#tho at first i thought it was criminal that they wouldn’t let link keep his normal hairstyle while wearing it

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"Black Magic" *Part 11*

Ooops I MAY have lied before....

More angst comin 'atcha babes.

I'm sorry. We're getting there, I promise. I just love watching you cryyyyy!!!

I'm just kidding I love you all please don't stop reading my stuff.

(fun fact these are Raul's actual hands! It's from a LOF promo. THE FINGIES THO)

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So weird note here it won't let me edit this post on my computer for some reason to add the link to the new chapter and it looks stupid in the app but whatever....I hate this place sometimes. 🤨

You went the next day straight to Rafael’s office, but when you walked into the DA’s building, it was empty. What the hell was happening? Has the whole world gone nuts?

Before you turned to leave, one of the other assistant’s came out of the public bathroom.

“Hey YN, didn’t you get fired?”

“No-- Yes-- It’s a long story,”

“Well either way, I thought for sure you'd be the first one over to the church,” She chuckled.

“I'm sorry, what?” You felt your heart stop.

“The church? Where your subject of obsession is getting married?”

“I'm sorry, WHAT?”

“People talk, Y/N. Word is you’re obsessed with Barba, screaming at him and his fiancée like an unhinged psycho,” She tried not to laugh at you.

“I…” You began to have another panic attack.

“He can't ..how did she...he CAN'T….” You started hyperventilating.

“Ooookay I'm gonna leave you here for your mental breakdown. She scoffed and walked out. You immediately bolted out behind her, dialing Maria’s number, thanking God she gave it to you the other day.

“Hola?”

"Maria he's….he's getting married,” You gasped for air.

“Y/N? What are you talking about?”

“Rafael….he’s getting…” You tried to breathe. “He’s getting married, RIGHT NOW.”

“That doesn’t make sense, Raffi would never rush into something so--”

“You said it yourself Maria, that’s NOT Rafael,”

“You’re right. Well if there’s any trace of my Raffi, there’s only one church he’d get married at. I’ll text you the address and meet you there.”

“Okay…” You started to cry as you caught your breath.

“Hey, mija don’t give up yet, it’s not over!” Maria assured you.

“Okay…” You breathed, and hung up the phone.

-----

At the church you and Maria dashed around to find the groomsman room. You found it and Maria guarded the door.

You busted in without knocking to see Rafael straightening his tie, his tuxedo jacket hung on the mirror. He turned and stared at you in confusion.

“I...I’m sorry sweetie, are you lost?” He had concerns in his eyes. Concern for a ‘stranger’. You hoped it was because he knew you deep down, but you also knew Rafael was just a wonderful man who cared for all.

“You can't marry her Rafael” You said breathlessly, tired from running around the church.

“I’m sorry, what?” He half laughed, grabbing his jacket to put it on. You put a hand up to stop him.

“Because you don't love her,”

“I don't? Really?” He gave you an amused smile.

“No! She's using some kind of spell on you.” You cried.

“...Okay, is this some kind of prank? Is this Carisi’s idea of a joke?” Rafael continued to laugh, looking down the hall to see if Carisi was waiting to yell “GOTCHA COUNSELOR!”

“No, look you have to believe me. She’s been giving you an elixir that makes you think you’re in love with her.”

“...Um, okay seriously, this isn’t funny anymore sweetie,” He stopped laughing.

“I’m not kidding!” You stomped your foot,

“Look honey I’m-- I’m sorry, you must be confused. Did you come here with someone or--?” He put on a patronizing voice.

“I’m not some mental patient Rafael, l'm Y/N! Don’t you remember me? Look at me!” You stepped in front of the mirror.

“....No, I can’t say that I do. Really sweetie you need to--”

“STOP calling me sweetie. STOP patronizing me, and fucking LISTEN to me!!!!”

“...Okay, fine. Then I’m sorry you crazy person, but get the hell out of my dressing room,” He turned serious.

“No! Look listen to me Rafael, you don’t love Liv. She has you under some kind of bat crap crazy concoction of spells to keep you under her control!”

“Okay you’re ACTUALLY insane, how the hell did you get in here?”

“I came with Maria,”

“Maria? How do you know Maria? Oh did MARIA put you up to this?! God I know she was pissed I told her not to come, but to send a mental patient--”

“I’m not a fucking mental patient!” You yelled.

“And I’M not under some kind of bizarre spell,” He yelled back.

“Ok then….why do you think you feel stronger and stronger about Olivia every day?” You asked.

“Are you kidding me? Um sweetheart that's what you call being in love. You fall more and more everyday.” he scoffed.

“Not like that and you know it.” You challenged. “It doesn’t feel like that, I know it doesn’t. I KNOW you find it weird,”

“You don’t know anything about me. I love Liv and--”

“Then why are you doing this SO fast?” You cut him off.

“Excuse me?”

“You barely proposed to her a few days ago-- which by the way, NOT your idea,” You rolled your eyes.

“Wow...you are really...are you stalking me or something?” He narrowed his eyes.

“No, but I know you. You wouldn’t just rush into something like this,” You told him.

“It’s not rushing, honey. We’ve known each other for YEARS,” He scoffed with a laugh.

“Then why? Why now? Why is it SO urgent that you get married RIGHT now?!” You stomped your foot.

“BECUASE I LOVE HER YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!!” He screamed in your face angrily.

“No, you don’t! You didn’t take her to Maria, you didn’t take her to your special place. But you took me,” You didn't back down, you matched his volume as tears lined your eyes.

“And why would I do that? Because I was in love with you? Did I just forget an entire relationship with someone I’ve never met?” He was still yelling.

“No I--” You looked down in shame.

“You what?” He crossed his arms.

“.....I used it first,” You said softly.

“Excuse me?“

“I used it first, okay?” You said tears in your eyes. “I used an enhancement spell on you that made you fall in love with me for a day,”

“Ohhhh I SEE,” he chuckled mockingly. “So what you’re really saying is Olivia is playing your game, just better?”

“NO!” You screamed. “No, the stuff I used only enhanced stuff you already felt. Hers FABRICATED them. And I only used them for ONE DAY, because I love you enough to not want to keep you for myself if it’s not real,”

“But you just claimed it was real,” he pointed out.

“I didn’t know that at the time-- LOOK,” You grabbed his hands. “The only thing that matters is that Olivia is trapping you,”

“With magic.” He looked at you again with amusement.

“Yeah…” You didn’t like this.

“That I assume she got from you?” He nodded at you.

“No she used black magic, I used good magic,”

“Oh right right, the good magic that manipulates feelings. Of course,” He nodded sarcastically.

“Dammit Rafael I’m telling you the truth! I know the real you is there, deep down somewhere. I know he is and I know how he feels about me.

“Right...look you need to let this insane crush of yours go, lady. I don’t know how you know who I am, but I have zero clue who you are,”

“That's not true. I know that's not true,”

“Oh really?” He laughed sarcastically.

“You look like a penguin,” You simply said.

“I'm sorry, what?” He continued to laugh mockingly.

“You look like a penguin,” You looked into his eyes, trying to distract him so you could pour the vial you had in your bra into his coffee next to the mirror.

So now you're just resulting to insulting me? Look you--- Oh my god what the FUCK are you doing?!” He grabbed your hand before you reached the cup. He held it and stared wide eyed at the pink vial.

“What the FUCK is wrong with you? Did...Did some criminals send you? The Diablos have pretty girls doing their dirty work for them?”

“What? No--”

“Ohhh wait,” He became sarcastic again. “So you try and counteract ‘Evil’ Olivia’s ‘magic’ with your own ‘good’ magic, is that it?”

“...I mean--”

“Alright I was tolerating you before, but if you don’t leave RIGHT now, I’m going to call security.” He swiped the vial from you and smashed it on the ground.

“NO!!!!” You dropped to your knees in devastation. That was the one thing-- the ONE thing, besides--- Well, there was no fucking way you were getting anywhere near his lips at this point. You racked your brain, trying to think of something, anything.

“....Your middle name is Eduardo,” You said softly, still on your knees.

“...What did you just say?” Rafael’s face went from amused to shock.

“Your middle name is Eduardo. You tell everybody that it's Antonio but really it's Eduardo. You don't want anybody to know your real middle name because it’s your father’s name,”

“How did you--” He tried to ask but you weren’t done.

“Eduardo used to beat you and because of that you hate him and you don't want anything to be associated with him.” You stood up, not breaking eye contact.

“....How the hell… “ He looked at you. “...You DID use magic didn’t you?” Rafael gasped.

“Yes but I--”

“You used magic to read my mind didn’t you? You used it to manipulate me and try and use my deepest secret into trying to make me think I loved you." He looked at you in disgust.

"No, it's not--" You tried to explain, but Rafael wouldn't stop.

"...That we had this perfect day together, that-- that what I bared my soul to you because I was so safe with you? So IN LOVE with you?" He spat.

"You ARE!!!!" You were crying now.

“Alright that’s it I’m calling security….” He muttered angrily.

“No! Wait, Rafael please...just….just look into my eyes,” you begged. Maybe if he stared at you, he’d remember that day when you held him and planted that memory. You went to grab his hands but he pushed you away from him.

“Get the hell away from me you psycho! SECURITY!” He moved past you and opened the door. “SECURITY!”

“No! Rafael! Please, oh god please, please PLEASE you have to remember. Remember I told you about my Broadway dream, just like yours” He was looking down the hall for a security guard, you were still yelling at him.

“Stop it.” He tried ignoring your words while looking both ways down the halls.

“...And and I told you about how my parents died and you said that you used to play and dance and sing at your abuela’s house because it was the only place you felt safe--”

“STOP IT!” He threw his hands over his ears.

“And then you told me that it wasn't until you met me that you felt that safe again. With ME!!!!” You were sobbing now, trying to get him to remember.

“SHUT UP!!!!!” He screamed, his eyes flashed a bright neon purple. Suddenly two men grabbed either of your arms and started dragging you away.

“Look, Rafael--” You fought the security guards.

"What?" Rafael held up his hand for the guards to stop and let you talk.

"Just answer me this: Even if, EVEN IF you think that I-- I used some mind control and 'took' that memory from you-- have you told Liv?"

"Told Liv what?"

"That story, that memory. Your real middle name!" You felt fresh tears falling, and you swear you saw the purple fade for a moment in Rafael's eyes.

"...Of course I have--" He shook his head with a sarcastic laugh.

"No you haven't. I know you haven't, because I straight up ASKED her what your middle name was, and she said it was Antonio," You smirked at him.

"Well, that's because I haven't had a chance to tell her--"

"You can lie to me all you want Rafael, but you need to really ask yourself why haven't you told her? In the YEARS that you've been 'in love'? Why have you never felt safe enough with her to tell her your deepest darkest shame? Does that sound like 'true love' to you? Does that even compute with what you THINK you feel about her?"

Rafael eyes darted back and forth, purple and blue swirled around violently as he took in your words. But he fought them, and shook it out of his head.

"Whatever, stop trying to play mind games with me you witch," He waved his hands for the guards to take you away, but you added one last thing:

“I’m going to go to your favorite spot in the city, the one place you go to when you’ve had a really long day or a bad day in court. If you go there, and I’m there-- you’ll know I’m telling the truth.”

“Yeah, OKAY. He rolled his eyes. “I’ll be busy getting married, psychopath,” He nodded for the men to drag you out but you broke free and walked out yourself, at least you’d have dignity.

You walked out of the church and broke down in tears. Both Maria and Chloe were waiting for you, they ran to hug you as you fell down sobbing.

“Aw honey, oh baby--” Maria held you while you cried.

“We--We have to go,” You tried to get yourself under control.

“Go? Go Where?” Chloe looked at you confused.

“Central Park,” You simply said.

You had to believe in your love now. That’s all you had left.

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Pairing: Ben Hardy x F!Reader

Summery: You run a nsfw snapchat account. Ben's horny.

Warnings: SMUT (18+), partially written as chat text, video chat sex, masturbation, fingering, sex toys, nipple play, voyeurism I guess, fuckboy ben

Words: 3774

A/N: Inspired by something El posted. I love Ben but he’s got them fuckboy/lad vibes and im positive he’d get down on some sc porn

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Your phone buzzed, the familiar noise distracting you from your book. Considering you’d just posted a new photo, partially hidden by emojis, to Instagram and updated your snapchat story with the uncensored version, it was hardly surprising you were getting messages.

YourNewDaddy: Mmm baby let me pound you

You clicked through to his profile. Absolutely nothing. The profile picture was some abs that could belong to anyone. No recent snaps, nothing. For a few seconds you considered replying with your payment details but decided against it. He wasn’t worth your time.  

The whole NSFW account thing had started a while ago on Tumblr and then Instagram. A way to kill time and get some attention that you weren’t receiving in the real world. But then the porn ban had happened which severely limited what you could post, so you’d mostly moved to Snapchat, using everything else to advertise. A few months after the move you started getting guys offering to pay you to do specific things. One had wanted an audio recording of you calling him Daddy and begging for his cock with a few moans thrown in. Another had wanted a video of you and a dildo, though he’d had to pay more. Since then you’d used your accounts to pick up a bit of extra cash here and there. Nowhere near enough to live off of, but it came in handy.

You clicked back out of the app, put down your phone and went back to your book, hoping someone entertaining would at least comment on the photo soon. Barely half a page later another ding pulled you away. This time Instagram.  

Benhardy: Just came over you

Quick and to the point. Fuckboy energy. You clicked onto his profile half expecting another faceless timewaster. No description or links to other sites but he had a profile picture. And some fifty odd photos. Not many posts considering his million followers but at least you knew he was a real person. You scrolled through his feed trying to put gather what info you could before you responded. Lots of photos of himself sometimes with friends. A few that were clearly modelling jobs or, more likely considering the movie trailers and saved story called Oscars 2019, promotional photoshoots for magazines. And he was a proud dog dad. Definitely attractive. You wondered briefly why someone so handsome was getting off to half dressed girls on Instagram but put it out of your mind as you opened his conversation up again. Who cared why as long as he was talking to you? After all, he was hot and willingly giving you attention. Plus, if he was an actor or whatever he probably wouldn’t mind paying for something special, once you’d given him a taste. The only question left was how to approach the conversation.  

You: Really? That’s so flattering!

You: Kind of wish you’d cum over me for real tho, bit bored

Benhardy: dirty girl

Benhardy: could probably think of some way to keep you busy

Benhardy: you’re fit

You: haha aww thank you! I post more often on snap if you wanna follow. don’t have to hide behind swimwear and emojis there. easier to chat too, unless you prefer kik or something

He didn’t reply. You frowned at your phone wondering if you’d shown your hand too soon. Perhaps you should have kept up the flattered damsel act a little longer, waited before mentioning Snapchat. Maybe he wasn’t looking for a chat, just genuinely wanted to compliment you, even if it was in a gross slightly derogatory way. Or maybe he just got cold feet. You sighed as you swiped back to check what other people had been sending you. A few more ignorable accounts, a couple messages you didn’t like enough to respond to straight away. And then another Snapchat notification.  

Ben Jones: had to create an account but I’m here

You: oh! you’ve changed your name

Ben Jones: Hardy’s the stage name lol

You: hmmm hardy… little bit of a pornstar name

You: or could be if you changed the ben part.

Ben Jones: that’s my backup plan in case actual acting doesn’t work out lol

Ben Jones: not too out of place right now tho

You: haha that because of me?

Ben Jones: maybe. loved the photos in your story you’ve got great tits

Ben Jones: kinda wanna see you pinch and pull on them

And so it began. You leaned forward to pull your shirt off and then settled back against the pillows, running your fingers around your nipple until it was hard. Angling the camera towards your chest you pinched your nipple between your thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them. The camera clicked as you took a photo and then clicked again as you tugged your nipple away from your body, hissing a little at the pain.

You: Like this?

Ben Jones: perfect

Ben Jones: really are lovely tits.

You: surprisingly don’t hear that much irl so ty

Ben Jones: u don’t? criminal

You: lmao yeah but that’s what I have you for

Ben Jones: happy to help

Ben Jones: What are you wearing?

You: Just a pair of knickers now

Ben Jones: sexy

Ben Jones: can I see?

You: just the knickers or the whole look?

Ben Jones: whole look first

Ben Jones: then just the knickers so I can see the wet spot you’re making

You wriggled against the pillows, shuffling further down the bed. Long ago you’d learnt which angles were the easiest to take photos in and which were the best to show off your body. A full body shot was easiest when you leaned your phone up against a stack of books or something at the foot of the bed and used the timer on the camera to get a few shots of you kneeling. It left your hands fee to squeeze your tits if that seemed appropriate or slip into your underwear, or to put behind your back in a pose that seemed innocent but actually pushed your hips and chest forward. For Ben though you felt something that appeared a little more casual would be appropriate. You lay back, head raised slightly on your pillows, feel flat against the mattress so your knees were in the air and pressed together. Carefully you positioned the camera, wrist twisted a little to get the angle just right. You brought your free hand up to your breasts, pulling your nipple again since Ben seemed to like it, and snapped a photo. The shot of your underwear was easier, legs spread, pushing your hips up slightly to get a clear shot of the wet patch that had been slowly growing since the start of the conversation, though a little added saliva to make it more obvious didn’t hurt. He wouldn’t be able to tell.  

Ben Jones: hot

Ben Jones: like got me so hard again hot

You: does that mean I get a picture in return?

Ben Jones: Only if you take your knickers off for me

Ben Jones: wouldn’t be fair otherwise since im not wearing underwear😉  

You took your time sending him a new photo and got one back almost straight away. You would have scoffed at his eagerness to show himself off but, with a body like his you couldn’t really blame him. You zoomed into the photo, trailing your eyes over every inch of it. Messy blonde hair, though whether it was intentionally messy or just like that from him grabbing it while he jerked off over your photo you weren’t sure. Gorgeous eyes, heavy lidded and a little fucked out. One arm behind his head as he lay on his bed. It looked carefree and spontaneous, like someone else had taken the photo at the very moment he looked at the camera, but it showed off the muscles in his arms too well to be coincidence. And speaking of muscles. The boy was a fucking Adonis. You were instantly struck by the desire to drag your nails down his chest and leave a trail of hickeys and bite marks all the way down to his toned stomach and tight waist. You clenched your thighs together at the thought as you slowly revealed the bottom half of the photo. He had his legs outstretched though one was more bent than the other, knee jutting out to the side. Almost too casual to be casual, especially with the way he had his hand wrapped around his cock, like the photo was taken mid stroke. You couldn’t help linger over that particular part of the photo. It was a lovely hand, big with noticeable veins, exactly the sort that could make you weak in the knees. And the same could be said for the dick it was holding. You wondered briefly where this Ben guy had come from and what you could possibly have done to catch his attention.  

Ben Jones: is that silence because you’re so impressed

The message made you roll your eyes. Hot he might be, but he was still just another desperate fuckboy looking for a naked girl to drool over and a quick orgasm.  

You: well I’m not not impressed

Ben Jones: no need to be shy. just say you’re imagining riding me and I'd understand

You: wasn’t before. Am now.

Ben Jones: what were you picturing before?

You: doggy

Ben Jones: be happy to let you try both and compare.

You: let me film it and watch the tapes back to study your game?

Ben Jones: wait this is dumb.

Your frowned at your phone. For such typical guy, the sort you’d dealt with so many times before, Ben sure was hard to pin down.  

You: what?

Ben Jones: you comfortable doing live chat?

Ohhhh

You: umm sure thing

Ben Jones: you don’t have to

You: i know that. you couldn’t force me to even if you wanted, beauty of doing this online. i just don’t do live very often. or I charge for it.

Ben Jones: that desperate for me?

You: you caught me in a good mood

You let the call ring for a bit, wanting to make sure Ben understood how in control you were and how much more he needed it than you. But eventually you picked up, settling back against your pillows. Ben seemed to be in a similar position, leaning against his headboard, the screen showing you his face and bare shoulders. “Hi,” “Hi,” his voice was deeper than you’d expected, thrown by how soft and, dare you say, feminine his features were, and yet it suited him perfectly. You could only imagine how that voice would sound growling out sexually charged complements, the thought appealing enough to have you pressing your thighs together. There was a moment of silence as you took each other in, not quite sure how to continue now that you’d switched from text.   “So you going to show me how wet you are?” Once again his demeanour had you wanting to roll your eyes though you refrained, “No.” “No?” His confusion was entertaining to say the least. So many of the men who contacted you assumed you were going to be outright submissive and meek, taking whatever photos they demanded and doing everything they told you to with a smile and a yes sir. So proving them wrong, defying them, taking control, that was fun. Almost an aphrodisiac in its own right. Sometimes you’d eventually submit, play the brat and then let them win, and if they were paying it was a different story. But Ben struck you as the kind of guy who could use a little more pushback. Probably used to getting his way, having his pick of the litter. Lord knows had he hit on you in real life you probably would have agreed to whatever he wanted just to feel his hands on you. But here, on your profile, you had the power. Plus, in the back of your mind you suspected that being a little more assertive might just make him more interested in seeing you submit and maybe a little more willing to pay for the pleasure.   “Not yet.” “Bit of a bold move considering I could just go find someone else to look at. There’re these things called porn sites, yeah?” “But they’re so impersonal. Isn’t this more fun?” He paused, eyeing you, and then let out a breath, “You got me there.” “Figured, since the video chat was your idea and all.” “Just got sick of typing one handed.” “Mmhmm, sure.” “So are you going to show me your cunt then?” “Eventually. But what’s the rush?” you stood up, making sure to let the camera dip just a little so Ben got a quick flash of your chest. “How about I’m hard as hell and want to get off?” “You’re not the only one who wants to get off so just hold your horses for a second while I get my toys.” “There are toys now?” You could see Ben’s shoulder move as he started to stroke himself again. “Told you to hold your horses. Stop touching yourself.” Ben’s arm stopped its movement though he seemed a little taken aback by his own obedience. “Good boy,” you watched for Ben’s reaction, not disappointed as he swallowed hard, his cheeks going pinker than they already were. That was interesting. “Yes there are toys, you wanna see?” “Do I get to pick which ones you use?” “Maybe,” “Go on, show me then,” You flipped the camera around as you opened your chest of draws. There wasn’t much in there, a couple different dildos and vibrators, a set of nipple suckers, mostly things you’d bought to fulfil requests guys were paying you for. You picked up the nipple suckers and held them up to the camera. “I assume you’d like to see me in these since you liked watching me play with my nipples.” “Mmhmm, absolutely. Also want to see you with a dildo. You got one with a suction base? Might tell you to ride it the way you’d ride me,” he seemed to be doubling down on the pull for control after you’d seen his reaction to being told what to do, determined to put you in your place or whatever. “Unfortunately, no. But this one will do,” you took hold of a silicon dildo, pulling it from the draw, “Don’t think it's as big as you but it does vibrate and that’s guaranteed to work.” “I’ll allow it, though I think we both know I’d be better.” “I’m going to ignore that,” you said as you turned the camera back towards you and headed back to your bed, settling against the pillows again. You propped the camera up against a pillow so Ben could watch as you placed the suckers over your nipples, whimpering at the sudden taught feeling. You picked the phone back up, giving Ben a closer view of your boobs. “They suit you. And you can ignore it all you like but when you start doing what I say and I let you fuck yourself into your third orgasm I’ll remind you. Maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll tell you where you can meet me in real life and show you exactly how good I am.” “You’re a cocky one, aren’t you?”   “In every sense. If I remember correctly you were speechless at the sight.” “You’ve got a bad memory, Benny boy.” Slowly you let your fingers trail down to your pussy. You didn’t believe he was as good as he thought he was – you’d dealt with too many overconfident wankers, both in real life and online, to believe another one – but the game you’d fallen into, the back and forth teasing, not entirely sure who was in control at any one time, was arousing to say the least. It was certainly one of the less predictable conversations you’d had recently.   “If not speechless then certainly wet. Show me your pussy, wanna see you touching yourself.”” “Who said I’m touching myself?” you slipped a finger into your entrance, trying to keep your breathing even.” “You’re not as good at hiding it as you think you are. So show me.” “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” Ben gave you a fleeting look, eyebrow raised, before his camera flipped and you were once again looking at his hand wrapped around his cock, red and leaking precum. You turned your camera too, making sure he had a good view. “Add a second finger for me.” You did as he asked, “You been a good boy and not touched? Or do I have to tell you off for misbehaving?” “I didn’t but it wasn’t because of anything you said. Just didn’t want things to finish before I heard you beg me to cum.” He began to stroke himself, keeping in time with the slow pace you’d set as you pumped your fingers in and out of your pussy. “Sure,” you panted, adding a third finger, “so if I told you to stop now,” His hand halted. “Well aren’t you just so obedient,” You removed your fingers from yourself, reaching to grab the dildo, “you wanna see me fuck myself properly? Watch me cum all over this toy, pretend it’s your cock making me moan?”   “God yes,” his voice cracked a little, fingers twitching against himself as he briefly let the cocky, controlling persona fall away. It didn’t last long, “Show me how deep you can take that cock. C’mon, I know what a fucking slut you are, getting off on people watching you.” You didn’t bother arguing, sliding the dildo along your dripping folds before pressing it into yourself with a whine. “Wait, hang on a sec.” The was the sound of shuffling and the screen went black as Ben moved around but, eventually, he flipped the camera again and settled back on the bed. He’d propped his phone up somewhere in front of himself, letting you see every inch of him from his face to his hard, leaking cock, “better?” “Oh much, hang on I’ll do the same," you carefully pulled the dildo from yourself and sat up, leaning your phone against a stack of books on your bedside table and then adjusting your pillows in front of it, “we good?” “Yeah, take the nipple things off though, wanna see your tits properly.” You did as he asked, letting out a soft moan at the sensation. Ben chuckled, “God I can’t wait to hear how loud you moan imaging how hard I’d fuck you.” You slid the dildo back into your entrance, slowly pumping it in and out of yourself as you brought your other hand up to squeeze your breast, “mmm, you look so pretty when you’re all needy Benny.” It wasn’t a lie, between his lust blown eyes, flushed cheeks and soft pout, Ben looked incredible and it only turned you on more, “Want to show me how needy you can get? Want me make you beg?” “Faster. Harder,” he ignored your questions in favour of giving you another order but you were sure you’d heard his voice crack just a little. You sped up, whining with each thrust, Ben’s hand matching your pace as his slid his thumb over the tip and spread the precum over his length. “Fuck your wet, I can hear it. That all because of me?” “Maybe a-a bit. Also just like, fuck, being watched,” “Turn on the vibrator and rub your clit,” Ben’s voice was husky, impossibly deep and rough, “don’t stop until I say.” You moaned as the vibrations started, angling the dildo to rub against your g-spot on every pass.   “There you go, being a good little slut. Gonna cum how I tell you to.” “On-only if you cum how I tell you to.” You almost let the dildo fall from your grasp, so shocked were you by the whine Ben let out, “Like that idea? Want me to tell you what to do? If I told you to stop and watch me would you?” “No,” he said, steadfastly sticking to the game although his hand faltered and his voice had mostly lost the controlling edge he’d had before, all desperate, whiny need. “N-not sure I beli-eve you.” “Please don’t stop. Wanna cum so bad,” “I know y-ou do Benny.” “You close?” “Yes, fuck Ben, so close.” “Cum for me, come on, be a good slut and cum,” “Not. Yet. Play with your balls Benny, wanna see you cum first.” His gasped turned into a strangled cry as he ran his fingers over his testicles before lightly squeezing them “T-turn the vibrator higher,” Neither one of you were in control anymore, too caught up in getting yourselves and each other off, though you were both determinedly looking at the screen, watching each other. Ben’s lip was caught between his teeth, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he let out some of the prettiest moans you’d ever heard. It only served to push you closer to the edge, your own moans escaping as you bucked your hips rhythmically in time with the dildo moving in and out of your cunt. Ben finished a split second before you did, your eyes glued to the white now painting his stomach as you held the dildo in place, its vibrations making your toes curl.

The was a moment of quiet as you both collected yourselves, the only sounds his panted breaths and your soft whine as you removed the dildo from yourself, and then Ben spoke.   “Fuck that was hot.” “Yup,” “I thought your tits were good enough to wank over but Christ. That’s gonna keep me going for a bit.” You laughed, relaxing as your heart gradually fell back to its normal rhythm, “Well not too long I hope. You’re fun and I’d be happy to chat again sometime.” “Did I see in your bio that you take commissions?” “Yuuup,” “Huh, well, I’ll keep that in mind then.” “I look forward to it,” “Well, I should be off then, gotta clean up,” he gestured to the mess drying on his stomach. “Yeah, me too, maybe have a nap. That really was fun though so next time you’re bored or whatever hit me up. If you’re lucky I’ll let you boss me around. If you’re luckier I’ll do the bossing,” “I’d like to see you try,” “That whine you made says you’d enjoy it quite a lot,” “My whine? What about yours? Needy little brat.” Guess you’ll have to come back and settle this then.” “Guess I will. See you later.”

[soft-straydog]

BSD ending 3 analysis (spoilers) - the title

English is not my first language, so please be kind.

Let’s start with season 3 ending song Lily. Why the last one, you ask. Because it’s my favourite, that’s all.

Let’s think about the title, Lily. Lily is a flower of many meanings, the most famous and known is innocence. Does it makes sense? Kinda. We’ll add more layers to this as we dig a bit into its hystory. Firstly, it’s a castity symbol in Christian religion and it also represents the power and glory of illustrious medieval dinasties.  These flowers were also used to mark criminals for some years in the past. Uhm, kinda interesting. Artistically speaking, Lilies have been associated with two goddesses since Ancient Greece: Modesty and Hope. Finally, Martagon Lily is linked with an omen of premature death. YES, death. Name one of the few characters that has met death.. Oda, the mafioso who doesn’t kill. We are well aware that third season made strong parallels between our soft red-head mafioso and our emo angry boy, Aku.

Let’s talk about the main characters of the ending. Atsushi, Dazai, Akutagawa and Kyoka. All 4 of them have innocence and power to different degrees, all are seeking hope and all of them are declared criminals by society (Atsushi too, at least in the re-written reality). But only Aku is the closest to death, he isn’t even afraid of it as he states himself.

Hope is one of the main themes of BSD, and this is clear. Kyoka found her hope in the ADA and avoided death, thanks to her will to not kill anymore (later to save others) and Atsushi’s help. Dazai wants to commit suicide but always fails, why? He hasn’t found a reason to live but neither one not to live; he simply goes on, following his late friend’s advice to save instead of kill. Atsushi constantly needs the permission to exist and he finds it in saving people, inspiring all the other characters. He helped Kyoka realizing she is able to escape darkness, he helped Dazai to put into action what Oda told him, he made Aku promise him not to kill for six months to make him understand what saving means.

Can we all agree for now that this song could perfectly represent Aku’s thoughts and feelings? (This is analysis material for another time)  Let’s dive more into it considering the latest chapter and let’s try to guess the fate of this unlucky rival. (SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT)

There is a difference between “I don’t want kill” and “I want to save”. I don’t want to kill is a choice, but sort of a passive one. 

Dazai is saved when he leaves the mafia and helps Atsushi; Atsushi earns the permission to live by saving others risking his life; Kyoka survives and leaves the mafia after she saves the city. Salvation in BSD comes with the active choice of saving a life (or multiple lives) and it can be imagined as the act of running (as in one point of the opening).

Aku has never really received hope until Atsushi’s promise; after that he has been sparing lives not really because he chose to but because he keeps his promises, making his first step. In chapter 88 he uses his life as a decoy, to save Atsushi’s life and letting himself be killed in the process. He probably realizes on his last breath that also his life, the short life of a child of the slums, has value.

Sacrificing for the greater good is something that early-manga Aku would have never even thought about (he would have thought it’s a Jinko-like thing to do and I despise it). After chapter 88, the ADA and the world have a tiny-tiny hope to win by knowing Fukuchi’s sword ability. And this frail hope was gained in exchange for Aku’s life.  So guys, I wouldn’t worry too much because Aku baby and all Port Mafia babies will be okay. Aku actively chose to save a life and because of it he will be okay. I’m not sure how, tho.

I HAVE CONNECTED THE DOTS Not sure if this long thing was understandable and if it makes sense. Of one thing I’m sure tho, you now know I’m a simp for Aku, BYE.  (THANKS FOR YOUR TIME IF YOU HAVE READ IT ALL)

[six-of-woes]

The Clown and the Potato Sack ch 3

Chapter 3/?: The Reluctant Prisoner

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24533863

Previous Chapter:https://hi-im-a-salty-human-being.tumblr.com/post/620071535133278208/the-clown-and-the-potato-sack-aerin-x-mc-chapter

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Author’s Note: Heyy sorry this one’s a little shorter but like motivation’s been a little low lately. Promise it’ll pick up soon tho

“God, these potato sacks are really heav—SHIT!”

Cassia stifled a laugh as she watched Kade practically roll down the stairs, followed by many a loose potato. His journey to the bottom of the stairs ended with a resounding thud.

“FUCK!” Kade yelled. “I am in more PAIN than I’ve ever been in, and I was TORTURED for months by the SHADOW COURT!”

Before Cassia could retort, hearty laughter echoed throughout the dungeons. 

“Ha ha…HA! Oh gods! I haven’t laughed like that in a good long while!”

“My pain is funny you, Aerin? Wait…what am I saying, you called yourself the prince of darkness! Of course you find my pain funny!”

Cassia scampered down the stairs to find scene that only had her about 25% surprised. Kade was laying face down on the ground, surrounded by the potatoes that had fallen out of the sack during his tumble: Expected. She watched him fall. Aerin was laughing his ass of: Kind of expected. Obviously he would find the pain of other people funny, hells, even Cassia wanted to laugh—however, Aerin was showing emotion that wasn’t Brooding Bitch. 

There was one thing, though, that caught Cassia completely off guard…that being the lack of guards and magical barrier. There weren’t even any unconscious bodies laying on the ground in front of the cell. All that was there was Aerin, Kade, and potatoes.

Eventually, Aerin stopped laughing, and promptly shot Cassia a scowl.

“I see you’re still trying to “save” me,” he spat.

Cassia scoffed as she crouched down to help Kade back to his feet. “And I see that you’re still Prince Bitch.”

Kade dusted himself off. “She’s trying to save you because apparently, you’re a good kisser,” he mumbled.

“That is absolutely not the reason, Kade,” Cassia said, dropping the two sacks of potatoes on the ground, “I already told you, <em>I’m bored<em>!”

“…and horny.”

“KADE!”

Cassia picked up a soft potato and chucked it at her brother’s head, only for him to duck out of the way, letting the potato splat against the wall.

“Gods,” Aerin groaned. “For once I agree with Cassia on the fact that neither of us want to acknowledge our ehm—<em>history<em>. It was a moment of weakness for both of us that we would both rather <em>forget<em>.”

“I—yes,” Cassia muttered, pulling her sword out of its hilt. “What happened between us is something to be forgotten.”

Of course it is, Cassia. He’s evil. EVIL! He only used you to gain an ally. He could care less about what happened between us. Why is this a surprise? It shouldn’t be…but…he actually believed us when we wanted to join him. It had to have meant something, right? Wait. Why does that even matter?

Cassia shook her head and inserted the tip of her sword into the keyhole. She fiddled with it for maybe a minute or so before giving up and shaking her head.

“Godsdammit,” she groaned, resting her head against one of the bars. “Where is the barrier, anyway?”

“Blackmailed a priestess,” Kade said, picking up a loose rock and throwing it at the wall.

Cassia did a double take. “Kade, you WHAT?”

“Are you deaf?” Aerin scoffed, crossing his arms. “He blackmailed a priestess! To help break out one of Morella’s worst criminals!”

“I wouldn’t give you that much credit,” Kade joked, earning a glare from Aerin. “You were more of a minor inconvenience than anything else.”

“But—but I killed the heir to this kingdom! That’s gotta be something, right?”

Cassia shrugged as she crouched down and fiddled with the cell’s lock. “I mean, I think you did us a favor more than anything else. Not saying that you murdering your brother in cold blood was good or anything, but he was really unlikable.”

The next few minutes were spent using various items to try to pick the lock. First, Cassia’s sword. Next, one of the spikes from her gauntlet. Finally, she tried one of her arrows. It slid into the lock seamlessly. Cassia worked the arrow back and forth, until the lock eventually clicked open and the door swung open.

“Yes!” Cassia whisper-shouted, sliding the arrow back into its quiver.

“Dammit!” Aerin whisper shouted, sliding to the very back of his cell.

Cassia stood up to her full height and dropped her arms to her sides. “Oh, come on, Aerin! I thought you’d want to get out of here! See the sun for the first time in weeks, breath air that doesn’t smell like moldy nesper puke, be around other people that aren’t guards!”

Aerin turned to face the wall and rested his head on his knees. “No.”

“No? Why not?”

“Because,” he started, hugging his knees. “There’s no point in it. Even if I get reformed, I still murdered the hair to the kingdom. They’re not just going to let me go free just because I wouldn’t be inclined to do so again.”

Cassia nodded her head to the side. “That could be true…but…I’m bored.” She took a rope out of her pack. “So get up. We’re going on a quest.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.

“No.”

“Could you guys either shut up or make out?”

Cassia turned a deep shade of red before silently entering Aerin’s cell and tying his wrists together with the rope. She wasn’t unaware of how close she was to him as she tied the knot, but tried to ignore the sensation of his unusually cool breath on her skin.

“You know,” he started, gazing at the intricate not Cassia was tying. “You say you want to help free me, yet here you are, tying me up so I can’t escape.”

A small smirk spread across Cassia’s face as she finished tying the knot. “Well, even if I’m breaking you out, you’re still a prisoner, and we can’t have you getting away and spreading corrupt

ion everywhere.”

“You know I could still walk away from you, right?”

Cassia winked and pulled a slightly longer rope out of her pack. Without saying anything, she wrapped it around Aerin’s waste and tied it into a knot.

“There. Now I literally have you on a leash.”

Kade snickered. “Shoulda tied it around is neck. I’m sure both of you’d be into it.”

Cassia scoffed and stood back up, holding the end of the rope. “You know what I’m into, Kade, and it isn’t rope.”

A beat of awkward silence passed by before Cassia took off her cloak and wrapped it around Aerin, pulling the hood over his head.

“Alright, if you keep your head down, no one should notice you.”

In retaliation, Aerin threw his head back as if he were a horse. The hood fell back and showed his sickening grin. “You’re not very good at planning things, are you?”

“She’s really not,” Kade answered. “She had no idea how she was gonna get past the guards or the barrier to get you out.”

Cassia shrugged. “He’s right. I’m more a woman of action than hindsight.”

“One time she started a bar fight just because some guy stepped on her foot during a dance,” Kade piped. He picked up the empty potato sack and tossed it to Cassia. “Cut some holes and put this over his head, that should do the trick.“Please don’t do that,” Aerin started, shrinking into himself as Cassia placed the sack over his head. “Those bags are scratchy and I can feel my own breath and quite frankly that’s just not the experience I’m looking for when I escape prison.”

Cassia smirked and out her cloak over the potato sack. She poked two holes with her index finger nails to create eye holes. “There,” she muttered, standing back up. “Now we just have to build a dummy, and we can get out of here!”

“HEY! What’s going on?”

Cassia’s blood ran cold. She turned around to see two armored guards standing over her and Aerin.

“Uh, it’s not what it looks like?”

[hatake-kakashi]

What are some of your fave animes

OK LET ME PREFACE THIS BY SAYING I HAVEN’T BEEN INTO ANIME SINCE 2014 AND I AM JUST RECENTLY GETTING BACK INTO IT!! BUT

- DEATH NOTE (netflix, crunchyroll, funimation, kisscartoon)

it follows a guy named Light Yagami who discovers that a shinigamai(god of death) dropped a notebook into the human realm and that whoever’s name is written in it will die(and you can specify how, if you’d like). it shows how he becomes sort of a vigilante to put criminals in place. he is then under suspect as the killer by L, a smart and elite person who works with the police and has never lost a case. 

seasons: 1 total episodes: 37

RATING: 10/10!!!

warning: violence/murder, major character death but like thats expected, religious themes(i guess), light swearing

fave characters: matsuda and L are high up there...as well as Mello, Mikami, and Gevanni ships: i mean the most common ship is Lawlight(LxLight) but i think my main are lawtsuda(L x matsuda), mikalight (mikami x light), mikanni (mikami x gevanni), and mellodramattic(mello x matt)/nearlymellodramattic(near x mello x matt)!!! remisa is also cute:( notes: i just spent all my money on the manga! i’m so excited to read it!!! 

- SIRIUS THE JAEGER (netflix,  probably kisscartoon but i havent looked)

the main character, Yuliy Jirov, is the last of his tribe (he is a sirus. so like...sorta like a werewolf) and he is set to revenge his family’s death as a jaeger(hunter. but like. a vampire hunter) but it turns out his brother, Mikhail, is alive and was turned. the main goal of the plot is to find and also somehow protect this thing called Ark Of Sirius , which is sort of like sacred power that was given to Yuliy’s tribe, from falling into vampire hands. 

seasons: 1 total episodes: 12

RATING: 10/10!!!

warning: violence, action, major(?) character death

fave characters: Yuliy...i love him so much; Mikhail, Hideomi, Willard ships: so uh i wouldn’t recommend going thru the ao3 tag because its a common thing to ship the brothers(*disgusted emoji*) but i am working on writing something to fill the tag with hideomi/mochizuki, hideomi/willard, and yuliy/phillip

notes: i think the way the creators did the vampires is really interesting. honestly i watched it bc of the pretty vampire man in the cover. i learned that i hate him but he’s still pretty. THIS SHOW IS REALLY SHORT PLEASE WATCH IT I AM BEGGING TO HAVE SOMEONE TO TALK ABOUT IT WITH

- CASTLEVANIA (netflix, ???)

Dracula sends creatures of the night(? literally don’t know another way to describe them. uh. monsters?) to attack the cities of Wallachia because they killed his, albeit human, wife (her name is Lisa)because they thought she practiced witchcraft. It follows Trevor Belmont, the last son of the Belmont family (a family that basically killed these creatures + vampires); Sypha Belnades, a badass speaker magician; and Adrian ‘Alucard’ Tepes, the son of dracula. their goal is to end the war against the human race. It also shows Dracula’s side of things and follows the two humans that are on his court, Hector and Isaac (they both denounced humanity because of their bad upbringings/experiences)

seasons: 3 total episodes: 22

RATING: 10/10!!!

warning: violence/gore, action, death/killing, sex, angst, religous themes, swearing

fave characters: really love the main three of course but like i also love Hector ships: trevor/sypha/alucard, hectorcard, alucard x happiness, hector x happiness

notes: it’s based off the video game. season three fucked me up(it’s AMAZING THOUGH!) i cannot wait for season 4 omg:(((( 

- NARUTO (netflix, cruncyroll, funimation, probs kisscartoon)

naruto uzumaki wants to gain recognition from his peers and also become the leader of his village(hokage)

seasons: 5 (i didn’t watch shippuden. i’m talking the OG naruto) total episodes: 220

RATING: 10/10 but like tbd bc ive only seen the first 3 seasons so far

warning: violence, action

fave characters: kakashi, iruka, gaara, rock lee ships: uhh kakairu(kakashi x iruka) i don’t really ship a lot of things. kobuto x orochimaru is kinda good too but like LKASDFASD

- B: THE BEGINNING (netflix, ???)

Genius investigator Keith Flick rejoins the royal police force, RIS, just as serial killer "B" emerges and commits a double murder. Mysterious youth Koku may be an ally of the group's -- or a target. When the RIS investigates a death that appears to be linked to B, Keith disagrees with the crime being connected to the criminal mastermind. An attack on a member of the RIS leads members of the group to suspect a traitor within their ranks. After being declared a murder suspect, Keith turns himself in. Koku is forced to fight for his survival

i copy and pasted that bc i cannot remember it that well but i do remember liking the show!! i will rewatch and update accordingly w my own summary

RATING: 8/10??? i can’t remember it that well which is why the rating is lower than the others

fave characters: oh dear i cannot remember a lot about this show but it’s good i promise. MINATSUKI was pretty tho ships: idk....

notes: yeah i need to rewatch it but its good i swear

OTHER NOTABLE ONES ::: 

- tokyo ghoul ( i haven’t seen the new season so i don’t want to review it before that)

- free! (i haven’t seen it in a while aa)

- one punch man (i watched it on a bus w this guy i used to like so it has a place in my heart aa)

- yuri on ice (honestly the fandom sucks but if you ignore that it’s actually pretty cute)

- dramatical murder (uh. this was a bl game and the game was very bad but i think the characters are cute.)

- haikyuu (currently watching)

- bleach (currently watching)

- 7SEEDS (currently watching and like it’s good but it’s kinda slow for me so i might give up on her...)

SHOWS I PLAN ON WATCHING/LOOKING INTO:::

- d.gray man/d.gray man hallow

- psycho pass

- k

- death parade

- darker than black

- devil may cry

- kabaneri of the iron fortress

- hunter x hunter

- kakegurui (?? idk yet but i like the art)

- inuyasha

- god eater

- hero mask

- sailor moon

- fruits basket

- blue exorcist

- no.6

- sword gai: the animation

- wave!! (when it comes out!)

- hellsing (?)

- fullmetal alchemist

- devilman crybaby

- psychic detective yakumo

- 91 days

i have no idea if any of these are problematic and some probably are and if they are and i find out , i will keep that in mind but like sometimes i just like to enjoy things lol

[phatpretty]

These niggas

Justin-baby daddy first sex partner got pregnant 15yrs old thought it was a relationship he was 18 I was 15 told me after I founded out I was pregnant it wasn’t his mother made me have an abortion-Trumatic moment kinda wished I had a choice in that matter

Jerry Clark-boyfriend who cheated had kids on me and I even had sex with him while he was in a whole marriage he choked me while I was sleep once talked crazy to me often treated as a sexual object he only came around at times and it was for sexual purposes only

Jerry Travis-started off good ended rocky throw me through a wall and choked me in front of my cousin who didn’t help me. Kicked door off the hinges after I was called over to kick it and a whole white girl was there said “i love you”

Jay bird-sneaky link only sex got caught by my mother having sex in here house 🤦🏾‍♀️

Rico-boyfriend (so I thought) really only sex went whenever he called was always there for me sometimes there for me especially when I was leaving my ex husband and when he felt like someone was hurting me he sometimes only came around when drunk and wanted sex mother didn’t approve the fought once and was sneaking to be with him too said “I love you”

Jason-ex husband started off getting high with the crew and he expressing his feelings while he would be in traffic finally linked over dinner and sex then one thing lead to another spent most of my weekend with him till my mom tried to stop it and I ran away from home got married pressed charges on my mom married maybe two days and was ready for it to be over. This relationship hurt me the most took things away from me that someday I feel I’ll never get back (like my true self) due to the fighting hearing lose knee surgery depression anxiety fears trust issues embarrasses easily if having to deal with shit publicly dated for many years after our married it’s was mostly based on sex tho after club hours mad shopping sprees said “I love you”

Cleveland-thought he was the one. Got engaged wasn’t based on sex made him wait verbally and mentally hurt me would say things that now I know shouldn’t not be said to anyone things like we need to go workout to get your body right or that I need some kind of help and told his family that I was sick meaning in my head sick went out of town for four days lied and said he left his phone charger only to find out he was laid up with random woman putting my life in danger didn’t properly end the relationship just stopped talking to me and I wanted answer that I never got

Valerie-🤦🏾‍♀️we was cool as hell started off as friends who tried to keep this thing private but living in the social media world how could you first girl experience ever sexual things where good until my baby died of sids and she founded him the next morning that sent our relationship on a down hill spiral she told me one time “I love you, but I’m not in love with you” my mom stopped talking to me during this relationship had a whole family gathering to pray the gay out of me I left and moved in with Val her family welcomed me with open arms said “I love you”

Courtney-loved me no matter what but I didn’t trust this bitch as far as I could throw her. We had mad fun always she moved in this relationship came right at the end of Val and I and it happened quick social media relationship for sure I felt fat all I did was eat but she loved all of my and still does but I was older and that was a problem and Kiki was no help cause she wants her back and would go to the ends of the earth to get her now where best friends who lean on each other in or times of need she still wants me but baby I’m 40 and she’s still in here 20’s at first it was based on sex then I just stopped having sex with her throw away everything she ever brought had a visual fight over fb with her and my cousin tan and crunchy got called childish for throwing the stuff away saw a msg from another girl in her phone she was still having conversation with her ex and still kicking it with her her mom played a big part in it as well always wanting something from me like money etc talks about wanting to do sexual things to me said “I love you”

Magic-just sex one time chynas baby daddy thought he was going to join in flirts but on a sexual level only

Shine Mello Tremaine-sexual situationships....

shine hit me up one night after 11:30 talking like his all concerned as to what I’ve been up too calling me beautiful sending cute snaps I pick him up we attempt to have sex but it wouldn’t stay hard🤣 next time we finally had sex at this point I’m out of my body I’m this other person playing this game would call to vent his issues I would help him work through the issues other times he came over he brought his kids thought he was going to trap out my house and my car started to call wanting rides then I just cut him off

Mello-the person I started the game with, game meaning the game of me wanting to know what the hype was behind these three clowns🤡 so went out and said some shit to him tremaine got mad and felt some type of way pushed me bruised my knee Mello txted basically saying what that mouth do pulled up on him showed him only to find out he had recorded it and sent it to his friends😮 shine mention this to me but tremaine confirmed it with many failed attempts his tried to slide back but has been lift on read

Tremaine-started with a fb video chat to seeing each other in RJ’s flirting catching a whole vibe chicken wing challenge🤣 to smiling and watching each other in the club to finally picking him up cooking for him talking hanging out one night to sexing each other for hours😮to me catching feelings to him thinking I’m bipolar to me asking what’s wrong with me him saying I’m to aggressive blunt when I talk to him i later apologized for that to him saying “so you gone suck my dick” took my heart right out of my chest I really thought he was my twin flame the vibe was unmatched it was unreal to good to be true even BOYFRIEND VIBES also while holding me asked me to just let go and don’t hold back

Big Tyme-sexual as fuck that’s it that’s all selling dreams getting mad when I didn’t answer my phone passed out boyfriend vibes when I didn’t have my own place was wishing I did so he could come set up show and trap

Lil Love-boyfriend at the age of 17 cheated on me with my cousin Kenya I spit on him and tried to burn him with a iron snuck out the house to be with him was with him behind my mothers back with several failed attempts has tried to come back

P.D-sexual when I was in my early 20’s

Chris Kendall-childhood crush I cheated on him very stressful relationship with kids involved plus a ex wife mother was all in or shit good times I knew it was over I cried about it kinda built on sex cause that’s how we linked one night after the club took him back to my cousins house said “I love you”

Rico Patton-one night stand

Darnell-sexual flirting lead to sex

Q-well meet him because I turnt his friend down (Murray state) played football I was getting high off coke🤦🏾‍♀️linked after a party me and the crew spent the night at they apartment had sex we linked and hung out maybe a few times after

Big Baby-sexual link that has turned into a sexual flirtation over pictures on Instagram to making plans to link to have sex again after 15 years has a girl I think still the sweetest txt to check on me

Lil Scrappy-flirted lied cheating having sex in his girls house when I had no clue of another woman put his hands on me verbally abusive fought a bitch for waking me up cause he was out in her car while I was in his bed

Terrence Biggers-years of flirting with me after ten years finally gave him some on the day my uncle died pure sexual

Lawrence Arnold-sexual hooked up once while I was in Murray state after a party for years have always felt like his my soul mate great connection

Cheese-sexual relationship dated for a few couldn’t get past the fact that his in to these modern day drug plus he has health issues mainly it was sex all the time we linked tried to get me to take a x pill left for many years only to resurface to think that after I had sex with him that he was back in no alter ego was still present and wasn’t going for it at all come to find out his a whole married man as well and also gave me a std

Jason dicky-head over hills for a whole criminal stole from me gave a std had a child that neither of us knew about sexual as fuck family stayed involved my mom stepped in forbidded us to be together we snuck around anyways my feeling didn’t matter

Siwel-sexual always wanted more thought he could be the one big ole cheater

 Ulysses-sexual sweet guy juicy lips

Ron Tharpe-dated when I was 18 always was so sweet behind closed doors mainly sexual never really had a public relationship linked back up but it was all about sex wanted kids with him thought it could be something f do founded out he was dating my cousin let that ass go

Deandre-recent clown ass nigga came in said all of what I wanted to hear typical street nigga bug broke as fuck Sarcastic af could have been something but was inconsistent going through his own personal shit sexed him twice kinda built on sex grabbed me in my face and told me “to shut the fuck up” in a club 😮do believe his a complete lyier was four mths out of a 14 year relationship was suppose to be hooked up with two other people but clearly he claims he didn’t want them no communication all started before his mom died claimed he loved me (lies) how after just three days 

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Cats & Criminals

Chapter: 2/7    [link to chapter one] Rating Chapter: T Rating fic: Explicit Loki x Reader

[Chapter three] You awoke to your alarm clock and slapped it off with a lot more force than necessary. Your body had been too exhausted to stay awake, but your mind had tortured you with nightmares of blood and murder and rape and screaming. You remembered waking up in the middle of the night with a shriek, bathing in cold sweat, sheets tangled around your feet as if to keep you from escaping, but your energy had not been fully restored yet and soon the darkness of the night had claimed your consciousness again. You hadn't rested as thoroughly as you had craved.

As you put on some clothes, gathered your stuff, and made your way downstairs, you repeated your newly found mantra: be polite, don't do anything stupid, and everything will be all right. Be polite, don't do anything stupid, and everything will be all right. Be polite, don't do anything stupid, and everything -

You let out a soft sigh of relief when you noticed he was asleep, and tiptoed past him to the kitchen. Should you make some for him as well? You didn't think he would get angry if you didn't, but it was better to be safe than sorry. He had used the word 'serve', after all. You tried to lower the temperature of your blood before it started boiling. You weren't a servant, you weren't a criminal, and you weren't a B&B either. You were a grown woman with a job, a house – however shitty both may be – and a life of her own. But you would play along; only for now, you told yourself – even though 'now' could mean anything between a couple of weeks and a decade, apparently.

You got out two plates and lay two slices of toast on yours, six on his, before throwing some butter and salt on it. There wasn't much left of anything in the house so you would need to go to the store soon – but that was fine. The more you could avoid him, the better. You pealed two bananas and lay an apple beside it on his plate as well, no idea how hungry he would still be after yesterday's dinner; again, better to be safe.

One last glance at the thrown-together breakfast before you picked up the plates and brought it to the table. He was awake – maybe he had been since you came downstairs, you didn't know – and his glance seemed almost kind, though it may have been a trick of the light and the sleep still crusted in your eyes. He took the plate and dug in much like yesterday: all elegance gone for a moment.

As you studied him while nibbling on your toast you came to the conclusion that the form of a cat truly fit him. He was slim, every movement he made seemed calculated (apart from when he was eating, apparently), and his eyes seemed to speak of intelligence and a fondness of mischief. Even his smirk had been a bit feline.

Then you realised you didn't know his name. Should you ask? Would he even give you his real name? Not that you cared, of course; but it would be easier to have something to call him.

“You never told me your name.” Soft; casual. You even felt casual, as if he wasn't some kind of criminal using your home as a hiding spot, as if he hadn't haunted your dreams mere hours ago. You didn't know why.

“You never asked.” He shot you a playful look before starting on his sixth piece of toast.

You rolled your eyes, but somehow... Somehow he felt less and less dangerous. Maybe it was the fact that he attacked his food like a starved lion, or maybe it was the glimmer in his eyes whenever he was amused – you had seen it when he had been a cat, too.

“I'm asking now?” Yet you managed to keep your voice light.

His grin only grew, and he sat back up from his empty plate to lean against the backrest, one arm draped over it and one ankle resting on his knee - completely at ease, as if he had been living here for much longer than a single night. He brought the apple to his lips, but spoke first.

“How about you give me yours first?”

Should you? Well, if he was to stay longer, he would find out who you were pretty soon anyway; and it wasn't safe to lie. So, you gave him your real name – but first name only. Yet something about his smirk told you he had already known. Had it been a test? You were pretty sure you had passed, then. You waited. He held your gaze. You didn't look away. Was he ever going to tell you or was this another test, to see how patient you were, or how stubborn?

Finally, he spoke. “Loki.”

You blinked. It wasn't a name you had ever heard before. Was it a fake one? Was it American? It didn't sound that way. It sounded more Scandinavian than anything else, really. You scanned him for a moment, and concluded that his name fit him.

“All right. Loki.” His eyes darkened a bit but you ignored it and stood. “I'm off to work; should be back by six, maybe seven if my boss gives me extra paperwork. Please don't break anything in the meantime.” You sighed, rubbing the last bit of crust from your eyes. “I would say make yourself at home but it's clear you've already done that.” You ignored his trademark smirk as well, put on your shoes, and grabbed your coat from the chair over which you had thrown it yesterday. “There's lemonade in the fridge and there's still some fruit left, but I'll go to the shops tomorrow to get some groceries.” You made a nondescript movement with your hand. “So yeah. If there's anything you fancy, write it on a piece of paper. I'll see you tonight.” And off you went, not even glancing back.

You hoped he was gone before you returned.

By the end of the day you were even more broken than the day before. You even passed by the usual distractions without noticing it, thoughts like white noise laying heavy inside your head. After you stepped inside your home, closed the door with your bum, and made your way to the living room, you nearly yelped. You had completely forgotten about the man you were now living with.

There was a new cut on his cheek, a droplet of blood trickling out and gliding to his chin, and one on his hand too. You tried not to cry out at how he had stained your couch, but didn't want to know where and how he had got them and so, without saying a word, you got out the plastic box again and sat down on the couch next to him.

“Look to the right, please.”

He followed your request and you gingerly grabbed his chin to hold him in place as you swiped the alcohol-drenched rag over the cut. It seemed as if... As if it had gotten smaller since you had gotten home. You pushed the thought away, ignored his usual staring, and let go of his face before taking his hand in yours and disinfecting the cut on his palm as well. Your eyes grew wide. After you had treated it the skin slowly merged together, until there was no trace left of the minor injury. You rubbed your thumb over the smooth, pale skin, and glanced up.

“How?”

For once he did not smirk, did not grin – he smiled. “Magic.”

Of course. Like turning into a cat, and switching your clothing with the flick of a wrist. You were almost jealous. No, scratch that – you were jealous. How easy life must be when you had all kinds of magic at your disposal. You glanced away and let go of his hand before it would become awkward, not acknowledging how his smile had made him seem even more handsome, and stood to put the kit back in its rightful place. When you returned to the living room you stopped in the doorway and leaned against the frame.

“So... You're not human, then?”

He chuckled. “It baffles me that you haven't heard about me at all; but no. I'm not from Midgard.”

You frowned. Midgard... Midgard.. Well, from the context you guessed it was the name for Earth wherever he came from. “What are you, then? If it's not too rude to ask, of course.”

He... He hesitated, and averted his eyes. Did he not know? Had you accidentally hit a soft spot? He stared at the hand you had treated and flexed his fingers; and when he glanced up something had hardened in his gaze.

“I come from a different world, called Jotunheim. It's cold, ugly, and barren, ice and rock as far as the eye can see; and it's people are exactly the same – Frost Giants, they're called.”

There was hate in his eyes, and it was your turn to hesitate for a moment. Should you try and lift the mood a bit? Who knew what this man was capable of when he was angry – especially if he was one of those alleged giants. England was cold and barren enough already, no need for some guy to come and bring eternal winter or something. You pushed a smile on your face.

“You don't exactly look like a cold and ugly snowman – though you are rather tall, I suppose.”

He laughed, loudly and genuinely, and the sound was like magic on its own; dripping down your spine like liquid velvet. Then, slowly, his skin turned blue, his eyes red, and he grew a few inches taller as the sofa gave a dangerous creak beneath him.

“How about now?”

You studied him, but... there was no fear stirring in your stomach. Why weren't you afraid? If anything, you were fascinated – but you merely shrugged. “A bit more 'giant', and I guess blue is a rather cold colour, but it's not without its own beauty.” Your cheeks flushed as you realised what you had just said, and you quickly lifted your hands. “I mean, you're not fit for a horror film or anything. I've seen a lot worse in those; I bet they wouldn't even hire you for a thriller.”

Slowly he turned back to fair, pale skin and gemstone eyes, something like disbelief or confusion swirling in them, but he quickly hid it behind a smirk and stood. “What a strange creature you are.” He stepped closer, and you pushed yourself off the door frame to stand upright. “Calling a monster handsome, not even a frightened gasp at its physique.”

Another few strides and your back hit the wall – you had been walking backwards without knowing it, gaze fixed on his as your abdomen stirred both in fear and something you didn't dare acknowledge. He placed his hands beside your head, his chest inches from yours, and your could feel his breathy laugh run down your face.

“I would have thought you fearless, but I can see now that that is not the case. Have you changed your mind? Would I fit in a horror scenario yet?”

But what you felt wasn't at all close to horror – no, you only felt horror at realising how you were turned on by this. By him. By the criminal in your house who wasn't even human. Another laugh rolling down your face and neck as he leaned over and placed his lips next to your ear.

“I heard your scream last night. Did you dream of me? The horrible things I could do to you? The ways I could make you suffer?”

You were pretty sure that dream wouldn't return. Oh no, not at all. It would be replaced with something far more terrifying. Far more satisfying-

“Step. Back.” You tried to keep your heart under control, and you felt pride at how your voice didn't break nor waver. “Step. Back.”

You were surprised he followed your command, but you didn't show it. You showed nothing but feigned rage and confidence.

“This is my home and you should be bloody grateful for my hospitality instead of trying to scare me with threats and physical intimidation. I've been polite, I've been kind, I haven't told anyone that you are staying here, so the least you could do is show me some respect!”

Oh no. Ohhh no. This is exactly the thing you shouldn't do when there was a tall alien inside your house threatening to torture you. Yep, you were done for. This was it. Goodbye cruel world. At least you wouldn't have to go to work tomorrow.

But he didn't kill you. He leaned against the wall opposite of you, only a few feet away, an amused smirk on his face and a chuckle escaping his lungs. “I must admit you have served me well so far – beyond expectation. I suppose a small taste of the reward is in place.”

Your stomach twisted, but luckily the feeling subdued when he held up his hand and a necklace appeared in his palm. A small, elegant emerald on a golden chain. If it was real... You cautiously took it from him and inspected it. Yes, it was real. You had no idea how much it was worth but judging by the fine craftsmanship alone you guessed it was at the very least a hundred pounds. You could sell it and save part of the money, using the rest for bills and groceries.

“Put it on.”

You glanced up, confused; but his gaze left no room for debate. No selling it, then. You unclasped it and moved your hands to the back of your neck, where it snapped in place again. It was so light you barely felt it, so delicate that your skin had difficulty registering it. You moved your gaze back to his, still slightly unsure what to say – which only worsened when you saw his glance. It was dark, yet... tender? Or kind? You didn't like how it made your abdomen stir pleasurably.

That evening the two of you ate dinner in silence again, as if your sexual fantasy of being pinned against a wall hadn't just happened and as if he hadn't given you one of the finest pieces of jewelry you had ever seen. Afterwards, still without a word, he joined you in the kitchen to dry off the dishes you had cleaned, and when the time came to go to bed you hesitated. He already lay draped over the couch, a book in hand, but anyone with the ability to see understood that it was far from comfortable.

You sighed. Were you really doing this? Yeah. Yeah, you were.

“I have a solution for the lack of beds.”

He elegantly pushed himself upright again, book forgotten in his lap. The gaze he fixed on you was dark, much like his smirk. “Are you suggesting to share yours?”

“Not in the way you're thinking about.” His gaze only intensified, darkened, thin lips curling at the edges, but you sighed and dragged a hand across your face to keep your body from responding to it. “You may sleep at the foot end of my bed – as a cat.” He pulled up an eyebrow, obviously surprised, and it was your turn to smirk. “You use less space like that; and I don't think my bed could handle a 'giant'.”

He stood, stalking closer. “Are you sure you don't want to find out?”

You just rolled your eyes. “Very sure.” Nope, not sure at all – you definitely wanted to find out. You were definitely inviting him into your bedroom with the hope for escalation.

But you just pushed the thoughts away and made your way up the stairs, paying no attention to the man following behind you. You showed him your room before grabbing your pyjamas and locking yourself in the bathroom, where you emptied your bladder, changed, brushed your teeth, and combed your hair. And combed some more. And some more. It was getting static now. You were stalling, mostly because some part of you was hoping to find him splayed out on your sheets, naked- don't think about that. He was a criminal. Mister Murder. Inhuman. A Frost Giant from Jotunheim – wherever the fuck that maybe. You took in a shaking breath and returned to your room.

He lay there, as himself – wearing only his pants. Your breath hitched. The soft dipping of his pale skin hinted at the muscles beneath and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. He lay his book to the side and shot you a grin, but you spoke before he could.

“Cat. Now.”

“Oh but I'm far from tired-”

“Now.”

Within the blink of an eye the black cat lay curled up at the foot end of the bed, his book on the nightstand, and you had the idea he was still grinning. You rolled your eyes and crawled underneath the sheets, mentally praying to the Gods that you wouldn't dream tonight. Link to this chapter on AO3 here. Want to support me and my writing? Commission prices can be found here Or support me by buying me a coffee