detective I didn’t steal anything.” You look down at the floor shifting guiltily then look back up at him. You bite your cherry-stained bottom lip. “But I understand that you have to do your job and check.” Your eyes locked with his blue ones. There is a still silent pause. You stood waiting to see if your boyfriend would pick up the game that you had started. One that you couldn’t stop thinking about since Sonny had admitted that he sometimes missed his detective days. It had brought a pantie-wetting image of a younger version of him with a badge clipped to his hip that you couldn’t seem to shake. 

“My job?” He repeats slowly almost to himself even as he looks at you. You tilt your head at him. “Right, my job...as a detective.” He still looks a little unsure of himself as he walks farther into the living room. Even though he is unsure what you are playing at exactly his cop brain exactly what he needs to do. A quick frisk. “I need you to turn around and put your hands on the wall.” 

“Okay, detective.” You turn to put your hands on the wall. You feel his body heat behind you as he gets closer but leaves a respectful distance. You are disappointed and slightly amused when his hands start patting you down quickly and efficiently. His hands barely feel your chest before moving on and sliding down your arms. You can't help but smile and shake your head at your sweet man. You shift pressing your hands more firmly against the wall and use the leverage to push your ass back into his crotch grinding into him. You hear his sharp intake of breath then he curses but otherwise stays still. “Everything okay detective?” You rub against him with your ass as turn your head to look back at him. His blue eyes are staring straight into you. They are focused his pupils dilated with lust. It’s clear that he now knows what game you are playing. You give him a mischievous smile.  

“Yeah, just try and hold still.” His body presses tightly against you as he starts to pat you down again. This time his touches are firm and lingering. He caresses down your right arm to your shoulder making your skin break out in goosebumps. Then gives a similar treatment to the left arm. His hands come to the top of both your shoulders again before sliding down your chest. He does a quicker pass over your breast for the first swipe. Then slides down your stomach before going back up and cupping them both in his hands squeezing at the ample flesh. He can tell the bra that you're wearing is thin and lacy even through the fabric of your shirt. He swipes his thumbs and can feel the peaks of your nipples hardening under his ministrations. His hands make another pass, and he pauses when he feels something hard on the edge of your bra just under your armpit. “Oh, and what’s this?”  

“I don’t know what you mean detective.” He pulls at your arm, and you turn to face him. 

“If you don’t fess up, I’ll be forced to strip-search you.” His face is serious, and you press your lips together. You feel the heat still burning low in your stomach from his attention on your breast and the bulge in his pants pressing against your ass.   

“I don’t have anything.” He sighs, “But if you have to, can we at least go in the dressing room?” You gesture to the blanket fort-like structure. You see a brief look of amusement flash across his face before regaining his seriousness. 

“That would be for the best. After you.” He follows you into the surprisingly spacious ‘dressing room’. “Alright, I need you to remove your shirt for me.” His tone is all authority and no-nonsense. You feel a shiver run down your back. Sonny in charge is hot. You nod and make a show of slowly unbuttoning your shirt. He holds eye contact with you until you get it completely undone and slipping off your shoulders. His eyes drop devouring the newly exposed skin. Your bra is barely there. Just a few scraps of red lace that do nothing to contain your generous size. He can see your nipples through the fabric. It takes him a minute to regain his thoughts and even start looking for the hard object that he had felt. There it was, slid on the corner of your bra right under your armpit, one of his tie clips. The metal shined tauntingly at him. “And what’s this?”  

You shiver at the sensation of his fingers dragging purposefully against your skin as he removes the clip from your bra. “I have no idea how that got there.” 

“Really, that’s what you're going with?” You press your lips together to keep yourself from smiling at his sassy attitude making an appearance. It was one thing to listen to him in court where he had to weave it into carefully chosen words and another to get a full dose of it. You felt a pang of sadness that you didn’t have the pleasure of meeting Dominick when he was still a detective. “So, you were just browsing when, what, it happened to fall down your shirt at just the right angle to catch perfectly onto your bra? Wow, that’s a hell of a party trick.” 

“Detective-” 

“Since I already found something on you, I’m going to need you to remove the rest of your clothes. To make sure nothing else managed to... cling onto you without your knowledge.” You nodded and reached behind you to unhook your bra. You don’t undo it, instead, just fiddle with the band behind your back. “Problem?”  

“The clasp is stuck.”  

“Really,” His tone is deadpan but there is mirth in his eyes. He is clearly enjoying your back-and-forth. “Do you need help?” He sighs stepping closer, his chest brushes against your sensitive nipples making you bite back a moan. One of his hands finds your lower back, right above your jean shorts. It glides up your spine and you lean into him washed in the smell of his musky cologne. His hand reaches the clasp and with one quick precise movement, the clasp opens to your bra and it falls forward catching between your chests. “There,” He whispered into your ear, “Now take off your shorts.” Your body trembled against him, a flood of arousal sweeping through your core.  

He steps back and you let the scrap of lace fall to the floor in front of you. You barely have the button undone when Sonny sees another glint of silver metal. Your shorts hit the floor and he gets a clear view of another tie clip attached to the equally small red panties that you are wearing. It is on the waistband pointing straight down to your soaked cunt like an arrow trying to find its mark. 

His hand moves to cup your heat and you bite back a groan. He rubs the soaked material with his fingers, his thumb rubbing purposefully against your clit. You close your eyes forehead pressed gently against his chest panting. One of his long clever fingers slips underneath and enters your core. He curls it expertly and your hands come up to his hips needing something to hold onto. He pulls back and removes the tie clip from your panties with a butterfly touch that has you arching into him wanting. He steps back and holds the two clips up, “Looks like I’m going to have to take you down to the station.” 

“Is that really necessary?” You walk forward to him again pressing your hand firmly against his chest. “Can’t we just... work something out between the two of us?” You start your hand’s dissent down toward the now obvious bulge in his dress pants. He catches it between his own. 

“Are you trying to bribe a law enforcement officer? That’s a felony.” You look up into his blue eyes and pout your lower lip. “But if it really is a misunderstanding, then as two willing adults maybe we can figure out a way to... resolve the issue.” You understand his meaning and give him a smile.  

“Oh, very willing detective Carisi.” You push him backward towards the one chair that you had left in the space. He gets your point, and he sits down. Your hands find his length through his dress pants, and he hisses. You undo his pants, and he lifts his hip so you can pull them and his boxer down. His cock is hard and leaking pre-cum. You drop down to your knees and lick a stripe up the underside of his cock before lapping the head. You sink your mouth father down on his cock and he groans. You start bobbing your head sucking. You bring your hand up to start stroking the base that you can’t fit in your mouth.  

His hands go to your hair making a makeshift ponytail, his long fingers curling into the nape of your neck. You look up and make eye contact with him. He pulls at your hair urging you faster. You increase your speed and start swirling your tongue around his dick. “Fuck,” You are encouraged by his groans and are really getting into it when he pulls on your hair hard. You moan loudly as his cock is released from your mouth. “That’s a good start sweetheart, but I’m going to need you to really convince me that this is a misunderstanding and that this isn’t going to happen again.” 

You stand up and climb onto his lap straddling him. Your chest brushes against his still fully clothed one. You put one hand on his shoulder for balance and use the other to pull your panties to the side and notch the head of his dick on your entrance. You both moan as you slide down his length. You roll your hip and keen in satisfaction when you get some friction on your clit. His hands come to your hips to steady you as you start bouncing on his cock. After a little adjustment, you find the perfect angle. One that hits a sensitive spot in you, his cock deep inside of you.  

Carisi’s eyes get hypnotized watching your breast bounce as you fuck yourself him. His hands find one before he catches it in his mouth. You groan and start riding him harder, your hand finding the hair at the nape of his neck. You keep pace but after a while your legs start to burn with strain and you can feel yourself slowing down. Carisi runs his hands up your back and tightens his grip to hold you still as he starts thrusting roughly up into you. You feel your orgasm begin to rapidly build. His thrusts continue to slam into that sensitive spot in you and you cry out his name as your orgasm rips through you. Your core clamps hard on his cock your arousal dripping from you coating his cock and thighs.  

His hands slide down to your ass as he gets close his thrusts getting sloppy as he grinds you down into him. He comes squeezing your ass cheeks tight enough to border on pain. You rock against him as he continues to pump his cum into you with shallow thrusts. He presses his face onto your shoulder as you cling to his back, locking together in your mutual pleasure. You guys played the game, and both won.  

“Is that what you wanted doll?” Sonny asked when you pulled back to look at each other. His hands smoothed some of your hair before he thumbed away some leftover red lipstick that had survived the messy blowjob that you had given him. You sigh happily, 

“That is more than I wanted Sonny.” You lean up and kiss him, so softly in comparison to the rough sex you two had just had. He lifts you up so that his softening member leaves you before setting you back down on his lap. “I’m sad that I missed you being a cop.” He chuckles leaning back in the chair. 

“I promise you; it was nothing like that sweetheart.” You laugh, pressing your forehead against his. “But I’ll give it to you, that was even better than reliving my old glory days.” You smile giving him a few soft kisses.  

“I’m just happy you played along.” You admit, while it may not have seemed like it you thought maybe Sonny wouldn’t want to roleplay. It was something you had always wanted to try but never felt secure enough with your partners to try.  

“I’ll admit I was confused at first,” You blushed feeling slightly embarrassed for blindsiding him.  

“Sorry, I didn’t know how to ask. I’ve never done anything like this before. Besides you caught on pretty quick.” 

“Yeah well, when you grinded on my cock like that it was a little hard to misinterpret.” You laugh wiggling again on his lap and he swats your ass playfully. “How about we take a shower and then order some takeout and watch a movie on the couch?” You sit up straighter in his lap. 

“That sounds great but I’m going to have to put the living room back together again first.” Sonny laughs at that rubbing your back. 

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll do it...or you know what doll, we could just pull the couch in here and watch, the TV is still seeable. Besides I always wanted a date night like that, reminds me of my teen years. And who knows, maybe this time I will actually get lucky during the movie.” 

“You're insatiable.” You tell him, getting off the chair and pulling him to his feet. You press a kiss to his lips. "But I bet I could make that happen. Gray sweatpants turn me on.”       

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

Scout's Honor

Day #1 - Prompt: Firsts | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Sex Acts, Language | POV: Goodie (Freak) | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Newly Gotten Together Steddie, Semi-Public Sexual Acts, Touch Me While Your Bros Play Grand Theft Auto Super Nintendo, The Boys of Corroded Coffin Are Tired of Eddie's Horny Bullshit

This has a sister fic, Full Throttle, from Steve's POV. Either can be read standalone.

"It's my turn!" Gareth shouts, grabbing at the controller, and Goodie holds it up, as far as the cord will stretch, trying to keep it out of his grubby little hands. Laughing as he pushes and fights to get a hold of it.

It is his turn, but Goodie isn't about to cave to the little shit's demands that easily.

"Guys," Jeff warns, then adds, "just take mine," offering up his controller up to Gareth.

"But I want to be player one!" Gareth snaps, and Goodie just laughs. No fucking way. 

"Winner gets to be player one, and that's me," Goodie tells him, and Gareth whines about it, but he does take the second controller from Jeff's hands. 

Their first decent check came last week, and after divvying up and paying out all their debts, they had just enough left over to buy the brand new Super Nintendo. There was one left in the store, and if they pooled their money together, they could actually afford it.

So. The check is gone, long gone, they spent every damn dime, but it was fucking worth it, as they crowd around the TV in the cheap apartment they're all crammed into, playing Super Mario World. They've been taking turns, the four of them. Well, three now that Steve Harrington has shown up. Goodie thought it'd mean they had to give him a turn too, but instead Eddie gave up on playing with them, and is on the other couch, Steve all over Eddie, taking up all his attention.

Just because Eddie was the first of them to get into a relationship, doesn't mean the band should have to be subjected to this all the time. But they are, because Eddie and Steve are horny motherfuckers, the both of them.

It wasn't so bad before they all lived together, but now, torture. Pure and utter torture.

They've been trying to do the long-distance thing, and Goodie was sure it would fizzle. After the shine wore off fucking King Steve. Like, he gets it. High school Eddie could never, would never, and now he's reliving his adolescence, chasing after Steve Harrington like a little lap dog. Panting, and humping his goddamn leg.

It's so high school, it makes Goodie sick. 

Unfortunately, this has gone on long enough that now Goodie's sure they're about to be saddled with Harrington full-time. 

Goodie looks over, and no fucking way. Not on his couch. Their shared couch. Community property.

Steve's trying to look normal, but he's red-faced, eyes squeezed shut, his gym shorts pulled down in the back, Eddie's fingers disappearing down into them, into Steve, Goodie's pretty fucking sure. He doesn't know where else they could be. Especially not with the face Steve's making.

Goodie nudges Gareth, just to make sure he's not seeing things. Misconstruing. Maybe he just has a dirty mind, and is still traumatized from the blowjob incident last week.

And the tongue in the asshole fiasco from the week before that.

"Jesus Fucking Christ, not again," Gareth says under his breath, so no, no he's not imagining it. Eddie's got three fingers shoved up Steve's asshole right where they can all see. 

"Eddie!" Goodie yells, and Steve is the one that jumps, Eddie just fucking laughs, but he doesn't pull his hand out of Steve shorts, until Steve crawls off his lap, ears tinged red, heading straight for the bathroom.

"Seriously? With us in the room?" Goodie asks, as soon as Steve's gone, behind the closed door.

"I wasn't doing anything," Eddie bemoans, but he has a shit eating grin, as he puts up three fingers, in a mock salute, "Scout's honor."

And his fingers are fucking shiny, with what must be lube. 

Because they've been up Steve's ass. 

Goodie shakes his head, trying not to give Eddie the attention he's clearly craving. He's a pervert, and Goodie's not playing into his exhibionist streak. 

Steve finally resurfaces from the bathroom, and Eddie stands.

"Time for bed," Eddie says, and then they're gone, the door to Eddie and Gareth's bedroom shutting with a heavy snick.

Gareth looks over at Goodie, and gives him a withering stare, "Thanks. Now my room's gonna smell like spunk. Again."

Goodie just cackles. Sucker.

Steve's moaning, Eddie's grunting, headboard hitting the wall, and honestly, Goodie thinks maybe he should have just kept his goddamn mouth shut. This is worse.

"How're they still like this, it's been years," Goodie says, not really asking a question. 

"Years?" Jeff asks, "The dancing around each other, maybe, but the fucking? That's brand new."

"You're shitting me?" Goodie asks, in disbelief. There's no fucking way. "Gareth?"

Gareth will know.

"A couple months?" Gareth offers, and Goodie cannot believe that's true. Eddie's been lusting for, talking about, obsessing over Steve Harrington ever since that weird spring break that sent Eddie to the hospital for weeks, with Steve a constant at his side. Steve had taken up permanent residency, like he was Wayne Newton in Vegas. 

Eddie wrapped up in soft sweaters that definitely weren't his own. 

They were together. Right? Definitely. These two just weren't observant.

Eddie punctuates his thought with a long, disgusting groan, that can only mean he's just come. 

"We gotta make some changes," Goodie says, "we can't live like this."

"We're barely here, Goods, let him have this," Jeff says, the peacemaker, the voice of reason. The herder of cats. 

"No," Goodie argues, just to argue. 

"Yes," Jeff counters, "if you don't, I bet Steve's cozy little house on Wabash is gonna look pretty damn good."

"Eddie wouldn't dare," Goodie snaps, and then he hears Eddie and Steve both giggling, and well, Eddie might.

Goddammit. 

"Fine, we'll be assaulted by the sights and sounds, but I won't be happy."

"None of us are," Gareth says in solidarity, agreeing with Goodie, for once. Hell has officially frozen over.

Eddie comes out, holding a towel over his junk, bare ass in the wind, grinning like an asshole as he heads towards the bathroom.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @corrodedcoffinfest and follow along with the fun! 🦇

Notes: This is inspired by Taylor's Swift song So High School. Steve knows how to ball, Eddie knows Aristotle. I don't make the rules.

Read Steve's POV on this situation right here in, Full Throttle.

[mahi-wayy]

𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐇 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄 | ʙʜᴀɪʀᴀᴠᴀ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : Bhairava x Fem!Oc

ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ : Kalki 2898ad

ʟᴇɴɢᴛʜ : 3.5k

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs : Being heavily based on b&b series, bhairava is CHAOTIC, he is also adorable but still a dumbass, violence, theft, futuristic world, angst, betrayal.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ : 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 this is about a emotions that went extinct a long long back.

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ | ғɪᴄ ᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ

A/n : I have no idea why I am doing this but this is a prelude to the inevitable kalki 2898ad fic I will end up writing.

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Bhairava was many things, he was a certified opportunist, a smart-ass and a very bubbly guy. This was the level of his self awareness as he says, he also was a lazy man when it was not about him or the units.

But honestly speaking, wasn't everyone around him the same?

In the year 2898 the concept of helping others or comrades or friendships was dead. Personally speaking he thought humanity itself was dead but people around him usually refrained from saying that so he didn't bother either.

Not like him saying that out loud would change anything for anyone, why even care?

He had enough business of his own to keep himself busy that he had neither the need nor the time to poke his nose in other's business. 

Being a bounty hunter however always had him stepping in someone else's business, that was not his client.

Right now was a good example, he was chasing a man across the roofs of houses, if you would call them that anymore. The man did something to get a 10000u bounty on his head. Bhairava didn't remember what it was, he was only interested in the units.

Anyways, coming to his point of landing in someone else's business came from the gun that the man was fleeing, it was antique. 800+ years old. Very probably the reason he was asked to hunt him

He really did not like the professional thieves, yes being a thief was a profession, he heard it was a crime once upon a time. Way to evolve.

Whatever, he didn't like the stealers, it has made his jobs messier than they already were and it straight out irritated him to no end.

His point is proven right again when someone slams him from his right side, just when he has managed to grab the robs of the man he was pursuing. It surprised him while the person who caused all this used his shoulders as leverage to perform a flip over his head and grab the antique gun as they landed on the other side.

Taking the weight of a grown human wasn't easy, which explained him losing his balance and the grip he had on his prey leading the man to flee easily. He cured in all the languages he knew before turning his head and pinpointing the thief that ruined his hunt.

The person was running from two more people, great this was a bloody competition now, but he was Bhairava and what was he if not pretty enough for revenge. 

Knowing the place since his birth was his strong suit which gives him the advantage to catch up to the person within ten minutes. He waited for a second, letting the second runner catch up with them as they approached a long leap between the two roofs.

It was a tough jump, enough that even after crossing it several times a simple underpowered start had him coming down before he properly had the roof surface under his feet.

But he was as stubborn as they got, managing to grab the leg of the person he was tailing, making them fall too. He climbs up the surface easily, smirking as he notices the other thieves in the race grabbing the antique parcel and rushing away. 

Looking down at this hunted prey however made him suck in a deep breath, his lazy posture to a straight one. The hunted prey was a female.

The hood of her jacket had fallen off revealing a wild mop of jet black hair flying in the dry wind, the woman turned her face to him with an aggressive jerk, a pair of brown eyes glaring at him as she stood up.

If looks could kill he wouldn't be breathing right now.

She was dressed rather simply so to speak, a grey shirt knotted in the front, a pair of combat pants and a jacket with the hood. The choker pooling around her neck was probably the mask she used. Her arm band was one of the most advanced one he has seen but the jets attached to her boots were pretty below average.

“You absolute asshole!!!”

The yell brings his eyes back to meet her gaze, a brow raised in question.

“Excuse me? Who are you calling an asshole?” 

“Oh so you're missing hearing aids? I'm sorry but I was calling YOU an ASSHOLE because that's WHAT YOU ARE!! You ruined my job!!” 

Bhairava grits his teeth as the woman pushes him just a little with every word.

“You're the one who ruined MY JOB!! The man you let slip from my hands had a 10,000u bounty!!” 

“That gun would have gotten me at least 15000u you jerk, I'm the one with more loss here!” 

She goes to push him again but this time he steps to the side, making her lose balance and fall forward from the edge but he manages to grab her hand last min.

“Say a simple sorry I might pull you up.” 

The fall won't kill her but looking at the condition of her jets, if they don't pick up on time she will break a few bones.

“In your dreams…asshole.” 

She spat out, kicking his knee making him let go of her as a sharp pain went through his body. He doesn't make an effort to grab the slipping hand from his, choosing to throw a glare towards her instead.

What? She chose these consequences. 

He gives his knee a good shake before peering down, his tongue clicking in annoyance to find her hanging mid air from where she has managed to grab a iron bar, what an annoying woman.

“Have a nice time hanging around.” 

He gets a middle finger in response which passes him off more and he taps the thrusters with his toes making them buzz to life before kicking one of them, letting the dust fall down purposely.

A satisfied snort leaves his lips when he hears a little coughing and curses before leaving the ground to go over the side alley in time to witness her hand finally slipping from the rod and her crashing through the wooden roof of a shop and landing on small piles of cloth and broken wood.

He shakes his head as she groans from the impact from the fall. That's what she gets from being a jerk, he thinks before leaving the place.

They both do run into each other on another job but  he was in no mood to tangle with her again so he chooses to jump over the table in their path while she goes to slide from under it.

Now that was a really weak table because it broke the moment he shifted his weight on his hand, making him lose balance and fall directly on top of her. 

“Fucking hell.” 

She groaned pushing him off her, he groaned as he stood up to come face to face with a familiar glare.

“You again-”

“You ruined another one of my job-” 

“Why are you on the streets to begin with huh!? Aren't you thieves supposed to be stealthy and smooth?”

“Well Mr. know it all sometimes we have moving targets like the one I had but you ruined it all.”

Both glare at each other, even if he towered a good five-six inches above her, either of them refusing to back down at any cost. 

“I really hate you too, asshole.”

“The feeling is pretty mutual, wretched jerk.”

The exchange ends with them gritting their teeth and then walking away in different directions. 

By his luck, or God's grace if he exists anymore, he doesn't run into her for weeks on end and between that failed bounty, going to junkyard and picking up Buiji, he almost forgets about her.

Almost being the keyword because when he returns from his first round search for the parts of his vehicles and has Rajan tell him a girl was in his room he physically felt his blood pressure rise at least five points.

“How did you find this place- nevermind why the fuck are you here?” 

He hisses, entering the room, the female bent over his desk turns around with a bored look. 

“You're not that tough to find and I'm here for a job.” 

“Oh so now you're gonna steal from me?” 

“How can dumb can you be-”

“WHAT!?”

“I was here to steal something I would've not entered through the door. I'm here to pick up a job.” She says rolling her eyes before tapping her arm band and a holographic screen pops up.

His eyes scan the content as fast as he can, it was a 50,000u job, pretty sweet if you ask him. He freezes when he sees his own name in the client column. What the-

“I didn't hire you.”

“Yes you did.”

“No I didn't.”

“Yes you-”

“I did.”

Both of them turn sideways at the third voice, Buiji speaks in a flat voice, her blue reflectors staring back at the bickering duo.

“You hired me?” “You hired her?”

The in sync speech makes both of them throw an equally hot glare at each other. 

“She will make the job easier Bhairava for both of us.”

He mumbles something along the lines of only knowing how to ruin things but she makes it a point to ignore it.

“At least one of you has brains, Bhairava.” 

The way she spits out his name it was clearly a taunt and it irked him but there was no denying that she would make the job easier by giving him and Buiji more time to focus on technicalities while she gets the part they need.

“Fine do whatever the fuck you want.”

He says with a mocking smile to the A.I. and a middle finger to the professional thief's smug smile before turning and going to tinker with a few things he found. 

For a while the other two talk before the female up stairs and jumps out of the giantass hole in his window, coming from the main door his ass. He walks back to his desk the minutes the female disappears.

“Why did you get her? and don't give me the making job easier bullshit with your perfectionist tantrums there is no way that was the reason.”

“You will see, focus on the vehicle structure for now.” 

He huffs at the excuse of a response but chooses to distract himself with the structure of the car. Over the course of the next ten days slowly but surely the required parts come in, everything except for one thing. 

A damn controller and the stubborn a.i. was hell bent on finding the perfect one. So it takes them a whole two days to find the perfect match and what the match was.

A robot which was being guarded by at least ten, heavily armed, men clearly appointed by the complex. Way to get things messy.

“I'll get it.” 

His head turns to the woman who was laying on his bed, her head hanging off the side and legs kicked up, when did his room become her hangout place? 

“But I want 20,000u more.”

She says getting up from the bed, he just turns to her and gives her are you out of your fucking mind look to which she shrugs her shoulders.

“I'll manage without it, I don't have units coming in from somewhere at all times."

“You have 20,000u and we need the controller. It won't work without it.”

He groans, letting his head fall on the desk, if Buiji had more body than that damn annoying head he would have gone for the neck already. 

“Just give me the units, I'll get you what you want and then we will never see each other. Ever again.”

Yeah he doesn't believe his luck is as good as that but he gives in after repeated taunts from Buiji. Raising only his hand, he clicks their armbands together with her, making a sobbing sound in counter to her delighted one. 

There goes his 10000u.

He glares as she climbs on his bed, with her shoes on and then jumps out of the window, why can't this woman come and leave through the damn door. 

Bhairava maintains his nonchalant facade for exactly five minutes before getting up. 

“Where do you think you are going?”

“To see what she is doing Buiji, that woman owns every last one of my units. If she fails I want everyone of my units back.” 

With that he leaves, taking the artificial intelligence with him. Reaching the statue takes them half an hour and the first sight he witnesses gives him a mini heart attack.

Feet above the ground, she was dangling upside down, the controller in her hand as the guards tried to snatch her. Way to get the job done.

“What an idiot.” 

He growls before climbing up, thanks to his usual practice he reaches the height fast, grabbing the collar of one of the guards and pulling him off her. Sending him flying. 

Above him, the appointed thief pulls herself upright, kicking one of the men and having him fall down.

“So much for being a professional thief.” Bhairava says, twisting the arm of another man. To which he gets a glare.

“I never asked for your help, asshole.”

She replied, stopping a punch and elbowing the man.

“Stop calling me that like it's my actual name.”

“Then stop being one.”

They bicker until more men arrive.

“Let's get out of here first.”

Buiji speaks smartly, Bhairava taps the jets in his boots, letting go of the bamboo poles. She was supposed to climb down but when the men start shooting, one of the laser shots his boots, rendering them useless for the moment and the gravity pulls him down immediately.

She chooses to jump recklessly, grabbing his hand with one and a bamboo pole with another, keeping them afloat. Now while Bhairava would've snorted the yelp of pain made it die down in his throat.

Looking up he realises the position made her vulnerable to the shots and one of them even hit her shoulder, even if it was partial.

“You dumbass.”

She curses but for the first time he doesn't mind it all and instead he notices how she refused to let her grip loosen on him or the bamboo that held them but not for long. 

He looks down, calculating the distance before his eyes set on the men shooting at them and his jaw tightens, eyes narrowing in a glare.

“Let go.”

“What? Have you finally lost whatever little brains you had?”

“Just let go.”

“Fuck it.”

With the curse she loosens her grip, he uses the jet in one of his boots to lightly manipulate the place of his fall and ends up falling on top of one of them.

As the dust around him flies, the men all back stay high on alert before coming out of the brown cloud and grabs his gun, pulling him in. The others suffered the same thing and in ten minutes there was only Bhairava standing as the dust settled.

“Incoming.” 

He looks up when Buiji speaks in time to notice her grip slipping. Without a second thought, he uses on of the men fallen on his knees and the one working jet to reach minimum height to catch her and landing back on ground.

“You okay?” 

He surprises himself when he asks the question to the female cradled in his arms ever so gently, who looks up into his eyes and he suddenly realises how pretty her eyes were and how long her lashes were and what the fuck Bhairava.

He lets her stand on his own feet once he catches where his train of thoughts was headed. For a moment the two of them stay awkwardly silent before she seems to realise something and raises her arm.

“What? You think I saved because of some good feelings? no I have a payment left.” 

Right. How can he forget how people were? He clicked his wrist against her and she grinned, a small smile settling on his lips unknowingly.

“Thanks, I hope you enjoyed my services and see you again. Never.”

She says, taking a small bow before handing him the controller and then walking off. Something in him twists uncomfortably as he sees her walk off, trying to get a look on her wound but he decides to walk back to his home too.

For the rest of the day he busies himself with work but something seems to be eating at him and it was so so so annoying. Damn it why Buiji had to pick her. 

It was around 2 am in the night when everything started coming to a full circle.

“Yes. Bhairava 5 star bounty!!” 

Buiji speaks and he slides out from under the car that was slowly coming together, as the a.i. shows him the bounty. 

“Mahavidya, professional thief. Wanted by : the complex? Damn.  Wanted for : various valuable thefts from complex property.”

The request didn't make sense as to why Buiji sounded like a plan as been successful until well the pick showed up. 

The woman was familiar, the same hood, the same mask, the same jacket but most of all he recognized those eyes. Just a few hours ago he realised how beautiful these same eyes were.

“What the hell?” He grumbles, this was the a.i.’s big plan for hiring her? So she has to steal something from the complex and come in their radar and they but a bounty on her head.

“But why help me build his vehicle if it was this easy!?”

He asked, he felt used and he didn't like the feeling one bit.

“Because working in a complex gives you a much better life than simply getting in there. We have everything set up don't tell me you love that woman suddenly?” 

He snorts out loud.

“Don't be ridiculous, there is no such thing as love. That is all nothing but talk in legends."

“Then let's go on hunting."

There is a long pause as he looks at the controller lying on the desk.

“Let's go hunting.”

It takes him a day to pinpoint where she was but he finds her, running across the roofs once again, her mask and hood pulled up as she raises against some of her competitors.

Something pains in his chest as he climbs up the building beside him and her way, hiding from her vision. 

He decided to not think much and just grabs her as she runs past him, pulling her back. The sudden killing of the moment makes her fall back and he catches her on instinct.

Their gazes come to match again, as they stare at each other before she pushes him to stand up.

“You- Which one of your jobs did I ruin this time for you to drag me away from another one of mine.”

She huffed, turning off the mask, her lower half visible and voice more clear and why does his chest hurt? The words die on his tongue as she taps his feet waiting for them.

“None. You're the job this time.”

Wow Buiji really is cold.

Bhairava doesn't have time to curse at the a.i. on his shoulder before it flashes the same bounty screen for her look at.

“You really are an asshole.” 

He thinks he hears betrayal in her voice but the air gets knocked out of him when she kicks him right in the gut. For the first few blows he only defends himself before a punch to his face has him retaliating back and punching her in the gut.

The woman doubles over as he wipes the corner of his mouth free from the blood. He misses a weak hit towards his face but it does send the a.i. flying off his shoulder, he counters it with a kick, pushing her away. 

Feelings are bullshit he doesn't have time for, no one in this world had, he will just hand her over and get those one million units.

The woman growls getting back at him by kicking his legs from under him and straddling his waist to bring punch after punch down on him, a few he managed to block but at least three she managed to land on his cheek bone.

Gritting his teeth he grabs her by the neck and slams her down to the floor, hard. He got up, glaring at her as he pants while she groans on the floor. 

Standing up he goes to bind her hands with cuffs but she kicks him unexpectedly with quite some force, sending him stumbling back and hitting his head hard on one of the rods kept in the drums.

His vision blurs a little, she makes out her heading for him, pulling out a rod and swinging it hard enough to knock him down. 

But before the next hit, he hears her yelp and a number of black figures flying in. He weakly tries to get up but his body gives out and everything goes black.

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[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

headcannon for all the batfam members

there’s so many.

Helena Wayne

she’s currently nonexistent in the comics, but she’s the daughter of Bruce and Selena. I’m going to put her age as like near Damien’s age as in 10 or 11, let Helena exist she’s cool.

Helena and Damien constantly squabble, but they are pretty close. Jason taught her how to use a bow, because he’s actually a really good marksman and wanted his little sister to you know not be completely useless in a fight. Dick and Tim kinda don’t know what to do, because she just kinda doesn’t like them as much. But they practice gymnastics together and Tim is trying to teach her coding she does not understand it.

She also was taught loads of skills by Selena who is beyond proud of her, yes Selena may be retired from the theft business but she still helps Bruce all the time with break-ins and stuff.

Bizzarro

He’s here, he’s 100% Jason’s adopted son.

He would literally cry if anything happened to him, everyone is incredibly confused by who the fuck this guy is (I’m taking from current cannon and making him a Superman clone) Jason does not explain.

he rocks up to dinner one day with this guy and everyone is fucking confused, Jason stares at them and they all eat together like every Thursday night.

Conner and bizzarro hit it off and become good brothers, since they were both force grown to their age and Luther is their father. Eventually Superman/clark meets bizarro and is like “who the fuck are you” Jason also is there and stares at him and makes sure he plays nice.

Bizzaro helps out in Gotham but he mostly just vibes.

Jarro

Jarro is a piece of the alien evil guy starro, who Batman straight up adopted.

everyone loves this guy, he’s adorable, he’s one of the fill in robins, he mostly just vibes with everyone, starro lost visitation rights, he’s just a cutie.

Tim, and Jarro are the closest no one knows why but Jarro kinda just adores Tim.

Athanasia Al Ghul

Since she and the other Al Ghul kids are from alternate universes, I’m just going to throw them in.

Athanasia Al Ghul Is very similar to Damien except she has a great appreciation for music, she’s an extremely classical composer and composes whole ass ballads so proper that she releases the songs to choirs and singing schools.

Yeah she’s an assassin and yeah she’s kinda evil, but she’s not THAT evil. Red hood manages to punch some sense into her along with Dick and Damian, I’m putting her age as a a year younger than Damien and they manage to get through to her and convince her to not kill them all.

she’s actually from an alternate universe though I’m shoving her in my fanon/canon universe. She, Helena, and Damien are all dicks to each other seeing as they are the youngest of all of them, they gang up on Dick, Jason and Tim and beg them to listen to their stories and music and art.

she’s more of Bruce’s kid, since she literally does not leave his side and kinda adores the positive attention. She becomes well idk what her vigilante name is, but it’d be something incredibly distracting and punny.

Anita Jean

The first robin, technically.

she has 9 Red Robin’s, and loves them all.

had a murderous streak and kinda adores being scary.

Jason after the events of the “robins” run found her and took her in, yeah maybe they don’t know each other but they went through the same shit.

Her vigilante name is “Wren” and is basically Red Hood’s robin, she and penguin are sworn enemies because she loves birds so much and penguin is a dick to them.

Jason, and Anita/Jane kinda just vibe. Yeah we made mistakes we both kinda suck, but we are chill now. They became close siblings.

she kinda loathes Dick, for replacing her and all that but she let go over it after a screaming match.

and uh, that’s all I got!

yay

[natalievoncatte]

“Careful with that! We have to assume everything here is dangerous.”

Lena would have preferred to be anywhere else. The last thing she wanted to occupy her afternoon was dealing with yet another reminder of her brother’s sprawling insanity. Every one of these weapons caches -he probably would have melodramatically called them “hideouts” or “secret bases”- was like a tombstone marking the grave of the only truly sincere, loving relationship she’d ever had in her life.

He hadn’t always been the slavering maniac with an incoherent obsession with killing a superhero. He’d been a protector and a benefactor, a chess opponent and a confidant, the only person in her life who presented an uncomplicated human connection, without any ulterior motives or conditions.

Everyone else wanted something from her. Money. Power. A competitive advantage. Technological secrets. Or just sex. Lena resented that most of all, the gray old men who saw nothing of her achievements or her intellect and regarded her as just another piece of ass with blue enough blood that they had to ask permission rather than simply grope.

Watching her crew load up the equipment in this sweltering heat made her physically ill, and she was glad she’d skipped breakfast. Kara would be upset if she knew.

She’s had to text Kara and let her know that she’d be out of the office and would have to skip their lunch plans. Kara was…

Kara was becoming a complication, because Kara was doing the one thing Lena wished she wouldn’t: She was giving Lena hope. She’d barreled into Lena’s life with an earnest intensity that had been bewildering at first and intriguing afterwards, with her insistence that they be friends, and constant reminders that they were friends, even as her eyes wandered to Lena’s cleavage or she unconsciously bit her lip and stared that smoldering stare just to look away at the last second.

Lena shook her head, clearing her thoughts of yet another Straight Best Friend taking her down that well-worn path of sapphic suffering. She had bigger fish to fry right now.

It was too bad that her relationship with Supergirl had been so chilly lately. It might have been easier to simply tip off the hero and the government agency she worked with and let them handle the clean up.

Lena was deep in reverie when one of the crates, a bulky reinforced one, dropped a good two feet from a forklift and the wood splintered as the locks burst free.

“Idiot!” Lena shouted at the driver. “This equipment is sensitive and potentially dangerous, and…”

“STARTUP SEQUENCE INITIATED.”

A metallic voice ground out of the crate and it shifted as something vast and bulky moved around inside. Lena stumbled back, glad she’d opted for a sensible set of flats for this, and turned to run.

A metallic claw crashed out of the crate, followed by an arm-mounted rotary cannon. The older model Lexosuit, one of the originals that Lex had planned to illegally smuggle out of the country in a fake theft scheme and sell to the Kasnians, stood up in its shaky, clanking way and took a few steps, shaking off planks and nylon straps the way a baby bird might shake off pieces of shell.

There was nowhere to go. The machine scanned the room, moving jerkily as it zeroed in on her.

Lex’s voice, a recording, boomed from its loudspeakers.

“Ah, dear sister, I see you’ve found another of my hidden fastnesses.”

You melodramatic-

“Oh well. I should thank you for setting off the security system. I won’t have to waste my precious time killing you myself. Au revoir, Lena!”

The suit spun its arm cannon and aimed at her. The barrels assembly made a half turn, the electric motor charging up as it cycled the first 32mm mass-reactive exploding shell into the chamber. Lex had once called it a masterpiece in the art of violating the Geneva Conventions. It was about to blow Lena inside out, and the subsequent shots reduce her to a the chunky consistency of a good bolognése.

But then there was a wind that was not a wind, and SHE was there.

Supergirl seized Lena with precision and grace, hands that could crush diamonds pressed just so over Lena’s ears to protect her from the roar of the guns. Lena wasn’t sure who screamed louder, her or Supergirl, as the revolving barrels ripped out their entire supply of ammunition in a few seconds, pummeling Supergirl’s back with explosions that could have shredded a tank, as the hero cradled Lena, sheltering her with her superhuman body.

When the hellstorm was over, the machine charged at them.

Supergirl did scream now, and fell upon the machine in a berserk rage. Lena had seen her in a fight before and knew she could be terrible to behold, but this was different. The empty suit was struck with such unending fury that she reduced it to shreds of metal and oil-spitting chunks of machinery in moments, spreading it halfway across the floor of warehouse.

When Supergirl rounded on her, Lena’s heart skipped. The hero’s chest was heaving, straining at the crest on her chest even as the bunching muscles on her arms and stomach pulled at the material, her perfect hair swirling around as she turned, that angelic face marred by a streak of oil and a sheen of sweat.

How dare she just look like that. It was incredibly unfair.

Before Lena knew it what was happening, Supergirl was lifting her into a heart-skipping bridal carry, pulling her much too close as she took off. On instinct, Lena pressed her eyes shut and buried her face in the Kryptonian’s neck, to hide from the heights.

Moments later they landed, and Supergirl threw Lena’s balcony door back and deposited her on her feet, leaving her stumbling back against her kitchen island in a daze. Supergirl stared at her, looming over Lena with the height difference increased by her stacked heels and Lena having lost her shoes at some point, so her stocking toes were left curling on the cold floor.

“That thing almost killed you,” Supergirl snapped. “If Is been a millisecond later you’d be dead.”

Her voice was tight with emotion, somewhere between anger, exasperation, and terror, and it felt like a fist closed in Lena’s chest.

“Are you sure you just weren’t there to make sure I wasn’t taking Lex’s old suit for a spin myself?” Lena spat, though her voice trembled. “You don’t seem to trust a thing I say lately. If I tell you the sky is blue you’ll go check.”

Supergirl’s face flushed and Lena braced for another booming, self righteous speech about trust or safety or the meaning of teamwork or some such heroic nonsense, but then her voice shattered into a million pieces and tears welled wet in her eyes.

“All I want is for you to be okay.”

A thousand thoughts danced in Lena’s mind. To ask her why, to defy her, to taunt her, to demand what exactly it was that made Lena so damned important that this woman was so intense about her safety one moment and so angry the next.

In the dance of all those thoughts, the more base instinct won out. Lena grabbed Supergirl by the neck of her suit, just below those delightful collarbones of hers, and used it as a handle to pull herself into a hard, aggressive kiss.

The world hung still for a moment, and Lena felt it all pivot around her. Something big was happening here. Something huge, something…

Something forgotten entirely as Supergirl’s tongue roughly claimed Lena’s mouth and her hands raked over Lena’s ass, dragging her skirt up.

Oh God, she thought, this is actually happening.

Lips pressed to her skin, the words burning hot into her flesh like an invocation.

“Is this okay?” Supergirl whispered.

“Yes,” Lena moaned, without hesitation.

To be continued…

[skylark325]

Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint Read Through

Chapter 21-31

It dragged Han Myungoh into a tunnel by one of his legs.

>Good drag that bitch away

The nearest, Yoo Sangah, swung her spear but the situation got worse because Han Myungoh held onto her.

>Oh COME ON

The real villain is that boss istfg

Jung Heewon burst out, "Ah…I knew I was going to get cancer because of that uncle."

>lmao?

[The constellation 'Prisoner of the Golden Headband' resents this frustrating person.]

>Dude same

"If hyung was such a person, you wouldn't have saved me on the subway. I believe in you."

>I would kill for Gilyoung

To be mature and to be an adult were completely different things.

>THIS

i love how introspective dokja is

At that time, someone's voice was heard, "It is all because of Yoo Sangah-ssi!"

fucking hell

[The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' hates the character 'Han Myungoh'.]

>Girl same

"Theft? Shit, don't talk bullshit! You should've just got in my car from the beginning!"

>what does that…what

"That…it keeps saying 'become Mother'…"

🫃?

The dark keeper pointed at Han Myungoh this time. "Kallitu!"

>OH

I’d argue dokja is more mother but whatever floats your boat demon

>Oh shit yeah no not dokja, the rich asshole is definitely mother

>demon mpreg CANON?

[The obsessive-compulsive constellations praise your readiness.]

>LMAO so real

"I'm not someone who kills easily." [The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' admires it!]

>No, you have a lying out of your ass policy

[The demon king 'Asmodeus' has put a terrible curse on the person who dealt the final blow!] [Final Blow: Han Myungoh]

>LETSGOOOOO

Love me some demon king curses

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' has recommended your scenario to Star Stream.]

>SP just like me fr

I grabbed the greasy hind leg and dug into the flesh. The juices ran from the flesh…I forgot to chew and closed my eyes.

>…is it bad that i wanna how it tastes

Suddenly, I looked up and met Yoo Sangah's eyes. Ha, Yoo Sangah came to her senses and suddenly cried out, "I'm pathetic."

>felt

[Ah, no, why is this thing here?] The alarmed Biryu shouted belatedly. [I-I-It was banned immediately after release!]

>warehouse issues man, you gotta fire your manager

>the novel is so much darker damn. i want to strangle those sexual predators

>heewon loml you’re so badass

Like a person who was born for murder, Jung Heewon killed and killed. If I cut off a man's arm, Jung Heewon stabbed his heart.

>so really he was helping her get more coins 🥹

[You have received 1,500 coins from the character 'Jung Heewon'.]

>did i mention i love her

[The constellation 'Demon-like Judge of Fire' likes your companionship.] [The constellation 'Abyssal Black Flame Dragon' smiles slyly.]

>difference between a fujoshi and…whatever straight ship fans are called XD

Human physiology didn't stop even in a world like this. Lee Hyunsung also opened his mouth, "Ah, then I will go to the bathroom."

>ok but getting your period in a world like this would be my worst nightmare. like atp i might as well die

[A constellation wearing a straw mat is filled with expectations at your actions.]

[A constellation wearing a straw mat is delighted with your actions.]

[A constellation wearing a straw mat is puzzled by your actions.]

[A constellation wearing a straw mat is appalled by your actions.]

[The constellation 'Bald General of Justice' is happy at this situation.]

>average orv reader experience

He pretended to be okay but perhaps the one with the most terrible trauma in this place was this child.

> 😞

"Who are you? Don't you know that this area is our hunting ground?" In the faint light of the entrance, a girl holding a long sword stood.

>Jihyeeeeee. If she’s here then our buddy must be nearby

Lee Jihye, who was about to leave, turned her head at 'Yoo Joonghyuk'. There was vigilance in her eyes. "…Who are you?"

>she’s like…no way my master has friends so who tf are you

"I don't know. Master's friends?" At Lee Jihye's words, the eyes of the people on the platform became bigger. They looked at us with amazement and awe.

>LMFAO

"He is a good friend."

>Yall skipped first base and were straight up choking each other when you met the first time. Oh yeah i bet he’s a real good friend.

"…Yes. They are small forces, but the Landlord Association has obtained most of it."

>not the fucking land owners association we really can’t escape them anywhere

[The character 'Gong Pildu' demands 500 coins for invading his private land.]

>making a child pay rent typical land owner

In any case, I seemed to be the type that was popular with the bad guys. It was the same with Kim Namwoon.

>that checks out

Gong Pildu smiled like an ordinary neighborhood ahjussi, but I knew… Gong Pildu could never be an ordinary neighborhood ahjussi.

>real ones know no neighbourhood ahjushi is normal

"What is your relationship with Yoo Joonghyuk?" "We are companions separated by life and death."

>real good friends yes

"My best companion is coming."

>dokja your simp is showing

The main character, the lone hero of a drama, was walking by her side. He looked at me with impressively fierce eyes.

>DOKJA YOUR SIMP IS SHOWING

"Have you been well? Your face looks good?"

>flirting in front of everyone’s mother and my salad is this who we are

"Do you have anything to say?" Yoo Joonghyuk asked.

“You have the most luxurious hair and a face sculpted by Gods, truly if I could I would’ve already jumped-“

“I meant…about the scenarios.”

“OH yeah no I know enough, don’t worry.”

However, being cheeky isn't good. Should I just kill him now?

>God yjh would HATE being around middle schoolers. the child death rate would skyrocket

"What are you looking at?"

「······.」

Good job, Jung Heewon.

「 Kill… 」

"Yoo Joonghyuk."

>DOWN DAWG

"I have a lot to do." Yoo Joonghyuk stared at me quietly and said, "You will never understand."

>…about that 😭

"That jerk Yoo Joonghyuk." [The constellation 'Prisoner of the Golden Headband' is satisfied.] [100 coins have been sponsored.]

>Talks shit

100 coins sponsored!

"Ah, I hate thinking." Jung Heewon complained.

>relatable

"I don't want ahjussi to die. You were quite impressive against Master earlier."

"Don't worry, I won't die.”

>well…

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Great as usual. I love reading more of dokja’s thoughts hes such a freak and simp i love it XD

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The Gangsta's Wife (Part 1)

DESCRIPTION: (1920) You live a pretty normal life. Living with you're two younger sisters, having moved back to your hometown from when you were younger. This is where you meet the infamous Thomas Shelby who gives you an offer you cant refuse

WORD COUNT: 3365

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WARNINGS: smoking, implied violence, slight sexism, swearing, drinking

DISCLAIMERS

This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

I have not watched Peaky Blinders so this may not be accurate to the actual TV show. It will also not follow the timeline of the show. But I hope you enjoy.

The three brothers sit around the table inside the little room. The one in their pub. The soft chattering of people outside as they play a game of poker. "Play the next hand will you" Tommy says as his two brothers look at him in shock.

"Can you just run past us what you just said again? I think my hearing must be going as I swear you just said you wanted to get married" his younger brother says

"You heard me correctly"

"So who's the lucky lady" the older says

"I've not found her yet" they both laugh "I know it sounds like a ridiculous fantasy. I reckon if we got a girl that has no prior relations to us or the type of stuff that we do then people would be more likely to trust us. Therefore wanting us to be in business more. It will get rid of some of the negativity we have surrounding our name"

"I'm sure we could easily find one off the streets for you" the younger teases as he lets out a low laugh

"I want someone who doesn't get scared easily. Don't want her to get spooked and run off during the honeymoon"

"Well we wish you luck on that journey" The older says as they finish up their game. Calling it a night they head out. Putting on their hats and coats as they start walking. Tommy lighting a cigarette as the three of them walk. His two brothers walking on slightly ahead as he goes to throw the last bit of his smoke down. It had gotten late by now that they didn't expect to bump into someone. Quite literally.

You run down the alleyway. Turning to face behind you to see if he was following. You turn back just as you bump into someone. He grabs your elbow as to stop you from falling straight onto your ass "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" you stutter out. Eyes going to the alleyway. The strangers eyes fall to your neck. The dark bruising around it. He looks down the alleyway. His hand falling from your elbow as he meets your gaze again.

"Tommy?" you hear someone calling as you dart your eyes between the three figures

"I- I need to go" a mild panic in your voice as you start to walk away. Your eyes constantly go back to the alleyway. You turn away from him. Bumping into the two other men as you walk past. "I'm sorry. I need to go" they move out your way as you run past them.

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Some people would call you a thief. You prefer the term con woman. And a good one you are. Allowing you to be able to steal jewels and money without people noticing. This allowed you to keep up your income. That's what had caused the bruising around your neck though. You got caught by someone who didn't take your petty theft lightly.

You run to your house. Opening the door you pretty much slam it behind you. Your little sister jumps out of bed.

"Flo!" she calls out. Hugging you. You hug her back. Seeing your other younger sister opening here eyes at you.

"We were wondering when you'd be back"

"I'm here now" you kiss your sister on the top of her head. You grab into your coat pocket. Pulling out a necklace and bracelet. Followed by a pair of earrings. Elizabeth grabs it from you as she sits up on the bed.

"Oh my god!" she looks at it, holding them up to her ears "what do we think?"

"Ooh very fancy. Look like a proper little lady" she grins at you causing you to chuckle. She hands them back to you as you put them back in your coat. "I plan on selling them tomorrow. Then we can get that house we were looking at. Until then though we should be getting to bed. Come on" she nods. Jumping back into bed. You pull the covers up over the both of them. Stroking the hair out of their eyes as you grab a blanket. Going over and sleeping on the sofa on the adjacent wall.

You'd managed to sell the items the next day. Getting a good amount of money in exchange for the house. That and your savings from the previous months. You find the current seller of the house you were wanting. Him smoking outside the building, chatting to someone else. You walk over to him "I'd like to buy this house" he looks at you, eyeing you up and down

"You can't afford it" you reach into your pocket handing him a wad of cash. He looks at the money. Then at you

"Why don't you get your husband to come along. I'll talk to him. Alright sweetheart?" you take out some more money.

"I'm buying this house today" he looks back at the money in your hand.

"Ok then love" he goes to take the money from your hand but you move it away. Holding out your other hand

"The keys" he chuckles. Going into his pocket he takes out some keys. Handing them to you as you take them. Then handing him the money.

"Thank you gentlemen. Now excuse me" you go and open the front door. Going inside your new house.

A few days had passed. You'd fully moved into your home. Not that you had much to move from your small box house. Your sisters loved the new place. The three of you had been so used to sharing the same bedroom for years that it felt strange to have your own personal spaces. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't enjoy the privacy.

You walk down the street. Arms crossed over your torso as the winter air chills you. You feel a couple of spots of rain. Quickening your pace in hopes to get home before it starts hacking it down. But you're to late. You quickly run over to the nearest building you can as to keep dry from the poor weather. Opening the door as you go inside.

Dripping onto the nice floor as you look around the pub. Empty. You walk over to the bar. Taking off your coat and placing it next to you on the stall. Listening to the rain as you wait for it to calm down. You don't pay much mind to your surroundings. Jumping as you hear a voice.

"I think you're in the wrong place" you turn to look as you jump up from your seat. Two piercing blue eyes watching you from one of the booths. His body slumped against the back of the chair.

"Sorry Mr Shelby. I just- its pissing it down out there and the door was open so I-" he raises his hand slightly. Causing you to stop. He tilts his head at you. Eyes scanning over your body before he speaks, motioning at the seat opposite him.

"Sit" you look at the front door. Hearing the wind picking up more. Your body screaming at you to run. Get out of this place. But going against your better judgement you stand up from your stall. Your body tense as you slide into the booth opposite him. He pours a glass, pushing it towards you.

"I'm ok thank you"

"I insist" you look at his eyes. Then at the drink. Picking it up as you take a sip. Placing the beverage down onto the table and passing it back to him. "You're that girl from a few weeks ago"

"I don't know what kind of night you had a few weeks ago but I can promise you that we've never met before" he chuckles at your statement. Your boldness intriguing him.

"You ran into me. You had bruises around your neck" his eyes go to your throat. You shuffle slightly under his gaze.

"Even if it was me then my business is my own" you say confidently. Eyes meeting his as he nods

"I can drink to that" he picks up the glass. Taking a sip of it before placing it back down in the center of the table.

"Why are you drinking here alone?"

"Like you said. My business is my own" you nod, half smiling as you lean forward and grab the glass from the middle again. Drinking the remainder of the liquid. Placing the cup down. He takes it, pouring some more. Sipping it before placing it back to the middle of the two of you

"I should be getting back" as if on cue you hear the rain start to pick up more. "Or maybe not" you say, a slight annoyance in your voice

"Looks like you're going to be here for a while" he says. Motioning at the bar "Grab another glass" You look at him. Then look at the drink he's already poured. You stand up, going behind the counter and grabbing one. You head back over to him, sitting down as you place the cup down. He takes it from you. Pouring you a glass and handing it to you. That's when you notice the blood on his knuckles. Your breath hitches slightly.

He's fully aware of what you've seen. There's no way he can't know that you've seen his hands. But he remains unfazed. Instead he calmly drinks his drink. Eyes on you as he places the cup onto the table. Watching you. "Do you have a pack of cards on you?" you say. More to try and help your nerves then to make small talk. Avoiding his cold gaze as best as you can as you. He shakes his head as you let out a soft 'oh'.

"What's your name?" He asks as he reaches into his pocket. Taking out some cigarettes. He offers you one. The pack facing you. You reach over, grabbing one out

"Florence. My friends call me Flo though" you say, placing the stick into your mouth as he takes one for himself. Grabbing out a light he lights his one.

"What can I call you then?" Before reaching over with the lit match. You lean over the table as he lights the end for you. Putting the match out as you sit back down onto your seat properly. Taking the smoke from your mouth as you look at him. Head titling slightly

"Flo" you say, causing him to half smile. He takes the item from his mouth, replacing it with his drink before speaking again

"You new around here Flo?"

"I grew up here but moved to London when I was about 12. Moved back a few months ago"

"Is it anything like how you remembered?" you laugh slightly

"I have a lot of fond memories of this place from when I was a kid. But now... lets just say that things are a bit different now that I'm older" he nods. You have some more of your drink. You go to say something else just as the door opens. You recognize him as one of the Shelby boys. John you believe his name to be.

"Tommy we need you back home" he says, his eyes falling onto you as you turn to face him. "Who's the girl?"

"No one" he says "what do you need help with?"

"Family matter". You stand up

"That is my cue to leave" you say. Going over to the bar again and grabbing your coat "thank you for the drinks Mr Shelby" you say, smiling softly at him as he smiles back. Nodding towards you as you head outside. Going past the younger brother half cautiously as you walk back home. You must've been in the pub longer then you remember as the rain has practically stopped by now. Letting you have a relatively dry walk back.

It had been a week since you moved in. Your sisters were at school so you decided to have a day out. Going out the front door. Turning around to lock it. Just as you see your neighbor coming out of the house next to you. You look and see John coming out. You look away quickly. Locking he front door as he turns to face you

"You're the lass from the pub" You face him and smile slightly

"I don't know what you mean" he nods slightly. Looking at your house as you walk into the street more. "Have a nice day Mr Shelby" you smile as you walk off. Trying to get rid of any business you may have with the Shelby family and the Peaky Blinders.

You go on a bit of a shopping spree during your day out. Not buying anything to ornate but possibly spending more money then you should have. Buying fresh fruit and veg, some bread and other necessities. You meet up with one of your friends and have a chat with her.

You head back to your house. Unlocking the front door and heading inside. You place the food down onto the kitchen side, starting to put the stuff away. A few minutes go past before there's a knock at the door. You look, unsure of who it could be. Elizabeth and Mary would just walk in knowing you leave it unlocked for them. You go to the door. Opening it. John and Tommy standing by it. Johnny leaning against the door frame. Before you have time to speak (or close the door on them) the youngest brother speaks. A smile on his face that you can't read.

"Mind if we come in?" your eyes dart between the two men

"Sure" you manage to say. Moving out the way and motioning for them to come in. Body tense as they both head inside. You go into the living room "Do you want anything to drink?" Trying to keep your cool as John sits down. Tommy leans against the wall as he watches you.

"No. You see we've come to have a little chat" the younger says

"About?"

"Are you spying on us?" the older says

"Why would you think that?"

"You bump into us late at night, then you come into the pub. Now you're living next door" the younger says, leaning back onto your sofa as they both watch you. His eyes darting as he expresses his words with his hands.

"Its a small town Mr Shelby. Purely coincidence" he stands up. Turning to face you as he takes his cap off. Your eyes dart to the object before going back up to his face "I am aware of who you are. What you are apart of. But I am not a spy. So there will be no need for you to use that" you motion at his hat. Your eyes fixed onto his as you feel yourself shaking slightly from fear. Trying to regain your composure.

"We asked around about you. No one seems to know who you are. An introverted young woman. No husband or family. Only recently moved in"

"I am orphaned. My mother died when I was young. Father died Just before the war. I lived in London for a while but made some enemies recently so moved back here where I grew up. If that is all the questions you have then I would like you boys to leave my house" John places his hat down onto the side table. Sitting back down on the sofa as he looks at you. Smiling

"I think I'll take that drink now"

You clench your fists slightly but nod. Going into the kitchen you make them both a drink. Resting your hands against the counter top as you curse at yourself slightly. How did you end up here? You really did not want to make the Peaky Blinders you enemy.

You walk back in. Placing two cups down. You stay standing. Folding your arms over your body in an effort to hide your hands shaking. You hear the front door open. Your sisters walking in. "Flo you'll never guess what happened today at... school..." Elizabeth says the last word quietly as she walks into the living room. Mary coming in and grabbing her sisters hand as they look at the two men, then you.

"Why don't you two head upstairs, hmm?" she nods slightly. Her eyes going to the two men before she goes up to her room. Taking her sister with her. You shut the living room door. Shutting your eyes as you lean your head on the door. "Fuck" you mutter. Turning back around as the older one speaks

"You told us your family was dead"

"No I said I was orphaned. I never said my family was dead. Very different things" he nods as he keeps watching you.

"What enemies did you make in London?"

"None that I can't handle" the younger brother laughs. Making you turn towards him "I've dealt with far worse then either of you boys could imagine. I know how to be safe"

"Don't you get worried about your sisters though?" you stay silent "I mean, the reason you didn't tell us about them must've been so we would never find out about them. Never be able to harm them" the younger says. Almost mocking. You take a step closer to him. Keeping heavy eye contact as you speak

"If you ever touch my sisters I will personally rip you apart. Limb by limb. Do you understand?" he stands up. Taking a step towards you

"Was that a threat?" he says. Starting to walk over to you. Tommy moves, facing towards his brother as he puts a hand onto his shoulder as your eyes stay on each others.

"Johnny" he says. A sternness in his voice making the younger look at him. "Go for a walk" he looks at his brother, looks at you. Mutters something under his breath as he opens the door. Leaving. You hear the front door slam shut. You avoid his eyes as you start babbling an apology.

"I'm sorry about that I-"

"I want to make a deal with you" he says. He leans against the wall again. He folds his arms over his torso. His demeanor was a lot more relaxed then yours. You couldn't read him though. You turn to face him properly. Your silence making him continue "I am looking for a wife. I need someone that has no previous associations with myself or my businesses. A positive beacon to my currently negative lifestyle. One that can make me seem trustworthy for future business opportunities"

"Mr Shelby" you say as a soft whisper, your eyes fixed to his as he continues talking

"You said yourself that you have a lot of enemies. Putting not only your life but your sisters lives in danger. I could protect you. The family you have would be safe. I can provide you with money. New clothes. So much food that you would never know what sleeping hungry felt like again" he takes a step towards you. Bringing his arms down as he places them into the pockets of his waistcoat. "You'd be my wife. You'd come with me to professional settings. Help me gain the trust of people that I couldn't on my own" he reaches down. Picking up both the glasses you poured. Handing you one "what do you say?".

You blink at him a couple of times. Taking you a little while before processing what he said. "I am flattered Mr Shelby but... wouldn't a girl of higher status be more rewarding for you? I come from nothing. I have nothing to give you" he pauses for a moment. Eyes unmoving from yours.

"Every time I've met you you've shown me a bravery that no one else has. That is something I value more then riches and materialistic items" you nod slowly as you look down. Thinking through your options before lifting your head up, meeting his gaze as you gently take a glass from him

"Looks like we're getting married" you softly say as you clink your glass to his before downing the liquid. Him letting out a soft chuckle before doing the same

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