#supreme arch asshole

[justjaymi]

Aziraphale confession?

Perhaps

[hazbinshusk]

43 blitz pretty please

prompt #43: a bloody kiss. (warning for gratuitous violence that's still in the realm of the series content). also requested by the wonderful 🕰️ anon.

“Explain to me again why I’m takin’ a backseat to the bloody stuff while you get to have all the fun.” Blitzø says dryly, an eyebrow arched and his arms folded across his chest as he leans against a nearby tree.

“You want to kill someone, go ahead,” you tell him without taking your eyes away from the contraption you’re setting up. You’re sitting on a high branch above him, tail wrapped around the trunk of the tree for stability as you program the device for the desired height and speed. “Just don’t wander off.”

“Hey, who’s the boss here?”

You smile, still tapping away at the controls. “I thought you wanted to see how this works.”

“Sure, I do,” he shrugs. “But only because you using that brain of yours for murder makes me hard as a fuckin’ rock.”

“Such a gentleman,” you say with dry amusement, finalizing the settings before wrapping your tail around the branch you were sitting on and using it to swing yourself into a somersault and onto the ground. You landed on your feet in front of him. “Trust me, when you see this thing in action, you’re gonna be all like ‘Christ on a stick, that was so hot, I wanna fuck you so bad right now, holy shit.”

He raises a brow, trying to keep his delight at your terrible vocal impression off of his face. “Uh-huh.”

You wink, kissing his cheek before shoving him out into the open. “Trust me. And don’t linger once they spot you.”

“Spot me? The fuck?!” he shouts, offended. “Since when am I the bait? Do I fuckin’ look like Mox to—”

He cuts off as gunfire cracks the night air, ducking automatically before it sounds again.

“Oh, shii-IT!”

Blitzø dives for the bushes behind him, and you hear him scrabble towards you just as the mob of gun-wielding assholes you’d been sent to take out burst into the clearing. Blitzø is breathless as he crawls up beside you and looks supremely unimpressed.

“Y’know, next time you wanna—”

“Shh!” you hush him, smacking a hand over his open mouth. Your tail switches in anticipation behind you as you watch the yokels edge closer into range. Blitzø sighs against your palm impatiently. “Okay… three… two… one…”

You slam your other hand down onto the button in the centre of your controller, and the metal ball you’d suspended above them opens, expanding into a wire net that drops like a solid grate, shredding each and every one of the men beneath it like they were made of butter. Blood explodes out of them, drenching the two of you in hot, red wetness.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” you cheer, jumping up from where you crouched. “That’s what I’m talking about!”

Blitzø stands, blinking blood out of his eyes and he stares at the massacre incredulously.

“Christ on a fucking stick, that was fucking hot.” he laughs. “Holy shit!”

“Close enough,” you grin, smile widening as Blitzø grabs you by the waist and pulls you into a torrid, hungry kiss.

He tastes of blood and you don’t care, still burning with adrenaline as his tongue tangles with yours messily, his hands clutching at your ass. You jump up against him to wrap your legs around his waist and Blitzø pushes you back against the nearest tree roughly, thrusting his hips up into yours. His tail wraps around yours tightly, pressing the spades of them together.

You laugh into his mouth as Blitzø moans, breaking the kiss to catch your breath. Blitzø’s mouth moves to your neck, heedless of the blood coating your skin as he licks and sucks at your flesh.

“Fucking knew you’d be turned on by this, you horny little freak,” you tease and Blitzø rewards the comment by sinking his teeth into your neck. “Shouldn’t we be meeting back up with M&M right about now?”

He scoffs against your skin, squeezing your ass. “Who?”

You roll your eyes, taking his face in your hands. The blood is warm and sticky under your palms, and he grins wolfishly up at you, grinding up against you tauntingly. Your eyes roll back at the sensation for a second before you sigh. “Fine. You’ve got fifteen minutes.”

“Oh, shit yeah!” he sneers, and you laugh again, the sound turning to a moan as he smashes his lips back to yours.

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[sarahowritesostucky]

Kinktober, day 25:

Blackmail | Teacher x Student | Crying

Rated: Teen

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: flirting, innuendo, age gap, silverfox!Steve

Word Count: 640

Summary: "You know, you're pretty spry. For an older fellow."

A.N.: This was inspired by this fanart, by @pineapplebread

"... You know, you're pretty spry. For an older fellow."

At the sound of Barnes' voice, Steve's mouth quirks up from where he's got his back turned and has just started unwrapping his left hand. He pauses and asks, "You want to go a few rounds?"

There's a pause of consideration, and then, "No."

Steve scoffs, keeps unwrapping. "You scared?"

"Of losing? No," Barnes says. "But I'm just not sure."

Steve arches an eyebrow. "Not sure of what?"

"Of how sore a loser I might wind up bein', to you."

Steve smiles in confusion and turns around, wrapping up the binding. There stands Barnes, looking like the personification of a smarmy, cocksure grin as always. The little asshole's got the nerve to wear a Red Star Dojo tank in here, though it looks damn good on him, as do the grey sweatpants that hug right below his hipbones and show off his thighs and ass just so. Steve gives him an unimpressed look. "I've seen you take your punches, kid. You ain't a sore loser."

Bucky's eyes gleam as he bites his lip and lets it drag back out between his teeth. "I'm twenty-nine, you know."

"Twenty-nine's a kid to me."

"I'm sure it is, Grandpa."

Steve grins, invigorated by the sheer audacity of the kid, as always. But then he tells him honestly, "You're not a sore loser, Buck. You don't go down often, and when you do you're always graceful."

Bucky's grin widens as he folds his arms and leans back against one of the dojo's wooden pillars. "Oh yeah," he purrs. "I always take it real graceful, when I wind up underneath a guy." Both of Steve's eyebrows rise at the kid's innuendo, his level of daring. Bucky shoots him a wink. "That's not what I meant by being a 'sore' loser."

Steve scoffs quietly and looks down. "Oh I see."

"Do you?"

He shakes his head in amusement. This kid. "You're kind of hard to miss."

"I like to think so."

"You know: subtlety's an artform."

"Is it though?"

"Mm. Vastly undervalued in Western cultures."

Bucky's grin turns boyish. "Well that's what I'm here for. To get cultured."

"Is it?" Steve smirks. "I thought you were here to perfect the art of insubordinance."

"That's not a word."

"Beat the crap outa my students."

"I am your student."

"You're my headache," Steve drawls, walking over to where Bucky's leaning against the beam. He gets close, but Bucky doesn't move. He gets very, very close—pointedly close—fully aware of how the kid perks up in anticipation. "Take that shirt off," Steve murmurs. "Now." Bucky's eyes go bright and he bites his lip, looking delighted. Steve's mouth twitches. "Now."

Bucky's quick to obey, pulling the tank top overhead and dropping it to the floor. "Now what?" he breathes eagerly.

Steve leans in, close, lingering centimeters from Barnes' lips for a long, fraught moment. "Now ... Go grab a tank from the merch counter," he whispers. "And don't let me fuckin' see you in here in anything but the Howlies logo, from now on."

Bucky appears to have stopped breathing. His eyes go big and confused, and Steve is so supremely satisfied, he has to fight to keep a straight face. "Go on," he says, straightening up and taking a step back. He ticks his head towards the counter and then turns away all casual-like, smirking where Bucky can't see as he begins to unwrap his other hand.

Behind, Bucky makes a disbelieving sound—like a scoff, but without any breath left in his lungs to put behind it. His bare feet are silent on the tatami, but Steve's ears pick up an quietly huffed, "unbelievable," and when he looks over his shoulder a few seconds later, Barnes is gone.

He sighs and heads for the locker room, shaking his head fondly and murmuring, "Brat."

Please go check out @pineapplebread's page and artwork! That's the whole point of fanart appreciation drabbles💖

Fanart Appreciation drabbles masterpost

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Do-Over-December 24th. Santa And Spanking. "Stuff My Stocking." Freddy Kreuger X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

So close to the end of December! This is the last Freddy one for the season, I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did. I forgot how like actually fucking perfect this one is! I adore it, like a real stand out from Kinky December.

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Rating. Explicit. Length 2.8K. (Old Length. 2.6K.) Warnings. Implied Established Long Term Hook Up. Dom And Sub Dynamics. Bad Jokes. Vaginal Fingering. Tease And Denial. Cock Warming. Being Watched. Restrained Reader. Public Sex. Degradeation. Dirty Talk. Begging. Biting. Asking For Permission. Squirting. Punishment. Spanking. 

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Above all things, Freddy Krueger is an asshole opportunist, and you had given him the perfect in, something he simply could no pass up.

He got the idea a while back and knew just how to spring it on you. Thing is you two could joke a lot, being with the burnt fucker supreme you had to be down for that after all. Him being with someone dead serious who couldn’t take a joke? Yeah, no way would that work.

Thing is, he had no intention of warning you of what he had planned. Where would be the fun in that for him? Because while you had been together with Freddy for a while, and he was capable of caring for you, Lord knows his needs came first, and bad jokes mixed with chances to mess with you were top priority for him. 

Now how about where it went from there? You fall asleep and arrive to him in a dream as per usual. 

You and he hooked up often, and you were expecting more of the same, and you had been right, tonight had been no exception. He wound you up in the usual fashion, talking on and on, getting closer and closer, the threat of him touching you teasing you long before he actually laid his hands on your skin. You were practically aching for it by the time he had you under him, his hands on your hips, blades of that glove chilling you through the thin nighty you had worn to bed. His mouth on your neck, bites and marks left on sensitive flesh, fingertips rough as they dipped below soft silk and dragged over you. 

This non-gloved hand trailed ever lower until it came to rest between your thighs, his palm pressed to you, and you arched into the touch, pushing back against him, hungry for more contact already. He allowed it, pressing back onto you, permitting you to grind on his open hand, only once though before his hand pulled back, making you want to whine out in protest. 

That want to protest was squashed when he pulled the crotch of your panties aside, you held your breath as you felt his fingers brush over bare damp skin, skating through your folds, another bite laid on your throat, and you waited to feel it. To feel his fingers slipping inside of you, and you waited with a barely restrained shiver of pure anticipation, “You want it?”

“Mmm” A positive hum from you, an attempt to squirm your hips, entice his fingers to plunge into you, but his gloved hand tightened on your hip and stopped that easily. You fully expected to feel it, feel his fingers inside of you, and instead you felt something entirely different. Him completely moving off of you. 

“I feel like you can do better than that.”

You wanted to groan out in complete frustration, you just wanted him to touch you already, he was making you work for it. You sat up on the bed he has conjured and knocked you back onto earlier, you laughed out of surprise from what you saw.

Eyes landing on him, Freddy Krueger himself, sitting in a very comfortable looking chair, and decidedly not wearing his usual outfit. The red and green sweater was actually appropriate for once considering the holiday season but in the blink of an eye from him being off you to you sitting up he was dressed in a full Santa get-up, sans beard thank God, because THAT would be too much. You couldn’t help it, you laughed, immediately, hand covering your mouth. The laughter went on for almost too long, leaving you gasping for breath, when your hands fell away and the giggling stopped, you asked, “Freddy, what the fuck?”

“What?” He wasn’t wearing his usual glove, black leather gloves on both hands instead, he gestured with one of his hands, asking it in a voice of mock confusion. He knew damn well what, he was just playing dumb for the joke, he had to know how ridiculous he looked.

“What do you mean, what?! What are you wearing?” You exclaimed with a broad gesture of your hands. He laughed and shook his head before saying, “I’m trying to get into the holiday spirit. You always say I should be more generous, who’s more generous than that jolly old fuck?”

You had said that, but this wasn’t what you had in mind. There had to be something else to this. Something more to this bit. You were intrigued. You question it, “Sorry for the doubt here, Freddy, I just can’t believe you want to actually GIVE me something.”

He scoffed and seemed almost offended as he fired back to you,“What? I can’t want to give back on occasion?”

Anyone other than him? Sure that would make sense but there had to be something to this, there just HAD to be. It was up to you to figure out what he had in mind with this. He waved for you to come over, “C'mere.”

He smirked and said, air quotes and all, “Sit on ‘Santa’s’ lap and tell him whatcha want.”

You got up off the bed with a roll of your eyes, taking the step forward to be right in front of him, you asked, “And if I say no?”

One of his hands on your hip, grip firm and his other hand slipped between your thighs once more, pressing to your dripping core. You gasped, you were so sensitive, still very worked up and needy, and him touching you only reminded you of it. 

He rubbed slow teasing circles over your clit, and you bit your bottom lip at the feeling, he took his time, touching and teasing you, letting you get a feel for it, feeling the warm low simmer pleasure inside. Then his fingers dipped lower, two diving inside your soaked hole and your eyes wanted to roll back at the feeling of it, you could feel it would be a challenge to stay standing and then before you could have another singular thought his fingers hooked, and he pulled you forward closer using his fingers inside of you. 

You nearly stumbled, both hands flying out and resting on either side of his head on the back of the chair, much closer, he was looking up into your eyes and growled out, “Naughty girls, who refuse to ask for things properly, don’t get what they want for Christmas. They get sent home, with nothing.”

Oh, fuck. You hated the idea of that.

His fingers curled inside of you, pressing to that spot inside that made your blood sing, and you felt your resolve weaken. Knees weaken and eyes wish to roll back. You would have to go along with whatever thing he wanted if you had any hope of proper relief. The idea of waking up alone in the cold, dark of your bedroom, tangled in your sheets and futility attempting to give yourself even half the pleasure he could provide sounded truly awful. Your own fingers wouldn’t measure up, no where close to it, not even on an average day as of late, they consistently fell short; but after a night where he had his hands on you? Then it really was a joke, and one nearly as bad as the one he was currently foisting on you, certainly not a funny one to be sure. 

His thumb brushed your clit as his fingers curled inside once more, and you breathed out his name and his fingers slipped out of you, and you cursed, wanting to beg for more. 

He didn’t break eye contact, hand coming up, leather clad fingers slipping into his mouth and he gave a nod towards his lap that suggested, “Well?”

You hesitated still. Looking down at him, in that ridiculous soft red fabric, trimmed with fluffy white and the gloves and boots, Jesus, it was ludicrous. 

He rolled his eyes with a huff and said, “I have a way to make it more…Enticing for you.”

Oh, did he?

He palmed himself through his pants, and that certainly got your attention, he chuckled from the reaction such a simple act pulled from you. 

“Get that shit out of the way.” You did so, sliding the nightgown up, and then he quickly turned you around, and you heard the shuffle of clothes, and he pulled you down, he lined you up just right so when you sat down on his lap you were impaled on his cock. Your panties had still been pulled to the side, so there was nothing in the way. You couldn’t restrain the moan that spilled from your mouth, gasping his name, fully seated in his lap and on his cock, it felt fucking wonderful after so much build up. 

Your back was pressed to his chest, his arms around you, one hand on your stomach and one groping one of your tits through your nightgown. God, yes, this was just what you had needed. 

“Legs up, c’mon, hurry up.”

So fucking demanding. You did so anyway. Legs coming up, and his knees nudged your thighs further apart, holding your legs open, you were pinned to him, not able to move much. Couldn’t use your feet to bounce up and down, thighs pinned open by his legs, and his arms and hands crushing you to him. 

Then.

The bastard didn’t do anything. He just stayed seated inside of you, buried all the way inside. You tried to move, attempted to ride him, get some friction, some anything, and he wasn’t giving in. 

“Ah-ah, you have to ASK for what you want. You can’t just take it.”

You whimpered, eyes falling closed, fuck, he wasn’t making this easy at all tonight. You just wanted to ride him with reckless abandon until you came and saw stars, but if you wanted that, you had to give in. 

“Oh, I know the problem.”

A questioning hum from you, and he nodded, he had leaned in closer still, you felt his hot breath in your ear, “The venue is all wrong. You need the right setting to get in the Christmas spirit.”

A snap of his fingers and it sounded different. You heard the sound of faint music, Christmas music, people talking, hustle and bustle and your brows furrowed before opening your eyes and being greeted with what could be only one thing. 

A shopping mall. In the full swing of Christmas, shoppers and all. Fuck, he had done something like this once in a dream of yours, but nothing to this scale. You looked around, and your heart was pounding in your chest. You squirmed harder and tried to move to cover yourself, but when you attempted it, you realized that your wrists had been tied down with overly festive ribbon to the arms of the chair. You weren’t going anywhere. He moved his hips once, and you gasped again, he was pressed right to that amazing spot inside of you, fucking into you once, and only once before going right back to just soaking in your slick heat. 

This was just a dream, only a dream, just you and he, everyone else here was an illusion, but that didn’t change the fact that it felt and sounded real. It felt like you were currently getting split open on his cock in public, you felt your face red-hot, embarrassed, ashamed, and terribly aroused. 

“So…” He breathed into your ear, one of his hands on your thigh, sliding down, he kept talking,“Tell Santa what you want…”

You struggle to swallow, mouth dry, and his fingers found your clit, rubbing slowly, you clenched around him and let out a soft moan, you had to tell him, had to talk. The way he touched you, sunk all the way inside, it made it hard as hell to try and string together a sentence. 

“Need some help?” He asked as his hips moved again, pulling out halfway before fucking up into you, two of his fingers pinched one of your nipples, rolling it between them, and you couldn’t hold back, a loud moan breaks out. 

“Some gift suggestions?” Another brutal thrust, it made your back arch with a gasp and another moan, you nodded furiously, another swirl of his fingers, “How about I stuff your stocking?”

You couldn’t help it, you barked out a laugh and clenched down on him, and he thrust up into you again making that laugh break off and turn into a moan, he couldn’t help it, a chuckle of his own. 

“Yeah, you’d like that. Even out here. Where anyone could see you. Fucking filthy bitch.” You were feeling so hot and bothered, you were filled with want and even though you still felt some trepidation, it was hard to get over the setting you wanted to, wanted to just give in. It was just a dream, no matter how real it felt, that is all it was. 

“Pl-please? I-I want that.”

Another thrust, another moan, he tugged on your nipple, a small hum in your ear, “Oh? You are getting it, but you can still ask better than that.”

Fuck. 

You could, couldn’t you?

You wanted it badly enough, you could ask him properly.

Shame is overrated. 

“Fuck me, dear fucking God, please! I don’t care where we are, fuck me-” You shifted in his lap, grinding down as best you could in your current position, tugging on the ribbons restraining you, and you were rewarded. His hips slamming up into yours. 

“Good girl.”

You got just what you asked for. After so much teasing and build up, it didn’t take you long at all. After a few short minutes of him fucking into you, dirty talk breathed into your ear, about what a nasty slut you were for begging him to fuck you in public like this, you were already reaching your end. A moaning and writhing wreck, gasping out his name, an attempt to warn him, and his hips slowed.

“Better think carefully about this, kitten.”

“Wh-what?” You moaned, upset he was slowing down, he bit down on your ear, you winced, and he said, “You asked me to fuck you. And I’m a man of my word, but you never asked to cum.”

Oh, God! Damn him and his specificity at times. Even with him slowing, you were still climbing, getting closer and closer.

“Ah! Fre-Freddy! It-ahh-it-” He laughed before mocking you, still slowly paced but not stopping. “It-it-Spit it out, bitch!”

Asshole. Unrelenting asshole.

“It was implied!” You cried out. That got his hips to stop for a moment, fingers rubbing your clit still, a loud laugh from him, “Implied?! No way. You asked to get fucked, you’re getting that, a very nice gift if you ask me. But cumming too? What a selfish little thing! Wanting two presents.Who do you think you are?”

When his hips started up again you gasped, you were right there, pulled to the edge so suddenly, if you were going to with permission you needed to act now.

“Please! Fuc-Can I?” He hummed like he was thinking it over, fingers slipping over your wet clit just right as he responded, “Hmm, I just don’t know…”

And you opened your mouth to beg again, and it was too late. You couldn’t stop it if you tried. 

You came. 

It felt fucking incredible, you shook in his grip and the way he had been hitting both spots so damn well you ended up squirting too. A mess on your inner thighs, and on his pants and the floor in front of the chair. He was nice enough to fuck you through your high, he could have ruined your orgasm since you stole it without permission, but it was the holidays, and he was in a giving mood after all. You were panting on the come down, and his hands were on your hips, you were leaning back into him, a kiss on your neck, he muttered to you, “Was it good?”

A nod, you felt boneless and simply wonderful, still coming down. “S-so good.”

You confirmed and he chuckled lightly before saying. “Good.”

A pause.

“Because you are going to have to pay for that.”

What?

Oh damn, that is right! He never told you, that you could.

He lifted you up, sliding himself out of you and the ribbons were untied, you were thrown over his lap so quickly, his hand came down on your ass and you yelped. “Naughty girl, I give you a gift and that isn’t good enough, so you STEAL another one. Guess you need to be taught a lesson.”

You bit your bottom lip as his hand connected again, here’s hoping it was worth it because he was going to make you pay for it. 

“Merry Christmas slut.”

[sunlightandsuffering]

Fratboy Eren lures Mikasa to one of his frat parties under false pretenses. He convinces her to come over because he really needs help studying and when she shows up to his house and there is music blaring with people everywhere drunk out of their minds, she's PISSED. But Eren is just like "Great, you're here! Now can you lick this tequila off my abs please🥺"

YES !!!!!!! YES YES YES!!!

Eren isn't going to say he doesn't like frat parties. That would be wrong, immoral even, against the code.

But he is willing to admit that they do get kind of tiring after a while. So many girls, too many different names to pretend to remember, too many people touching him. After a while it just gets well... overstimulating and not in a good way.

There's girls caressing his forearms, begging him to take his shirt off, to be the canvas in which they lick tequila from, and sure, in theory it all sounds fun.

And at any other opportunity he'd jump at the chance, but today, he'd driven several hours back to school from home... without Mikasa to entertain him and supply him with home-made sandwiches. He's simply exahausted and he doesn't feel like fielding random girls from touching his dick while they lick tequila off his abs. It doesn't sound enjoyable in the least.

He just wants to lie down in his bedroom, nure his headache with ibuprofen and gatorade and fall asleep cradled in Mikasa's boobs. Is that so much to ask? "C'mon Eren, get in line it's your turn to be the shot next!" Porco goads him and Eren groans, yeah apparently it is too much to ask.

It's a long shot and honestly, unless Mikasa is nearby there's no way she'll make it in time, but he's gotta at least try.

Eren, 10:11 pm

If i buy you mcdonalds will you proofread my paper on why helen of troy is a babe?

He gets a response a minute later, ever punctual Mikasa and Eren tries his very best not to be smug, because being smug will do nothing but piss her off.

Mikasa, 10:12 pm

If it's on the disgusting sexist way that Helen was treated and how ridiculous it is that the trojan horse is more famous and discussed than her sacrafice....

After a while, Eren simply stops reading, especially when his little spitfire continues to send multiple paragraphs, there's only so much he cares about Helen. Eren, 10:15 pm

That's what it says, wanna come over?

Mikasa, 10:15 pm

Eren so help me god if your paper title is '10 Reasons Helen of Troy is A Babe' i'll kill you.

He doesn't doubt it.

Eren, 10:15 pm

Come over and you can find out.

Mikasa, 10:16 pm

I'm at the library, I don't have time. Every minute they spend arguing is a minute closer to his fate as a shot glass, he can't play her coy little games tonight as much as he loves them. So Eren does something he usually doesn't do with Mikasa, doesn't expose her too because it's a surefire way to turn her bright red and get her hot and bothered, too powerful of a tool to use against his arch nemesis. It's unfair really how well it works. Eren flirts. And shamelessly at that, lets his every thought about her bleed into his texts. Eren, 10:17 pm

You know they say Helen was the most beautiful of them all, a queen among women.

Mikasa, 10:17 pm

Ugh please don't tell me that's a quote you used in your paper.

Eren, 10:18 pm

It's not it's just the truth

but i disagree.

Mikasa, 10:18 pm

why?

Eren, 10:18 pm

becuase you exist Miki, and obviously you're the most beautiful.

that's why i need u to come over

I'm working on my paper about the queen of all women and I need my muse 🍆🍆

how am I supposed to discuss her adequately if my girl isn't here?

Is it probably the cheesiest, dumbest thing he's ever written? Yes. Does it work, hook line and sinker? Also yes.

Mikasa doesn't respond for several minutes, but by the time she does, it's with one frisky little demand.

Mikasa, 10:25 pm

where's my uber, asshole?

Eren, 10:25 pm

on the way 😇

Mikasa is supremely pissed off when she walks into a full frat house armed with books on greek tragedies and her laptop, but Eren makes it up to her.

She arrives just in time to be the one to lick the tequila from his abs

"I hate you," she whispers against his neck as she comes up for a lick of salt and Eren smiles brightly, "Queens get to mount their thrones you know Miki, so get ready, you're gonna ride me later." And boy does she ever.

AHH YES ANOTHER POORLY WRITTEN DRABBLE

[riddlerosehearts]

so i finished my lightning thief reread the other day but before i start sea of monsters i'm going to share some random things i love from this book and don't think i posted about:

ngl i think annabeth's crush on luke is funny. like. i can understand why they cut it out in the show, it allows them to put more focus on percabeth, shift the focus of luke and annabeth's relationship to a familial one which would be done better if they interacted for more than 5 seconds in the show but oh well, and hopefully it'll also lead to them changing up rick's gross fuckup during luke's death scene later. but genuinely i think her crush is funny and sweet in the book??

and also i think it's a nice reminder that yes, annabeth is incredibly wise and competent, but she's also an emotional 12 year old girl. so she's got a crush on an attractive older guy who protected her and cared for her when she was at her most vulnerable, sue her lmao.

i miss gladiola the pink poodle, why must he get cut from every adaptation 😔 at least the musical paid homage to him by having a similar scene with a squirrel.

RIP to the "we drowned in the bathtub" "all three of you?" scene also...

i'm sorry i don't mean for this to turn into another show critical post but aaaaa. the procrustes scene really isn't even that important and i understand why previous adaptations have cut it, but if the show was going to include it, why couldn't they keep percy being a manipulative little shit and getting crusty caught in his trap all on his own. sorry this is just so much better than having annabeth suddenly pop up using her invisibility hat.

speaking of percy being a manipulative little shit: i still think giving gabe's number out on national television and claiming that he'd be happy to give everyone in LA free appliances is one of the funniest and best things he's ever done.

"i become supreme lord of the bathroom" is probably my favorite chapter title in this book. so legendary.

annabeth bringing an architecture book on the quest, just to read when she got bored, and gushing over the gateway arch and how she dreams of building something like it. and then spontaneously deciding that she's going to ride to the top of the arch just because she feels like it, high stakes time-sensitive quest be damned, because she's a kid with ADHD and not a perfectly calculating and flawless genius.

luke is kind of an asshole even before the Big Reveal and i love it 😭 yesss luke you just keep on manipulating these 12 year olds!! make percy feel guilty for lying to you about the shoes!!

this. why did the show take this from us:

sally killing gabe herself and telling percy that poseidon wanted to build her an undersea palace and treat her like the queen she is but she said no because "if my life is going to mean anything, i have to live it myself". ugh i love you sally jackson.

i'm sorry. but luke was right for this at least a little:

like the line "their precious western civilization is a disease" just GOES SO HARD!!!

percy not being able to decide whether to stay at camp year-round or go home for the summer until the last minute, and ultimately making the decision to go home right after annabeth reveals that she's going home 🥺

[juliaaurelia-blog]

If you vote for somebody else or don't vote, that's a vote for Donald Trump and the Republican party. I'm not going to go into his crimes and what he would turn the presidency into--a white Christian Dictatorship--because presumably you can use Google to find these out.

THEY WANT TO PASS A NATIONAL ABORTION BAN. No exceptions for rape, incest, or the life of the mother.

3 more Supreme Court Justices are due to retire. Trump will appoint, and a Republican-controlled senate would approve, more people like Clarence Thomas and Samuel Alito. The court is already packed with conservative justices who are proving they are no more than Trump cronies. 3 more Trump justices would ensure an arch-conservative court for the the next half-century.

So don't be an asshole unless you are prepared to live under a Christofacist dictatorship where the rights of women and POC are stripped away, LGBQT people will lose what little rights they have, immigrants will be put in camps and then deported, and all rules in place to protect the environment will be swept away. Tax cuts for the rich and corporations, social security and medicare cut, social programs like SNAP cut or eliminated. The poor will suffer, and what remains of the middle class will be squeezed out of existence. No student loan forgiveness. Nothing will be better under a Republican admin--it will all be much, much worse.

And oh yeah, they won't do shit to help Palestine.

If you can't comprehend why young people would vote democratic, you need to take off those PaLEstINe iS ThE OnLY ThING ThaT MAttERS goggles and have a look at the whole picture.

genuinely cannot comprehend how democrats are gonna convince the youth to vote for them again in november after they literally let the police beat the shit outta them for protesting against genocide

[alectoperdita]

i’m watching love between fairy and devil on netflix. i do think kaiba should be cursed to be nice to jounouchi and nurture his heart and feel his emotions and fall in love with him because he’s learned to be a human being again in jounouchi’s presence. i want a thousand fics just like that

I just looked up the synopsis for that one, and oh boy! Patricide? Forced psychic/mystical bond? On top of everything else you described? That is one delicious setup for this ship. <3

Gotta admit reading that did inspire me a bit. I didn't have time to watch the show itself (will maybe give it a try when I have the time to read subtitles), but I took a stab at writing a short drabble inspired by that premise. I'm sorry if I've missed the mark due to my unfamiliarity with the original source material, but I hope it entertains you.

Flower imagery, classical Chinese poetry, and plenty of footnotes ahead.

🌕🌻🌕🌻🌕🌻🌕🌻🌕🌻🌕🌻🌕🌻🌕🌻

The Moon Supreme.

What a pompous title for a pompous blowhard.

With a name like Kaiba, he should've been one of the Dragon King's retinue. But otherwise, the epithet was a fitting one for the ethereal being—cold, distant, and unfeeling. And if the legends bore truth, a cold-blooded killer down to his core.

All that stood between the tall, imperious creature and the destruction of the Three Realms was Katsuya. Plain, old Katsuya, the lowest of the blossom xians [1]. While the others of his kin bore heads of lovely reds and blues and purples, as vibrant as plum, peony, irises in bloom, his hair was colored yellow like wheat.

Hay-head, the other blossom xians had mocked him in their youths.

Nor was he delicate and slim-limbed. His arms were sturdy as tree trunks, his palm as broad as lotus pads. His face, perhaps handsome enough for mortals, didn't carry the same dignified features that greater painters drove themselves into a frenzy to capture.

Hardly beautiful.

A xian in mere name.

His temper flared. He kicked a stray stone into the pond, disrupting the reflection that gazed up from the water.

"You're moping." A deep voice piped next to him.

Katsuya jumped and spun to face the intruder that dared to impinge on his solitary reflection. Speak of the devil. Kaiba loomed, a lanky monolith in his ice blue hanfu, in the shadow of the nearby willow tree. The slender vines and verdant leaves swayed in the warm breeze. The same wind ruffled Kaiba's chestnut locks, pulling back the curtain of long bangs to bear his ocean blue eyes.

The verse rose within Katsuya's mind, unbidden.

"Green, green, the riverside grass, Dense, dense, the garden willow." [2]

Kaiba arched an elegant brow at the sudden couplet, but he answered with the next lines.

"Dainty is the maiden upstairs, Shining bright through the window." [3]

Just as quickly, Katsuya's mood soured again. Dainty maidens, his ass.

Kaiba winced. A grimace cracking the flawless marble of his handsome face.

Faintly, Katsuya wondered how the man processed those feelings of inadequacies that didn't belong to him. A superior asshole like Kaiba probably never felt deficient, even before he sacrificed his ability to feel emotions. But he pinned Katsuya as moping before, so he learned enough to put a name to that feeling.

Perhaps their time together wasn't a complete waste. Kaiba could learn, however slowly. But would it be enough to stave off his thirst for vengeance?

He turned his back on Kaiba, bending down to sort through the stones on the rocky banks. Kaiba hung back, safe from the mortal realm's sun under the willow tree's protection. It took a few seconds, but Katsuya finally found a suitable flat stone. He wound his arm back, throwing all his strength into launching the stone across the water's surface. It skipped no less than a dozen times before sinking into the center of the sizable pond.

Pride bloomed in Katsuya's chest before it withered twice as quickly.

That finally spurred Kaiba into action.

Katsuya listened as the man stomped forward, grabbed his elbow, and hauled him to his feet. Soon, he was dragging him away from the riverbed and uphill toward a grassy knoll.

Katsuya fought. But even his strength failed when matched up against the Moon Supreme's stubbornness. "What are you doing? Lemme go!"

Kaiba did not let him go. He seemed intent on bodily dragging Katsuya, if it came down to it.

"Where are you taking me?" he snarled.

This time, Katsuya threw a punch with his free hand. It collided solidly with Kaiba's shoulder, and had he been something other than a cold-blooded bastard, it would've hurt. But as it was, he merely shrugged off the hit.

"To the city. To feed you. Distract your simple mind with simple amusements. Whatever needs to be done to rid you of this wretched malaise," Kaiba spat out past his gritted teeth.

"Leave me alone. Maybe I wanna mope. Maybe I want you to feel as bad as I do!" he shouted.

With teeth bared, Kaiba stopped and spun toward him. He dropped his inhuman grip to Katsuya's wrist and squeezed. Were Katsuya not divine or weaker in constitution, it would've crushed his bones. Instead, his wrists twinged.

"As long as I'm stuck with you—as long as we're entangled like this—I'll do what I must. You don't get a choice," snapped Kaiba.

Katsuya glared back. He supposed if another of his kin were subjected to this, they'd burst into tears. He'd do no such thing, though. "You still don't get it, do you? You can't just force people out of their bad moods. You can't just snap your fingers and make them feel better. Especially when the only reason you're trying is for your own sake!"

Theirs was a wretched arrangement. It may be Kaiba's curse, but Katsuya was being no less punished for it. It wasn't fair.

Everyone expected Katsuya to fail. That hurt more than anything.

Never being enough.

His pain sharpened. Kaiba grunted and dropped his hand like hot coal. Katsuya hugged his wrists close and sank to the ground again.

He stared at the grass, heaving heavy breaths. "You think I wanna feel like this? You think I enjoy this?"

Kaiba said nothing. His feet remained locked in place on the periphery of Katsuya's vision. "Then why won't you let me make this better?"

"Because this isn't something you can fix. You can't fix me, Kaiba. You can't make me a proper blossom xian," he muttered.

The wind picked up again. A lark sang in the bushes. They said nothing to each other in the wake of Katsuya's declaration. The pain dulled to an ache inside Katsuya's chest. A worn and familiar feeling that pressed on his heart.

Grass crunched as Kaiba shifted. To his surprise, Kaiba joined him on the ground. "Who's to say you're not a proper blossom xian? You are one because it's your nature."

His gaze snapped up to Kaiba's face. "Please, you've seen me, you've seen the others. I mean, just look at this—" He tugged a tuft of yellow hair at his temple. "The color's so plain. So common in flowers. They used to call me 'hay-head.' Some of them still do."

"Chrysanthemums are among the Four Gentlemen," argued Kaiba. [4]

Chrysanthemums also came in shades of white, pink, and violets. But as soon as he opened his mouth to argue, his temple stung. He gaped as Kaiba withdrew his hand with several strands of Katsuya's hair clasped between his lithe fingers.

Kaiba looked him straight in the eyes, entirely serious and without a hint of mocking. "You're the only blossom xian I've spent time with. As far as I'm concerned, you're the only proper one."

Something in Katsuya's chest fluttered.

An odd expression flashed across Kaiba's face. He surely felt it, too. Without breaking eye contact, Kaiba transferred the hairs into his palm and made a fist before drawing from his considerable well of qi. Katsuya stiffened, alarmed by the overt use of power. But he was even more shocked by what Kaiba revealed when he unclenched his hand.

A sprig of osmanthus blossoms in the exact shade as Katsuya's hair. [5]

His breath hitched when Kaiba next spoke, low and melodious in his recitations.

"A pale wash of light yellow, gentle in substance and character. Aloof by nature, yet its fragrance carries afar. What need is there of light cyan or pale red blossoms? This one ranks first among all the flowers." [6]

Despite himself, warmth flooded Katsuya's cheeks. He could only dumbly accept the flowers when Kaiba offered them to him. He could feel the frosted bite of Kaiba's qi within them. But it didn't make them any less beautiful.

A slow smirk spread across Kaiba's lips. It was impossible to hide the fact that Katsuya was charmed when he literally felt what Katsuya did. But Katsuya couldn't find it within himself to be annoyed or mad. He twirled the sprig in his fingers.

"Is there really an osmanthus tree on the moon?" he asked instead.

Kaiba's smile turned mysterious. "Perhaps you'll find out one day."

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[1] I've never been very hot on the translation of xian to fairy. Not that I have a much better suggestion, but thankfully, the rise of western C-Drama fandom has made it easier to use the original terms.

[2] [3] Translations of lines 1-4 of 《青青河畔草》 from 《古詩十九首》, an anthology of classic Chinese poems with no attributed authors. Lines 1-2 were taken from Pleco’s translation because I really like their alliteration. Lines 3-4 was translated by me since I couldn’t find better ones. ^^;;;

青青河畔草，鬱郁園中柳。 盈盈樓上女，皎皎當窗牖。

[4] The Four Gentlemen are the plants most commonly depicted in traditional ink paintings. They include the plum blossom, the orchid, bamboo, and the chrysanthemum.

[5] Osmanthus flowers are often associated with lunar legends in Chinese tradition. It's said that an osmanthus tree grows on the moon, which is why Katsuya asks Kaiba that at the end of the story. It was just too perfect of an association to pass up! Jounouchi's blond! Kaiba's from the moon! It writes itself!

[6] Ronald Egan's translation of a poem about osmanthus flowers by Li Qingzhao.

[theycallme-thejackal]

“for the love of fuck.” ‘yeah thats me, I love to fuck.’

Pairing: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel Rated T

"I don't want him around my kids."

"Our kids," Midge reminds him, folding her arms. "And you gave no thought to my opinion before you introduced them to Penny Pann."

"Benjamin."

"Mei."

"Mei's my fiancée!"

"Was she when the kids met her?"

"Well, no, but - "

"Then how the hell would this be any different?" Midge cries.

"Because he's a criminal, Midge!" Joel shouts. "And an addict, in case you hadn't heard."

"He's been clean for half a year, and he goes to Narcotics Anonymous meetings twice a month. How dare you suggest I'd put our kids in that kind of danger!"

Joel throws his hands in the air. "For the love of fuck!"

"Yeah, that's me," Lenny drawls as he appears in the foyer, leaning on the doorframe. "I love to fuck."

“Not helping,” Midge grits out, pointing at him.

Lenny lifts his hands in surrender before going into the kitchen.

“Joel,” she says tensely, turning back to face her ex-husband. “You don’t get a say in who I date.”

“I should get a say in who our kids spend time with.”

“Lenny’s a good man,” she promises. “He’s a father, too. He would never put our kids in any kind of danger.”

Joel still looks hesitant.

“I love him,” she says. “He’s sticking around. And this co-parenting situation is going to be a whole lot easier if you just accept that and trust me.”

Joel sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “You’ll tell me if that changes?” He asks. “If he falls off the wagon, you’ll tell me?”

“He won’t,” she insists. “But yes. Yes, I will tell you.”

He looks toward the kitchen and deflates. “You love him, huh?”

Midge nods. “I do.”

“‘kay...I’ll, uh...I’ll see you Friday,” he says, heading for the door.

She goes into the kitchen, where Lenny’s sitting at the table with the newspaper and a cup of coffee. “You were supremely unhelpful out there,” she drawls, running her hand over his shoulders as she moves to sit beside him.

“Sorry,” he says. “I couldn’t help myself.”

Midge sighs and takes a sip of the coffee he poured for her. “Lenny, if this is going to work, you two are going to have to deal with each other.”

“But I don’t like him,” Lenny says, arching a brow.

“You don’t know him,” she counters.

“That’s the guy who fucked his dimwit secretary and left you with your suitcase?”

“Yes.”

He lifts his coffee. “I don’t like him.”

“Please, Lenny...” She takes his hand as he puts the mug back down. “Just try to get along with him. You don’t have to like him, but he’s the father of my kids, and I can’t have you two at each others’ throats all the time.”

He squeezes her hand. “Okay,” he concedes.

She leans toward him, kissing him softly. “Thank you.”

“But if he’s being an asshole to you, I reserve the right as the boyfriend to take him down a few pegs.”

“I can live with that,” she says with a smile.

[mistrdctr]

Yeah, Stephen can only imagine how hard that actually is, to be forced to become an icon of sorts for a whole nation - carry that around on some broad shoulders for decades - just to have everyone forget about one's true identity, that there's a human existing beneath all of that who is more than a pretty picture to be printed on posters, magazine-covers and cereal boxes.

Part of him, as said, can relate. He's sure that not many will remember him as the man he used to be before he'd fucked up so badly that it had destroyed his whole life in return, causing him to fall oh so very low that he'd spend his very last pennies to find Kamar-Taj...

From a well-known asshole millionare to an unlucky asshole husk of a man, just to then become a new someone who now carries the weight of the whole damn reality on his shoulders. Still a little bit of an asshole but... different.

---And Steve's next question causes Strange to inhale, bright irises flicking over to the other to take in the sight of him for a moment, thoughtful. Brows knit, accompanied by a blink and that gaze averting, lips pursing as the sorcerer's gaze trails back to the path in front of them.

The scarf he wears around his neck ripples a bit, as if hit by a gentle breeze, though there is none.

Friends? Family? That causes a hint of a smirk to stretch across Stephen's features then and he sighs, giving a small pebble a bit of a kick with his foot as they walk along, the stone skipping a few times before it comes to a halt.

"That's a hell of a question, Steve." Chuckling, Strange looks back at his companion, arching a brow as their gazes meet.

Just makes Stephen realize that there's basically no one existing anymore he could consider family... or a friend, for the matter. A true friend. Wong is a good friend, yes but... besides him?

"---Well, I guess that I have changed quite drastically during the last years. I used to be a rather famous neurosurgeon, after all, and now... I'm not. I'm a sorcerer, the master of the mystic arts - still not Sorcerer Supreme, for the matter - but..."

With his gaze averting once more, Strange hums out a low, contemplating noise; The previous inner thoughts feel rather heavy, all things considered; It's a topic he tries to avoid most of the time, because...

"...I guess that one thing hasn't changed much: People either like me or hate me, I don't think there's an in-between existing. Back when I was a surgeon, people either wanted to be treated by me - desperately so, because I was the last bit of hope they clung onto - or they hated me with a burning passion. ---And they had all the reasons to feel this way, honestly." ... "And even though I have changed, left my past-self behind... people still seem to experience the very same emotions. They either like me because I saved their ass from eternal doom, or... ---well, they hate me, because I stole 5 years of either their own or their loved ones lifes. ---Oh, and I am still somewhat arrogant, I suppose."

As lighthearted as Strange makes it sound, talking rather casually about his past and his current existence - it's really not that easy to handle, deep inside himself. He remembers those interactions he's having every now and then, with people recognizing his face, asking him: Was it worth it? Did it need to happen, the whole 5-year-thing? I lost everything I once had, I lost my whole life, I lost my loved ones, I lost family members and beloved pets. Was it worth it, Doctor Strange? Do you even know what loss feels like?!

... The sorcerer swallows, blinking himself back into reality while clearing his throat, glancing back over at Steve who probably experiences similar things, just in a different way.

The curse of being who they are, huh? Quite a heavy one to carry.

"---Sorry, that, uh... certainly killed a bit of the mood, I guess?", he chuckles, shrugs a moment after, pushing away the fact that those people he talked about were neither family nor friends. Because... well. Stephen doesn't have a family left anymore. And friends? Well, not many of those around either. Which is his own fault. "Anyways - yeah, that. I guess I'm... what I am, really. A guy doing things he needs to do. ---That's what we all do, no? You, for example, also just do what you have to do... or what you want to do, hopefully. And we have to take what is given to us and handle it."

"People still think my birthday is the 4th of July," Steve pointed out with a crooked smile in his direction. "I've got a century of propaganda and movies and documentaries to tell people who the American Government wanted people to believe I was."

He returned his attention to the path ahead of him, sighing softly to himself. "So now that's who I am. Propaganda, not person. It means showing up at a Pride parade is a political statement, anything I say or do is a political statement, whether I wear the shield or not."

He gave a quiet chuckle after a moment, giving Stephen a sidelong glance. "Gonna be honest, doc, it's a bit hard to see past that cloak most of the time. It's rather a statement. Someone was saying the other day that it can transform into other articles of clothing, but I never know whether to believe what they say about you, either.

"So, who are you, Stephen Strange? When you're not busy saving the world, I mean. Who are you then? Who are you to your friends and family?"

[kookieswan]

Wait!!! Don't!! Am I too late?? I wanna get one last order in for the boys before they close shop for the time‼️

Can I please order a tall shot of enemies to lovers from our beautiful barista Hoseok (or Namjoon if Hoba decided to make my last order)?? I'd love to taste some spicy tension and raw hatred with a dash of misunderstood history and family feuds for that extra hit of flavor 👀💔

I'm feeling angsty can you tell? 🤫

Tied to You

Criminal!Namjoon x Rich!Reader (f)

Word Count: 573

Genre: E2L, Affluent!AU, Criminal!AU

Your chosen barista: Namjoon 🌳

… You again? How many times are you going to come back before you understand I don’t want you here? After I get you your sweet peach tea and red velvet cupcake, I expect you to be gone.

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“I don’t know why I’m putting myself through this.” As much as you agree with the sentiment, it’s for a good reason…. Hopefully You sit across from the biggest asshole you’ve ever met, Namjoon Kim, wunderkind supreme and complete douche nozzle.

“Because we have to Namjoon. Get over it.” Picking at your chicken parmesan, you choose to ignore it as he sighs and crosses his arms like a petulant child. You’re starting to regret getting all dressed up; the lovely dress you’re wearing is worth thousands while Namjoon isn’t even worth your time.

“I have better things to do on my Saturday night than sitting across from your prissy ass.” The words come out venomous, his eyes bored as he stares at the burning candle that sits between you. A humorless laugh escapes your cherry lips before you can stop it, the clink of your fork against the plate loud in the nearly empty room. The servers around you look nervous, but choose not to intervene. Smart of them.

“Wow, keep talking sweet to me baby. You really know how to claw your way into a girls heart…” He looks at you with a grimace, eyebrow arched before he tuts like you’re the one being inconsiderate. The fuckers lucky you’re even allowing him to be in the same room as you.

“How did you convince your parents to arrange this with mine? I know I’m a catch but I didn’t realize you were this desperate.” At this, you pause. Stop completely, trying to process what he said before a twisted sort of humor bubbles forth. Snorting, you mouth turn up wickedly as you lean back in your seat, crossing your legs haughtily.

“Actually, your parents arranged it with mine. They want us to get to know each other so we can eventually merge our companies, you cretin.” At least you’re parents had been honest. They want you to marry rich, an understandable desire to keep the family’s name well known to the masses, even if Namjoon’s family likes to fiddle around with super illegal shit. The man gapes at you, and you swear you can see his right eye twitch almost violently. It’s hard not to coo.

“… You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” You were unhappy before but the sheer amount of misery that washes over the fuckers face has you grinning into the glass of wine you sip from. It was fine before, but it’s like the sweetest of berries now, the sugar dancing across your tongue as you continue to bask in a sort of victorious state. Eying him, you see Namjoon hasn’t moved much, face permentely marred in discontent. The poor thing.

“You’re surprised?” The teasing is obvious in your voice apparently, Namjoon cutting his eyes toward yours in the meanest glare he can muster. You’ll admit, he can look intimidating, but you know he’s nothing more than his silly little insults. He’s got no real backbone.

“I just thought they wanted to make nice to avoid bad press, not lock me into marrying your crazy ass.” Humming a little, you pick up your fork and gather a bite of the savory food, raising it up. Instead of bringing it to your own lips, you raise it up to his thick ones, tone almost biting as you smear it on his skin.

“You can cry about it later hubby. Now, eat your fucking food and enjoy my company.”

[danepopfrippery]

What we do in the shadows rewatch part 4

The farewell needed its own recap. So i love how the super slumber send off basically begins with Nandor whining ‘i thought this was going to be more about me but whatever’ when Colin revealed he was crying cuz be thought Nandor was just avoiding his party.

Someone pointed out the last two seasons he and Colin Robinson spent a lot of time together. Im not sure if that was more friendship than connivence but they did. Colin was with Nandor when he seen his ghost off with John which was a pretty big moment. So for his last words to him to be basically hey this is my attention whoring time (even after being told it was Colin’s bday and previously roasting him to death that he didnt know his name) and Colin’s to be telling Nandor to eat shit (while correct) was really sad.

I think it also says how little thought vampires give to consequence. Laszlo couldnt even remember Nandor’s name when hed been gone a month. Must be a Liza Minnelli style coping mechanism. We werent told when Nandor joined up with Laszlo and Nadja, but it has been at least 200 years as they came to America with Simon the devious. Colin Robinson was said to have come with the house, and assuming he had some pre adult form that would be at least 80 years ago. So when he really thinks Guillermo will be around in 100 years it shows they just have no concept of actual time.

I think it could be said the whole arch of season 3 comes down to this ep with Nandor being a depressed weepy baby, and Colin dying but the others minus Laszlo not knowing it.

I have a new theory of little consequence: u know how some of these vampires look like that star trek guy? David Cross’ character is one. Hes said to have burned the library of alexandria (with another guy). So hed be quite old, probably 1000 minimum with Nandor being 700-750. Maybe as they age they get more alien looking? The barren was about this guys age and he didnt look well pre burnt. Sire is the oldest and is mentioned as having aged into that sad dog gargoyle form.

Another thought of no note: i want that woman’s red cape. God damn thats a cape!

Im also 100% convinced on rewatch the supreme vampires heard Nandor’s whining ie the dick thing was just to mess with him. Also loved Donal moaning about eternal life when he cant have been a vampire for more than 30 years. And while i know shes dead i am so waiting for at least a throw away line that theda bara was a real vampire in this world…or nadja in disguise.

A lot was made of Guillermos face during the dick squeezing. That was some funny shit. But Nadja had the same look. The Guide, unaware hes not dead, just seems down for the show.

Also other fans have noted and i want to know why too: the gloves? Guillermo puts them on to board up the room only then removes them. Is this a handyman thing i dunno or wtf is that about?!

At the banquet there are about 5 vampires for Colin’s bday. They arent mentioned beyond that. One looks very 1910s woman. Id wonder if that was his apparently still living mother, but in guessing not given she doesnt appear at the bedside. It was said they got the house (with Colin in it) from an acquaintance who is never named. Wonder if its any of these people.

And sorry Nandor, now its no longer about you.

Ive mused on what Laszlo knew in my previous rants. I maintain he genuinely knows no way out of this for him. I think this was one of the best twists ever. Laszlo has always been pretty much as Nandor ranted: lazy with a silver dick in his mouth (well not silver now ouch). He gave no fucks just literal ones. Hes been a fun ride for the past 2 seasons but beyond loving his wife and pitying Sean, he hasnt had much depth. This to me is reminiscent of that tho given his reason for killing Jesk all those lives is he makes Nadja cry, not that he cares she wants to bang him. Sean goes from ur wife should strangle u with ur own asshole to my stinky cheese. He actually cares about people around him rather he wants to admit it or not.

Colin is dull, but he drains to live not live to drain. Laszlo even let him think he was hanging with him cuz he was lonely with Nadja busy, not cuz he felt bad for him. Season 1 they cared so little about the man that came with the house they didnt know where his room was. Now when told hes dying everyone but Nandor is immediately upset.

Before the news their all ‘fuck that guy’ but given that news yeaaah they cared. They just dont like to show it. Guillermo probably interacts more with him than shown given hes a daywalker. And i think even tho Colin Robinson was being a smart ass with that ‘we’re all family’ line in the Casino ep, Guillermo actually said it first in the season premiere. Maybe Colin wasnt being smart…he just wanted to fit in being smarmy too.

Seriously Matt Berry prbly wins this season, and Laszlo is a teddy bear sorry bro. But u know…given the resolution of the ep…i think there may be a lot of Nandor regretting his behavior in the finale. He was always a teddy bear too and made a horrible mistake before realizing nope he dead. That will prbly shock him out of his whininess for the finale. And prbly is also what sends him on his eat, prey, love journey. Or at least inspires him to.

That also leaves fertile area for ghost Colin, as Nandor not being there prbly hurt him, it is unresolved. Plus the obvious fact he never learned how or why he was an energy vampire. If his mother is a dif form he may know thats coming, but she could also be a full vampire. We have no idea the rules here.

But man that fart laden death was hard. And a brilliant piece of writing to boot. Alright that concludes my recap…4 days to go!

[monsteronfire]

The 7 Pleasures of Camping [Installment 1 | Taehyung]

type;; 7-part Series (1st Installment 2.6k words)

pairing(s);; BTS x older!Reader/OC | Pt. 1 mostly Tae x older!Reader/OC

genre;; Slice of Life, Smut, Camping AU

warnings;; Drinking, smoking, oral (female receiving), anal, tough/bratty!Reader/OC, very slightly dom!Tae, slightly dom!Namjoon, dirty talk, a lot of cursing and use of dirty words, a bit of tit-play, a tiny bit of ass eating, Jin being the trouble starter, Jin's also sweet to the Reader/OC though, mentions of male masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Tae and Koo being impatient af

a/n;; What's going on? What am I doing here? Why am I doing this? Who fucking knows. Don't ask questions, just enjoy me careening into madness. I can't make any promises about how frequent the updates will be. I'll desperately try to keep them from dragging out for months on end, but please bare with me if my dumbass falls apart and gets procrastinatey. For the time being enjoy this chaos that I started. Gif is not mine.

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For the life of you, you have absolutely zero idea as to how you got here. Not to say you’d lost all memory, no. You know how you got into the campgrounds; how you and the seven men you were vacationing with set up the camper and various tents; how you all set out chairs and started a fire, cooked dinner and ate into the night. You know how you opened your first beer, then your second, then the third, fourth, fifth and sixth. You know about all that, that’s easy. What you don’t know is how you ended up practically folded in half in this uncomfortable lawn chair with your legs swung up over each plastic arm and Jin nestled between your thighs eating you out like you are his goddess and it’s his day of worship. Not to mention the six other members of your camping group just milling about your campsite going about their business as if there’s not a supremely drunk, half naked chick getting her cunt tongued right in front of them.

That’s not to say they aren’t reacting to it. They’re all watching with great interest and heated stares, all of them sporting a hard-on for the ages just for little old you. Still they go about their business as they watch, like you’re the entertainment after dinner. Yoongi sits at the camp’s picnic table with Namjoon, both of them playing cards nonchalantly while Yoongi chain smokes. Although Namjoon does keep pawing at his cock through his jeans from time to time. Taehyung paces back and forth with a bowl of cereal in his hands, sitting somewhere for about 30 seconds to eat and then getting up to get a different angle; hard dick bouncing away in his sweats every time he moves. Jimin is sitting very still in a chair to your right, his hands gripping the arms ever so subtly and his piercing eyes glued to the way your breasts move when you pant. Even with his legs crossed you can see the bulge in this jeans and you suspect that when he switches his legs over from time to time he’s only doing it to get some friction. Hobi’s standing off by a tree on the other side of the fire, smoking his own cigarette and taking swigs from his bottle of beer, sometimes palming his cock through his shorts. His eyes burn while he watches you, catching your gaze every few moments to stare you down. Jungkook is a little more zealous than the rest of the group, sitting directly across the fire from you with his head lulled back and his hand pumping over his cock while he watches.

The bottom row of Jin’s teeth deftly catch your clit and you hiss at the sensation, the pain mixing with pleasure to create an intense feeling. You pull away from him, one of your bare feet moving to push him away with your foot. He only backs away a little kissing the inside of one thigh while his hand runs over it soothingly.

“Sorry, baby,” he mumbles to you before diving back in to suck the pain away.

“Fuck,” you breathe, one of your hands gripping a handful of his hair and tugging very lightly. You aren’t sure if you want to pull him closer or tug him away. Doesn’t really matter, it’s like his sinfully plump lips are glued to your pussy. He noses his way down to slither his tongue into your clenching hole and you swear the appendage is way too long for him to be human. It wriggles inside you and laps up to tease you with small thrusts in and out. It seems he’s picked up on how much teasing your hole drives you crazy.

‘Just the tip’ as they say.

His nose flicks back and forth over your clit while he works and it’s only when he reaches the hand on your thigh up to tug on one of your nipples that you realize you’re getting impatient. You grip the hair on the crown of his head a little tighter and start working him against you, doing your best to rock your hips over his tongue in the awkward position you’re in. He hums against you and you groan with an open mouth, the simple sight of this lewd act starting to really get you off.

“Fuck, hyung. How much longer are you gonna be? You haven’t even stuck your dick in her yet, at this rate it’s going to be morning by the time we all get a round.”

Jungkook sounds more impatient than you and Tae seems to agree with him.

“I mean how many times has he made her cum now?”

“At least three times,” Jimin says evenly, never looking away from you.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck yes!”

You ride the high off Jin’s tongue, the knowledge that he’s practically sucking the pussy juice out of you making your orgasm a little messier than usual. You can feel yourself gushing into his waiting mouth and are nearly thrown into another orgasm when he pulls you impossibly closer, humming loudly and eating every inch he can of you until you’re completely clean of anything. Well anything, but his saliva. His fingertips feel like they’re leaving bruises they’re pressed so far into your flesh and you swear he’s enjoying you cumming more than you actually are.

“Make that four times,” Jimin reiterates

You vaguely hear Taehyung slam his cereal bowl into the table, stomping his way over to you and dropping a hand onto Jin’s shoulder.

“Alright hyung, you’ve had your fun. It’s my turn now, you can have her back when I’m done.”

“Like hell, she’s mine after,” Jungkook shouts.

Tae pushes Jin back, though the elder doesn’t put up much of a fight. You moan at the site of his glowing face, the lower half glistening in the firelight with your juices. He licks his lips and wipes the rest clean with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, the look in his eyes promising you that he’s not done with you yet. When he’s out of the way, Tae is kneeling between you legs. He bites the inside of your thigh gently and pulls each leg from the arms so that your feet are back on the ground.

“Can you stand for me babygirl?”

You roll your eyes at the pet name and shove him back.

“I’m older than you, idiot. Back up.”

He moves away from you and stands easily, his hands hovering around you when you get up, as if he expects you to fall. When he’s certain you’re steady on your feet he tugs your sweater (the one Jin had pushed up over your breasts to get a better view) over your head and tosses it on to the chair. He takes a half step back to look your over, admiring your unkempt skirt that was flipped up and your flushed skin.

“God you’re so hot.”

You don’t reply, though you don’t really need to, and instead arch your chest out for him when he ducks down to fit practically a hole tit into his mouth. His tongue swirls over your nipple and slathers it in spit before he’s sucking on it like he’s actually trying to get milk to come out. You moan and card your fingers through his hair, pulling on the strands to let him know you like how rough he’s being. He bites down when you tug on his hair, pulling at the hardened bud until it pops back from between his teeth. You gasp out a ‘fuck’ and present the other breast to him, enjoying how his big hand tugs it into his waiting mouth. He gives that nipple the same attention and by the time he’s finished you’re even more flushed than before.

“Fuck, I’m gonna break you noona. Just wait,” he growls out, roughly spinning you so that you have to catch yourself on the chair just so you don’t fall.

You expected him to bend you over and stuff his cock into you, but instead you feel his hot breath on your ass. His overly large hands (hands that you’ve fantasized about a million and one times) push your ass cheeks up and out, spreading them so that he can dive in and immediately fuck you with his tongue. You gasp and moan, arching your back so that he has easier access and reaching around to tug his face closer. You were hoping for his dick, but his tongue is working just as well and when you feel him lick up to tease your asshole you can’t help getting a little excited. You always figured Tae for an anal man and it’d been ages since your ass got a good pounding.

He works back and forth between your core and your ass, gripping your cheeks so hard you can only imagine how hard he’s going to rail you and it makes you drool with anticipation. When he’s certain your ass is lubed up enough with his spit he slots one of his fingers into your hole and wriggles it gently. You moan and try to push back on him, vaguely hearing him chuckle and feeling him push back against you.

“Easy, babygirl.”

“Fuck, y’all keep talking about sticking your dicks in me. Just fucking do it already.”

“Do you think this tight hole will even be able to fit my cock,” he chuckles out.

“I don’t know, why don’t you slam it in me and find out. I’ve done anal before, you prick. It’s just like riding a bike. Spit in my hole, spit on your cock and stretch me out already.”

You wiggle your ass closer to his face and he growls, apparently thoroughly enjoying the dirty words coming from your mouth. He bites down on one cheek before pulling them both apart far enough that your hole gapes open for him to spit into. ‘Fuck’ tumbles from his lips when he stands and he’s quick to pull his dick out, spitting on that as well and lathering the saliva over his shaft.

“You sure about this, noona?”

You wiggle your butt again.

“Baby this ass is gonna milk your cock so good you’ll never want pussy ever again.”

He grins like the devil and slaps a hand over your cheek before he’s pulling them apart again and teasing you with his tip. You moan and push back on him, loving that his resolve is quickly snapping. He’s desperately trying to take it slow, easing the head of his cock gently past the ring of muscle while he tries to hold you steady and keep you from overdoing it.

“Fuck, would you relax already. You’re gonna push me past my breaking point,” he grinds out, his tone of voice clearly giving away that he’s clenching his teeth. You roll your eyes and push back harder, clenching and relaxing your asshole so that you’re basically sucking him in.

“Stop being a pussy and fuck my ass, Kim Taehyung!”

He practically roars and slams his cock the rest of the way inside you. You cry out, both in pleasure and in shock when he practically lifts you off the ground and slams you down onto the picnic table where Yoongi and Namjoon sit. He shoves you against the wood and drags his cock out of you, making sure you feel every ridge, every vein before slamming back into you. You cry out again and push back into him, practically begging for more.

“Fuck! Just like that, Tae! You know I like it rough, baby. Show me how rough you can be!”

He spanks you again, pulling out and pumping in more quickly every time he cycles through the motions. His cock bores so deliciously inside of you, stretching you out and tugging on your walls to create the greatest of friction. ‘Fuck’ tumbles from your lips multiple times and by the time Tae’s picked up a good, quick pace, you’re panting like a bitch in heat. Your face presses into the wood of the table and you stare at Namjoon with hazy eyes. He has a look in his that you’re not quite sure of, but you take a chance anyway and open your mouth so that your tongue can lull out. The pleasure Tae is giving you makes your throat and the back of your tongue ache for something. You want the weight and pressure of something big and heavy at the back of your throat, and Namjoon seems to understand.

He reaches forward with two fingers and presses them on the back of your tongue, rubbing there every so slightly before dragging down along the wet muscle and pressing over into your right cheek. Just like having a cock prod the wet cavern. You moan with an open mouth, letting the flood of saliva Namjoon caused to drool out of the corners of your mouth. He pulls his fingers from your tongue and you cry at the loss.

“More,” you whine to him, “don’t stop. Make me gag.”

He doesn’t need to be told a second time, pressing down on your tongue again and pushing back until he’s activating your gag reflex. Your throat automatically closes around his fingers for a split second before he’s pulling them away and dragging them all through your mouth. Over your tongue, along your gums, against the roof of your mouth and pressing into your cheeks. He lewdly fucks your mouth with his fingers like Taehyung is fucking your ass with his cock and you swear there’s no way Heaven could be better than this.

“Fuck, you’re such a slut,” Tae grunts out, snapping his hips into your ass like he’s trying to catch his cock on fire.

“Sluts deserved to be punished, right hyung,” he asks and glances at Namjoon. The older male smirks and nods.

“Sluts like her get spanked, isn’t that right baby?”

“Yesh!” You cry around his fingers, more drool pooling from your mouth.

Taehyung groans at your eager submission, slapping his hand on each ass cheek once, twice, three times. You cry out each time, your cunt gushing and your ass milking his cock while he fucks you. When he smacks you a fourth time he hisses and grips the other cheek tight enough to leave marks.

“I’m gonna cum in your ass noona, can I?”

There’s your boy, the sweet demeanor returning in his desperation to empty his load into you. Namjoon finally pulls his fingers from your mouth and wipes them dry on his jeans.

“Yes, fuck please, yes! Empty your cock in my ass, Tae. Fill me up with your cum.”

You feel the first hot spurt the instant you say the word ‘fill’ and by the second shot of his hot seed has you cumming yourself. You didn’t expect it, but as soon as the string snaps and your orgasm hits, you feel yourself squirt your juices out onto Tae’s balls and thighs. Your vision goes blank and white, hot pleasure has you crying the boy’s name into the night. He presses into your back and practically sobs while he empties his balls in you, wrapping his arms so tightly around you that you’re sure it’s to hold himself up and not you. By the time you finally come to, you’re both panting, your legs feel like jello and you feel like Tae is permanently glued to your back with sweat. You can feel the efforts of his labor oozing out of your ass around his cock and you know as soon as he pulls out, your thighs are going to be covered in the hot, thick mess. Which you can’t say you’ll really mind.

You get the feeling you’ll be covered in a lot more it before the night is over.

[ri-ahhh]

what about drunk y/n bluntly saying all the things he wants to do to gray and he’s shocked bc she’s usually really shy. ( inspired by the first lines of pu$$y fairy by jhene) “ i like to suck when i’m drunk” “i like to fuck when i’m drunk”

Loud music thuds in every corner of the West Hollywood house you and Grayson walk into for a random party he had been invited to earlier that day. Ethan had chosen to stay at home, but you and Gray both needed to get out of the house, and while parties weren’t really his scene, socializing felt like a better alternative to Netflix tonight. 

Grayson daps up his friend that’s throwing the party and introduces you to him. He seems nice enough, but you barely catch his name before he’s excusing himself to greet some other people that have just walked in.

You catch Grayson’s eye and lean close to shout in his ear so he can hear you over the YG song blasting through the speakers nearby. He smells even better this up close than he had in the car, clean and masculine with that woody undertone that’s just a permanent part of him now. “Do you see anyone else you know?” 

He shakes his head, switching places with you so his mouth brushes your ear now. You’re sure he can feel the shiver his warm breath and too-close proximity elicits, but you’re glad it’s potentially dark enough for him not to see the goosebumps flaring across the skin left exposed by your simple bandeau top. 

“Not yet!” he says, and his huge hand places itself on the small of your back as he lifts his head to inspect your surroundings. His long fingers radiate warmth and calm your nerves a bit as you also take in the features of the house you’re in. It’s big, but not a ridiculous mansion or anything, which makes you feel a little more comfortable about being somewhere that you know literally nobody else. 

Until Grayson speaks again, that is. “Are you good by yourself long enough for me to go piss? I’ve been holding it since I got in the car.”

‘No!’ screams the petrified introvert inside you.

“Of course,” smiles the rational grown woman you pretend to be most of the time.

He grins back at you gratefully. “I’ll be like, five minutes tops,” he assures, moving his hand from your back to your hand and giving it a squeeze. 

You cling to his fingers until they’re forced to drop away with the distance between you, and watch his broad body thread through a crowd of fellow partygoers as he follows the handwritten sign with an arrow labelled ‘bathroom -- you puke, you clean.’ It’s pathetic how much you miss his presence already, but it’s not like this is the first party you’ve ever been to; if there’s any safe place at a house party for the single person to go, it’s the kitchen.

You’ve only made it a handful of yards away from where Grayson left you when suddenly a large someone stumbles into you, his drink sloshing precariously in his solo cup.

“Woah!” he says, holding his drink up and away as he glances down at you, clearly tipsy. To your dismay, some of whatever is in his cup has spilled onto your jeans, but you try to just chalk it up as a party foul without getting too annoyed. “Sorry about that.”

“You’re good,” you offer with a polite smile, brushing off some of the droplets that cling to the denim stubbornly. At least now you have another excuse to get to the kitchen and preoccupy yourself with something until Grayson returns. 

The guy blinks and looks you up and down unashamedly, and you fight not to roll your eyes. He can only be described as a Chad, looking every bit the frat daddy with his Supreme t-shirt, snapback backwards over his too-long hair, and alcohol-induced predatory gaze. 

He offers you his hand, and out of instinct you take it, but instantly cringe at how clammy it is. Being too nice to douchebags is definitely one of your character flaws. “I’m Brad.”

You can’t help but laugh at the irony, because of course he is, but he must take it as a flirtatious giggle or something, because he smiles back at you. “What’s your name? I’ve never seen you at these things before.”

You tell him against your better judgement, and Brad does that thing where he pretends not to hear. He pulls you by the hand still clasped in his and brings you closer to him, as if to hear you better. This time, you can’t stop your annoyed eye-roll, telling him again with finality and pulling away quickly. If Grayson’s closeness that way made you shudder with desire, this guy makes you do it with disgust.

Really, you just want Grayson again. You need him.

You finally rip your hand out of his grasp and give him a tight smile. He starts to speak again, but you cut him off. “Well, it was nice to meet you. I’m gonna go find something to clean myself up with.”

Whether he’s just an idiot asshole or because of the alcohol flowing through him, Brad doesn’t take the hint. “Aw, beautiful, I said I’m sorry! Let me come with, and I’ll make you a drink to make up for it.”

“Dude, I literally just told you my name,” you say, unable to help yourself as this guy’s douche-meter hits record highs with that. “Thank you, but I’m good. Please leave me alone.”

You turn on the spot, but you can feel him following close behind. Luckily, the kitchen is only one room over, and even more in your favor, Grayson is already there, shining like the beautiful angel he is under the recessed lights.

He meets your eyes when you walk in, and you give him the bug-eyed ‘save me’ look that you hope translates to boy as well as it does to girl. He cocks an amused brow, but then his eyes fall behind you and see Brad trailing you like a lost, horny dog, and he frowns immediately. 

“Hey,” he greets, opening his arms to you at once as soon as you wiggle through the other minglers between you. You fall into them and sigh in relief, so happy to see him that you stand on your tiptoes and plant a warm kiss to his stubbled cheek.

“Hey,” you return, pulling back and looking up at him with a smile. His eyes are still locked on Brad, who has stopped in his tracks but not walked away. “Brad here spilled some of his drink on me by accident but doesn’t seem to think I’m capable of cleaning up myself.”

“Nah, I was just gonna make you a drink, babe, remember?” he slurs, narrowing his beady blue eyes at Grayson, like there’s even an ounce of intimidation behind them.

Grayson scoffs, and shifts so he’s squared up with Brad. He keeps his arm slung over your shoulder to hold you against him protectively, and you hold onto the hand of that arm with one of yours while you wrap your other arm around his back. Both of you glare at him. “Okay Brad, first of all, don't fucking call her that. Second, what decade are you living in? What girl nowadays is gonna take a drink from a random, sketchy guy she doesn’t know? Walk away and leave us alone, please.”

“What, is she your girlfriend, bro?”

“Yeah, she is,” he retorts without hesitation. Your heart drops, and you look up at him with surprise. His jaw is set tight and it makes his profile even sexier than usual. “Go be creepy with your own friends now. And leave the other poor girls at this party alone.”

Grayson looks down at you and cups your cheek. This whole lie has caught you completely off-gaurd, but you’re catching on to what he’s doing. You nod nearly imperceptibly in consent, and Grayson dips down to capture your lips in his for the first time ever. They're warm, soft, pliant, and perfectly insistent against yours. If Grayson is capable of anything chaste, this is it, but there’s still a heat behind it you’re all-too familiar with. This isn’t a ploy kiss; there’s something there, and neither of you are able to stop now that you’ve started. 

You trace the seam of his lips with your tongue to beg entry, and he opens willingly. His hand slips from your cheek to the back of your head, clutching a handful of your hair and tipping your head back to allow himself better access to your mouth as his tongue takes dominance, just how you imagined it would so many times late at night. 

“Uh, Grayson?”

Both of you are startled apart, and jerk your heads to the female voice just a couple feet away that had interrupted you. Brad is gone, but a beautiful dark-skin girl with piercing eyes the color of cinnamon stands there with her arms crossed and a perfectly done brow arched high on her forehead. Clearly, you had interrupted them first.

“Nadia!” he exclaims in surprise, clearly having forgotten she was even there before he kissed you. His chest heaves as he fights to catch his breath and you blush when he swipes his thumb across a patch of your saliva clinging to his lower lip. “Sorry. I, uh --”

“You didn’t tell me you have a girlfriend.”

It hurts your heart to do it, but you look at Grayson and step away. Who knows how long he’s been talking to this girl before tonight; who are you to come between that right now? 

“I’m sorry, I’m not his girlfriend. He was just helping me get rid of that gorilla that followed me in here. You know how some guys are. They respect a man’s ‘territory’ more than the girl just telling them no.”

Nadia’s pretty features soften some, and she sighs. “Yeah, tell me about it.” She looks at Grayson, standing there still somewhat sheepishly. “I have to go. Call me when you get...this sorted out.”

“I --”

“It’s okay, Gray. Trust me.” Her eyes linger back and forth over the two of you. “Figure it out, and call me.”

She leaves the two of you with a small but friendly smile that confuses you some. You heave out a sigh. The night has definitely taken a turn for the dramatic, that’s for sure.

You long for a stiff vodka soda to settle your mind, but there are too many external factors that make that a bad idea right now. You’re suddenly aware that there’s still many people in the kitchen, but they're all impervious to two random people making out next to them. 

You snatch a couple cans of ginger ale off the huge collection of mixers on one of the countertops, and hand one to Grayson. He pops it open gratefully and chugs a huge swallow of it, burping into his hand. You can’t help but giggle, and take a more dainty sip of your own can. You still wish it had alcohol in it, but it’ll do.

It’s like he can read your mind, stuffing his free hand in his pocket. “You know, you can have a drink. I really don’t mind.”

You lean back against the counter and look up at him. He’s blushing, from embarrassment or arousal, you’re not sure. You know your heartbeat is still thumping in your panties at the lingering feel of his lips on yours and his hands trailing over your body. Something has inevitably shifted between the two of you, and Nadia was right: you need to figure it out. 

You’re not the most outspoken person all the time, but if there’s one thing you hate more than putting yourself out there, it’s leaving heavy things up in the air. You take a deep breath and scoot a little closer to him. 

“I know. I just...don’t trust myself to be even remotely tipsy around you right now.”

He looks at you, confused. “You don’t trust me?”

You suddenly remember his complete lack of experience with how alcohol can affect more than your motor movements and decision making. It’s endearing.

“I said I don’t trust myself,” you correct with a smile, reaching up to brush his flop of hair out of his eyes. “I liked that kiss. It made me want more.”

Grayson swallows. “Yeah?” he finally says, a little dumbly.

You giggle. “Yeah. Like, a lot more.”

A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, and he shuffles even closer so you’re pretty much trapped against the counter and his thick, muscular body. Despite the fact that you’d have a harder time escaping this than you did back in the living room with Brad, you feel more free and confident than ever. 

“Like what?” he asks, setting his can down behind you, planting his hand on the edge of the counter next to your hip.

You smile and allow your hand to rest on one defined pec through his thin shirt. You can feel his heart beating strong and fast, matching your own. It gives you the courage to put it all out there.

“Like... take you to the car and suck your dick; like, have you fuck me once we get home.” You look up at him through your lashes, pleased to see him sufficiently flushed and flustered by your words. “Like, go on a date?”

Your fingers have trailed over the hard ridges of his abs and settled on the edge of his belt, tugging on it playfully. Grayson gasps and looks at you with wide eyes and a disbelieving smile as he snatches it away in his own, bringing your fingers to his lips. “Easy. Wow, I can’t decide which of those I want to do most.” He looks back a little and narrows his eyes. “Are you sure you’re not drunk.”

You laugh and shake your head, taking your hand out of his and wrapping it around the back of his neck. “Nope, that’s all you baby. But who says we can’t do all of those, tonight?”

Grayson smiles brightly, and interlaces your fingers. Your ginger ales get abandoned on the counter as he starts to drag you through the throngs of people. “Let’s fucking go.”

[missskzbiased]

Getting a Roommate (2)

Okay, So I’m back! I got a suggestion about the roommate so I wrote it. I’m really glad people read it kkk I honestly thought this wasn’t going to go anywhere.

Anyway, I think I should put a “Language” warn(?) since I write a lot of “fuc-”... And This one has a lot of dialogue. I guess all of them will have it, but this one is basically talking. Felix and IN are here this time~

Word Count: ~3,9K Female lead I hope you guys like it. I’m all ears for suggestions! Also, I hope you guys suggest a Love Triangle pair you prefer :3

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Final) ---------------------------------------/////------------------------------------------

    You were heading out Jisung’s and Changbin’s place, making a decision You thought would be the best-case scenario: Seungmin would be a perfect choice. He was sweet, quiet, clean and kinda funny too with the old hag stuff. You should have just stayed there. When you finally got to his place, walking a lot, since you didn’t want to spend money on a bus if you could just walk for 20 minutes, you knocked all happy.

   “Y/N!” He said smiling as he opened the door.

   “Hey, old hag, I’m back” You smiled back, but your smile soon dropped from your face.

   In the middle of his living room were some boxes and a really cute guy wiping his sweat with the back of his hand from his forehead. He looked like a fox and you felt He was one at that moment.

   “Oh boy…” You whined “Am I too late?”

   Seungmin looked at you sympathetically and tapped your shoulder twice.

   “I’m sorry, but He’s an old hag too” He said, grimacing at you.

   Great… Now your best option was going back to Jisung’s and Changbin’s place and get the bloody room… Why had you had to walk all the way here for nothing?! Seungmin seemed to notice your moody self and gesticulated to his new roommate. That could have been you, You thought devastated.

   “Hey, Jeongin, come meet my not-hag friend! She came right before you” He said and the boy came smiling to you.

   You wished you could call him a sly fox, but He was so cute! He could be a baby fox, tough… His smile made him look like a child and He extended his hand to you really excitedly, shaking it like He was really hyped to meet you.

   “So my little Seungmo have a friend beside me?! I am: CHOCKED” He laughed, getting a slap on the back from Seungmin.

   “I’m older than you, you little shit” Seungmin retorted, smiling, and both of them laughed.

   You wanted to laugh too, but you were feeling too dumb to do it at the moment.

   “He’s a sly fox and didn’t even say it was him, so I thought it would be just like anyone to see the place, but then He just dropped his stuff on my floor!” He said excitedly.

   Good News: Seungmin was hyped, so He could warm up with time, just like you thought.

   Bad News: You were homeless.

   You were about to say goodbye to them and bring your sorry ass back to your last place, but Jeongin looked at you with a bright smile and gestured for you to come inside.

   “Do you have any manners, Seungmo?” He rolled his eyes “How can you let a friend hanging by the door?” and He grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside gently, closing the door.

  “He’s bringing people home!” You accused jokingly “Did you really betrayed me for him?” You faked a hurt expression and made both of them laugh.

   “And you called me a sly fox?” Jeongin arched his brows, chuckling.

   “Can I sit down a little bit?” You asked, tired, and Seungmin promptly gestured to the couch.

   “Of course!” He rushed, going to the couch and fluffing it “Where are my manners?” He apologized and you chuckled.

   “Thank god!” You said as soon as your butt reached the cushion “I’m so tired!” You whined, looking at them sitting down across you, Seungmin on the couch and Jeongin on the armchair.

   “Is it that hard to find a roommate better than me?” He said smugly joking and you rolled your eyes.

   “I came on foot, under this bloody summer sun at midday, Seungmin… But yeah, it’s also hard to find a good roommate” You complained “And now I have to walk back to where I just came because my best shot is to live with two loud, but really nice, musicians” You sighed “What a day”

   “Why the hell didn’t you message me?” Seungmin asked surprised “It would have saved you from walking under the bloody sun” He mocked you.

  “That’s because I thought we had a connection, you snake!” You accused and he cackled.

   “Yeah, We have! It’s called Wi-fi and it would save you from walking” Jeongin snorted at that and you giggled.

   “I’m dumb, for god sakes, forgive me this once, you supreme intelligent life form on Earth” You pleaded mockingly and They chuckled.

   “That’s a whole new way of calling Seungmin a knows-all! I like her, Hyung” Jeongin said happily.

   “But then again you took him from me” You sniffled, wiping fake tears from your eyes and then laughed.

   It was all going too well, you happily talking to the guys that wouldn’t be your roommates, but could be your new friends, before your stomach made a loud grumbling sound. You widened your eyes in chock and the boys cackled at you.

   “Should we have lunch?” Seungmin offered.

   “No! I can’t bother you that much, I’m heading out to Jisung’s place and I can eat something around there” You refused.

   “Did you message him?”Seungmin asked narrowing his eyes.

   “That couldn’t even be possible” You laughed like He was crazy “What are the chances that both of my best choices would find another roommate?” You giggled at the thought.

   You got up and thanked them for being nice enough to let you crash on their couch for a little, and happily got all the way back to Jisung’s and Changbin’s place. 20 minutes walk wasn’t really much and the sun was almost bearable now, so you were feeling better. You should know you are an unlucky bitch, tough.

   When Jisung opened the door, confused, You saw a big backpack on the floor and a skinny boy right next to it.

   “What are the chances that both of my best choices would find another roommate?” Your voice echoed on your head. Yeah, right! The chances of you being screwed were 100% because you were the subject, of course. You could only be angry with yourself for not taking Seungmin’s advice.

   “Oh, Y/N!” Jisung said, smiling at you “Did you forget something?”

   Well, yeah! You forgot you have the most rotten luck in the world!

   “Y/N?” You heard a familiar voice and you looked up to the new boy in the place.

   You couldn’t believe it.

   “Felix, you little piece of shit!” You beamed.

   “What are you doing here?!” He asked surprised, coming to the door and hugging you “Are you stalking me, you creep?” He asked alarmed, laughing right after.

  “As if” You snorted “Why didn’t you say you were looking for a place?! We could be living together and I wouldn’t be so screwed up right now!” You whined and he laughed.

  “How would I know you needed a new place too?! My roommate got caught in the hallways, apparently having sex with someone while they were really high” He explained “So we got expelled and here I am”

  “I can’t believe it! Was the boy your roommate?! The girl was mine!” You groaned “We totally should have lived together! But your mom was all like ‘You can’t live with a girl, Do you want to be a father?’” You mimicked her tone and Felix laughed.

   “As if all the sleepovers wouldn’t be enough to get you pregnant” He chuckled and You laughed, remembering all the sleepovers you had with him, playing Uno until morning, and watching Horror movies just to be scared and asking him to go to the bathroom with you.

   Jisung looked abashed, eyeing you both.

   “So… I’m going to head back… Make yourself home, Y/N” Jisung said, turning around, embarrassed.

   You couldn’t understand why he looked so ashamed, but you decided to ignore it, sitting on the couch with Felix.

   “Are you hungry?” He asked you, his eyes shining while He smiled at you.

   “I’m starving” You groaned “Have been hungry since before coming back here… Felix, why couldn’t We be smart for once and talk to each other about moving out?” You whined, looking at him with puppy eyes “I just have two more places to go now… I can live with a guy that would like me to hear him having sex” Felix shot up a brow at that “Or I can live with two fuckboys”

   “What the hell?” He uttered “Don’t you have anywhere better to go?”

   “I had a great chance to move in with a really sweet guy, but I thought maybe I could find a better place, so I ran into a Dom guy and then I came here” You explained “So I went back to the sweet guy and He found a roommate, a friend of his, and then I came here again… And here you are” You sighed “And now I’m hungry and homeless all over again”

   “What will you choose? Dom guy or Fuckboys?” He asked curiously.

   “I don’t know… Dom guy seemed nice enough, but do I want to hear him being called Daddy?” You wondered “Not really…”

   “Fuckboys are creep guys? Or just… Free souls?” He asked unsurely and you chuckled.

   “One of them is really nice, He was almost a gentleman, Maybe a little bit… Crude on his words. The other one tough…” You groaned “He’s an asshole!”

   “Okay, but the asshole one is that unbearable? Did He try to make a move on you or something?” Felix asked worriedly.

   “No! He said I wasn’t fuckable enough! Can you believe it? He said I would have to beg him to fuck me” You rolled your eyes “Where in the world would I beg to be fucked by a dumbass?” You complained, getting angry.

   “Well that’s good, actually” Felix shrugged “If dumbass don’t want to fuck you, You will have a peaceful home, won’t you? They can fuck whoever they want and you can sleep in peace without listening to anything… It sounds like a win-win situation to me” He advised.

   “I can’t believe I am considering living with that douche” You sighed again “Well, I better call Minho before another random roommate gets my place”

   “I’m not a random roommate! I was thinking of giving you these, you ungrateful brat” He uttered, searching for something on his backpack and showing you a box full of brownies.

   “Did I say a random roommate? I meant a perfect friend that I could never badmouth!” You said, picking a brownie and feeling all your soul screaming in happy language “Oh god! This is so good!” You said while picking another one before he could close de box.

  He laughed at you.

   “You’re a snake, did you know that?” He looked at you playfully.

   “And you are the biologist guy that feeds me and makes me happy” You answered, feeling a lot better after eating something.

   You searched Minho’s number on your phone and called him.

   “Hey” You said after he answered “Yeah, It’s Y/N… Make a room for me, I’m staying there” You sighed “Yeah, totally great… Yeah, I’ll be there later, I just need to get my stuff. What? Oh… Well, yeah… It would help me a lot, actually. Okay! Goodbye!”

   Felix looked at you curiously.

   “What?” He asked “You sound happy to live with a fuckboy”

   “He will help me bring my stuff!” You beamed “He has a car… Finally, something went right!” You couldn’t believe your luck. You messaged him your old address.

   “Want a helping hand?” He asked, but you denied, thanking him for the offer and the food.

   “I’m out, Felix!” You waved him goodbye and decided to finally take a cab to your place. No more walking for you, little lady!

   When you got there, Minho was already waiting, his arms crossed and his face emotionless while He looked at the passersby. You waved a ‘Hi’ and His eyes lighted up when He finally found you.

   “Thank god! I was beginning to wonder if you were pranking me because of Hyunjin” He confessed and you chuckled.

   “I’m not that bad and you were nice enough” You tapped his shoulder “So let’s go, dude, We have a lot of things to pick up”

   “I’m really sorry for you having to put up with him” He said suddenly and you looked at him. He really seemed sorry and you let a smile crack on your face.

   “It’s his fault, not yours” You shrugged “And I will have to put up with him anyway now that I don’t have anywhere else do go, so this is it. Moving on”

   He smiled and then followed you around, helping you pick up all your things and get the boxes to the car. When you finally sat down on the passenger’s seat and buckled up, He whistled.

   “That was a lot of stuff” He states.

   “Imagine doing this all by myself” You agreed “I own you one”

   “Own me enough to buy me some food?” He asked grinning

   “It hasn’t even been a day and you already extorting me” You accused and He laughed “Unfortunately I’m starving so I will have to accept that offer”

   “That makes two of us. Where should we go?” He asked.

   “Anywhere you want, but remember I’m poor” You shrugged and He snorted.

   “Fast Food is good enough for you, my poor lady?” He said jokingly.

   “Is that how you flirt?” You cackled “It’s good enough, I can afford it” You agreed and He drived you guys to eat some unhealthy food.

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   “Get your lazy ass off the couch and help us with the boxes” Minho yelled at Hyunjin, Who just stood there looking at him.

   “What took you so long? I was waiting for you” He whined and Minho arched a brow at him, putting the box down.

  “What is it?” He asked.

  “Let’s order some food” He pleaded and Minho snorted.

   “Do I look like your father?” Minho rolled his eyes “Pay for your own food for once, man”

   You finally got there with your box and put it on the floor.

   “Oh, look at him!” You said, giggling “I could say that to you, sir” and Minho smiled sheepishly at you.

   “What?!” Hyunjin groaned “You ate with her?” He rolled his eyes “Not even a day and you’re already disturbing me” He looked at you, pouting.

   “Didn’t know you had a child” You said looking at Minho “When baby boy stops crying help me out with the boxes, please?” You asked, heading back to the car and ignoring Hyunjin’s tantrum.

   Hyunjin looked pissed at the door and Minho cackled up.

   “Hey, baby boy” Minho called, mocking him.

   “Fuck off” He uttered, getting up from the couch.

   “Are you going to cry on bed now?” Minho asked, still laughing.

   “You’re so annoying!” Hyunjin groaned “Did you left any food for me?” He asked.

   “Yeah, but Y/N was the one who paid for it, so I do think it’s better for you to help with the boxes, so you can eat because I won’t cook for you” He warned, heading back to the car.

   You were surprised to see Hyunjin coming with Minho, his hands on his pockets, like He didn’t give a fuck, but coming to help anyway.

   “What did you tell him?” You whispered on Minho’s ears and He chuckled.

   “I said you were only giving him food if he helped” He answered, whispering to you.

   “We don’t have any food left” You said amused, eyeing Hyunjin getting the box to the elevator.

   “Well, I figured He deserved a little prank” He grinned and you laughed out loud.

   “Oh my god! I love you” You said amused and He smiled.

   “Now I think We’re even” He said, ruffling your hair and picking up two boxes. “Let this one there, so He come back to pick it up” He advised.

  You giggled. Making Hyunjin unhappy was really making your day.

   “Give me this” You pointed to one of the boxes, and He shrugged it off, heading towards the elevator and you followed him.

   Hyunjin went back for the last box when both of you came inside the house, this time you were holding the box that Minho rushedly put on your hands. When He put the last box on the floor, he looked at you.

  “I would like the food now” He said politely.

   “What food?” You asked slyly.

   He eyed you and scoffed.

   “The food you bought to me” He said “Please? I helped with two boxes” He made puppy eyes and you wheezed.

   “Sorry, but I didn’t buy you any food” You admitted “What made you think that I did?” You asked innocently and Minho scoffed at that.

   “You son of a bitch” Hyunjin pointed at Minho “I can’t believe I helped her for nothing” He whined “I thought you were my buddy” He faked hurt and Minho arched a brow and chuckled.

   “You are, but She’s my buddy now too” He shrugged “And you were an asshole this morning, You could have screwed us up, dude, I won’t have it”

   “And here was I thinking it was all for me” You joked.

   “Don’t get ahead of yourself, darling” Minho grimaced at you, and you both laughed.

   “Ok… I guess I deserved it” Hyunjin rolled his eyes “We can’t do anything now, She’s already here anyway” He sighed “We should make some rules” He suggested.

   “Oh, please!” You agreed eagerly and both boys looked at you confused.

   “Please! Please don’t be too loud” You pleaded “I want to sleep at night without hearing you guys having sex”

  “Well, you should say it to the girls we’re gonna bring” Hyunjin snorted “But our walls are thick, We choose it so we didn’t need to hear each other having sex” He admitted “So I guess this one is fine”

  “Thank god” You said, smiling, sitting down, waiting for them to do the same.

  “ We have to schedule things” Minho brought up “Who will be cooking, cleaning and doing laundry, buy groceries” He remembered “Hyunjin is fine by cleaning everything up, He likes to have a tidy place and brag about it”

   “Well, you did brag about it tough” You reminded him and He smiled sheepishly.

   “I would say anything for you to stay” He admitted and you laughed.

   “Ew, It sounds like you guys are dating, stop it” Hyunjin made a gagging sound and Minho laughed “Which bring us to the third rule: No dating or fucking?”

   “What are you? Six?” Minho scoffed “Why should it be a rule? If someone gets jealous, It would be way better to have a rule saying that if anything comes up the person will have to help us find a new roommate” He made his point.

   “I don’t mind at all” You shrugged “It’s not like I intend to hook up with one of you anyway, but Minho’s idea is way more mature like expected” You stated.

   “Fine, so if you guys hook up you will help us to find a roommate” Hyunjin agreed and you scoffed.

   “Why me?” You complained “Maybe it’s you who will be getting jealous because I will steal your buddy” You reasoned.

   “Great, She already thinks she can steal you from me, Minho, put her in her place, please” He joked and you grinned.

   “Anything else?’ Minho wondered “Well, obviously you can bring anyone you want here too” Minho said looking at you “We just warn one another when we coming with someone, so it won’t be uncomfortable for anyone… Imagine if I break into the room taking off someone’s clothes and you are watching TV with a friend… Not the best way to set up the mood. We try to stay in our rooms too, so We don’t run into naked people on the corridor” You laughed at that.

   “That seems ok for me” You agreed “What about the bathroom?”

   “What about the bathroom?” Minho asked

   “Do you guys have it scheduled? Do you lock the door? I don’t want to run into you showering” You explained.

   “I wouldn’t be so sure about that” He joked and you rolled your eyes “But no, we don’t… We just enter the bathroom when the other is there, but I guess we can’t do that anymore”

   “Well, obviously” You agreed.

   “You can just lock it” Hyunjin suggested “And you will only need to check if He or I am not inside it before you come”

   “Good enough for me” You stated “Maybe a little bit of schedule would be good, though, like know who has classes first and this kind of thing”

   “ We can see this later, I don’t think it will be necessary… We’re both really quick to bath and get ready, so you should have a lot of time to do it anyway”

   “I guess that is it?” You shrugged “We’re roomies now”

   “Great” Hyunjin mocked, raising his hands like he was celebrating and you rolled your eyes.

   “Do you wanna do the laundry so we don’t see your stuff?” Minho asked suddenly.

   “I got the impression you guys already saw a lot of underwear in your like, I don’t really mind it” You scoffed and Minho laughed.

   “Fair enough, so we can schedule it. You can help me buy the groceries since Hyunjin will be cleaning  and wash the dishes, so we split the house chores”

   “Perfect” You smiled “Now I’m going to get my room ready” You said excitedly.

   “Oh! Actually…” Minho looked at you nervously and scratched the back of his neck “Your room isn’t ready yet” He admitted “We have bought a new bed, but it probably will come just by the end of the week” He explained.

   “I can’t believe it” You sighed “I knew I should choose the Dom guy” You complained “Well, I will just hang my clothes then…”

   “Yeah…” He started and you eyed him suspiciously “You don’t have a closet yet” He stated.

   “Oh, lord” You groaned “Why did you announce this shit if you hadn’t a room ready?!” You whined.

   “I thought we would have more time!” He apologized “Sorry, you can take my bed”

   “No way in hell!” You fake gagged “I’m sleeping on the couch” You assured.

   “What? Why?” He asked surprised.

   “That’s no way I will just sleep where you have sex every day!” You answered outraged.

   “Hey, I change the sheets!” He defended himself.

   “No way, I’m sleeping on the couch” You shushed him.

   “Well, I don’t know…” Hyunjin started talking, But Minho cut him off.

   “No, let her sleep here” He grinned “When she gets her back hurting She will come to me crying”

   “Yeah, right, Hyunjin’s father” You rolled your eyes.

   “I wasn’t even doing anything now!” Hyunjin protested, but you only laughed at him.

   “Well, I’m just gonna put my clothes on random piles on the floor then”

   You picked up the boxes one by one, heading to your new room. It was big enough for you, it already had a writing-desk waiting there and a lot of empty space. You could start decorating and leaving your style here, hanging some posters, photos and putting your books on the desk… It would be good enough for you. Your classes were going to start in three days, so you had enough time to do all that and go sleep on the damn couch.

   You should really have chosen Seungmin when you had the chance…

[babbushka]

Empress

Kylo Ren x Reader ; Knights of Ren x Reader 

Word count: 3.5k ; Warnings: N S F W lol (Group sex, women & men KoR, rough oral, voyeurism, mentions of blood, there’s just a lot going on here you guys lol)

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You’re surprised when you get the message that they’ve arrived.

Kylo and his Knights of Ren had gone on a dangerous mission to the Outer Rim, one that was expected to take far longer than you had anticipated. So when you receive the notification on your holo-pad that their ship is preparing to dock, you scramble to throw on something nice and run barefoot down the halls of the Supremacy.

You run straight into Kylo’s arms, nearly knock him over with your excitement, and though he wears his mask, you can tell he’s smiling. He always smiles at you.

“You’re back!” You grin, and he holds you very tight for a few moments before setting you down so you can greet the Knights.

There’s five of them, and thank the stars they’re all here before you. All human, although some theorize otherwise. Three men and two women, all loyal to Kylo, loyal to you.

You hug each and every one of them, their hands winding around your middle as you do, holding you close. They were all incredibly protective of you, they loved you.

“How’s our best girl?” One of them, Casey asks. She’s the oldest of the women, and the most fierce, the most bloodthirsty.

“Better now that you’re here.” You grin into her visor, try to squint to see if you can catch a glimpse of her eyes.

You never can, but that’s besides the point. You’ll see them soon.

You’ll see all of them, soon.

Another Knight, a man named Six, pulls you from Casey’s arms, hugs you close. He leans in for you to kiss his helmet, and your eyes go wide at the same time that Kylo grabs him by the back of his cowl and yanks him away from you, yanks him right up in Kylo’s face.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” He seethes, voice angry and staticy through the vocoder, and though you can’t see Six’s face, you know he’s shaking.

“I’m sorry Master, she’s just so – ”

“I know. I know she is.” Kylo practically spits, before dropping his Knight.

He collects you back in his arms, and you kiss Kylo’s helmet, hot and open mouthed, breath fogging up the metal. He’s the only one who’s allowed to kiss you, they know this. You don’t know why Six pushes his luck the way he does.

“You all must be so cold,” You say, not wanting to be out in the hanger any longer than necessary, “Let me warm you up?”

 They form their protective square around you as they escort you back to your quarters, the ones you share with Kylo. There was an arrangement, between them all, between you and them. You were Kylo’s girl, his first and favorite girl, the love of his life. But they were all so loyal, all so needy.

Kylo let them have you, on special occasions. A reward for a job well done. They wanted you all the time, but then again, everyone wanted you. It was a privilege, one that only the Supreme Leader could bestow, to have you.

They have a hive-mind, being so mentally linked through the Force, and they feed off of one another’s lust, their thirst for you. When you reach your quarters, they’re practically vibrating, thrumming with energy as they all begin to disrobe, as the airlock hiss of the pressure release fills the room when they remove their helmets.

They’re all very unique looking, each in their own way. They’re incredibly well built, muscular, even the women. Maybe especially the women, you think as you appraise their rippling arms and thighs. They take their time with you, sliding your gown off your shoulders, letting it pool onto the floor at your feet. Two of them, Max and Tin, fall to their knees in front of you, nuzzle their faces against your stomach.

You chuckle, all the Knights were very much like a pack of wild dogs that Kylo has somehow managed to tame, hanging on your every word, nipping at your heels.

Kylo himself remains fully clothed as he sits on the big comfortable armchair just off to the side of the great canopy bed where you crawl on top of, settle down on the plush soft comforter.

“Since you were so good, you get to choose: do you want me all at once, or do you want to take turns?” You ask, sitting on your knees on the bed, naked just like them.

“All at once.” They reply, all at once, in a way that makes you blush.

They were all so needy for you, for your body.

It works out well that there’s five of them, you think as they crowd around you, all climbing up onto the bed and getting into position.

Six lays down on the bed and pulls you to him, sits you down on his lap, right on his cock. It’s hard, they’re all hard for you, all the ones who can get hard anyway. You’re wet enough though, wet enough to take him, and he groans as he holds you up.

“Oh fuck she’s tight.” Six huffs, and you hum from the feeling full.

Tin crawls up behind you, kneads the flesh of your ass for a minute or two before spreading your cheeks. You surprise him, surprise all of them really, by having a pretty pink plug already buried deep inside you. You had worked it inside you hurriedly when you heard they were coming, had enough time to just get it inside before making your way to the hangar.

It’s hard for you to relax though, when Tin tries to pull it out. He’s careful, but when you start wriggling away you feel the warm familiar embrace of the Force holding you still as he twists and tugs the plug out.

“No no no baby, you’re not going anywhere.” He shushes you, and you moan loud as he nudges the head of his cock against your asshole quickly, so that you don’t start to close up.

No one would want to waste that delicious stretch, after all.

Sandwiched between them, the third man in the group, Jov, climbs up to the head of the bed, wags his heavy cock in your face.

“Open.” He says and you do, open your mouth wide.

You’re already salivating, breath already coming in pants at the feeling of being stuffed from both ends, your cunt and your ass filled. No one is moving, no one thrusts, not yet, not until Kylo gives them permission. They wait for the command from their master like the well behaved hounds they are, and in obedience, Jov only slides his dick into your mouth, down your throat once, just to get it good and buried.

You breathe deeply through your nose, adjust yourself so you’re comfortable around all three of them, before the women, Casey and Max position themselves so they’re laying on either side of you.

They’re all obsessed with your tits, but Casey and Max get first dibs on them when they take you all at the same time like this. When they decide to go one at a time, they eat you out like a champ, fuck you hard with a strap until you’re sobbing, but times like these when there’s just too many dicks and not enough holes, they settle for sucking your nipples raw.

“Go.” Kylo says off-handedly, once they’re all in position and you look good and ready.

Kylo’s so in tune with you, with your thoughts, he doesn’t need you to give a verbal confirmation.

And good thing too, because at the sound of the command Jov rams his cock so far down your throat that your eyes immediately spring with tears from the sensation. You try your best not to gag around him, try your best to keep yourself relaxed so Six and Tin can fuck you well.

They have a steady rhythm, when Six thrusts into your pussy, Tin pulls out of your ass, and then they switch. It’s delicious, it’s horribly good, makes you shudder and shiver all over as they grunt and groan in your ear.

“That’s it, she’s so talented, so good.” One of them praises you, makes your cunt clench at the sweet words, makes you moan.

They do something with you, you don’t know what it is, something with the Force. They make you come as many times as you can. They get inside your nerves and set your body alight, all of them, all at the same time as they fuck you and fuck you from all ends.

“I love it when she comes.” Another growls, and there’s something degrading about being talked about like you’re not even there, like it’s not you that they mean, that you moan and whine against Jov’s cock.

“Oh – !” You gasp around him, knees buckling only for Six and Tin to pry them back open, keep you open and pliant for them.

Too soon your orgasm crashes over you, too soon you’re shutting your eyes against the feeling of it as white hot pleasure shoots through your limbs. They’ve barely started, and you know they’re going to reduce you to nothing but a ragdoll by the time they’re finished, they’re going to make you an incoherent mess.

You thrill at the thought, your stomach swoops, and you arch your back further, push your tits further into the women’s mouths, as they suckle and bite and kiss at you. You sometimes feel bad for them, when they don’t get to fuck you, but they’re fingering themselves, you can hear it. You don’t feel so bad then.

“She’s so sweet.” Max says, pulling off for just a little.

Of course they can hear you, they all can hear your thoughts. The hive-mind doesn’t just stop with Kylo.

Speaking of which, he’s got his fist around his cock, slowly pumping himself as he sits in the armchair. He’s fully clothed still, only his monster cock visible amidst the mass of black cloth and leather. He does this, every time. Likes to watch, the voyeur.

Sometimes he’ll hide in another room and get off, sometimes he’ll stand right by the bed and hold your hair, whisper filthy, humiliating things in your ear. Things like, you like getting used don’t you? Such a good whore aren’t you? Spreading your legs like a bitch in heat.

There are hands absolutely all over you. So many bodies that you can’t tell who is who anymore, can’t tell which hands belong to which Knight. They grab at you, grope you, hold your legs open hold your throat hold your tits. You don’t know what exactly happens but all of a sudden instead of pleasure there’s a harsh spike of pain, and you gag around Jov’s cock, pull off with a sputter.

“Ow!” You complain with a frown, wiping the drool and slobber off your chin with the back of your hand.

Kylo is out of his seat in a second, and all the fun stops, all the fucking comes to a screeching halt. Your own hips betray you, as they rock back and forth trying to keep getting more friction, trying to come again.

“Who?” He asks, voice velvety smooth but dangerous, low.

“I don’t know.” You hiccup, throat raw from being fucked so much, so hard. “Kylo – !”

He’s buried a vibroblade into Jov’s side, crimson immediately pouring down his flank. Jov grits and bears the pain, doesn’t so much as groan when Kylo yanks it out and shoves him off the bed.

Kylo takes his spot, but he doesn’t slide his cock down your throat, not yet.  

“No one gets to hurt you.” He kisses you, his hot mouth on your own, his lips beautifully red and begging to be bitten, so you do.

“No one but you? Will you hurt me?” You ask through hooded lids, “Please daddy?”

He grimaces at you, grabs your jaw in his gloved hand and you can’t help but suppress a grin. He hates it when you call him that, thinks it’s entirely too gross. You only do it when you want him riled up, and he knows this.

“Don’t be a brat, or I just might.” He says, not releasing his grip on your face. Before he bends down to kiss you again, he mutters out an, “Keep going.”

They all move again, all of them, the thrusting in and out of your cunt and ass have your thighs shaking, have you moaning into Kylo’s mouth as he swallows the sounds down. He pets your hair sweetly, makes out with you while Casey and Max pinch and squeeze and knead your tits, as their tongues prod and pull at your nipples.

They are all quiet except for you, as you fall deeper and deeper into your pleasure, you grow louder and louder until you’re shouting, coming again, for the second time of the evening. They haven’t even touched your clit yet, haven’t even rammed your gspot yet, you come simply from the awe-inspiring power they have over you – and whatever the fuck it is they do with the Force.

“I want to kiss her.” Six complains from under you, and if you weren’t drooling so hard you might have laughed.

“Well you can’t. Just fuck her instead.” Kylo snaps, as he cups your cheeks in his hands and treats you so softly, so so softly even as you’re getting absolutely fucking railed. “You take them so well, look at you, look at you crying for them. They missed you. I missed you.”

The praise makes you sob, makes your chest heave into Casey and Max’s mouths, makes Jov groan from his spot on the floor where he’s fucking into his fist, completely disregarding the wound on his side. Your eyes and cheek sting with tears as you come again, as Six finally touches your aching throlling clit and rolls it between his fingers.

You clamp down around him and Tin, and the men grunt as they only work in time to milk your orgasm. Your throat clicks with the force of it, and you shudder and shake all over, spit all over you – both yours and theirs, you can’t tell, you can’t tell anything anymore.

“So pretty.” One of them murmurs.

“Gorgeous.”

“Stunning.”

They all agree, and you cry and cry, biting your lip so hard that it bleeds, and Kylo licks up the blood, swallows it down the same way he swallows down your shouts and screams.

“What do you want?” Kylo asks, and you nuzzle your face against his hands, trembling all over.

“Just you.” You say, and they all groan as they’re forced to come soon. If they don’t, Kylo will make them pull out and finish off themselves, and that’s never fun.

“You all have a minute.” Kylo orders, and they swear to themselves, pick up the pace.

It’s no longer an even rhythm that they fuck you with, Tiv and Six break enough to speed up, to be rough, bruising your hips and thighs where their grip on you is too tight. They once broke your bones like this, once broke your wrist from gripping you too tightly. Kylo cut their hands off for it, replaced it instead with robotics.

There’s another rule in place, one that they all abide by. No one but Kylo is allowed to kiss you or come inside your cunt, everyone else has to shoot their load only once they’ve completely pulled out.

Which is why you aren’t surprised when thick ropes of come splash against your back, against your stomach, not surprised when even Jov has come back to stand at the side of the bed, jerking off onto your face, into your mouth.

“Dammit.” Is all Six says, when he comes, because you know he wants to come inside. They all do.

The women go tense on their own fingers, but they feed it to you, they all feed you their come, and you suck it off their fingers happily.

You’re completely overwhelmed, oversensitive to the point that it hurts, but you still want more.

You want Kylo.

“Mine.” He gives you a handsome smile, a devious one, before snapping his teeth at the Knights, commanding, “Give us space.”

They pull themselves away from you, and only once you are completely free of them and their hold, do you whine and whimper for Kylo. It’s such an odd feeling not being surrounded by them, but one that’s made entirely better when Kylo lays you down softly on your back, when he props a pillow under your hips sweetly and parts your shaking legs with tenderness.

Kylo always saves himself for last, always. He’s the biggest out of all of them, both in size of body and cock. Despite being absolutely torn apart, you still struggle to accommodate his length, his girth, the way that it curves inside you is sinful, and he’s rubbing at your gpot in no time, really grinding his cock into you.

He’s still fully clothed, and the sensation of the fabric on your overheated, overly sensitive skin has you crying again. You shy away from him but he shushes you and kisses you deeply, even as his coarse clothing scratches your skin.

“Look she’s gonna come again.” One of them says, hungry eyes trained on you, on your cunt.

They like to watch just as much as Kylo does, and despite already coming on you, they still aren’t finished. Sometimes they’ll even fuck each other, thinking it’s you.

“Are you gonna knock her up?” Another asks hopefully, and this gets them excited.

“You should, it’ll get her tits full.” A third moans as he fucks his fist.

“Fuck I’m thirsty.” A fourth agrees.

“Shut up.” Kylo growls, before turning to you and focusing on pushing his cock as far into your abused pussy as he can, pushing you up the bed with the force of it.

“Unh, Kylo!” You whine, have the ability to speak now that you aren’t completely overwhelmed, now that it’s only Kylo rocking his hips into you, only Kylo punching air out of your lungs.

“Shh shh, be good, be good for me.” He covers your mouth for a minute as he thrusts slow and deep, whispers in your ear, “You’re sloppy, aren’t you?”

“Uh huh.” You mumble, jaw slack, focusing only on the sounds.

You know it’s obscene, the squelch of it all. You’re sopping wet all over, there’s come sticking you to the comforter from your back, dripping and sliding between your bodies from your stomach, there’s even come that’s collected in the pit of your throat from your face. It’s wet, the slap on slap on slap of skin only making you feel more filthy, more depraved, more used.

“Hear that? That’s all their come. They wish they could come in you, but that’s mine and only mine, isn’t it kitten?” Kylo asks, and you moan.

“Yes!” You agree, loud enough for them all to hear you, “Only your come.”

“Mmmm.” Kylo kisses your temple, “They can fuck you all they want, but you’re my girl, aren’t you?”

You only nod and moan loud at that, as you come for the fourth time. This time it’s practically painful, this time your chin is pinched and your brow is furrowed because you can’t possibly do another one, not another one, it’s all too much.

Kylo’s hips still in you then, and you let out a big sigh of relief as your orgasms hit at the same time.

He pumps his come deep inside you, you can feel it spreading, it’s so hot. You wonder if that’s just him, just Kylo, or if the Force has something to do with it, with the way you can feel the thick ropes of come fill you up so much that you’re practically overflowing with it.

Kylo is panting heavily on top of you. It takes a lot of restraint for him to hold himself back the way he does, but he knows, you both know, that it’s good for the Knights to get their fill of your body first.

“You had your fun, now leave.” Kylo commands as he presses himself flat down against your body, not caring about the sweat and spit and come that covers you. “Take Jov to the med bay.”

You chuckle at that, at the complete lack of interest in his Knight’s wound, the one he inflicted.

They gather themselves together, pull on their clothes while Kylo kisses you to calm you both back down, to bring you back to a place where you’re not so wrapped up in your head.

“Good night princess.” One of them calls through the vocoder of their helmet, all of them lined up in formation and ready to leave.

Kylo tucks his head against your neck and you card your fingers through his hair, regarding the Knights with a playful eye when you say,

“That’s Empress, to you.”

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