#nevermind me yelling into the void

[mommalosthermind]

Therapist I see for anxiety: sometimes it’s a good idea to really step back and examine why you’re feeling so anxious and overwhelmed. A lot of those things are out of our control.

Me, staring at the endless list of shit wrong with the house, nevermind the world at large and all of those cascading horrifying events: yeah. Yeah that’s. Probably part of the fucking problem, my dude. Everything is Bad and I am worried because I have no control over any of it.

[emily-rambles]

i need to move out and i need to move out now

[dreams-of-sapphire-tears]

i cant fucking win

[inimitablereel]

I'm only 3 episodes into my country the new age and it's been years since I read Way of Kings, but there's some kind of parallel between what's going on with Hwi where I'm at and Kaladin and his bridge crew. Like possibly the secretly super powerful soldier who doesn't really care anymore but has been thrown among the canon fodder to die but is going to do his best to save everyone (or at least SOMEONE) is a super common trope that's just mostly in media that's too military for me to have checked it out?

[thegoldencontracts]

hello!! this is my first request!! can u write azul saving reader from drowning and gets angry at them out of worry? not realizing that he confessed to them just now until it sinks in?

Hiii sorry this took so long! This concept is sooo good, hope I managed to do it justice aughhh

Because-!

Summary: Azul saves you after you fall into the Octavinelle pool. You're just hoping he doesn't expect repayment- Wait, why is he so upset?

Notes: There isn't much focus on the feeling of drowning, but there's still some. Anyways, hope you enjoy! Also, credit for the divider here!

If a Darwin award existed, you were really one of the prime candidates to win it, it seemed.

You'd fallen into a pool. Actually, that was fairly normal. There was a very real risk of people falling into pools, that was why most public pools hired life-guards.

Octavinelle's pool, however, didn't abide by that policy, and so there was no one around as you'd fallen in. The panic was setting in at a rapid pace.

You couldn't breathe. Water was filling up your lungs, and you couldn't even cry out for help, and you couldn't breathe-

A splash. Someone was in the pool. Were they- here to save you?

They were approaching - closer, and closer. But you didn't get to see whether they saved you or not, because before they could even get near you, your vision went dark.

You woke up. That was good. Were you- in the afterlife or something? The silver-haired boy above you did seem angelically pretty, after all...

"You're awake."

You felt your face heat up. Nevermind. You were very much alive, and that guy you just called pretty was, in fact, Azul Ashengrotto, Octavinelle Housewarden, your crush, and maybe your friend. The jury was still out on that one. Azul never really admitted his friendships, but he gave you free stuff, so that was probably a good sign.

Would this be free, though? Even with Azul's "no free lunch" mentality, this seemed a bit too far.

"So," you started, voice hoarse. "Do you, uh, need something."

Azul looked at you for a second, expression all too void of emotion. Then, he spoke.

"What exactly were you thinking?" He demanded. "Approaching the pool in spite of your lack of ability to swim is the height of foolishness! If you truly wanted to come here, you should've simply asked me to accompany you!"

An uncharacteristically enraged Azul yelling at you was definitely- something to wake up to.

"I almost died- dude-"

"Precisely!" Azul said, eyes still burning with rage. "Were I not there, you wouldn't-"

He sighed.

"Don't do something so foolish again."

That was it? Azul Ashengrotto, not even expecting repayment? Weird.

"Listen," you said. "It's awesome that you care, but I can handle myself. I've learned my lesson."

"You quite nearly died," Azul said through grit teeth. "What if that happens once more, without me there? You'd die! And even if it weren't for my love for you, I simply cannot have-"

He cut himself off at the realization of what he'd just said. You took a second to process it too. Azul- liked you?

The universe had taken pity on you! Your crush liked you back!

"I- er, forgive me," he said, turning away his head in shame. "I suppose I got a tad carried away. Please, just allow me to accompany you the next time you come here."

"Why don't you also accompany me on a date sometime?" You said, before you could stop yourself. Azul looked at you in shock for a second, before clearing his throat.

"Are you being serious about this invitation?"

You nodded.

"Dead serious."

"Then," he said. "I'd love to accompany you."

And though you could sense he still had a lot more chastising to you, that you hadn't yet escaped scolding, nor the physical consequences of almost drowning, you couldn't help but feel oddly warm inside.

It seemed you'd found a silver lining here.

[lady-severus-snape]

My brain is on fire with headcanons/prompts/plot bunnies.

🌠after getting Potter the memories he needed, Severus let himself slip away into the abyss. Finally, he could rest.

🌠Lily appearing in his minds eye. "Severus, I'm so sorry for being a shit friend. It's OK, let go of the past. You couldn't have known it was me that the prophecy spoke of." "But Lily-" "No, Severus Snape, you have done more than enough. Gave more than should have been asked. I want you to LIVE. Fall in love and be loved in return. Go. All will be well, I pinky promise" Severus ends up back in his body.

🌠magic sweeps him away and deposits him in another area. He comes to, people yelling and screaming out instructions, machines are beeping. He blacks out from the pain.

🌠you start your shift at the hospital, there is a new patient added to your rounds. You get the report from the day shift CNA.

🌠he is handsome despite looking like he had been through hell and back. Something took quite a chunk from his neck. Though you wasn't aware of a snake big enough that would deal that kind of damage, nevermind venomous....around these parts anyways.

🌠every night you started with him, Mr. Silver streak and ending. While cleaning and changing him, you noticed a wide singular streak of silver hair leading from his temple into his blue black hair.

🌠Severus felt like was floating, the pain a dull throb. He shouldn't be feeling pain if he was dead, right? It was weird, he could sense someone near him, the darkness brightened a little each time.

🌠there was something about Mr. Silver streak that kept you coming back to see him often during your rounds. And you would spend your break visiting, reading or singing a tune or another. Talking to him about your day and what is planned for him.

🌠severus felt himself lighten, he didn't know how much time has passed but he felt lighter and less burdened in his heart. One day, he heard the sweetest voice. He couldnt see where it was coming from or even answer.

🌠Severus realized it was on a schedule. He would hear their voice in intervals. They would talk to him, read, and even sing. He could feel them touching him, no hesitation, no disgust, soft, firm, gentle. They were bathing him. Severus blushed when he realized the feel their hands in his hair. Oh how he wished to see them.

🌠 Mr. Silver streak was responding well to therapy. His neck was recovering beautifully. It would scar tremendously and he would perhaps have difficulty speaking. You start to tell him tidbits of the world. The date, time, what new book was out or about this song that you were listening on repeat because it scratched your brain itchies the right way.

🌠About 6 months into your care, as your washing his hair he opens his eyes. You are so happy and excited. "Hello there sir" by the gods his eyes were dark like onxy. They shown with intelligence and something else as he glanced at you. "You are in Community Hospital. I'm (y/n), your CNA for night shift".

🌠Severus was absolutely breathless at the beauty he saw before him. He finally had a face to the voice that kept him company in the black void. Their chocolate eyes, so deep and warm. The curls of their hair framing their face. Was it as soft as it looked? Glowy sun kissed skin. The accent registed as American. He tried to speak but his throat was dry and lips chapped.

🌠you gently shush him "hey, don't strain and don't move too much. You've got a nasty tear into your throat. Might be awhile before you can speak." Severus sagged into the hospital bed, that's right. Nagini chewed into his throat at Voldemorts order. His eyes scanned the room he was in, white sterile walls faced him with boxes that made beeping noises. A muggle hospital.

🌠From there on, y/n was the ONLY one that Severus would allow to provide personal care. The others made his skin crawl and it wasn't a good of job anyways. The doctors were amazed at how quickly he woke from the coma. They didn't think he would come back.

🌠As time passed he got stronger, his voice slowly returned though it would forever have a rasp and lack volume. His favorite CNA held many conversations and discussions over the course of their shift. "Hi Sev! Ready to get changed? I got a new book to share with you" y/n greeted.

🌠When he was able to walk again, the first thing he did was hug y/n fully, the way he had wanted to when his eyes first landed them. He had fallen in love with y/n. When the dreaded day came for his discharge he waited until he saw you to leave.

🌠you were so happy when you heard the news that Severus was finally able to go home after being your patient for a whole year. You cried happy tears for him. "Severus! I'm so glad you get to walk out of here."

🌠you gave him your number and address so he could call, write, visit. He is so cute when he admits to not having a telephone but promised to write once he got settled. You two become the best of friends, calling each other....you always called him right after your shift ended and talked until you got home ok.

🌠Severus decided to stay in the US after going to the gringots branch there. Thankfully he had locked down his vaults and all his priceless possessions had been sequestered away.

🌠He started a new life, no masters, no potter brat, no teaching dunderheads. Pure bliss and relaxation and working on potions to his heart content. He was in the middle of bottling up an order when the phone rang. Looking up at the time, it was to early for y/n to call. Dread pooled into his stomach. Answering the phone his eyes hardened. Y/n was crying on the other end distraught. Quickly he asked where they were.

🌠Severus packs everything away and gets a taxi (he was still leary about apparition, his magic was still wonky after the whole thing). Arriving to the parking lot where he knew y/n always parked, he spots them crouched by the car, muffling their cries. Not only were they covered in questionable fluids, but through coaxing, they tell him that they are being sued for 'medical malpractice/neglict)

[feral-biologist]

For a series that places heavy emphasis on characters' mental state as major drivers for their growth, disregarding characters' trauma for the sake of "coolness" is where the demarcation of writing to authentically portray mental illness and writing for glorification of war and violence lies.

Like, don't get me wrong, an author does not have to always write about the trauma of war and whatnot, sometimes you just want to write about some cool pew pew stuff, and that's valid. And sometimes you could write a character with PTSD without the need to extensively delve into their psyche. But the moment you frame your character growth through the lens of exploring their mental health and trauma, shouldn't you, as the author, do due diligence in considering every aspect of their interaction and experience holistically? If you claimed to portray mental health and trauma, disregarding major sources of physical trauma for the sake of "cool action scene" makes your story feel contrived and disjointed. This is literally the opposite of "show, not tell", where the narrative is telling you, the reader, that you should care about the character's mental health journey while simultaneously fail to appropriately address their trauma.

(also stories do not have to be realistic nor cool to be engaging. As well, stories can be both realistic and cool while being respectful of how they portray violence and action scenes)

(and as an aside, your claim of how the mind responses to repeated physical trauma is just... completely false? girlie pop... I don't think... that's how trauma response... work??? Yes, different people have different ways of responding to trauma, and some of them might include completely compartmentalization, memory repression, and/or dissociation when an individual is in survival mode, but eventually, your brain will still have to process it, whether consciously or subconsciously. But the trauma do not just disappear out of thin air. And your mind/body would still exhibit physiological responses even with the logical understanding that no immediate harm will be done to you, let alone having to go through the trauma again and again .

i'm so mad at the way physical traumas are treated in stormlight. Like yes even when you get heal by stormlight being hacked at the spine to the point of paralysis over and over again or having an arrow impaled through your face would absolutely be a traumatic experience, but this got treated like it's just a cool fighting sequence and our heroes are just that badass. Like??? Why is neither the characters nor the narrative talk or even mention it??? The books want to realistically portray mental illness and then completely failed to also realize that being radiant also means you're experiencing even more traumas?? A lot of this just feels like mindless action scene and glorification of violence tbh

[rose-lizzzy]

Wizards Tale

Pearl and Sausage were just flying over to visit Fwhip when they saw smoke rising from the Grimlands.

That...wasn't exactly unusual, apart from the fact that since Gems disappearance, Fwhip hadn't shown a single bit of interest in tinkering or explosives.

They quickly land, in front of the chaos, seeing Gem. Well, it was Gems face, her hair and everything. But it wasn't....Gem.

Sausage calls for the wizard. "Gem!"

Both Pearl and Sausage watch as she turned, and they saw the crimson in her eyes. They gasped in horror, and Gem sprinted towards Sausage, while Pearl turned her attention to Fwhip.

"Fwhip?! Are you okay? What happened?" Pearl asks, picking him up off of the ground and bandaging him quickly.

The tinkerer was staring into the void, clearly somewhere else.

Pearl slaps him lightly, and he snaps out of it.

"Ge-" he starts to shout but Pearl covers his mouth.

"Shhh. What's going on?" She asks him quickly, noticing that Gem was starting to do... something to Sausage.

Fwhip turns away. "Gem...she...I think she's corrupted...by Xornoth. I don't... understand."

Pearl watches Gem turn back to them, and she prepares for a fight.

And then she sees Sausages eyes glow and he turns to destroy things, and she runs after him.

"Soos! Stop!" She calls, but he doesn't acknowledge her.

He lights TNT, until Pearl drags him back.

"Soos!" She yells at him. He refused to look at her, trying to continue his orders. "Sausage!" She screamed, and he bit her, slipping out of her grasp and running.

Pearl dodges around him, blocking his path, and then out of nowhere his eyes dull and he trips into her.

They hear wings take off, and then sniffles. The two turn to see Fwhip on his knees, in tears.

Neither had ever seen Fwhip cry so hard. They'd rarely even see him shed any tears.

But there he was, sobbing.

"...Fwhip?" Pearl approached him softly.

"I should've known that she wouldn't have run away again. I should've had more faith in her. I'm such a terrible brother."

Sausage grips him by the shoulders. "No. You're not. Listen, I know how Xornoth works. He persuades, lures, blackmails, uses. He couldn't have persuaded her. He had to have...tortured her somehow." He flinches as Fwhip starts sobbing more. "OR! Or...he used magic on her."

"Either way, we have to work together. If she's corrupted, we're going to have to work to get her back." Pearl adds.

Fwhip looks up, glaring at Sausage. "Well, what are you still doing here? You should be happy, you can work with her serving that bastard."

His grief had changed to anger, and neither blamed him.

Sausage put his hands up. "I know. He did have me in his clutches. However, not anymore. I refuse to support him."

Pearl butt in. "Wait. Maybe you should stay loyal to him."

Both boys turned on her. "WHAT?!" They scream, and she puts her hands on her hips defensively.

"Let me explain. Maybe, you stick around for a bit, see how deep he has his claws in her, try to dig her out from the inside. Obviously keep yourself safe from the corruption, but you could try to pull Gem out faster."

Sausage grins. "That's great! I could go try to talk to her now!"

Fwhip humphs, folding his arms and looking away.

Pearl sighs, nodding to Sausage and he takes off, while she puts an arm around Fwhip. "Hey.... we're going to bring her back to us. Okay? Do you wanna stay with me?"

She was going to wait for him to answer, but realized he'd probably decline. "Nevermind. Let's put it this way. You're staying in Gilded Hilenthia with me. Alright? Go pack."

[byierficrecs]

just wanted to pop over and say that i love this blog so so much; I love getting to see creators, especially lesser-known ones, in the spotlight. As someone who has been writing fanfiction for over a decade and has gotten very little recognition for it (relative to other stories in my fandoms, that is) it's always very discouraging to see my stats stagnate whilst so many other people who are arguably at the same level as me getting so much more attention and love.

I'm not really in a place (mentally or financially) to be commissioning art for my fics, so seeing your little graphics for all the fics people recommend make me so so happy. I'm obsessed with the one you did for my fic; but they are all always so cute. And it's just nice to see someone spreading positivity in a way that is broad and fair (i'm a libra, lol) and doesn't put anyone down in the process <3

Yeah sorry this is kinda rambly but just like, I was seriously considering not writing for this fandom anymore because it feels like no one cares about my blog or my writing or anything; but then I found this blog and it reminded me why I write, and reinspired my love of what I do.

So thanks <3333333

ngl, this actually made me tear up a little. i've also been writing for various fandoms for a while and i know how discouraging the low interactions can be overtime. it really is a matter of luck half the time and no matter how much effort you put into something, it's impossible to know if anyone will care or if you'll be yelling into the void.

and sometimes, fandom makes it worse. the obsession some people have with numbers, not willing to dedicate their time to anything that's not already popular can be quite upsetting, and the bad habit some people have of pitting authors and works against each other is, indeed, extremely stressful.

i've seen it in other fan groups; it is an unfortunate constant all across the internet, i think. but this fandom in particular can be quite cruel and sometimes it drains my creative energy altogether. i assume it's the same for others. and nevermind the hyper-criticism and high standards, sometimes people are hurtful in their effort to support some creators and it's baffling. i even started this whole thing (twt account and blog) as a response to someone ranking fics. and i know they meant no ill, but for many it is saddening to know you'll never be in one of those "best fics" things.

(and before anyone says anything, yes, people should write for themselves, first and foremost. however, the act of actually posting a story for the internet to see is a little unnerving, and the biggest reward is to get feedback. to get none is quite crushing.)

alas, i can only hope that this thingy makes some writers happy. be it that more people check a story (not in my control) or the authors simply get a graphic of dubious quality, i hope i can make some people smile at least for a few minutes. know that at least you got one reader checking out your hard work, and that i love every single story that has been sent.

,,,see, now you got me all rambly x.x anyway, i'm happy to know i could help a little, and i'm so glad you didn't stop writing <3 if it's not much to ask, would it be possible to know who this is? i won't share that if you don't want me to, but this really brightened my day and it has filled me with determination to try to do better (in writing and in making the graphics) :]

[deadxlv]

Far Away Soul, White Cold Star 💫

Chapter: 14 “Line Scathed..Broken Forth, Betrayed by one’s own Blood and the Hunter finds its Prey..”

Desperation to fix wrought wrong- Misunderstandings of future past..who's choice it was to make me such an unstable mess. Can feel it again..the same sensation of endless judgement, I've done nothing wrong..why should it be me judged so harshly for my mistakes..if only they could see i-

Brimstone platform rests your corpse, let ablaze circle your encompassed fate as you take your first steps to being You..Again.. just listen, you need to focus your sights on higher Boy- you just need to wake.. WAKE UP!

  Consciousness back on and Eyes wide open I stare out into what feels like a empty abyss of darkness filled with the ever so peering eyes of whom which to castrate my existence for their own sake. Yanking with his remaining strength Hijìn would look around the stone platform he was layed down upon wanting to know what the hell is going on. With scars and bruises all over his nude body except for a small sash around his waist we're all he had on, the runic symbols painted on his body began to glow a deep yellow and started to burn on his flesh, searing of the runes deep in his flesh by some strange power caused the Human to yell out in agony- writhing and yanking on the chains to try and be set free.

  Forceful pull on the chains caused a loud ringing noise to echo in the chamber with Hijìn growling like a feral animal covered in those burning symbols now ceasing, contrary to his own beliefs the Race of super predators were watching him this whole time in the darkness of the room seeing how he would react to this specific form of torture. Grabbing the chains and wrapping them around his hands and wrists, Hijìn would clench his teeth growling and begin to start pulling inwards trying his best to break out of the imprisonment. It had no effect and his nettling screams just proved the point he's nothing more than a diseased dog ready to be left for slaughter.

  Out from the shadows lingering above a large figure would fall down and crash down on the platform right in front of Hijìn looking down at him with its cold yellow eyes, the clanking of chains ringing in the air followed by the humans animalistic growling sounded like a dying rodent to this being, going so far to remove its cloak and expose itself to the human who could now only keep one eye open from the pain to stare back at this thing. Losing all self respect and urgency Hijìn thrusted his arm trying to strike at the other only a foot away just to be stopped by the limited reach of the chains interlocking segments, the Being simply bent down on one knee to match Hijìn's height and pitied him going so far to grab the human by the hair and slowly raise him up to stand properly.

  Blood splatter and no remorse the Being folded its ears back and sniffled along the humans neck, behind the ear, and even the hair, passing it's hard skull like head along the humans worn down burnt skin. Hijìn jerked his head away still snarling like a feral animal that he was, the Being responding by snarling back and taking a step away from the boy- until it began to beat its pectoral muscles. One thump, two, no three, even eight, it beat its chest like an ape huffing air almost panting loudly like a display of dominance towards the human- Hijìn stopped for a second in confusion, breathing heavily from his behavior and wounds only to start using the pounding to grow even more and more annoyed.

Hèr' La Pov:

Narrow corridors and void of any noise is what the living quarters of these animals sounded like- being mute has truly changed their way of life in such a way she couldn't even wish it upon her enemies. Turning a corner she would be right behind two standing guard to what seemed to be a sealed chamber, 'Wow I expected this place to be pack full of guards..no whole populous of people or animals.. the uh uhm.. they need a name- Nevermind I can do that later I just need to get across them and reach Hijìn before they kill him', Hèr' La would jump into the open and stand confidently in front of the two guards pointing at them with her black nails. "Hey you Big Bulky Canine skull monster people uh Idk what else to call you- Let me In! I demand entrance!".

  The two guards would look at one another than stare back at her and not move simply, standing their at post not sure of how to respond to such a demand. Hèr' La took a step forward with intent to do harm, but before she could even act upon it the sealed door where she believed Hijìn was stored in got slammed so hard from the inside it hit the two guards pushing them forward a bit, the guards turned around and punched the door back in place only for more hits from inside to push back causing the locks to begin to break off flying off behind them. Seeing this, Hèr' La would go around the corner and hide behind it trying not to get squashed into a blueberry Strawberry swirl by a flying metal door, the two guards holding back as much as they could with each pound at the door breaking it further and off till it was only them supporting the door from opening. The sound of heavy guttural thumping building up behind the door step by step by step..wait- A Massive explosion echoing out a loud roar ripped the door and the wall itself off its supports launching the two guards into the end of the corridor crushed beneath the doors weight, Hèr' La turning heel and running inside with this new free pass without even having to break a sweat.

  A single floor was all that was in this chamber, reinforced walls of a thick dark strong metal, and a pathway above were all that this chamber were to offer- the further in Hèr' La went she could notice the other being standing right in front of Hijìn's weakened body. Yet, something wasn't right with that specific one, it had a strange pulsing body covering aura, the strength it got from such a mystical technique granted it immeasurable levels of power and durability. 'These damn oi vivoùi people, mute bastards and their secrets- I need to get off this platform and get him out of there before that damn dog rips him limb from Limb!'. A chained wooden door kicked down and launched across the chamber slamming against the metal walls alerted the Being, Hèr' La would grit her teeth and face this enemy who stood in the way of what she wanted to achieve...Rescue the Human. The Being punched its other hand clenching it and cracking its knuckles before dropping its aura out of nowhere and falling to one knee, weakness perhaps? or was it her own power which rendered it unable to fight back? Unknown until it rose it's beige and dust covered skull-like head and to Hèr' La surprise it spoke to her..

"Queen of the Dual suns..my own mistakes for trespassing upon your own path- it is mine and mine alone the reason for this misunderstanding if you could only understa-.."

  Hèr' La's lip quivered in fear for but a moment seeing this strange unique species out of nowhere have a one in a billion sextillion All Father knows how far it could go..actually speak- and fluently, she stepped back in shock never in her life hearing of such a incident for as long as she has lived. "W-ww..wait you..you Spoke?! How?! Answer me how your species is mute how can you speak?!". Hèr'La demanded feeling incredibly uncomfortable from this whole situation looking around if anyone else was hiding around them to then turning back around and the Being planted its hand on the ground still bowed down.

"Is is my Vex your highness..bestowed upon me at birth- a curse for being Sun born rather that gifted with the majesty of Mother Fate herself...like my brethren who've abandoned me for my vex of speech.."

The ground shook with the force of Hèr'La's stomp in frustration from what was just stated, 'a Oi Vivońoi clan member birthed in the time of suns? Ridiculous how could something happen- calling it a vex..I should kill him for his statements', Hèr'La thought as she stared down at the hulking individual. The Being shaken up from her stomp would step back in cowering only to realize at the corner of its eyes the Human would slowly come out of the shadows of the rooms with its chains completely broken off, Hèr'La's nails extended a few cm like small razors as she stepped closer growing immensely irritated from what that animal just told her that being born on the same time she had was nothing less but a curse. The Being slightly rose up causing Hèr' La to hide her hands behind her back not realizing that something off was again plaguing the Human, Hijìn had his fists clenched so tightly his hands poured with blood from his nails digging into his flesh, his body trembled violently as he stood as if something inside him was trying to escape once more, eyes going white for just an instance, and with the slow looming red aura around his body Hijìn would plant his feet on the ground breaking the brimstone platform into tiny pieces of ash and rock. Hèr'La turned around too late to react and Hijìn would beat at his body with his knuckles, each strike getting faster and faster, his knuckles striking every muscle on his abdomen until he couldn't hold it in any longer. The instant he struck his pectoral muscle one last time his arms shot back and his stance grew to an offensive position before he would open his mouth and roar out a sonic boom like scream, the roar being so loud it blew the whole chamber into nothing but metal parts and wooden beams sending Hèr'La and the Being tumbling down onto the gigantic tree which the Oi Vivońoi people lived on.

Branches and Debris crashing down on nearby homes and empty settlements in the trees as the echoing roar from the remains of the original chamber knocked down all surrounding trees in its path like if they were toothpicks in the wind. Hèr'La covered her mouth stopping herself from screaming as she went airborne, whole chunks of houses collapsing all around her she couldn't find anyway to get out of this. Just as she was past the halfway point the Being would emerge, swinging branch to branch with its enormous arms it lunged itself into the air catching her just in time, all pieces would fall and destroy the small empty district beneath them. Hèr'La caught a breath of fresh air amidst the rescue wanting to relax herself before IT happens..The Beast skidded down on the ground holding Hèr'La like a child in its arms, ultimately hearing something above him coming closer and closer like a small yell he would reach up with its left arm and catch the small cat Kÿr; Kÿr was in shock and slightly winded from the sudden explosion which knocked him airborne without any explanation just to look down and see a giant werewolf gorilla monster looking creature holding him like a chew tow.

Waving up at Kÿr was Hèr'La nestled in the Being arms slightly tucked under all the fur to keep her safe from the remaining debris falling down around them, "Hey Bucko what the hell happened.. and who are you?! And can you please let me go.." Kyr would say as he jerked in all directions to be set free from the monsters grasp. The Being watched the small feline jitter in its grasp, shoving its skull face against the cats side and sniffing them, "Augh- you reek of fertilizer..and perfume?" The Being would glance down to Hèr'La and ask. "Your Highness..shall I dispose of this nuisance for you..seems quite feral by its crappy appearance.." it said side eyeing the feline. Kÿr thrusted his foot at the Being, kicking their head back until large unique guns would form on his legs and feet, he would pressure them on the Beings face to tried to push back with some resistance. "Don't you EVER say I look like shit- you filthy dog, I look fuckin amazing! unlike your raggedy ass covered in tarps n shit to cover up your gigantic proportions!". The Being snarled back about to respond, ultimately getting interrupted by Hèr'La clearing her throat loudly, "Boys! Enough.. all father and all his name in vain can we get a move on..Kÿr Baby its nice to see you again, but we need to get out of this area before..before, wait where is Hijìn?!".

  Chunks of remaining buildings fell in his wake, crumbling of the trees support fell at his feet, but he never wavered. The glare in his eyes pierced through your will as he was finally exposed amidst all the destruction, time slowed down as the others turned around and saw him, a gigantic circular home came breaking through the canopy above and in that same instance not even changing his fixture on the others would thrust his hand in the air catching the structure with ease. The ground beneath him crumbled under the weight of the building, a burrowing of his brow and he tossed the building to the side causing the ground to tremble as it exploded from all the parts inside combusting; Hèr'La would sit up and gaze at the Human come over and easy toss whole multi-dozen floored buildings like they were but a bag of leaves, "Guys we got to move, I don't think we can knock him out in this stage we just need to run..Now! unless you want to be fish food" Hèr'La yelled out jumping up a bit out of the Beings grasp grabbing Kÿr and holding him tightly. "Ma'ire Run!". The Being looked at her in shock from what she called him "Y-Your royalty..hhh..How did you know?", Hèr'La side eyed him as best she could with no visible eyes turning around at the forest growing more and more anxious. "It is a birth given ability..like we all have- now Ma'ire..fuckin..RUN!".

  Ma'ire instinctually ducked just in time as a gigantic branch of the tree was used as a club to swing at them, with a animalistic roar Hijìn would start to run at them on all fours building speed the further he ran, Ma'ire clutched Hèr'La and Kÿr tightly as he began to run away into the underbrush. In his wake, Hijìn knocked over anything in his way without even batting an eye, be it boulders, trees, metal beams, anything in his way was shoved back from the strength he possessed after he did the same transformation Ma'ire did in the chamber. The monsters home, their nation was rendered nothing but a half standing tree fort after Hijìn's monsterous roar that shook it till it couldn't hold no more. Countless were injured, unknown how many were killed, and betrayal in the wind all that was known is that now his bounty is complete I can finally take a shot.

  Charging on ahead Ma'ire blown through the woods with grace, he knew these forests all his life and making such a mistake would be child's play in his eyes. Kÿr wrapped his arms around Hèr'La's waist as he tried to get a peek at what was happening around him, Hèr'La slightly jumped from the feeling as she looked down and saw a half awake scared cat unsure of what to do, "It'll be okay Kÿr, I'm sure we can find a way to fix our friend up and get him back to normal..", her arms wrapping around Kÿr back and head, resting the cats head on her large chest. Ma'ire would jump over a ledge to cross a river beneath them only for Hijìn to appear and nearly tackle them midair, Ma'ire snarled and kicked the human back spinning in the air just as he got across, Hijìn tumbled on the river bank, swerved, and proceeded in his chase. Hèr'La would turn around to meet eyes with Hijìn and all she saw was unwavering unadulterated hatred stemming from deep inside his own soul, it genuinely scared her..how could someone hold so much hatred in their hearts..why would they..what has he experienced to feel this way. So many questions lingered on in her mind except for one fatal miscalculation...a small glint of green whizzing past her cheek, the moment she realized what just passed by her she would grab Ma'ire's chest and push down as best she could just to make him land.

Large crash at the opposite of the rivers edge as Ma'ire collapsed rolling down onto the ground leaned against a large rotting tree trunk, a pounding of small hands against his chest he glanced to see golden tears stream down Hèr'La's cheeks as all she can say is, "TAKE COVER!!!!". Grabbing anything he could to shield his body, Ma'ire tried to comply as best he could but it was a little too late for him and the living life forms of the forest. From the heavens above the forest millions upon millions of jade arrows would rain down on everything in milliseconds, arrows stabbed into Ma'ire's back and arms as he used his own body to shield Kÿr and Hèr'La, blood and chunks of his back flying in all directions, him gritting his teeth in abject torture groaning to pure yelling with his mouth closed to hold in the pain as best he could. Hèr'La would finally scream as she cried out into the empty rain of death all around them, Kÿr gripping Hèr'La in fear scared and unsure as to what the Fuck is going on.

  The rain had ended and everyone is weak, things are shot and dead, life feels abject and miserable..except for stirring on a nearby tree. Growling with blood pouring out of his mouth, Hijìn was stuck on a tree with a dozen arrows stabbing him against the bark locking him in place, he jerked around in all directions wanting to escape and persist in his assault. Until the glint of silver eyes..dawned on his presence from afar- locking eyes with a animal..and a hunter..

You've finally caught my eye..idiotic little mutt- just your a bit special aren't you..that disease that disgusting filth you have..I want it. Your going to give it to me no matter how many times you try and psyche me out and get away..I've tasted your blood..and now your mine and mine alone~

Forgone..not only your soul..but your heart and body are MINE!!

[sirsparklepants]

your blorbo venn diagram is genuinely good and funny; it will live in my head forever. the people trying to harass you need to touch grass

Aww, thank you! It's delightful to me that my personal blorbo formula is relatable to so many people. I'm not bothered by shit people say about me on the internet, so don't worry about me. They can yell into the void if that floats their boat; it don't make no nevermind to me.

[silverjetsystm]

Solo's wound. Grant let him rattle his words, condescending coke fueled non-conversation. Clearly, ironic understatements was lost on this one. Moonstone rolls in sockets, scarred and unblemished brows rising the longer he spins, pearls bared in a smile, arms crossed, flexing muscles wrapped in bottle green wool. No really. Illuminate him on what he already knows. Industry runs on blow, slakes thirst on liquor. Wall Street's the same. Stocks, budgets, bottom line. Stress. Finance divas don't compare to celebrities.

"I look." Curt, firm, same volume he had prior. Who cares if they make garbage? The endless remakes, four quadrant paint by the numbers nostalgia bait is not what he's looking for. The controversies and public opinion polls. He sees. Hand out in a silent demand for the bottle, cold coins meeting pupil void. Admitting one cares in a talk is the first one to lose. Implication remains. Does Solo react to subtext? Flat lips, straight spine, he stands his ground. 

"Picked you. That's what they'll say, isn't it." Lay down with the dog, wake up with fleas. Keenly aware, bottle dangling from his hand, brushing against his tie. Sabbatical would be a word for it. Whispers over the divorce, custody agreement rumors, long silences, erratic behavior dog him. Mental health facility which everyone assumes rehab. 

"Let's review." Iceberg tone. "You assume I came here to gladhand and sought you out to pitch to?" Take an egocentric prick, fuel him with blow and booze, and he thinks the world revolves around him. Cancelled twice. Infamous. "If not Renalla. Which..." Crooked nose wrinkled. "Certainly not." Blood soaked bills 'r something loses its appeal when Grant already had a heap of Spector's. Washed decade plus ago. Maybe that's why he impulsively went off at Renella's instead of someone he respected.

Being seen, schmoozing and connecting serves its purpose. It isn't particularly about the money. His 'day job' figures out where the money is going and sets a trend that way. Passion over breaking even fuels this work. "Need I remind you, you followed me."

Nevermind he still has the screenwriter's pitch deck in his phone's emails. Frozen pre-production madness. The board’s all set, bringing those he's worked with in the past. "So, no. I am not going to cure your boredom that way." Now, he takes long swigs. Light changes, plunging glossy pink eyeshine to red-tinged scotch brown.

“Now, if you had asked nicely, I would have been happy to drop the logline. Talk a little over dinner. But I’m…” Steven Grant has never thrown a punch and he won’t start now. Steven Grant doesn’t yell. Limbs vibrate, free knuckles pop. Dart to the Kamel. Macallan tide down the hatch. His own laughter, bitter. “Well. A pitiful chew toy. Tonight’s entertainment. Not talent. Am I warm, Solo?”

@kylo-wrecked

A snort. Not entirely unkindly. 

"Grant, we crossed implications eons ago already. We drove the car right off the dickin' cliff. Jesus. Grease your gears, will you?"

Do his eyes shine like ossified insects dripped in amber? 'Cause holy mother of God, they feel ancient and sick with power. Ancient and buzzing, but not enough of a buzz. His hands shuffle, spidery in the dark, and then he clears another bump off the edge of his thumb.

"I'm fucking with you." Ben sniffs, sizes Grant up, and checks him out with a long, somber look. "I mean. You are impulsive, aren't you? Somewhere under that suit. If you're trying to save face, why sneak down here with me, right? Why, 'cause I pushed a drink in your hand? What're we, thirteen?" 

Between the double-issue-heavy theft scandal and his little accident, Ben wasn't exactly pristine. There'd never been a shine on him to buff. You don't try and groom a dog that bares its teeth, and you're brainless if you do.

"Nella's wealthy. Blood money'r something," he mouths on, turning slightly toward the Brown. Aquiline marble in the floodlights of a passing truck. A strange, detailed bust in Renella's impressive collection. Grant's straightforwardly toothsome and gets teeth. "Why not schmooze him? He produces. Garbage and porn, but. Grant. Between here and Hollywood? Who's looking?" 

Ben turns and closes the space. Between him and Grant is a bottle and about two feet.

"Who's looking?" He repeats. Ben is, blown black eyes unmoving. Flat on Grant's teal moonbeams. "Who cares?" He smiles. Shark teeth. Dogtooth. He passes Grant the bottle with a cold hand.

"Everyone goes on a sabbatical at some point or risks showing their colors. People in these cities who don't..." Ben shrugs. "Renella's been riding Warhol's coattails for thirty years. I've been canceled twice. You pick your battles." 

His hand clings to the Macallan's body and doesn't release when Grant receives it. 

"Looks like you picked me."

Now the hand recedes, like some pale, eyeless deep sea crab, back into the dark, strung on Ben's waistline. 

"And since you did," he says, with a princely, partially psychotic air, "I want to hear about the movie. Because I'm bored. Because you're—hah," a quaint look from Ben; eyebrows lifted and a pinch patronizing. "Well."

Then he finally stops talking. 

@silverjetsystm

[ronpatrash]

Kagehara weekend day 3: silence/fire

I wanted something to match with the previous one, so I drew Shuichi fighting back and it came out a lot more suggestive than I intended im sorry

Think of it as the detective trying to silence the murderous voice inside him

[bluedancingkittykat]

been reminiscing lately and i remembered this one time in middle school, i went to go talk to the school cop;

I don’t remember all of the details, but I do remember that I was super anxious and that I had to psych myself up for this. I had asked for the door to be closed because this was a private matter. I took a deep breath and I said,

“I think I’ve been emotionally abused.”

“Yeah, that’s hard to prove, nothing we can do sorry :/”

[kamilicni-caj]

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[softcorememories]

𝘞𝘢𝘺 𝘋𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘞𝘦 𝘎𝘰. Part. 2

pairing : Tangerine x fem!reader

Warnings : mentions of blood, violence, alcohol, excessive amount of swear words and sexual words. + SMUT.

NB : This is my work. I will not accept plagiarism.

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𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 ...

 It was only 9 a.m, the eyes of Lemon were feeling so heavy with the light sleep he had that he almost jumped of surprise by seeing Tangerine frantically tapping out of nervousness on the table before him.

- Jesus fucking Christ what are you... ? Nevermind. I will do my breakfast. said the other twin while looking at his brother weirdly and grabbing a cereal pack then pouring some milk in a bowl before putting the cereals in.

 The man didn’t stop thinking about his female opponent who is also or was almost his ex because technically in Lima they weren’t a thing. Not totally. They never admitted their feelings to each others but the two days that past since their latter encounter made Tangerine questions his life more than twice, fuming out of frustration while looking at the void.

This woman was so pervasive, so intoxicating, now that he had seen her face precisely, he realised how much the image of her figure in this dress with its bare back remains plasticising and well imprinted in his thoughts. Intrusive thoughts but pleasant thoughts. It was indeed the first time that a woman remained implanted with such a force, an almost magnetic force, in his rotten brain but frustration took over while because of it. All of his work so far was going to be ruined because now the suitcase will surely be very far away from them and perhaps in another state or another country. Impulsiveness is the adjective that suited him best but in this situation, the man with brown hair was on his knees in front of so much ingenuity. His brother approached him, eating like a little boy his cereals thinking it is the coolest thing ever in the morning.

- Ya know that she will not come to you until you make some effort, she is a Gordon or even a Diesel. You can’t compete, I knew since the start that you had a thing for her in Lima !

- NO I DID NOT ! Tangerine yelled as if he was very offended by the remark his twin just made about him.

- You so were brother. Literally. His amused cough was the subject of their next long bickering until a ring out from nowhere made its entrance. They both shared a taken aback look stopping arguing as if they were at kinder garden, Tangerine took his phone arching an eyebrow as he put the phone on speaker.

- Who the fuck is it ?

- Missed me ? Tangerine. A feminine voice echoed through the phone, the owner was actually smiling knowing very well she was managing the situation perfectly well as her partner is facing her with a grin on the face, making her continue the call as they were standing in front of the hotel the twins are in.

Frankly, he had no idea what to do knowing very well what was going to happen but his eyes became a little more upset wondering why the object of his thoughts only calls today instead of the day before or even after this tumultuous evening. His teeth grind a little more as he had to realise that he was going to have to submit to the desires of his interlocutor who looked determined to end him. His big, rusty hand held the phone so hard that his veins almost come out from under his skin.

- What do you want ?

Her almost petty laughter sent the man to his feet as she looked up to pay attention to the grandeur of the building before her. Sometimes she wondered why her job could be so much fun but boring as possible, initially her disagreement was deep before having to call Tangerine, having no trouble finding his phone number. A few phone calls and that’s it.

- aw... don’t be so harsh on me I am SO fragile... I’m joking get yours and Lemon’s ass out of here and go in the Mercedes. Xoxo.

The lady really liked this dangerous game by taking a small, falsely innocent voice at the beginning of her sentence coming back to a lot of seriousness by stating exactly what was going to happen in the aftermath of today’s events. Her long lashes testify to a great elegance, laughing while hanging up on the nose of her opponent leaving him with this little information she had just given him. Her famous pair of black high heels made their way around the car. While holding the end of her long coat, she entered the car with a long sigh as her partner raised his hand to make her a high five.  

- You’re fucking awesome, Fox, I’m awesome, we’re awesome. High Five ?

Fox raised an eyebrow while lowering her glasses in order to look at him from head to the. She was not playing childish knowing that in barely five minutes the betrayal will arrive in this car behind them.

- OK, no high-five. I get it.

Her mouth was a little open while her manicured hand lifted her pair of sunglasses on her nose in an almost arrogant way while her desperate smile said that the action of her teammate made her really laugh.

- 3 ... 2 ... 1 ...

Fox lifted her index finger as if she was waiting for something she had planned and as she had predicted an incessant noise banging against the tinted window of the car continually, giving a proud look to the blond haired man beside her.

- Told you.

The mistress of the mission smiled kindly waiting for the moment that seemed to be long enough, she heard inaudible words outside the car like a kind of argument, Fox concluded that it must still be the two brothers who behave like kids. Since Tangerine’s betrayal, her mind had deliberately chosen to erase certain memories with these two brainless assassins but what she could perfectly remember was their childishness over really insignificant details.

- Whatcha’ doing Tang’ ? Questioned Lemon as they both held their respective car door cuffs.

- I’m not going in first. You go. The assassin was standing holding the door cuff as if he was paralysed but he simply didn’t want to enter first to not give the impression that he was already being submissive to every decisions Fox will make from now on.

- Seriously ? We are playing this ? I’m not going in first too ! Just go. She called YOU not me tho. The voice of the second brother rises a little describing his kind of panic in the face of the situation and how they were both afraid of the female assassin in the car that was surely accompanied by her partner. He pointed a finger at the pornstache owner, mouthing a ‘ Come on ‘ which Tangerine just stared at for a while before giving a kick onto the wheel of the perfect black Mercedes, frustrated that he had to go first. 

- Finally my boys are here. Her eyes were already looking at both of them, reflecting in the rear mirror of the car.

- I’m not your little boy. The tone in the voice of Tangerine was clearly some kind of hatred and frustration but why would he hate her when he is clearly the one who betrayed her over some stupid business ? 

- Whatever, Lemon I have something for you. Her delicate finger searched something in her purse. A second after a sheet of stickers of Thomas the Tank Engine appears in her left hand coming to extend it to him without really looking at him.

- Is it a limited version? I’m super happy to see you, cross my heart and hope to die. Lemon put his hand on his heart while going back on his seat calmly.

- Oh and sorry for Tangerine he can be super annoying and apparently mute. Stated the fruit while arching an eyebrow at his brother who were looking at the window apparently pissed off.

- Don’t worry. I will make him talk myself. Her voice was shortly cut by her partner who turned on his seat with a huge cocky smile on his face.

- I hope you missed me too. Ladybug finally talked after Fox, he had a past with the twins who were obliviously shocked when they saw his not so old face. The blond haired man was wearing his signature grin on his face knowing very well that especially Tangerine will throw a tantrum. His fingers waved at them while the two brothers were starting to shout not agreeing on working with the blond man that almost killed them in a bullet train.

- You’ve got to be kidding me !!! Tangerine almost ‘ screamed-yelled ‘.

His upper body had risen up really fast seeing the familiar face, he wanted to put a fist in this pretty brash grin that Ladybug wore, his desire to make a mashed insect was not at all foreign to his mind. His lips are ajar so the words get stuck in his throat and he couldn’t believe that now Fox was working for him or finally with him. His long fingers run over his moustache, a nervous sign he has adopted since he wore it on his face. Finally, the tall, dark-haired man leaned heavily against his seat, closing his mouth, but whispered an insult before Ladybug started to drive to a place where the twins have no information.

 Fox didn’t really talk to them and chat with his blond-haired partner happily, it was obvious that they had a certain chemistry but nothing will happen between them, that’s for sure. The two assassins do not want to get together or even try something because their bond is purely complicit and platonic. 

To be honest Ladybug is not the kind of guy the young woman likes, she likes men who have a very male side almost macho without it being so. A dominant side but who knows how to treat her like a princess, it was ideal for her. Physically, Tangerine is the type of man she prefers and it’s hard to admit it but seeing him today did something to her because she could not deny her attraction towards him. His medium-long brown hair thrown back and moustache give him that little extra that made her thighs rub against each other. Ladybug’s hand was a little too often on Fox’s lap and thigh during the journey, which had the ability to arouse Tangerine’s curiosity and growing jealousy. The car ride was silent until they got in front of a building or more of a house, all of them got in with Ladybug and Fox explaining which rooms are what then doing their own business until another meeting will be announced.

She could feel Tangerine’s eyes on her figure as she made her way to the small stairs, with a helping hand, her heels free her thin feet now ready to climb up the steps. The sensation of her adversary's eyes is different, a sensation of having gone over to the X-ray, she felt naked under this so persistent look. To test him, provoke him, Fox bent down showing her entire rear to him before taking her pair of heels softly. Her room was big enough for her but her eyes fell on the silk gray sheets, it is perfect. 

The assassin looked over both sides as if he verified if there was anyone in the living room to see what he saw just now. His breath was stuck like a cork in his throat, the curves so well drawn of the sublime young creature call him in distress. He had the impression that he had to do something but the man wants explanations, the provocation towards him is quite unpleasant for him. This pretext seemed right to arrive in front of her room, a quick wrist move and his body was in the room. 

The atmosphere quickly changed, the two protagonists feel the presence of each other perfectly but yet no word comes out before his hoarse voice due to the cigarette takes the lead while he locks the door of the room behind him. Why? His instinct speaks for him.

- Do you fuck ? You and the bug ?

A sexual tension reigns masterfully in the air as the sole of his shoes comes dangerously close to his interlocutor.

- I can see he can’t hold his hand in his pocket. I wouldn’t be surprised if he screw you from time to time.

That snarky comment made the woman laugh in disbelief with her left eyebrow lifted and turn on her heels to face the dangerous man, she couldn’t believe that HE was asking her that tons of questions. Tangerine didn’t have the single right to ask her that intimate question even if it’s false. 

- So what if it would be true ? Why do I have to answer you ? That he fucks me so well that my walls are stretched open every time for him after every fucking single mission ? His hands all over me , cupping my breast ?

The impression of seeing everything red was more than euphemism, the words she use to describe it were too much to bear and to imagine. His mind was boiling hot from just imagining these sexual scenes between him and her, it was obviously not true if his common sense were tickling but right now he just wanted to make her shut up in billion ways possible. It was his fault, the questions are too much. 

Fox would go on and on to support her point that it was none of his business, but she was quickly cut and edged by a pair of warm lips and lacking attention on her own. All she had time to hear from her partner was his inaudible displeasure. Tangerine could no longer control himself while his beastly side took over his sanity while with his strength, in a fraction of a second, pushed her against the wall only a meter further. The assassin’s baby blue eyes crossed the lust that shines in those of his partner, just the fact that she was ready to get fucked by him made him feel a little harder every second.

- What the hell are you doing to me ? Fuck, Love...

One of his hands just wondered on her body in a incredibly slow motion discovering every inch of it, his pupils grow darker and darker until it looks like a thunderstorm is creating in his gaze, his hungry gaze. He wanted it for so long but he never had the chance to since after his betrayal, Fox disappeared from the radars. Breathing was becoming only harder when he noticed the delicate manicured index of the woman sliding from the top of his belt to his abs then stopping a few seconds until she met his torso skin, grabbing fiercely his golden necklace making their proximity only closer. Some electricity filled the air as the tension between them broke free, Fox locked her eyes with his before ghosting her lips against his making Tangerine going bonkers.

- Shut up.

His hot breath against her face had the incredible gift to send her shivers down her spine. Tangerine smirked as his fingers were climbing up her right leg still looking into her eyes, their chemistry was now one.

- Yes ma’am.

All of his senses were lost in a world he didn’t know the existence, the luxury of touching her skin was blissful as she grind her leg up his right hip to give him more access to her femininity. Breaking their shared look, he dived his face in the crook of her neck making her whimper from desire, letting the young woman be needier as his sloppy kisses against her skin were working more and more on her mind. His moustache created goosebumps on her pale skin making him smirked against it, his touch was devilish as he pushed his fingers into the skin of her thigh putting his left hand onto the wall to have support while giving her some pleasure.

His kisses were trailing down her collarbone without any hesitation, leaving his big red marks everywhere as long as he can prove to that old man Fox had always been his girl. 

Her breath hitch watching Tangerine going down on his knees putting her leg on his shoulder and lifting her dress with his two experimented hands, she played with some locks of his dark slutty hair. Sanity gone, the fellow assassin was facing the wetness soaking the panties of his partner, the bridge of his nose almost touching it.

- So wet for me darling already. 

Fox wanted him more than anything but he talk too much for her liking so she pulled his hair nearer her private area making him slurred, feeling the tightness in his pant and the urge to fuck her on the bed next to them. 

- Fuck. He growl glancing at her bare cunt, his moustache tickling the sensitive pink button, taking a big swig of her juice from the bottom to the top making her moan his name. God, he adored it. The woman of his dreams screaming, moaning, begging him to do more.

Only the pleading whimpers and moans of Fox echoes in the room along with the obscene noises of Tangerine’s tongue. He was sucking her from top to bottom as if it would be the last time they would share a fleshly moment while holding her thighs in his tempting hands as his partner rubbed against his sinful lips as it became more and more brilliant making the grown man groan against her intimacy.

An urgent need to connect fully to her is spreading in the body of the tall brown, he wanted to possess her until the whole city of New York hears the pleasure she took in getting fucked by a fruit. 

Actions were quick when he left her unsatisfied by putting her leg on the ground to just make her jump, putting her legs around his waist. The young woman took the face of what appears to be the man of her life to crush her lips against his playing with the hair at the base of his neck allowing the assassin to penetrate her mouth with the tongue. Both play a game of domination in this kiss as Tangerine threw her on the bed coming to join her quickly by positioning himself above her.

- I want you Tangerine, I always wanted you to fill me.

Fox’s voice was weak, her legs slightly shaking of anticipation, to be honest she heard some rumours about his experience in bed but she never saw THE infamous shaft. 

- And you are going to take it just as the good girl you are , uh ?

Spreading her as a frog, Tangerine unbuckled his belt throwing it somewhere in the room annoyed because it took more seconds than he thought. When his gaze came back on the magnificent creature, she was entirely naked, just for him. Revealing her most simple apparel. In no time at all, the slightly older man undone his shirt and then got rid of it by positioning himself between the thighs of his opposite. The beggars' eyes made him feel especially when he sensed that she was looking at him and his Greek god body. 

He took himself in his right hand stroking it a little before getting himself in front her entrance, without warning her, he slammed into her moaning when he felt how her soft walls fit around his length. She tilted her head into the pillow as his moves were getting a beast-like pace as if they were porn stars, arching her back.

- Are you my good girl Fox? Say it. I want to hear you say it. You’re mine and only mine, okay? No one can fuck you like I do.

- O-yes! Aaah! Tangerine!

The amplitude of the sounds of the young woman’s moans, cries, and prayers grew in greatness as Tangerine’s large hand held tightly to the sheets, it seemed as if he was going to tear them off as his knuckles became white. On the other hand, he was trying different angle until distortion formed on her face, a good sign of pleasure while his thumb was rubbing hastily her clit.

Their climax were increasing each seconds they were in sync , her breast bouncing according to his hips thrusts throwing all of his manhood into it. Tangerine, in contrary to his code name, has the stamina of a broad horse. His mind was totally ejected from reality as his dick pounded into her as f he was going to put a baby into her body. 

In a desperate manner, his head fell into her neck trying to breath normally but it was hard as hell, trying to hold on but he felt the nails of Fox scratching his back making him moan with an hoarse voice into her ear making her shiver.

Both were waiting for this for 3 long years, out of nowhere Fox flipped Tangerine in her position to ride him endlessly making him confused at first but suddenly groan of pleasure feeling the tip of his dick knocking out the infamous sweet spot. Deeper, harder, faster, slower his girl was alternating each pace to make him squirm in his spot. It worked, his grip on her hips was firm as she was also holding his gold necklace giving the man every reason to make her his.

His eyes were facing the bouncing boobs of the young woman, his hunger for lust was inevitable and unstoppable. He wanted to be hers, it was unexpected from him to feel that way because usually he would just make a snarky or cold comment about love relationships. Fox made him sit by pulling him by his necklace meeting her mesmerised eyes they sensed each others feelings just by staring during this moment.

 For a second, he was going all soft for her leaning into her touch when she put her hand on his cheek and kissing him. Tangerine missed her. 

He didn’t want to admit it yet, but deep down his core, he does.

Long minutes after touching, feeling each other’s skin, penetrating and loving. They came both at the same time, then falling onto the mattress after Tangerine got out of her. His dark curly hair were a total mess, one strand fell on his forehead and drops of sweat slowly making their way to his eardrums. 

Fox didn’t know what to think about what just happened, they were both very angry, but this fleshly moment apparently released all this tension as if the words did not need to be said. Her back facing him, she felt two strong arms puling her to his chest feeling his breath on her neck then his pornstache gently ghosting her skin. 

- Are you going all soft Tangerine ?

Her wonderful lips formed a smile snuggling against him as he put his chin on her shoulder. Clearly teasing him.

- Not at all, it’s ... it’s called ...

Lost for words because what she said it’s true, the tall brunette just tried to make a joke but didn’t find any so he sighted in defeat making her giggle, god he loved this sound. 

- I fucking care for ya, yeah ... Happy ?

The assassin couldn’t hold back his soft grin, it managed to make his heart pound a little faster. Thousand kisses on her shoulder, she decided to face him her breast sticking to his rising chest. Who thought they would be cuddling like actual lovers ? 

- Happy.

His strong left arm came surrounding her so little body next to him, the man is clearly overprotective but he didn’t want her to runaway again. His lips crashed on hers, he felt relaxed.