#why kill ed black?

[zroqravity]

I might be going insane

[arsenicflame]

I love people who love competent Stede Bonnet but, for me, he's always at his best when he's at least a little bit cringefail

[universalthaumaturge]

ok i get why anthy has creature of delirium now

[thatwitchrevan]

I did vote for Stede just for fun but honestly any character from Black Sails would kill him easily except for an absolute comedy of errors.

[restricted-access]

in my macro freak era & constantly torn between “i don’t have caffeine after noon!/try not to have after 10am!” and wanting to drown in celsius/gfuel every day for the appetite suppressant

[gothamcityneedsme]

left mick and ralphs to enter a black screen...done with fnv today

[httpsserene]

𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 “𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤”𝐞𝐝 - 𝐨𝐩. 𝟖𝟏

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: oscar’s girlfriend is feral on main. 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: crack. this is a shitpost, you have been warned. uh this is completely unrealistic, it’s pure vibes okay. this is not an accurate representation of those mentioned. 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: oscar piastri x fem!black!reader 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: smau.

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: i wouldn’t consider myself an oscar girlie but then,,, i opened tumblr and saw the photos of oscar from when he went karting and um…now have another op 81 mess of a smau! this is completely unserious and it’s inspired by the nefarious actions i would do to oscar’s biceps. inspired by @dwarvenchords and @hookhausenschips ‘s reblog lol. it’s short but, enjoy, loves xxx.

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yninstagram • february 28th

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oscarpiastri: love…you couldn’t even save this for the close friends stories? you had to post it on main yninstagram: did you like my joke? oscar “jack”ed piastri LOL im so clever oscarpiastri: ijbol 😐 yninstagram: i’d be pressed but ur muscles are distracting me oscarpiastri: u should cmere and give them a kiss :)

lilymhe: he let u tie a bow around his bicep?!!! omfg i have to do this with alex yninstagram: i don’t think alex has enough muscles to meet the requirement for the bow :/

landonorris: he’s such a simp landonorris: i would never let my girlfriend tie a bow on me 🥱 yninstagram: step 1: have a girlfriend

logansargeant: your freak out on twitter had a slight mentally-ill aura yninstagram: shut the fuck up and get on a podium before you talk to me yninstagram: gangly bitch + not funny didn’t laugh + L

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yninstagram • february 28th • in between my boyfriends tiddies ⚑

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yninstagram: things to do with your boyfriends muscles; listed in the comments below (a huge thanks to the toto user on twt for FINALLY sending me the photo)

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yninstagram 1. tie a bow around them (completed)

➥ user thx for sharing the photo

➥ user FUCK! I CAN’T FIND A PIECE OF PAPER TO WRITE THIS ON

yninstagram 2. kiss them (completed)

➥ user awh how cute! going to nap on the interstate rq

➥ user wait for me!

➥ user omg slumberpartyyyyy

yninstagram 3. touch them (completed)

➥ markwebber there’s a time i thought you were a normal girl

➥ yninstagram who told you to think that??

user i know those arms are rock solid 🥴🤤

user i’m the toto user on twitter !!! she did not kill me y’all !!!

➥ user u were flirting with death babes

➥ user i would not have admitted to this under her post

➥ user you should seek witness protection 🙏🏾

yninstagram 4. have him suffocate you with them (he said no)

➥ oscarpiastri WHY DID YOU INCLUDE THIS ONE

➥ logansargeant i think you’re proving the mentally-ill part y/n

➥ yninstagram u sound jealous logan

➥ user personally, i think if you didn’t want her to say that, you shouldn’t have muscles @/oscarpiastri

➥ oscarpiastri oh! yeah! why didn’t i think of that—lemme just take them off rq 😐 WTH

yninstagram 5. wall sex (?)

➥ oscarpiastri i specifically said not to say #4 and #5 in public

➥ user the question mark is SENDING MEEEEE

➥ yninstagram i mean, i can tell you that he didn’t say no to this one 😈 @/user

➥ landonorris i did not want to see this when i opened ig

➥ yninstagram do us all a favor then and delete ur account x

➥ oscarpiastri what she said^

➥ landonorris :o -> :(

yninstagram 6. draw on them (in progress)

➥ user wait this one is actually cute 🤭

➥ oscarpiastri watching the pure concentration on her face is adorable

➥ user omg she’s so 👉🏼👈🏼 coded

➥ oscarpiastri it tickles lol

➥ yninstagram ur moving around too much

➥ yninstagram might have to tie you to the headboard 😏

➥ user and she’s back on her bs

yninstagram 7. watch him flex for you (ongoing indefinitely)

➥ mclaren do we have your permission to post oscar thirst traps now?

➥ yninstagram i’m sure we could work out something mutually beneficial

oscarpiastri • february 28th • my girl’s basement ⚑

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oscarpiastri she knocked out on my chest halfway through drawing on me. didn’t know this was part of the boyfriend job description, felt like there was some false adverting. overall: 12/10 experience, will be doing this again.

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danielricciardo didn’t know where this was going for a sec but fuck you guys are so cute 🥹

➥ oscarpiastri thank you? i guess

➥ user oh to have my relationship praised by danny ric

➥ user girl ur man responds to your texts two days late

➥ user DAMN u didn’t have to air out my business like thatttt

user WHAT DID SHE USE TO DRAW ON YOU OSCAR??? HELP A GIRL OUT

➥ oscarpiastri its liquid eyeliner 🫡

➥ oscarpiastri she used an eyeshadow palette when she wanted to add colors

➥ user why did i never think of that, she’s so smarttttt

user oscar piastri the MAN that u AREEEE

logansargeant so,,,,are we still getting dinner later orrrrr

➥ user LOL

➥ user omg y/n was right logan IS jealous

➥ logansargeant im not jealous !!!!

➥ user 💀

➥ user okayyyy….we believe you LMAOOOOO

➥ oscarpiastri ijbol 😂

➥ logansargeant stop using ijbol it’s not funny

➥ user this will be the only time that i say i agree with logan on something

➥ logansargeant ur literally a fan account FOR ME?? @/user

➥ user yeah man u didn’t have to bring that up 😒

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[esyra]

Killing 1300+ Jews in barbaric ways does not make you the good guys. Israel retaliating is Hamas’ fault. Hamas surrendering would mean peace. Israel surrendering would have more dead Jews. But i guess that’s the end goal.

No, we're always the barbaric terrorists. Israel is the good guy for killing 9,000+ Gazans the past 25 days, and trapping 1,000+ under the rubble which will definitely turn out dead if they ever get the proper equipment to lift it off them. Israel is the good guy for killing Shireen Abu Akleh. Israel is the good guy for killing Ahmed Erekat. Israel is the good guy for killing Nadim Nuwarah and Mohammed Salameh. Israel is the good guy for opening fire on 2,400 protesters and killing 52. Israel is the good guy for holding over 1,000 Palestinians as "administrative detainees," meaning they are held indefinitely without charges.

In fact, Israel has been the good guy ever since they got the British to help them colonize Palestine and get rid of the Arabs, as they admitted to wanting it themselves. After all, as Winston Churchill said himself, the colonization of Palestine was righteous because as the Red Indians of America, and the black people of Australia, "a stronger race, a higher grade race, or, at any rate, a more worldly-wise race, to put it that way, has come in and taken their place."

Palestinians, be it on Gaza or the West Bank, can never retaliate or defend themselves. We're to either die and be violated quietly or we are terrorists which will be gleefully eradicated with the help of every colony-based State in the world. Otherwise, we'll disturb the comfortable privilege your racism and religious intolerance ensures.

When Hamas didn't existed the occupation began and the British violently suppressed anyone who opposed. When Hamas didn't exist the Nakba happened. When Hamas didn't exist the Deir Yassin massacre happened. But, you know, that one's fine because it happened after Israel had made Palestine agree to a peace pact, and they would never act unfairly so the brutal murder of over 100 Palestinians is obviously being misunderstood. Hamas doesn't operate in the West Bank, but they're still expelled from their homes, brutalized and murdered. Since October 7, West Bank had 115 killed, more than 2,000 injured and nearly 1,000 others forcibly displaced from their homes because of violence and intimidation by Israeli forces and settlers. They'll bomb mosques with exit points created to save people from settlers' violence, then claim they were used for terrorism. Proof? They don't need it. They'll bomb first then ask questions later.

Do people who blindly defend Israel do anything other than victimize yourselves? Do you even read any actual Israeli news that said the IDF "shell[ed] houses on their occupants," because they're too incompetent to do anything other than bombing everything? Do you ever wonder why the people Israel swears were burned and beheaded always came from reports from houses absolutely destroyed by what could only be shelling? Do you ever hear testimonies from survivors of the massacre saying IDF shoot at their own civilians? Do you ever read about past al-Qassam attacks and noticed they've never had mass casualties because IDF never responded like this? Do you even know what al-Qassam is or do you live to regurgitate whatever you're fed and being spoon-fed your information?

If Hamas' militia surrenders, Gaza will be wiped out and Gazans — those who are not murdered — will be exiled into Egypt's Sinai. That's the end goal since 1948, and that's what you're defending. But who cares? Arab blood is cheaper and racism is always fashionable.

[skzdarlings]

Chan with ❛ that really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me. ❜

summary: your husband is a university professor. when you sit in on one of his lectures, it gives both of you an idea...

pairing: bang chan/reader content info: husband!chan, kinky professor/student roleplay, though reader is his wife and not actually a student. dom!chan, sub!reader, degrading language (stupid, dumb, slut). corruption kink, power dynamics kink. explicit sexual content. word count: 2380 words.

part of the valentine's day stories series. credit to prompts. requests are closed.

enjoy! <3

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Chan is giving a lecture when you reach the university.   You kill some time and grab a coffee, ambling around campus and idling in corridors until your wandering leads you to his hall.  The main doors are propped open, likely for air circulation with the spring heat, and you smile at his voice spilling into the hallway. 

It is a big lecture hall.  He is teaching a beginner level so the class is substantially large, a couple hundred freshman packed inside.  No one will notice an extra presence.  There are a few empty seats scattered across the back row so you slip inside and quietly take one. 

You like seeing Chan in his element.  Your husband is something of a chameleon, spending his down time in hoodies and baseball caps, listening to music and giggling at his own goofy jokes.  You almost forget his professional side, his prestigious and academic character.  He loves his research and his work and his students and it shows in every remark and gesticulation.  

You adore him.  His passion and intelligence never cease to amaze you.

Though right now your loving attention strays to his appearance.  You must admit: your husband is a hottie.  You suspect the tittering co-eds in the first few rows are not as interested in statistical analysis as their rapt attention might suggest.

Professor Bang Chan stands at the front of the hall, dressed down to his shirtsleeves.  His suit jacket has been tossed over the desk.  His pants are pressed, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, but his neat black hair is just this side of dishevelled, like he has been running his fingers through it. 

You slouch in your seat and smile a cheesy smile as you watch him work. 

He looks around the hall as he lectures, attentive to every student.   In his perusal, his eyes skim the back row.  They stop on you.   

“And that’s why we, uh, ah…” He stumbles so noticeably that a few heads turn to see what caught his eye.   He laughs and waves, drawing their attention again.  “Sorry, sorry, as I was saying…”    

Your smile only widens.  There is a little flutter in your heart as your husband looks at you with a glimmer in his eye.  You rest your head on your fist and watch the rest of the lecture without any interruption.  

You stay seated when it ends and the students file out.  Chan lingers by his desk to sort his papers.  You just admire him for a moment, then you make your way down the aisle.  He lifts his head, smiling at you.

“Hey, stranger,” he says, shrugging on his jacket.  “You’re early.” 

“Yeah, I thought traffic would be worse.”  

“Hungry?”

“Definitely, Professor,” you say.  Your original plans were dinner, but you lift an eyebrow while smirking, suggesting a different kind of hunger entirely. 

It makes him laugh, a nervous sort of laugh.  You are charmed by the tips of his ears turning red, a testament to your ability to fluster your man well into your marriage. 

“What’s wrong, Professor?” you ask, reaching up to touch his face.   “Aren’t you hungry too?”

He stares back at you for a moment.  His gaze is resolute despite his faint blush.  You cannot help your delight. 

“Ooh,” you say.  “Do you like it when I call you Professor, Professor?”

He finally takes your hand and lowers it. 

“I’m a professional,” is what he says, which is definitely not an answer to the question you asked.  He kisses your cheek before you can protest his reply, then he winks and grabs his bag.  “Come on,” he says, “I just have to put some stuff in my office.  Then we’ll go grab dinner.” 

You suspend your teasing for the time being, talking about your day as you cross campus in the sunshine.  You take the stairs up to the office floor, winding around the labyrinthine assembly of empty offices.  It is quite late in the afternoon, plenty of people seemingly packed up and gone for the day. 

He unlocks his office and lets you both in.  While he goes to his desk to sort his stuff, you close and lock the door.  He does not notice your deliberate movements, still talking about mundane nothings.  You do love your endless conversations, whether casual or important, but right now you are less preoccupied with Channie than Professor Chan.  There is something about seeing your husband like this, smart, competent, confident, and so in charge of his space. 

“Baby girl?” he asks, lifting an eyebrow at your slow, slinky approach.  “What’s up?” 

You circle the desk and lay a hand on his chest, smoothing your palm down his lapel.  You swear his eyes somehow darken, narrowing in focus, his whole expression coloured differently than before. 

“What are you doing?” he asks. 

“I know you’re married, Professor,” you say, blinking oh-so innocently at him.  “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable… it’s just that I… I need…”

He lets you nudge him back onto the desk chair behind him.  He gazes up as you lean over him. 

“Baby,” he says, warningly, but does not move or push your hands away. 

“We’re all alone, Professor,” you say.  “The door is locked.  No one will ever find out.” 

“Ah. Is that right?” he asks, looking like he is on the verge of giggles.  He sighs instead, dropping his chin and shaking his head, playfully disappointed.  With another breath, he lifts his head, and your sweet husband dons a more predatory air.   

He does not even have to say anything, does not even have to touch you.  He just has to look at you with all that desire in his eyes, turning your insides molten.  Every dirty thought is plain in how he checks you out.

“I saw you looking at me in class today,” you say, breathless already.  “Did you think I looked pretty, Professor?”                                         

“I think,” he says, “I was impressed you were sitting there, actually listening for once.”

You open your mouth to retort, but he touches a shushing finger to your lips.  He shakes his head. 

“Nuh-uh,” he says.  “Tell me what you want before I throw you out of my office.”  He cups your jaw, his gaze so clearly centred on your lips. 

“Oh, please, don’t do that,” you say.  “I need you, Professor.  I mean, I need your help.”

“I think you’re beyond help, baby girl,” he says.  He momentarily breaks character to glance at the wall, then he looks at you with a quirked brow.  “We are at my work, maybe we should—”

“I know you,” you reply.  

Because you do.  You and your husband are no strangers to roleplay or kinky fun, your desires and boundaries and safewords known.  Your backside is still tender from a good spanking the night before, just enough to leave you squirming today.  You were pent-up before you even saw Professor Chan administering his lecture.  But now that you have, now that you are here, you cannot let it go.  And given the way he is looking at you, he feels the same way.

“You’ve been hard since I called you Professor in the lecture hall,” you say. 

“Since I saw you sitting in my classroom, actually,” he corrects.  “I could fill in the rest with my own imagination.  Just… looking at you…”  He takes another breath and looks you over.  His gaze is heady.  “God, you just get me going every time, you know that?” 

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” you say with another smirk.  Then you pout, batting your eyelashes, as you sink to your knees in front of him.  “Please, Professor,” you say.  “I’m begging you.  I need a good grade or else.  I’ll do anything.” 

“Anything,” he says.  “That’s, ah… that’s a bold statement.  Are you sure about that?”

“Of course I am,” you say.  You clasp your hands.  “Anything at all.” 

“You know, a man who is not as nice me could do bad things to you, baby.   A pretty girl like you.  It’s like you want someone to take advantage of you, yeah?”  He cups your jaw and tilts your face up, looking at your mouth thoughtfully, smiling as he circles his thumb over your lips.  “They could be really mean to you,” he says.  “Make you do things you don’t like.  Maybe even hurt you, baby.”

“But you wouldn’t do those things,” you say with a watery sniffle.  “You’re a good professor. I can trust you.”

“Of course you can,” he says.  With his thumb, he tugs your bottom lip down.  It flips back up with a bounce.  “I’ll help you then, if you do what I say.”

“Oh yes, of course, Professor, anything,” you say. You start to stand when he puts a hand on your shoulder. 

“Naw, naw,” he says.  “You stay there for me.”

“On my knees?”  You blink up at him.  “What for?” 

“Tsk.  Baby.  You know what for.”  He pats your head like he would an especially dumb puppy.  “You’re just a pretty face,” he says, “but you’re not that stupid.  You know what you’re good for at least, don’t you?”   

He cups your chin.  Before you can reply, his thumb is forcing its way into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. You wrap your lips around it, staring up at him while sucking diligently. 

“That’s it,” he says, and slides free with a wet little pop.  “Good job.  See?”  He speaks with saccharine sweetness, completely condescending as he pats your cheek.  “You are good at something.”  He unbuttons your shirt with deft swiftness, your breasts already heaving in your low-cut bra when he pushes the material off your shoulders.  He laughs to himself as he says, “It’s just the only thing you’re good at is being a dumb slut, but that’s okay, yeah?” 

“I… I guess…”

“Shh, it’s okay.”  He covers you whole mouth with his hand, tugging you close while he undoes his belt with the other.  “You don’t need to talk,” he says.  “No one needs to hear what you think.  Open your mouth for me.   That’s a good girl.  Come on.  You can take it.” 

With a shuffle, he gets his pants open and partially down, enough to get himself out.  He is already rock hard as he guides you forward, sliding into your waiting mouth.  He grunts with deep, obvious pleasure. 

He lets you take over, sitting back while you suck his cock with expert knowledge of exactly what he likes, when to take him deep, when to lick and suck and swallow.  You stop for a breath and his cock smacks your cheek.  Then suddenly he is standing and taking you with him, wasting no time bending you over his desk. 

“Professor!” you say, pushing your ass out with your theatrically scandalized cry.  “Oh no, sir, I’ve never done this before, please, ahh—”   

He lifts your skirt and tugs your panties to the side, sliding his fingers through all the wet arousal there.  He slides two fingers into you easily, with no resistance at all.  He leans down and laughs against the nape of your neck.

“I find that hard to believe,” he says, fucking you steadily with his hand.  “I think I’m not the only professor you’ve done this for, am I, baby?” 

“Ohh,” is all you manage, out of character and genuinely moaning as he works you towards a quick orgasm.  “Channie, you’re gonna make me come,” you warn, wriggling. 

Your moans turn to pathetic little whimpers when he wraps a strong arm around you, locking you in place as he lines up behind you. 

“What’s that?” he asks, holding you tight.  It stops you from writhing while he pushes his wet dick inside you, inch by slow inch.  “I’m not Channie, am I?” he says.  “What do you call me?  Huh?  Dumb little girl.”  He swats your ass and you yelp, clenching around him.  “Try again,” he says. 

“Oh, Professor,” you say.  Then you cannot help but giggle, recalling his evasion when you teased him in the lecture hall.  The evidence of his desire says it all.  “That really does make you hard,” you laugh, breathlessly, “I can feel you pulsing inside me.”

You squeak when he pushes you down onto the desk, holding your hips as he thrusts into you with more vigour.  Then you are not saying anything, just moaning and riding out every quick snap of his hips.  You are not sure how he manages to find the softest, squishiest, more sensitive place inside you, every time, no matter the place or position, sending you hurtling towards to an orgasm at breakneck speed. 

“Oh, help, Professor, I’m gonna—”

“Me too, baby,” he says.  “All inside you.”

“Ohh, fuck—”  You come with a shuddering convulsion, twitching and clenching, your eyes closed as you pant into the wooden surface of his desk.  Your orgasm ends and he is still fucking you, drawing it out.  Your voice is guttural, low and breathy as you say, “Professor, be careful, we have no protection…”

He lifts you up, arches your back, and covers your mouth.

“I… told… you…”  He punctuates each sound with a hard thrust.  “To… be… quiet…” 

Then he drives into you and stays there, groaning into your neck as he comes and comes.   When his hand drops, you take in a gulp of air, shivering from the aftershocks of pleasure.  You are spilling out of your bra from all the jostling, your skirt in disarray.  You whimper when he pulls out of you, then again when he just covers you back up with your panties.  They are soaked in a second. 

“Maybe, uh,” he says with one of his funny, embarrassed, little giggles.  “Maybe we should stop by home and clean up before we go for dinner.” 

You giggle too, turning around to face him.  You fix your shirt while he tucks himself back into his pants.  He is already blushing and smiling that dimpled smile, looking all sweet and goofy as if he didn’t just fuck your brains out on his desk. 

“Good idea,” you say.  “That’s why you’re the professor.” 

He laughs.  Looking at you fondly, he cups your cheek and pulls you in for a long, tender kiss.    

[xx-k1tsun3-k1d-xx]

GENUINELY I’ve had pro ED content/accounts suggested to me despite interacting with NOTHING similar at all and it’s like ???? is it just from being involved in scene??

Getting real fucking tired of all the gross pro ana shit the scenecore community keeps pushing :/

[seat-safety-switch]

A lot of people at Home Depot are getting froggy at my comparison of them to the Third Reich. This is, of course, a media fabrication. The Nazis had easy access to working tools, and lumber that was straight. What I actually called them was “a group of useless, tin-hat fascists that can’t even stock a fucking lightswitch.”

Back when I was a kid, small hardware stores were all over the place. You could get on your bicycle and ride over to the local lumber shop, and a weird old guy would tell you what stuff to buy, occasionally implying that he was your real father. Then you’d ride home, and finish your project, happy in the knowledge that at least you could control the construction of a potato cannon or low-dimensional-stability, non-permitted birdhouse.

At some point, buoyed by the renovation-crazy era of reality television, the big hardware giants started rolling in. They’d buy out or crush all of these little hardware stores. Why would you go to two of them, they’d ask, when you can get all your stuff here, in one trip, for cheaper? This would be a great thing indeed, if I didn’t have to go to three different big-box hardware stores in order to satisfy literally any weekend project shopping list.

At least with Abnormal Ed’s House of an Unusual Amount of Paracord, you’d know what you were getting into, and if you shopped at his place a lot, he’d probably start stocking the stuff you need. With Home Depot, you’re not even a blip on their immense Excel spreadsheet of Raw Data Pure Data Good Data. With an international reach, your insane hyper-local desires (limited to your house) average out to nothing against the demands of everyone else. There’s no way you can potentially influence them to start offering something unprofitable like, say, white spray paint, or hammers that aren’t made of tinfoil, without taking hostages.

What can we do about this? Other than building a time machine and going back to save small hardware stores – which would probably require buying some parts at Home Depot, which means we’d be wasting a beautiful Saturday afternoon driving all over the city just to pick up red and black wire – the only thing we can do is convince them that an even larger, angrier, hardware store is coming to kill them.

I got the idea when I had a bunch of sparrows flying into my kitchen window. You cut out some silhouettes of bigger birds and just paste them on there. They think a bunch of giant crows are hiding behind the window, and steer clear. It took a lot of time to construct an entire elaborate replica of a hardware store megaconsortium in the empty parking lot next to the Home Depot headquarters, and it was very hard to paint the Chinese ideographs for “HILARIOUS FUN DOESN’T STOCK UNPROFITABLE ITEMS RENOVATION DEPOT” while holding on to the 60th storey of a Potemkin building made entirely out of old cardboard boxes, but I managed to pull it off. You could hear the lifetime middle managers shrieking in fear of their new competitors from blocks away, and by the time I got home, the local Home Depot had finally decided to stock both light fixtures and light bulbs.

[areyoudoingthis]

This shot makes me completely insane. Ed's wanted to bury the Kraken and Blackbeard for so long, but now he's literally and symbolically digging himself up from the depths, he's swimming all the way to the bottom on purpose to drag himself back out.

And he does it in part because he's just been told "If you were ever good at anything, go and do that", and then rowed himself back into a nightmare, ships burning everywhere, Stede missing, and British soldiers harassing him while he's barely coping with what he's seeing. Maybe at first this is about bringing the Kraken back out of anger and dissociation, but that's why what happens next is so important. Because whatever his motivations are in this moment, he's doing something. The last time he was underwater he was drowning and Stede's presence saved him, this time he's taking action and doing whatever he can to fight back. And anger is only part of that, has always only been part of what moves Ed to violence.

Blackbeard and the Kraken have always been fueled by love, and fear, and yes, rage against unjust situations that made Ed feel helpless and trapped, and then left him feeling even worse for fighting back. And that last bit is what changes this time around and allows Ed to reintegrate, because for the first time, he's not alone anymore to deal with the aftermath, he's not a kid without a family, he's not a man crying alone in secret in an empty room without anyone to console him.

After he digs himself up, he emerges fully dressed on the shore, Edward Teach literally reborn on a beach at last, leathers back on and determined to do whatever it takes to find Stede. And it's such a powerful shot: he's all in black against the white surf, dripping wet hair completely obscuring his features and trailing tentacle shaped rivulets of water in front of his face.

The next shot we see is his shadow self, his dark, blurry reflection on the sand. The only bit of Ed's actual body we get are his feet stepping determinedly on the wet sand, making his way back to land and to Stede and towards his full self (although he hasn't realized this last bit yet).

But it's not until he finds the soldiers reading Stede's letter -and this is such a lovely representation of how the core of the show is the relationship between these two men- that all the parts of him are finally able to integrate into a single person when Ed embraces the Kraken and Blackbeard and Ed as being of equal value. It's reading the adoring, unhesitating declaration of Stede's love that allows Ed to redefine himself, to see his darker parts in a different light, the light Stede has cast on his life.

He reads the letter, realizes the depth of Stede's love for him, understands he's really committed to Ed for good (in permanent ink), that he didn't push him away by showing him his trauma as he feared, that sharing the story he's never told anyone else about his first and worst act of violence didn't make Stede reject him, that Stede loves him and wants him in his life for good. He has a short cry about it while he reads and processes.

And then he roars "you wrote me a lovely letter" and charges. A lot has been said about how angry in love the line sounds, and yes, he is angry, angry that he almost lost Stede again, angry that the British soldiers would mock the letter, angry that they'd hurt Stede and that they'd think they can do whatever they want just because they have the power, think they can separate them again after everything they've been through.

Ed has been afraid of his anger for so long, made up a tale and a whole different persona to hide it behind, but his anger has always been born of love, of the need to keep his loved ones safe, of rage against abuse and injustice, and this is what he needed to be able to see in order to start healing.

He's in love, Stede's in danger, he needs his protection, and Ed offers it unflinchingly and doesn't hate himself for it this time, sees the part of him that is capable of killing not as monster but as loving protector at last. Because the British are abusing their entirely illegitimate authority, and the man he loves is in trouble and may even be dead, and this isn't even a question for Ed, he'll fight for him.

And once he's safe he'll drop his weapons at their feet to kiss him and tell him what he's finally become able to say: he loves him. He's maybe beginning not to hate himself, and he loves Stede. And Stede reaffirms what he wrote in the letter, tells him that he knows, that it isn't Ed-Blackbeard-Kraken that's a dick, but life.

Is this arc done? No, of course not. Healing happens in stops and starts, it takes a long time, and that's why DJ has said from the beginning that OFMD was always meant to be three seasons long; the last season is going to be all about Ed and Stede dealing with their issues so they can grow and heal. But they were always meant to do it together, because that's when they're strongest, that's when they're able to shed a light on the other's darkest bits and help him see them in a kinder, loving way.

This was an emotionally charged step in Ed's journey of growth and self acceptance, but the issue will probably come back up in the future, especially now that he and Stede are slowing down and taking time to process their mountains of trauma and everything they've been through in a very condensed amount of time.

But this is still an incredibly significant moment for Ed. He's gone from panicking and hiding under a blanket in a bathtub to throwing parts of himself overboard to digging them up from the bottom of the sea towards the shore and the light, and wielding them intentionally to fight for what he loves.

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Games Part 2

Part 1

Masterlist

Jeongins Masterlist

Pairing: non idol, rich bad boy Jeongin x Uptight, College student Y/n.

Wk: 6196k

Warnings: smut (obviously), unprotected sex, slight bondage, biting, tiny bit of blood play, mild knife play. (Let me know if I missed anything) MDNI 18+ ONLY

Summery: Y/n is glad to be over that night with the mysterious Jeongin.. that is until he comes to find her.. will he take what he wants again with no regard to her or will something else spark between them.. something neither of them can get rid of.

A/n: not so sure I like this one but you guys let me know what you think. I’m finding Jeongin harder to write for because I find him so cute and innocent lol but anyway… not proofread! Ps.. this one’s kinda long.. sorry in advance!

Smut under the cut

It had been a month since you had visited your home and your best friend, Seungmin. You missed home, of course but being back in the city and in your small little dorm with your roommate that acted as if you were invisible was very comforting.

You sat on your single bed trying to study for your marketing class but, your mind just wouldn't let you focus. Ever since that night at that stupid dilapidated hotel your head was only ever filled with Jeongin and what happened. You told yourself you only thought of him because he pretty much forced himself on you. In reality you knew you were only lying to yourself because the image of him cumming on you made you soak your panties through. 

Letting out a heavy burdened sigh you closed your book and dropped your pen on your notepad. Deciding to just go shower, you grabbed a towel and your bag of toiletries and headed towards the co-ed showers. You don't really enjoy the thought of sharing showers with men you didn't know but, it had gotten easier as the months went on.

You had barely gotten under the hot stream of water when the lights in the shower room flickered. "That's just great.." you mumbled to yourself. You tried to hurry with washing so you could get out of there before the lights went out completely. Not ten minutes later when you were rinsing out your hair the lights flipped off but, the shower stayed on so you knew it wasn't a power outage.

You couldn't see anything, it was pitch black in the shower stall. You finished up as best you could and turned off the water, hastily wrapping your towel around your body. "Hello? Can someone please turn the lights back on?!" You called out as you pushed back the curtain to the shower stall. With the glow from the exit sign above the entrance door to the lockers you could make out faint outlines of your surroundings.

A shiver ran through you, feeling as if you were being watched but you knew it was just your mind playing tricks on you. You grabbed your things and began to make your way to the entrance when your eyes caught a hazy glimps of someone. "Hello?" Your voice coming out a bit shakier than you meant for it to. The person didn't say a word but only walked closer to you. The closer they got you could tell they were a little taller than you, wearing a dark hoody.

When this person got a couple of feet from you they reached up and you noticed tattoos on their hand. Why was that so familiar? You thought, until you finally got to see their face. "Miss me?" Jeongins metallic voice sliced through the silence and your heart suddenly sped up, thumping so hard in your chest. You took a couple of steps back, "What are you- how did you.. what the fuck?!" You finally said out of frustration.

Jeongin only stepped closer to you, reaching out for your wrists causing you to drop your little bag of toiletries.

"Turns out it's really convenient we share a friend."

I'm going to kill Seungmin, you thought just as Jeongin jerked you forward by your wrists causing you to stumble into his body. You gasped in surprise, your wide eyes catching his sly stare. For a split second you thought his eyes softened just a bit but then he was pulling you into a shower stall. Jeongins long fingers tugging at your towel that you made sure to have a death grip on.

"Oh come on, you can't be that shy. You weren't this shy before." His dimpled grin was boyish, tinged with mischievous evil. His smug little grin and the way he just decided to take what he wanted pissed you off to no end. You shoved him as hard as you could, your towel falling in the process. When Jeongin stumbled back you grabbed up your towel and wrapped it around you again.

"Did you seriously come two hours into the city just to try and have sex with me again? Can't you find pussy back home?!" Your voice was raised a bit. "Or have you already used up all the girls who have fallen for your ugly charms?" You snarled at him, your face feeling hot with anger and embarrassment.

Jeongins smile fell and he tilted his head to the side as he eyed you. Like some feral animal. The darkness surrounding him with only the red glow of the exit sign illuminating some of his features.. he looked devilish. "Who said I was here to fuck you, y/n." Then his hands were back on you. This time he wasn't trying to take the towel from you.

Jeongin was pressed against you, his body making you lean against the cold tile of the unused shower. His hands sliding over the towel that hugged your naked body. "Maybe I just missed you." He whispered close to your ear making your body physically shake with a shiver. Then his lips were on you, kissing just below your ear, his hands gripping your ass, kneading your cheeks slowly.

You caught yourself tilting your head back, letting out a long breath as his teeth scraped along your skin harshly. It hurt but, felt so fucking good at the same time. What are you doing, y/n? That thought made you snap out of it. "Stop." You whispered but, either Jeongin didn't hear you or he was choosing to ignore it. "Jeongin, stop!" You yelled and pushed him off you.

You braced yourself as you watched Jeongin stumble back once more, almost falling on his ass. You assumed he would get angry and try to take what he clearly came for anyway but, your mind was blown when he simply shook his head and looked at you. "You are unlike any girl I've met before." He scratched the back of his head his mean demeanor simply seemed to melt away.

"Alright, since I came all the way into the city for you.. let's do this your way." You tilted your head at him, confused as to what the hell was currently happening. "Do what my way?"

Jeongin licked his lips stepped back out of the shower stall to give you space. "I won't touch you unless you ask me to."

With cautious steps you walked out of the shower stall and stepped away from him. "So you're not leaving?" You were dumbfounded. You thought he would just leave once he realized you were not going to give him what he wanted. Even if deep down your body was craving it. A sly little smirk crossed his handsome features, "Why, do you want me to leave?"

His question hung in the air, you suddenly unsure of the answer. He scared you and pissed you off.. this man was a menace but, for some reason.. you didn't want to make him leave. "I guess you can hangout with me but, you have to leave on Monday. I have classes and nothing will get in the way of my future. Got it, rich boy." You locked your eyes with his making sure he knew you meant business.

Jeongin mockingly gave you a bow, "Whatever you wish, little one." You narrowed your eyes at him and just before you turned away to walk back to your room. "And stay in the hallway until I get dressed." You proceeded to walk back to your room hearing his slow footsteps behind you. "Shouldn't matter. I've already seen that pretty little pussy." Jeongin said under his breath.

You stopped mid step just before you got to your dorm room, "Can you act as if you've had some kind of upbringing in your life time?" Scoffing you slipped into your room, making sure to lock the door behind you. Your roommate was back now and she was sitting at her computer playing a game. She had her headphones on in her own little world.

You picked the ugliest pajamas you had, slipping on the faded flannel pants and over sized black KORN tshirt. Checking yourself in the mirror before you opened the door to let him in. When you opened the door at first you didn't see Jeongin until you heard a soft womanly giggle. Looking down you took in the sight of Jeongin sitting on the floor and a girl from a few doors down sitting next to him.

She was engulfed in whatever he was saying. You instantly rolled your eyes and stepped out into hall. You jerked your toiletry bag away from the spot next to Jeongins leg. "Good, you found somewhere else to stay tonight." They both looked up at you at the sound of your voice. Jeongins cheeky smile slowly faded from his lips. You leaned down a little, speaking directly to the girl this time, "Make sure you feed and water him properly. He's your stray now." You gave the surprised Jeongin a little wave goodbye and closed your door.

Settling back on your bed after putting away your bag you decided to grab your book you were currently reading. It wasn't even a full minute before you heard a soft knock at your door. You tried your best to ignore him but then he started to call your name through the door. "Y/n? Y/n baby, please let me in! I didn't mean to! My dick just happened to slip into your ass.." you rushed to the door and opened it up to a smiling Jeongin, dimples on full display.

"What are you doing?" You whisper yelled and pulled him inside your room. "Stop causing a scene, you idiot." His soft chuckle was way more attractive than it needed to be. After closing your door and accepting the fact that this guy wasn't leaving anytime soon you sat on your bed and watched him take in the sight of your small room.

Jeongins narrow eyes seemed to slowly take every inch of the place in. From your messy little bookshelf to your wardrobe you had to share with your roommate. His eyes scanned over the posters of various artists and novels covering your side of the room, finally landing on your small bed and you. "This place looks like my closet." He said matter of fact before dropping himself on your bed, lying back and putting his hands behind his head, as if he owned it.

You rolled your eyes at him, "Of course, unfortunately I wasn't born with a silver spoon hanging out of my ass, like you." That made him laugh a little and he sat up placing his warm hand on your thigh. "You're funny, Y/n." Jeongins hand felt like it was burning through your pants onto your skin. You pushed his hand away. "Told you not to touch me."

Jeongin simply nodded before turning his attention to your roommate. "Does she even know we are in here?" He asked you, his eyes watching whatever was happening on the girls computer screen. "I don't know, she has never spoken to me much." That answer seemed to satisfy him and he proceeded to get off your bed and start messing with your little bookshelf.

Pulling books out, flipping through them, then throwing them down wherever he felt like it. "Excuse you!" You yelped and got up trying to take the current book he had out of his hands. Jeongin just held it above his head making it impossible for you to reach. "You want it, huh?" He laughed as you jumped trying to get the copy of Wuthering Heights away from him.

"Obviously you idiot!" Just as you said that he threw it on the ground, amusement dancing in his dark brown eyes. You shoved him, "Jerk!" He grabbed hold of your wrists and pushed you back against your bookshelf. His face was so close to yours you could see the specks of honey in his eyes. His body felt really nice pressed up against yours as he held you in place.

You could feel your heart beat pounding away at your chest. Jeongins breaths visibly became heavier, quicker. His eyes couldn't decide if they wanted to focus on your wild eyes or your pretty pink lips. At first you thought he was going to let you go when he removed one of his strong hands from its place around your wrist. Jeongin took that hand and tucked a strand of wet hair behind your ear.

You hated that all you wanted in that moment was for him to kiss you. Your body was screaming for it. "Ew... take that shit elsewhere." You both suddenly heard your roommate as she walked past you both to the closet to grab her jacket. Jeongin let you go and cleared his throat as if he was embarrassed. You put your hands up to your flushed cheeks to hopefully calm them down.

After your roommate left without a word you eyed Jeongin for a moment. "If you're sleeping here you can sleep on the floor. There's blankets in the closet above the clothes." You couldn't look at him but he was looking at you, watching every move you made. You pulled your covers back and slid into your bed turning your back to him and closing yours eyes.

Jeongin didn't say another word for a while. You could hear him rummaging in your closet and then fixing his makeshift bed on the floor. Once you assumed he was settled on the floor he finally spoke, "Sweet Dreams, Y/n."

It took a while to finally drift off to sleep. Your mind kept going back to the annoyingly handsome man lying on the floor by your bed. He was so spoiled and selfish, crass and brutal but, you couldn't deny the fire of want that had been lit inside of you.

Your alarm jolted you awake with a violent jerk of your body at the shrill sound. You reached over and managed to turn off your phones alarm. You rolled over to fall back to sleep, telling yourself just ten more minutes but, then you remembered the menace sleeping on the floor.

Sitting up wide eyed now you looked down to hopefully find Jeongin still sleeping but the idiot was gone. Where is he? You thought to yourself as your eyes instinctively searched the room around you. Your roommate had come back at some point and was fast  asleep in her bed but, no Jeongin.

You huffed and the thought crossed your mind to go look for him but, what responsibility is he to you? So you pushed him to the very far corners of your mind with a good riddance and went about your day.

You really didn't have any plans so you decided to catch the bus to do a little shopping. Even though you were glad to be alone finally, your eyes kept searching for him. Wondering if he would pop up out of know where, as he does.

After shopping for a while you decided to get food at a local coffee shop. Getting a sandwich and an iced coffee you settle by the window to watch the people pass by. You were oddly growing disappointed as time passed and there was no sign of Jeongin.

Did he come to fuck with me.. then just leave? You rolled your eyes at the infuriating thought.

You spent most of the afternoon in the coffee shop, not really wanting to go back to your dorm yet. But as rain clouds began to form you decided to get back to campus.

Your arms were full of the things you had bought so it was getting difficult to get your keys out of your bag when a sweet familiar voice called your name from down the hall. "Y/n! Here let me help!" Lisa, an acquaintance you met in one of your classes who just so happened to live in the same building as you jogged over to you.

"Oh, thanks so much! I guess I kind of went over board." You laughed softly as she took some of your bags for you. Once you had a free hand you grabbed your key and unlocked your door. Lisa and you were chatting as you both walked in but, you came to a solid stop causing Lisa to bump into you.

On your bed laid Jeongin, he sat up with a shocked grin on his lips. "Took you long enough! I've been here for an hour." Lisa was eyeing him as she peaked around you, "Who is that?" She asked curiously but you were already pushing her out the door. "No one. Thanks for the help!" You slammed the door and turned to face him.

"What the fuck, Jeongin! Why are you still here? I thought I had gotten rid of you." You stood at the end of your bed with your hands on your hips. His dark eyes seemed to run along the lines of your body which made you feel very self conscious. "You know, you're cute when you're mad." Is all he said before hopping off the bed, checking the time on his expensive looking silver watch.

"What are you late for? a car jacking or something?" You watched him as he turned to you, his hair falling into his eyes. "Did that earlier today." He reached out and took a hold of your hand. You weren't entirely sure he was joking about the car jacking, he seemed very nonchalant about it. "You and I are going out. I want to show you what I actually do for fun, besides criminal activities."

Jeongin tilted his head as if he was actually waiting for a reply from you. "I don't think so." You laughed out, amused. Jeongin stepped a bit closer, you could smell his scent. His musky cologne mixed with cigarettes. Why the hell did you like that smell so much. "Come on, I might just surprise you."

When you didn't budge you felt him lace his long fingers through yours. He met your eyes with a deep and sincere stare, "If you go out with me tonight I promise I'll leave you alone, for good." A slight panicked feeling bloomed in your chest but it went away as quickly as it came. "Fine, I'll take you up on that."

You were guessing he would have you both in jail by the end of the night.. that's not what ended up happening but, it was a night you never forgot.

Jeongin didn't give you time to change out of your jeans and light pink top. You still had your hair up in a messy ponytail and your old converses on. At this point you didn't care, you were more curious as to where he was taking you and if you would either end up in jail or murdered by the end of it.

You followed him out of your dorm and down the street to an all black motorcycle. Your eyes went wide and you jerked your hand from his, "oh hell no.. I can't.." you said as you took a few steps back. Jeongin sighed and picked up one of the helmets off of the motorcycle seat. "Y/n, it's perfectly safe. Try it. Don't be so uptight." He offered the helmet to you, that misleading sweet smile painting his features.

With a defeated sigh you took the helmet and put it on, "help me.." you crossed your arms over your chest, the helmet not quite fitting over your chin. Jeongin laughed softly and stepped close, his hands gently maneuvering the helmet so it easily slipped over your head. His eyes staring into yours and this time it was you that couldn't help but stare between his eyes and his lips.

Jeongin gently flipped the visor down over your face, "come on little one." He said before getting on the bike. The sight of him on that made you a little weak in the knees. It took a little bit to get on the bike but you did and you two were off.

You held tight to his waist, gripping onto him as the city passed by in a blur of lights and sounds. Even though it was terrifying at first soon it began to feel freeing. With the wind whipping around you both, his warm body pressed to yours. Soon it felt like you were only on the bike for a few minutes when he came to a stop outside what looked like a very shady and grimy club. He helped you off the bike and you both took your helmets off.

"Hyeoraek." You read the word that was lit up in neon red above a set of concrete stairs leading down below a building. "Blood?" You looked over at Jeongin confused. "Where have you taken me?" He licked his pink lips and held out his hand for you, "Trust me? At least for one night." You felt your hand grasp his before your mind could intervene. What was it about this man that.. that you threw out your common sense to follow him literally anywhere.

He led you down the steps to a door that had a big guy standing by it. He must have known Jeongin because the guy only nodded and opened the door for you both. As soon as the door was open and Jeongin was leading down a dark hallway you could hear the music. Was this a club?

The hard pounding of the beat vibrated in your chest as you finally walked into the main part of the club. It was still dark but, flashing red lights lit up the people drinking and dancing. In front of the sea of bodies you saw a stage where a band was playing heavy rock music. You were in aw of the gothic scenery. The place looked like an old church inside. Jeongin tugged you close, "stay near me." He said in your ear, his hot breath making a shiver run along your spine.

He took you over to the very packed bar to get a drink. He ordered you both a round of shots. You turned up your nose at first, shaking your head in protest. Jeongin simply shrugged and downed two shots in a row. "Guess I'm the only one that's gonna be having fun tonight." He yelled over the music and picked up another shot bringing it to his lips.

you huffed in annoyance and took the shot from him, swallowing it as fast as you could. The burn that followed made you close your eyes tight and shake your head vigorously. "That was disgusting!" You yelled to him, putting your hand on his broad shoulder. Jeongin only laughed at you, "Cute!"

You both glanced at one another, your cheeks feeling hot, not sure if it's from the alcohol or from the way Jeongin was looking at you... as if you were the only woman in the room. He was moving a bit closer to you, leaning into your body a bit more and you honestly thought he might kiss you. His lips grazed your cheek, feeling silky smooth against your skin, "Dance with me?"

You weren't very sure how you were suppose to dance to rock music but you were not about to say no. You let Jeongins tattooed hands pull you out onto the dance floor just as the band switched to a different song, Death of Peace of Mind by Bad Omens. At first you didn't know what to do.. you felt awkward and very self conscious out there surrounded by all these strangers.

Then you felt his warm hands, sliding over your waist, gripping you there. Jeongin pulled you into him, "Just move with me, little one." You felt him move against you, pulling you into him. So you slowly began to move as well. Eventually with the alcohol finally hitting your bloodstream and Jeongin helping you feel more relaxed you began to move your body.

You closed your eyes and let the music sway you anywhere it wanted to go. Jeongins hands were on your body constantly, you felt his hips grind into you slowly. His lips traced the long line of your neck as he danced with you from behind. You never realized music like this could be so sensual.. so freeing.

When you turned around Jeongins eyes looked darker than ever.. he seemed almost feral. His tongue kept peaking out to lick over his bottom lip. You were both sweating a lot after dancing for over an hour. "I'm going to get us some water!" Jeongin said and pecked your cheek softly. That startled you.. he hasn't been soft with you at all.. the entire time you've been interacting with him.

Jeongin hadnt been gone long at all when you felt meaty hands pull you greedily by your hips. You fell into a larger body who seemed to think they had a claim on you all of a sudden. When you pulled away and shook your head as to say no thanks. The man with his slimy looking grin pulled you in again, "Where are you going? Dance with me baby.."

You nearly gagged at the way he gripped your ass hard. You tried your hardest to get away but he was much stronger than you. "Hey! Get your hands off her!" Jeongins voice seemed to carry over the blaring music as he grabbed you to pull you out of the way. Jeongin stepped up to the man until he was nearly nose to nose with him.

You couldn't hear what was being said after that due to the music and people were now gathering around to see what was going on. You grabbed onto Jeongins arm, "Let's just go." He didn't look back at you but took a step back to leave until the idiot that had his nasty hands on you said, "I don't want the bitch anyway." That was the wrong thing to say because without warning Jeongin drew back his hand landing a very hard punch to the man's face. Knocking him to the ground instantly.

A few women screamed at the blood gushing from the man's nose. The goons that were apparently with the man tried coming at Jeongin but he ducked and grabbed your hand to get you out of the way. As you two ran through the crowd a fight broke out amongst some other people.

You two burst through the doors running out into the rain. You were laughing once you finally got to his motorcycle. Jeongin only smiled down at you, pulling you into him as the rain soaked through you both. His hand brushed some rain droplets from your face, staring into your eyes, your lips mere centimeters from his. "Kiss me.." you mumbled to him.

All of your worries disappeared the second his warm, wet lips captured yours. He kissed you hot and heavy. Sucking your bottom lip between his causing you to moan into his now open mouth. "Fuck, y/n.." he breathed into your mouth as he slowly pulled away from you. "Take me home.. now" you did not expect those words to come out of your mouth. Neither did Jeongin, he looked taken aback at first but then he was putting your helmet on. He strapped his on and soon you two were off.. the rain pounding down on you both. It stung as you snaked your arms around his waist to hold on tight.

You could feel his heavy breathing, the muscles in his abdomen tightening as your fingers played with his belt then gripped onto it hard.

It didn't take long at all for Jeongin to get you back to your dorm and in your room. You two barely made it into the room before clothes were being ripped off. This time around he was gentler with you but.. yet... still rough in all the right ways.

Jeongin pulled off your top, gripping handfuls of your breasts. Kissing between the valley there, his teeth scraping over your hot skin. Moans escaping him everytime your fingernails raked across his now bare skin. He kissed and licked up your neck to your lips. Hooking his hands around your thighs lifting you up and your legs wrapping around him instinctively.

Somehow you ended up being tossed onto your bed, you watched as Jeongin undid his belt with one hand as you took your jeans off. "You're fucking perfect." Jeongin purred as he pulled his pants off, belt still in hand. He climbed on the bed, his arms holding most of his weight off of you. You wrapped your arms around his body, feeling his hard muscles move against you and press you into your mattress a little harder when you took his lips with yours.

You could feel his cock hardening through his boxers as he pushed his hips between your legs. He pulled back breaking the kiss momentarily, "Trust me?" He asked breathlessly. His eyes boring into yours.. there was something in those pretty eyes of his that you couldn't quite put your finger on.

"Yes.." you whispered softly against his lips.

Jeongin sat back on his knees, "give me your hands." His voice was husky.. deeper than before. You did as he asked and placed your hands in his open palms. Jeongin wrapped his belt around your wrists, binding them together before placing them above your head. He secured the remaining loose ends of the belt to your headboard.

You never liked to not be in control but, as you allowed Jeongin to take full control in this moment you were not worried at all. In fact your heart raced with anticipation and you were the most turned on you have ever been. Thank god your panties were black so he couldn't see just how soaked through you were for him.

Your eyes widened in fear and curiosity when you watched Jeongin get off the bed, reach into his discarded pants pocket and retrieve a small pocket knife. "Wh-what are you doing?" You asked, your words coming out a bit shaky. He then removed his boxers.. "I thought you were going to trust me tonight." Is all he said before climbing back onto the bed.

Your mouth ran dry at the sight of him. His body was all hard muscle, tattooed only on his arms and hands. A few deep scars on his thighs. His cock.. it was rock hard, weeping with precum already at the tip. He was veiny and thick. Your clit throbbed at the sight.. you wanted him on you.. inside of you..

"I do trust you... I do." You whispered to him. Your hips lifting up a little, inviting him to take them off. Jeongin smirked, showing his dimples a bit, "Patience, little one. I want to have some fun first." His eyes locked on yours as his brows raised ever so slightly as to ask for permission for whatever he was about to do. You simply nodded in response, not really thinking about it. Your body was doing all the thinking for you.

That's when Jeongin got to work. He lightly placed the dull side of the knife to the skin of your ankle and began to very slowly drag it up your calf. You sucked in a sharp breath at the feel of the cold metal gliding on your over heated skin. He kept dragging it up your inner thigh, stopping short of the dripping mound between your legs. He then did the same on the other leg but this time he didn't stop at your pussy. He kept going. Dragging the knife over your cunt and up your hip. Gliding it seamlessly up to your breasts and through the valley between them.

Jeongin leaned down and kissed your lips softly, distracting you while he slid the blade of the knife between the piece of fabric between the cups of your bra and sliced it open. You pulled back sucking in air as you felt your bra fall off you exposing your hard nipples. He moved down your body, kissing and sucking at your skin.

Jeongin took your nipples one by one into his mouth, sucking harshly. You arched your back up off the bed, feeling him take you between his teeth. "Jeongin..." you moaned his name loudly, not caring if anyone could hear you through the paper thin walls.

You nearly whimpered when he removed his mouth from you. Focusing the knife back into your skin but this time you felt the light prick of the blade near your high. You hissed in pain and looked down at him. He was licking over a very superficial cut he had made. The sight of him flicking his pink tongue over the bleeding wound turned you on so much more.

It shocked you at how he was making you feel. "Are you okay with this?" He said as he looked into your eyes. You nodded your response and lifted your hips up. "More.." you found yourself saying to him. Jeongin then hooked the blade of the knife through your panties and cut them off you, throwing them on the floor somewhere.

You had no clue where the knife went after that because Jeongins mouth was on you. He wasted no time pinning your thighs apart with his hands, spreading your wet lips and sinking his strong tongue deep into your needy hole. You whimpered at the sensation, he stayed there like that, pushing his tongue in and out of you, rubbing your clit with his thumb at the same time.

You tried to pull your hands away, you wanted to touch him so bad. To tug on his hair, to feel the muscles beneath his smooth skin. "Jeongin.. don't stop.. I'm going to cum.. please!" You begged as he moved and suctioned his mouth over your clit, sucking harshly and moving the tip of his tongue in quick circles over your swollen bud.

You were on the brink of coming completely undone. Just then Jeongin pulled away, his mouth making a loud pop as he separated from your pussy. "Delicious.." he purred softly. His mouth and chin were drenched in your slick. "You taste better than I imagined." He admitted before moving between your legs, placing the tip of his throbbing cock at your entrance.

Jeongin rubbed himself between your lips, making himself wet with your juices. "Jeongin.. please.." you whined, your eyes running along his body. "Please what? Say it.." he ordered while he kept rubbing himself over you. He was hard and warm, smooth and rigid all at the same time. "Fuck me.. please fuck me!"

Once those words finally left your mouth Jeongin was inside you. Stretching you with his thick cock, he let out the most beautiful moan. Your name falling from his pretty mouth. "Y/n.." Jeongin began to thrust. Never once taking it slow with you. From the start he pounded into you. His balls slapping against your ass, the bed shifting with his movements.

He leaned over you, resting himself between your thighs fully, the weight of him there was comforting. You cried out feeling that delicious pain he always seemed to give you. Jeongins lips were on you, kissing over your neck then up to your jaw until he was kissing your lips. Sucking and nipping at them, muffling not only your cries of ecstasy but his as well.

He pulled back long enough to say, "bite me, y/n" that request took you by surprised but he was fucking you again, kissing you again. His movements were getting sloppier and you could tell he were on the verge of cumming as well. Just as you were about to let your orgasm take you.. you bit down onto his bottom lip. Jeongin moaned loudly into your mouth. His sloppy thrusts rapidly increasing. You could taste his blood as you kissed, your tongues swirling against one another. Then you could feel him spill deep inside you, cumming as your pussy milked him dry.

He kept kissing you until his movements slowed and then eventually stopped. You both were sweaty and where you stayed connected was a complete mess with your juices and his cum. When he pulled back he had the remnants of his blood and your spit on his mouth. He stared at you for a moment, something passing over his expression before he raised his hand and unbound your wrists.

Jeongin moved off you to lay beside you. He brought your hands down to see your wrists. They were a little raw from you pulling on the leather belt. That's when this man shocked you once again. He kept his eyes on yours as he silently brought each of your wrists to his mouth and kissed over the raw places there.

The only thing in your head at this moment..

That he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen with his swollen and bitten lips, messy hair, and sweaty skin…and…you were 100% fucked...

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[punkeropercyjackson]

🌊Percy Jackson headcanons🌊

Inspo from @jellyfilledeyes !!

🌊Afro-dominican.Monoracial darkskin and super strongfeatured,he literally looks exactly like Poseidon the 'lightskin Percy' crowd is illiterate.Full name Perseo Isadore Jackson

🌊Autistic.He's also literally the protagonist of the neurodivergent abuse victims series,y'all's denial is deeper than the sea

🌊Transfem bigender.Any pronouns + A hoard of neos and was on estrogen for a while but got no surgeries for extra gender fuckery

🌊Afrosolarpunk and knows how to diy things that don't even exist,does activism/charity and goes to riots/protests,is a straightedge and listens to Mcr,Teezo Touchdown,Megan Thee Stallion,Alt Black Era,The Cure and Meet Me @ The Altar

🌊Cut ties with Annabeth by Boo.Percabeth is 'destiny' by virtue of cisheteronormativity and amatonormativity textually and book!Annabeth is a bad person who needs to leave her alone for both their own good's

🌊Weird/niche interests king.She's into obscure podcasts,indie games,underrated cartoons,cult classic movies and non-corny musicals

🌊Was a Warrior Cats and Bubble Guppies kid

🌊Huge Superfam fan.That's why they compared Jason to Clark Kent as a compliment and knows like all the lore

🌊Platonic soulmates by choice in every universe with Nico and Hazel.Them and Nico spent the year gap between Botl and Tlo bonding and in Son Hazel turned them into a trio and Sally legally adopts her like she did Nico.Percy is their eldest brother and pseudo-dad

🌊Super into kidcore as trauma coping and also due to autism

🌊Loves Cotton Candy Bang,double cheeseburgers with loaded fries and blue flan

🌊Queerplatonic best friends with Rachel and their connection came from her being autistic too and never meeting anyone like her before him.She's a trans punk like her too and helped her transition and she basically lives at La Residencia Jackson part time

🌊Sally opened up a family bussiness:Familia Jackson Beach Shack.That's where his money comes from

🌊Except for Nico's chronic pain meds and mobility aids,which he guilttrips Poseidon for

🌊And Hazel gets to live the happy friendfilled childhood he didn't with his help

🌊Lego lover,Animal Crossing and Pokemon understander and Hot Topic hater

🌊Only part of Marvel he cares about is Spiderverse and his favorite Spiderpeople are Hobie Brown and Gwen Stacy because they're too much like her not to be

🌊Nico got him into cozy horror and Hazel got him into MLP(his favorite ponies are Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy and he knows Flutterdash is real and Wendell & Wild is his movie of all time)

🌊Unironically plays Fortnite

🌊His piercings are a standard eyebrow piercing,forward helix on both ears,a spider bite and a tongue ring

🌊Sharks are superior in his opinion

🌊Killed Luke and slowly did a revolution in the greco-roman mythos world with that as what got to ball rolling but it really hit when he killed Zeus a year post Hoo

🌊Supposed to have been Special ED to make friends and school easier but had a such a big meltdown when Sally offered at his 9 years old because his internalized ableism was already so bad and to this day they both regret it and wonder what could've been

🌊Underground shows and parties Percy's beloved

🌊Goes on petty crime sprees for fun and letting frustation out

🌊If Rick wasn't a pussy,his girlfriend would've been a sugary sweet but powerful asf black pastel punk girl who's got the same of sense of humor as him and undooms him from the narrative against everyone's pressured expectations(Ichihime dynamic is perfect for Percy)

[overall-mamori]

CHAPTER 10 SPOILERS AND ANALYSIS

More under the cut

These three lines.. from Romeo, Haru and a log hints to alot of things that I'll just out then in bulletpoints

★Jabberwock is hinted to be a prison(?) for anomolies waiting for a sentence

★now to this Elias, could Elias be Towa?

★Ed means that Towa is basically the heart or controller of the entire Jabberwock area, and all the anomolies will die without him staying in the dorm

★after Ed's lines Towa says something about he shouldn't involve Haru into this.

★but how can Towa know Ed? As far as we've seen so far, Towa has only actually spoken to his fellow housemates and then Ed, but why?

★what if Towa used to be from Obscuary before he moved Jabberwock for his 2nd year? I think that should check out why he talks to Ed this way

★Towa is js acting silly and goofy and loveable for what? Does he want to stay with Haru that much he'll act like another identity?

★Elias is one letter of to Alias which Just means another identity or name, is Towa's real name or demon/non-human name this Elias?

★And Romeo didnt say anything after Haru mentioned Elias, could it be that he's stays to be silent. Does he know something about it but too hesitatent to follow up?

★Towa - could be something other than a ghoul

★And then Rui killing someone that probably got him into Darkwick, or he is the murderer for the One-Eyed Sleeping Beauty murder

★Ed once again drops a damn lore bomb: "you may have forgotten but your body hasnt." He said that as he touches Rui's hood and he flinches/sweatdrops

★Rui killed a real human. Probably a general student, not a ghoul. Atleast we know his kill count is only 1😭(1.5 if you innclude the anomaly tho..)

★when he touched Ms. Takamine(i think that's her name) he didnt let go of her arm, probably or most likely in shock and getting PTSD

★this wasnt in my scratch but the orphanage gang increases yayyy

Back to Ed:

★he's got a power to make mist that will make the inhaler relaxed, comfortable and in euphoria, but it'll will make them pass out. Since it's gas the person can just close their mouth and nose

★on the topic of his gas, Lyca and Rui didnt have to cover their noses and mouths, does the gas not affect ghouls like mesmer matches?

★when MC inhaled it, her thoughts became concerningly messed up, there's spaces in her words THATS IN HER HEAD.

★whats more, Being a vampire makes youa immune to curses so Ed almost convinced MC to let her become one

★"pityful thing. How many times must you and Lyca make the same mistake before you learn?" Does he mean that Lyca is making the mistake of trying to learn to become human and MC trying to get rid of her curse?

★Anyone can use black magic, but finding the perfect spell to summon a demon you can pact with is rare. lot alone Surviving them. Glad to know how actually rare ghouls are More clearly

i had fun, too much fun making this