#word mothafuckin life

[are-we-really-doing-this]

I initially put these two photos next to each other like 'oh boyfriends always gotta go through the same hair evolutions' and then I noticed the lock and chain around Punk's neck and thought for a minute.

They've had the same taste in jewelry too, at some point or another.

[jmdbjk]

Domodachi

Had some stuff going on these past few days but I finally got to watch the most recent RPWP MV: "Domodachi". The symbolism was too literal for me to just let it pass without commenting.

Young person, living his young person life, two innocent boys riding bikes. The Boy on Bike perhaps represents our Namjoon or a version of his journey.

It's dusk. Maybe a little late for young ones to be out. Where are they going?

Drummer dude is not drumming until Boy is even with him, then commences to bang away. The ever-present drumbeat going on in life.

The road turns from a gravel road to a paved road. Gravel road=rural, less sophisticated, simpler life. Paved road=urban, complicated, faster life.

An adult enters the scene and allows Boy to proceed. Younger boy is held back. Coming of age when not ready, immature mind getting swept away into adult spaces and places.

Boy on Bike continues on willingly.

Lyric: "I be slippin thru all kinda bullshit"

Boy rides through some sketchy dark place looking for something familiar and encounters other young people playing a ball and cup game, pass the ball to the other, but the image begins upside down, not really what it seems.

When I saw the cups I thought it was adults drinking until the images turned upright and I saw it was kids.

Lyric: "Ima lead ya to the heaven, play the pipe All my friends wanna get around in 0's (I interpret that as zeros as in lots of zeros behind a dollar sign) All my friends wanna take another pose (I interpret that as "posing" as something they are not)

Kids who might not be who they seem, young people perhaps looking for something more, something they might not be ready for. He is swept away with them.

Boy is thrust into a swirling confusion of adults pointing in all different directions. Boy is confused, doesn't know what to do.

A hand comes out of nowhere and snatches him out of the confusion.

A benign guide. Someone of similar age that guides Boy past the chaotic and slightly violent version of the world he finds himself in. Shows him the way to safety through a tunnel.

Lyrics: "We're all friends, let's dance here (I'll dance right now)"

But then Boy's world turns into some rat-race train-wreck nightmare. He's overwhelmed amongst the adults putting pressure on him from all sides.

Lyrics (Little Simz rap): "Watch I'ma go all out for my hitta I already told them I'm a gorilla Simz and RM, man it don't get bigger"

All those lines COULD rhyme with the obvious word instead of "hitta" if it was a western rapper's song. But a deliberate choice was made here. That's my take on that.

The train enters a tunnel and it gets dark, slam on the brakes, time to slow this train down and try to get control but it all crashes.

I did snort-laugh when I saw this train driver/person, Namjoon said "fuck you mothafuckin asshole Korail dipshit who shared personal info."

The train crashes and the eye of the lurking monster is there searching for its next victim.

The friend appears again to guide him away.

I think the benign friend of same age is himself. His wits, his will, his mind. He climbs the fence, not a difficult barrier to overcome. He's still able to be on both sides.

He exits the dark place, back to his previous life. His young friend is waiting. But when he gets there, Boy realizes he cannot go back.

He has lived too much, seen too much. He can't go back to where he was before. Sad but true. Innocence stripped away. He stops just short of the gravel road and turns around and leaves behind his youth and innocence.

That's what I got out of it from the second watch of this MV. After that second time, I also realized how prescient this is because of all the bullshit going on over at the Hybe building: "Mothafuckas wanna bigger growl, motherfuckas wanna take control... "

Anyway.

FESTA!!!!! BEAR HUGS FROM JIN!!!!! Oh wait, sorry, "light" hugs from Jin. He doesn't want to accidentally crush any ARMYs with his gigantic arms.

[helloiamadrawer]

Class 1A Boys + music they listen to (PART 2)

There's always that ONE person who is like a parent when it comes to his whole class and music making sure it's "school appropriate" and that would be no other than the class rep, Iida.

Has a playlist for literally his life routine lol (study, relaxing, outings, running in the rain in his retro raincoat 😂,etc.). I feel like he would listen to like 90's music, classic rock (his fav artist is Foo Fighters for sure) he doesn't mind playing his stuff every now and then but he's busy most of the time preparing for class. nerd lol.

May sound shocking but he likes SOME rap but it's all old school rap/hip-hop like Biggie, Ice T, Usher, MC Hammer but he only listens to it outside of U.A though because he doesn't want "taint his image of class rep". He tried trying new school rap and..let's say he'll just stay where he is (he almost got hurt BUT that's for another story!)

The only classmate that is so chill with almost every genre of music is Sero. Even songs in different languages and more exotic genres like nudisco, jazzfunk, and french house (which are his favorites, cause it's a rarity he cherishes). He would play japanese funk while he drives down the road JUST for the ✨aesthetic✨ (future au idea). Dua Lipa, Kali Uchis, Doja Cat, Rosalia, JIAFEI just any other artist that sings in another language other than english he'll know. And he sings it so well but has no idea what a lick of it means well except for japanese.

Is not scared of talking about it to any of his classmates and actually persuading them to give it a try or if he plays it on his bluetooth speaker before class starts and then one of his classmates asks him the next day for ex: Tokoyami asks him "Hey Sero, what was that techo like song were you playing yesterday, for some reason it's in my head." and then the tape boi will go through his recently played songs from yesterday (he's a yt music kinda guy tbh). Then basically almost everybody is interested in what he has in store next

In other words he's the one who always brings his speaker to class but is respectful and plays it before class even starts, he's an early bird.

Denki, is the twin of Sero cool with any kind of music but leans more into the weebcore/rap category. He most likely will play weeb music in his dorm room, the usual anime openings and ending theme songs with a dorky smile on his face humming along while reading manga.

Is the aux cord GOD, will never disappoint the Bakusquad with any music he plays in the car he'll play some Marshmello and everyone would get littt🔥🔥🔥 or some nostalgic jpop to sing awfully off tune to to piss off Bakugo ofc.

Fun Fact: The whole Bakusquad got kicked out of his car at least five times singing terribly lmaooooo

(!!I'M WRITING THIS HEADCANON BEFORE THE TRAITOR ERA HE HAD!!)⬇️

💅Voguing king✨ that's the title Yuga Aoyama gives himself when his headphones are filled with the sounds of VOGUE EDITS IM SORRY HE SERVES CUNT ISTG GO LOOK AT HIS HERO COSTUME UGHHHH 😫 he even putson fashion shows with the Class A Girls 🥺🥺 *imagines him voguing to this 1 hour playlist of just phonk/runway music cause I can*

He is also very bold at expressing his love for future funk obsession, his peers don't mind it at all..well, ONE person *cough cough bakugo*. ⬇️

Totally applies his makeup (generally eyeliner cause he has the ✨prettiest✨ eyes, fight me 🤪)to either one of those two categories imo (he gives me when i suddenly want to try runway eyeliner makeup😭 -cries in non fem queen-)

BEST FOR LAST MOTHAFUCKIN' BAKUGO AND KIRISHIMA aka BakuKiri or KiriBaku (shoutout to the shippers for that pair✌️) 💥🤟

Heavy Metal/Death Metal for Bakugo

NEFFEX, Rock and workout tunes for Kirishima

Five Finger Death Punchis literally Boom Boom Boi's fav and Kiri is in the car just vibing and just not minding it at all knowing it's his way of relieving stress from work plus it's manly sounding anyway to him as well so whatever makes him happy ❤️

Psst..come here..*whispers in your ear* Bakugo gets with Tokoyami for secret thrashing sessions sometimes 🤫

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT THEY DON'T! THE DARK OVERLORD AND THE ANGRY POMERANIAN THRASHING TOGETHER LMAOO AND THEN KIRI JOINS IN LATER AND THEN THE WHOLE BAKUSQUAD LMAOAOAO

Now Kiri goes to the gym pumping iron to some Neffex is a must for him that's his whole workout niche but anywhere his workout playlist goes who knows?

Has a whole thrash playlist as well go figs

Disco on the treadmill? yes please

Dubstep while throwing around that heavy ass rope? yessir yessir

At the end of the day he's chillin' to some chillstep while laying on his bed after a shower, resting to recharge for the next day

MIneta...yeahhhh dont give him the aux cord..just don't trust him

Imma just say one word that he would blare on someone speaker

Cupcakke

That is all..so hide yo aux cords or don't bring it at all and just stick to the radio

[donnydamakkk]

What are your unpopular opinions on any/all of the BAU women?

(i saw the word unpopular after so i jus gave general opinions shdgsdjdsdk sorry but some of it is prolly unpopular anyway)

jennifer jareau is the apple of my mothafuckin eye fr. the literal love of my life. i am so serious when i say every blonde woman that i have ever found attractive needs to bow down before her (n samantha stephens) n kiss the mothafuckin ring. she is so slept on n i feel like people don't really understand or appreciate the many layers of her. i feel like she's so widely misunderstood. tbh people's takes on her tend to make my eye twitch real bad. as beautiful as she is, i feel like "soft", beautiful looks contribute a lot to her massive mischaracterization. except rosie's; she understands jj, she gets it. but for the most part, i dont feel like people should b allowed to speak on her bcus they're prolly wrong. (also butch jj is the best hc ever, but we all know i feel that way)

i really love emily prentiss, i do. she's intelligent, soulful, goofy in a way that doesn't feel ridiculous or stupid (contrary to a lot of fanon portrayal) but i mostly feel like that about early seasons emily. the more she left n returned, the less it seemed like the writing for her character was true to her n it started to feel bland. i often ask myself in later seasons where her personality went bcus at a some point she jus feels kinda blank n like shes there for fan service. it isn't emily's fault tho; it's all the writers. i love emily tho. also i hc her as bisexual now bcus idk i feel like u would have to swing from multiple vines to participate in sin to win; i can see her being w women n men equally as far as sex goes but being more likely to fall in love w women but sometimes she'll fall in love w a man n b like, well shit... ok n rockin w it but yes, shes a bi babe. i have also concluded that homegirl has a type n jj would b the exception to her rule/type bcus emily is def robert deniro (iyyk). anyway....

no one is allowed to hate elle greenaway, alright? as much as i do love gideon, everything that went wrong elle is his n hotch's fault n i mean that wholeheartedly. anyway, she was a cool as a fan w ice in it, bruh. i b missing her so much. also, i was proud of her when she shot that serial rapist; he was never gon stop offending. she did the right thing.

jordan todd was such a sweet, sensitive baby but she was functional n driven n i like that. she's also flirty. i like that too. idk man. i loved her so much, and ya know, i really loved her for really highlighting all the work jj does and reminding them all to like really appreciate her. she was a great temp; i hope she's happy somewhere. also i will never not scream about this but HER AND EMILY PRENTISS GOT NASTY n i would like to see it (:

i didn't enjoy ashley seaver or her arc. contrary to popular belief, it isn't bcus she replaced jj. it's bcus shes the only team member they've ever had that was there without any actual professional merit. girl wasnt even finished w the academy, and i, for one, did not enjoy watching what was essentially an internship. also she was boring so.

i like penelope garcia a lot; she's fun n she's sweet. i would like to write for her more but i find it difficult bcus she doesn't feel like a real person to me. which is like not to say i haven't met people like her bcus i have but whenever i do, it's kinda jarring n i always feel like i jus hallucinated. also my view of emotions is... yeah. so, there are times where she's kinda paralyzed w emotions that grind me a bit bcus idk i kinda feel like if ur emotions aren't servicing u in that moment then u needa jus suck it up n deal w them later, u not getting nowhere if u crying to much to function n then u still have this problem; so suck it up n deal w the problem n cry later n she has to b reminded of that often which again grinds me a bit but thats a me thing. i dont hold that against PG but it's jus sumn that we are not compatible on n that's fine. also i love love love love love love her n her dynamic w morgan ofc but some of the nicknames she calls him makes me personally uncomfortable as a black person but i mean hey... also, evolution was a disgusting disservice to her character n she deserves to b happy n at peace w her life away from the bau; she coulda came back without getting sucked back into a job that was messing her up mentally. she deserves better

i don't really have an opinion of kate callahan. i don't like her. i don't dislike her. i simply did not connect to her at all; also s10 wasn't a strong season fr so that ain't even really her fault. i do like that scene w her n my jocks on the plane tho. i like jennifer love hewitt tho (maddie buckley is that bitch fr). she b cool in stuff.

alex blake, my beloved fr; she calms me. i love that. i really really really loved her on the team; i loved how that version of the team functioned so much. it's one of, if not my favorite version of the team. she is the best (later seasons) replacement character hands down. god, i loved everything about her. literally everything about her. i fr don't have any notes, 11/10 fr. i miss her terribly. i would also let her do unspeakable things to my body so long as she talks me thru it n i know she would. anyway, i hope she's happy teaching n living her life <3

okay don't jump me but like the v worst thing any show could do to me w any character is introduce them w terrible hair. it's shallow as fuck, i will admit that but if that's how i first meet them? baby! i will never get over it, i will never unsee it n it will impact my ability to consume that character moving forward. that to say n i do hate to say it but tara lewis is a character who has fallen victim to this. they shoulda never introduced her in that fuckass wig. it pisses me off jus thinkin about it n she was in it for a while so as shallow n terrible as it is, it affected my connection to her. but it is what it is, im not apologizing for it. also, she has the horrific misfortune of being introduced in the late late late seasons when for the most part they wasn't even trying in the writers room fr, which sucks. bcus im gonna b particularly honest here, i dont feel a thing for her or luke. i like matt bcus i watched beyond borders n bcus i mentally connect him to jj as her male tethered. i also, so sorry, don't care that she's queer; i don't like how that whole thing was written. it didn't do shit for me at all. really, in conclusion, tara lewis is a victim to criminal minds writing team n costume department. so justice for tara!! but no yea she not my homie or nothin like that; i don't hate her tho.

[nsfwhiphop]

(The Second Draft Version) Incoming Text for AZ (@quietazmoney) and Taz Williams and CatDaGreat (@iamcatdagreat):

Hey AZ, Taz & Cat,

I saw your message saying: "You ain't said one mothafuckin' thing I want to hear."

I get it. I know it's been a minute since I checked in with y'all, but cut me some slack—I’m out here fighting a war for independence. In case you didn’t know.

While y'all are partying it up in Vegas, I’m on the battlefield, dodging bullets from white supremacists who’d love to see me buried. So yeah, forgive me if I forget to give y'all updates. My mind's on a whole different level, dealing with things you probably can’t even imagine.

It’s like you all forget—I’m supposed to be dead right now. The only thing keeping me alive is my gun. I always stay strapped, just in case they try something. It’s kill or be killed. That’s my reality every day.

Also, I remember writing a letter to Gabrielle Union back in July or August on my Tumblr—I forget exactly when. I specifically told her to team up with AZ and Taz if she needs a solid crew to hold her down. I meant every word of that because I know y’all are real, and you’d have her back no matter what. Gabrielle is our sister, so it's only right I connect her with the ones I trust.

We’re in a war for survival, whether you see it or not. This apocalypse we’re living through ain’t some movie—it’s real life. The world’s losing its damn mind. Have you even watched the news lately? Pandemics, economic crises, wars, shootings—you gotta stay woke.

I’m telling you now, invest in some guns. You don’t know when you’ll need one for self-defense.

Look, they’re trying to paint Trump as the villain, but he’s actually on Team Jesus. The other side? They're Team Anti-Christ.

American politics is split between two sides:

Trump and Elon — Team Jesus.

Kamala Harris — A puppet of the Anti-Christ.

Yeah, they say Trump’s a racist and a bigot, but he’s the only one on the right side—Team Jesus. Same with Vladimir Putin. They’re resisting the Anti-Christ regime, plain and simple. The European Union is with us, too—Team Jesus.

Ever wonder why they shot Trump twice in two months? Because he’s Team Jesus, standing up against the Anti-Christ. I call them the "Evil Regime," but if I’m being real, they’re the Anti-Christ regime.

This is the Apocalypse, and I suggest you crack open your bibles and wake the f*ck up.

Trump’s the best friend the Christian community has. Kamala Harris? She couldn’t care less. She’s just pushing the Anti-Christ's agenda for her four years in office like a puppet.

I live in Europe, and over here, we’re safe in the Christian army’s territory. But back in the U.S.? Y’all are in the middle of a Civil War—Team Jesus vs. Team Anti-Christ.

So, get yourself some guns and prepare to defend yourself against the Anti-Christ forces in America.

I could go on about the Anti-Christ, but some secrets are only for AREA 51 gang members. I'm one of the lucky ones, and I don’t share my knowledge with just anyone. But I’m sharing this with you because I listened to AZ's music as a teenager, and I know he's a believer. So here’s your wake-up call, bro. It's the apocalypse—get strapped and be ready. It's kill or be killed.

And you know why Diddy's being dragged through the mud right now? Not because of his freaky parties—plenty of people in Hollywood are into worse, and they walk free. No, it’s because he didn’t bow down to the Anti-Christ regime. He stayed true to his Christian faith, and they’re crucifying him for it, just like in John Wick when they excommunicate him. That’s what they did to Diddy.

Ask Diddy, “Did they come for your faith? Did the Anti-Christ team ask you to abandon your beliefs?” And I guarantee Diddy will confirm with a, “YES, THEY DID!”

Same thing with R. Kelly. Yeah, he’s done some wild stuff, but they excommunicated him because he refused to abandon his Christian faith. Now he’s sitting in jail for it. Diddy’s next if they get their way.

When will y’all realize this is the apocalypse? Get your guns, go rogue, and if you need to, head to Ethiopia. The Ethiopian government will protect Christians. It’s Team Jesus over there, and they’ll defend you with their army. You can buy a house cheap, live in peace, and not have to worry about being persecuted for your faith.

That’s my advice to any Christians being targeted back in the States.

That’s all I had to say. You can read more on my blogs—I write every day about everything.

Take care, my friends, and I hope y’all survive this apocalypse.

Your virtual friend, Angelo.

P.S.:

Synopsis of the Letter:

The letter is a message from Angelo to his friends AZ, Taz, and Cat, explaining why he hasn't kept in touch. Angelo reveals that he’s been preoccupied with fighting a war for survival and independence, while they’ve been enjoying life. He stresses that they are living in apocalyptic times, where politics, pandemics, and violence are signs of the world spiraling out of control.

Angelo emphasizes his belief that American politics is divided into two sides: Trump and Elon Musk representing "Team Jesus," while Kamala Harris is a puppet for the "Anti-Christ." He urges his friends to stay armed and be prepared for self-defense, claiming that celebrities like Diddy and R. Kelly have been persecuted for staying true to their Christian faith.

He advises them to seek refuge in Ethiopia, where Christians can be protected by the Ethiopian government. The letter closes with Angelo encouraging his friends to "wake up" and survive the apocalypse, while also inviting them to follow his blogs for more insights.

[x-heesy]

Thanks lord for musick

I'm a Six Six Six

Triple six'n mother fucka

Demons coming

Try to touch me

Try to pull me under

Think that you could run up

I don't think that you

Could touch us

Pussy you a sinner

I'm a motha fuckin' lover

Yuh yuh

I'm shooting hollow tips

Up at yo crucifix

Cuz I love shooting shit

I think I'm losing it

That Lucy loosening my grip

Don't talk that stupid shit

I choke you straight to sleep

I hide yo body limp

You wake up drippin'

From the wrist

Aye fuck

This shit

You'd look better in a noose bitch

Think of the things

You would achieve

If you just

Shut yo loose lips

Useless

Be the mothafuckas that criticize The new shit

Proving that you're nothing

But a mothafuckin' nuisance

Creepin up outta gutter

I mutter the curse

Of the demons

I see em

Comin up under the graves of the One that stay on they team and

I tried to reach your fuckin god

But he never respond

Tell me why the fuck the devil Answer every knock

Hear these words

Hear my cry

Spirit from the other side

Come to me I summon thee

Cross now the great divide

Aye

Demon bless

From the kiss of death

And I'm boutta take the life

Of anyone left

Summon the darkness to

Vanquish my madness

The wickedly spirit has

Made its appearance

Demon shit

Wrists slit

Neck bit

What is this

Insidious bliss

In the abyss

Your eyes roll back into

Your fucking skull

Aye yuh

Imma blow my brains out

On these fucking walls

Aye yuh

The daemon says it takes it all

Aye yuh

It approaches with

The backwards crawl

Aye yuh

You see the devil in my eyes

Compromise

Any fucking ties

To that sucka life

On this planet he will never rise

I might catch on fire

Fuck yo god

Never lovin/ yall

I'm gon cock it back

Let it bang

To the mirror yah yah

I got four four fah

Bout to gun you down

Yeah that One Eight Seven

All up in my town

Gonna fold you up

Put you in the ground

Ain't gon make no noise

Ain't gon make a sound

I stare into the devils eyes

For the very last time

Of my fucking life

Of my fucking life

I break out from the void

Rip the fibers from reality

I'm bursting at the seams

Come face first to brutality

Ouija by lil sleepy, Warlord Colossus, SXMPRA, Saliva Grey @len0r @kattywompuss @bigbonzo @necro69mancer

[livelovesimallways]

"The Weekend...." Pt. 2

(Previous)

When Sean decided to barge his way in here, the last thing I expected was for things between us to end up how they started. Although it may not seem like it, sleeping with my sister’s man was something I never thought I was capable of. I swear if he was anybody else, this wouldn’t be happening. But he’s not, and that’s a choice I have to live with. From the outside looking in, it seems like I’m a villain…A jealous, bitter, hater that’s hell bent on ruining her sister’s relationship. In reality, I’m not. Our history goes much deeper than anyone could imagine. Dana thinks I met Sean when she first introduced him. The truth is, I knew him before they laid eyes on each other.

We met at a small “get together” during my freshman year in college. He was there celebrating our school’s first March Madness Playoff victory since he once played. Initially I figured he came over to secure his, "Ho" for the night, so I casually brushed him off. His tune changed real quick after that, with him trying to assure me that wasn't the case. I let it slide and after a nice conversation, we exchanged numbers. To be honest, I didn’t expect much to come from it…Dana always told me that men like him were not going to give me the relationship I wanted. But shit, in the weeks following, that man swept me off my feet. Even though he asked me to keep everything private, I never felt like a secret. We spent that summer vacationing all over…From Sunlit Tides to Monte Vista, we went everywhere. He made damn good use of that NBA contract. Sean was it for me. He was my first real situation and what felt like my first love. Things were great until he started pulling away. Soon after that he told me we were done. I was hurt, but thankfully had school to keep me distracted. I stayed on campus most of my sophomore year, including winter and spring break. Going home consisted of Dana gushing over her new Boo and that was something I couldn’t handle. As the school year ended, they finally decided they were ready to go public. After all, it was his birthday and what’s a lavish party without a trophy standing by your side? She wanted me to meet him first so I reluctantly came home. As she was ready to leave he popped in to say hello. Humph, I tried so hard to hide the shock, embarrassment, and disgust from my face when I realized who was extending his hand. I swear, Sean had some mothafuckin nerve. Unfazed though, he continued as if he never knew me. Everything happened so fast that I could barely get a word out and before I knew it, they were gone. He eventually tried to explain, claiming that he didn't know we were sisters until earlier that day. Although it was believable with Dana's over protectiveness, absence on social media, and the fact that I hated talking about my family, the entire situation didn't sit right with me. I didn't know how to or if telling Dana was a good idea so I left it alone. Seeing them together hurt, especially with the way Sean ended things. But with school creating a nice distance, I was able to move on.

Everything was good. I had my life and they had theirs. Although Sean's place was our new home, I managed to keep myself separate from them for a while. But once they started having problems, humph, shit got messy. After arguments he came to me. It went from venting, to apologizing, to having regrets, to making his way to my bed. It's been three years since we first crossed that line. I don't get any joy from doing this behind my sisters back. And like I said, if he was anyone else. I fell in love with Sean first and as much as I tried to forget him, it never worked. Yesterday he finally admitted what I knew all these years...He loves me too. With Dana on verge of leaving, I don't know what will happen between us. One thing's for sure though...I'm about to put this lingerie set to good use.

"Well damn, you were just sleeping." *walking up closer* "You know, you don't have to get dressed. Security stays upstairs and outside."

"I know...I ain't worried about them."

"Okay?...Then why are you getting dressed? You leavin?"

"I don't want to but..."

"Then don't. If you turn around you'll have a good reason to stay."

It was impossible for him to hide his excitement when he saw what I had on. His smile, his dimples and his beat red face told me everything I needed to know. He was just as enamored as I was. Regardless of any conflicting feelings he had, there was no denying how he felt about me. I gave him a kiss that led to his hands planted firmly on his favorite spot. Shit, he needed that reminder. As things were progressing, with me unbuckling his pants, his phone started ringing. He ignored it, but after getting a text, he gave up, slowly pulling away.

"Just put it on silent Boo..." I said, gently stroking his dick.

"You know I can't..." *moves my hand*

"This is so fuckin stupid! Its only been two days since she found out about Julia and she's already calling. And you?...You don't make any sense! You finally admit that you love me but now you're doing this? You ain't have a problem fuckin me all over this room. What Changed?"

*Briefly closed his eyes* "I don't wanna hurt you Dee..."

"Well, it's too fuckin late for that! I don't get it. What happened to all your regrets? How you wish it was me? How long you've been in love with me? Be a man and stand on that shit! Dana will be fine, its not like you've been the best to her anyway. I can be your secret until you're ready. I clearly don't have a problem with it. Hell, you can keep doing your thing on the side too. Bitches like Julia don't scare me because you know where home is."

"Look, I would love nothing more than to have that with you but I can't. It's too risky and you know it. I'm a starter now and I'm trying to secure my biggest contract yet. That shit is gonna change my life, Dee. If it got out that we're together, it would be over. Controversy only works on tv and social media. I'm sorry."

"You always say that, yet you've risked it all every time we messed around. Moses knows. He hates me and definitely wasn't okay with it. What if he let it slip?" I said, as his phone rang again. "Oh my god, is she stalking you now?"

"No. She's waiting for me. I already talked to her when you were in the shower."

"So that's it? You're ready to spend the rest of your life with someone you barely love?"

"Don't do that. I never said no shit like that and you know it. You really think I put damn near six years into this without truly loving her? Come on now. She may not be the ideal choice, but it works. We can't always get what we want." *looks at his phone* "I gotta go. And yeah, about this...It ain't happening again. I fucked up, I'm sorry."

I hoped he'd turned around and realize the mistake he was making. Humph, but once that front door closed, I knew he wasn't coming back.

Just like the end of summer, freshman year, I was left heartbroken by his ass. I had been suppressing a lot while we went back and forth, only to have it all resurface yesterday. This love shit really feels different when its reciprocated...Damn it's not fair. After crying my eyes out, I grew angry. How does he get to play in our faces like this? I know I was wrong, but him?? I can't do these mental gymnastics again. I don't want to lose my sister but at this point it's gone too far. He did say "we all can't get what we want". She needs to know and he needs to pay. I'll find the right time to do it...Definitely before their wedding. Since I can't talk to anyone about him, music usually helps calm me down.

"Alexa, play Kill Bill by Sza..."

To Be Continued.......

Next

[wordymcnerdy]

Attn Warrior Nun fandom writers! I was fleshing out some post-season 2 headcanons for a one-shot last week and accidentally stumbled into the set up for a whole other fic I can’t stop thinking about but am never going to write myself, so Ima just go ahead and drop it here in the frailest hope that some lovely, talented soul might be inspired to run with it and make my dreams come true:

So here it goes. 

We begin with Lilith. By the end of the season she's effectively burned all of her bridges in service of a master who was eviscerated in front of her, and in the immediate aftermath she seems to be experiencing some capital R Remorse about that - helping Bea to save Ava, watching Avatrice say goodbye, hoping when she and Bea meet next they'll be back on the same side, etc. Where does she go from there? I like to imagine she goes full Angel (in the Buffyverse way, not in the religious way) and takes her penance to the streets. In a cruelly ironic twist, she's now effectively performing the duties of the halo-bearer - utilizing her truesight along with her OCS training to track down the remaining wraith demons and punch them out of the possessed and straight back to hell - except of course that it doesn't feel remotely like fulfilling a lifelong destiny. There's no honor in it, she's just flailing desperately to try and make up for some of what she's done, and to finally do right by Ava. So there she is, out punching the shit out of some wraith demons, when who should wander into her path all full of wraith demon in need of punching?

Bitch, you know it's ya girl SHOTGUN MOTHAFUCKIN MARYYYY!

(Come on, y'all, duh she's alive. Vincent told Lilith Mary's dead like 10 whole minutes after telling her she was alive to save his ass and manipulate her into a trap, and now we're gonna take the fucker at his word? Sure, Jan.) (Yes, I'm aware of the BTS stuff at play, and maybe Toya never wants to go back, I'm just saying, the WN team could not have left that door open wider for her in case she ever does. No body, no proof, no details, just the word of one lying, manipulative sack o' dicks? Be serious now.)

So Lilith frees Mary of her demon and then takes care of her while she recovers. Mary's done some shit while she was possessed and has some guilt of her own to work through, so they trauma-bond, and now it’s really on because we’ve got us a kick-ass demon-fighting duo. Neither of them feels right about returning to the church - especially not with Father Sack-o-Dicks back wandering the Cradle like he didn’t fully murder Shannon, spend the entire first season gaslighting them about it, and then proceed to spend the whole next season attacking, endangering and otherwise fucking with them - but they're sure as shit not gonna stop fighting.

Smash!Cut to that final shot in the epilogue of the finale. Beatrice smiles as she walks away from the OCS, presumably to do what Ava told her and go live her life. I've seen a lot of different theories on what flavor of fluffy lil Eat Pray Love travel/adventure/vacation she's headed off on, and those are all super fun, but for me, man... I feel like that's what Ava would do, not what Beatrice would do. Ava’s loosened her up at bit, sure, but she's still Bea, or at least I still want her to 😏 Bea. (I'm SO sorry about that, I swear it just snuck up on me) We clearly see Beatrice struggling internally all season, and I actually don't think that has anything to do with her feelings for Ava. I think Adriel and Vincent took a fucking wrecking ball to the whole foundation of this mission Beatrice had dedicated her life to. If anything, Ava coming along when she does makes things easier, because it gives Bea something clear and tangible to fight for, but now with her gone, she has to finally reckon with what it is she's doing with her life. Again, there are good arguments to be made for any number of directions that reckoning could take, but I'd like to believe that when the dust settles she's going to find that she hasn't actually lost any of her faith, or her dedication to the fight. She’s still our Bea. She just needs to break from the constraints of these institutions she's at best begun to question and perhaps even become disillusioned with. She needs autonomy, and a new path. And I mean, you’re starting to see where I'm going with this, right? Beatrice can't contain her smile as she exits the Cradle, not because of what she's leaving, but because of what she's running toward - freedom, and her sisters.

TL;DR - in the aftermath of season two, an elite team of tactical former-nuns comes together to fight against evil and for each other.

Lilith

Mary

Beatrice

They are

Birds of Pray

Please please please somebody write it I'm so serious about this!

PS How psyched is Ava gonna be to join them when she gets back?

PPS Obviously I want Camila in here too. But also I’m kind of into the potential for conflict with her taking on more responsibility within the OCS but also feeling hurt/abandoned when she find out everyone’s hanging out without her?

PPS Just spitballing here but hey maybe Jillian Salvius would be interested in employing their services to take down Kristian or undo some of the harm he did with her money or whatever, and ya know, if that were to lead to her joining the team in an Oracle-esque capacity? That could be cool. And if perhaps in time she wanted to work on getting field-trained as well... idunno, maybe Lilith specifically would be interested in training her... (hey! stop looking at me like that! those two had an *energy*, okay? I cannot be the only one who noticed!)

[shhuuga]

✧ MEGAN THE MOTHAFUCKIN' STALLION!

no r-wording or incest, stepcest is allowed no crazy age gaps and no race play.. pretty easy to follow.

now, some things that should be common sense, but aren't, apparently. please, do not ask me if a fic is done yet or if I'm working on it. I have a life outside of Tumblr and being rushed to finish or even start projects makes me not want to do them at all. next, do not ask for information on me or others that is not public!

[aliceisinchains]

Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment Would you capture it or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come outHe's chokin, how everybody's jokin now The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah! Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked He's so mad, but he won't give up that Easy, no He won't have it , he knows his whole back's to these ropes It don't matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so stacked that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's Back to the lab again yo This whole rap shit He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortem It only grows harder, only grows hotter He blows us all over these hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter Lonely roads, God only knows He's grown farther from home, he's no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose dove and sold nada So the soap opera is told and unfolds I suppose it's old partna', but the beat goes on Da da dum da dum da da

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the fact That I can't get by with my 9 to 5 And I can't provide the right type of life for my family Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus See dishonor caught up between being a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama's screamin on and Too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another day of monotony Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go I cannot grow old in Salem's lot So here I go is my shot. Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

[back2bluesidex]

"Forever?"

"Forever"

THIS IS FOREVER MY MOTHAFUCKIN FAVORITE FIC, I WAS BAWLING WHEN IT ENDED, SUCH SWEET MEMEORIES WITH THIS FIC FOR ME OVER THE YEAR, I CAN SERIOUSLY REMEMBER FALLING IN LOVE AND THEN ONE DAY ACTUALLY FALLING IN LOVE WITH U WHEN A UPDATE WAS MADE WHEN I WAS PULLING AN ALL NIGHTER FOR A EXAM AND A UPDATE DROPPED AND I WAS THANKFUL AS EVER AND THATS WHEN I BECAME OBSESSED!

seriously though, this is such a heart breaking moment🤧, wishing you best in life..

Until we meet again..

Sra💕

SRAA!! HOW ARE YOU!? I MISSED YA!!!

Thanks for being one of the most engaged readers of WDBHG! your enthusiasm made the thrill of the story ten times more. It's heart-breaking for me too. letting our dilf hobi go is indeed one of the toughest things to do but I am glad that this series has gained your love and support.

thank you for holding it on through the process. thanks for your kind words. I love you too. a lot actually. you are very precious to me. 💕💕

[melye1981]

Haha Facebook Sucks Ballzzzz

Alright, I got kicked off FB for a week for saying someone was a bitch and tellin' her to sit the fuck down, and shut the fuck up. WOW Facebook and YouTube are getting fuckin' ridiculous. Closed Captions on YouTube blanks out the swear words and Facebook gets all bent over someone being called a bitch. Stupid as fuck. I don't know about you, but I'm sick and fuckin' tired of being treated like a mothafuckin' child on social media. "Watch your mouth now, kids, you might hurt someone's feelers, n then we gotta put you in FB jail or ban you from YouTube. You're in time out"... Might as well slap my hand and say "no no" to me. Fuck. Tired of that shit. Since when are we a spineless nation of fuck tards who shit themselves over vulgar language and freedom of speech?? Oh my, we've evolved into a bunch of tattle tales and whiny bitches! Those kindsa people need to grow the fuck up. People are gonna speak truth, people are gonna get argumentative on social media, just as in real life. Hey, you 42 year old person, go sit in time out for speaking your mind. You just offended someone and they cried. Mannnn what the fuck? I'm a free-spirited Aquarius. You ain't censorin' me, God dammit! I don't give a fuck how many times I get banned on social media, I'mma stay me, I'mma speak my mind, vulgar language included, and if someone gets their feelers hurt, I don't really give a shit. I ain't no bakery, so you ain't gettin' nothin' sugar coated from me, my nizzle. Grow a backbone and quit whinin' over words... Damn...

[ohheyitsrikkij]

Untitled

I just had a dream that I woke up from a nightmare

In the dream inside the dream I lost my way and then I got scared

Looked around in the darkness

And I saw this weird thing hit the beam of my mothafuckin flashlight

It looked a little like a distant memory that I stored somewhere in a filing cabinet I've established

Whilst seated in my royal ass

Goddamn it's good to be the king

Inside my head

Where everything and everyone is dead

A graveyard

All the memories of people I've loved and those I've once held in my tiny fragile arms and if my itty bitty hands were bigger may be I could Trump all of these problems I keep stuffin in bottoms of bottles of various unhealthy coping mechanisms I have come to establish

So bitch, pass me a forty and hand me a dab, imma drink that, smoke that then see how I feel

I learned that music is more about the percussion than the lyrics that you say, bro it's the music that's emotional

You ever have something you want to say but the words you formulate get fucked inside your brain?

So real quick hear me out, learn a motherfucking instrument, but put your soul into don't just play it for ten minutes and then decide that's its too difficult and you don't like the ridicule because even if you became the best you'd still think you were shit

Man fuck that.

Whatever you are own it

It doesn't matter if you're my friend, a stupid cunt or my opponent

just own it seriously I'm not trying to preach I'm just saying there's more to life than just how you're perceived

So hold on a fuckin second and just gimme one more minute cuz I drank threw beers before writing this and my heart is fucking open so to anyone who doesn't receive the love they think they're owed listen for second for some stuff I think you'll wanna know

Hold up

Lemme catch my breathe

The only love that you deserve is someone who sees you as perfect

Of course I don't mean perfectly perfect

I mean that y'all's worthlessness is equally as worthless

Now hold up I'm not trying to be discouraging I'm simply stating fact from information that I have perceive

Obviously I'm aware that is just all of my perception but goddamnit I'm an artist and I must have perfection so unfortunately all of these people I see have to listen to me bitch about the things that I wish I could change and erase an rearrange but the world doesn't work like that

No the world doesn't work like that at all whatever you imagine inside your imagination is merely an imitation of actual life.

Listen up this was a hard fact for me to swallow but to the get to the top you have to lie cheat steal and bow over everyone in your path or you'd beat lean over and get fucked in the ass. If you can figure out how to live in this world and still be decent then I will set down my guitar and never sing a word again and that's a goddamn promise cuz I know I'll never have to cash it in we'll all bomb ourselves to hell before then so live the best life for you and that's how you'll win

[perkynurples]

Service-top!Stede??? Oh, God, yes. Please. PLEASE. Stede deserves soft and gentle and loving and fulfilling... and I'm honestly having a blast on AO3 these days but let's not forget that Ed deserves these things, too! He deserves being taken care of! Be it gentle or rough or whatever he asks for! So, here I'll be. Waiting. (not ominous at all, LMAO).

MY FRIEND. you have come to the church of service top!stede right in time for the mothafuckin GOSPEL.

listen, I LOVE ME some ed showing stede that sex can be good and exciting and, well, sexy! I love that, love reading about it, love thinking about it, and I still think that's the way it goes in the beginning, BUT. stede is really very good at seeing through ed's bullshit, directly to who he really is, and what he really wants.

stede would become, I think, very proficient very quickly at recognizing that ed likes being taken care of, out of bed first, which makes him connect the dots in bed. and boy when he does. BOY WHEN HE DOES. let's just say if ed once thought he'd be the one to familiarize stede with all these new things, he's quickly reconsidering, because, well, it's stede. stede, who makes him tea and combs his hair and reads to him and kisses him so gently ed is melting like seafoam, and probably makes him come faster than ed ever remembers coming in his life when he finally suggests they switch things around a little bit.

needless to say I am writing at the speed of light, this fic is sort of getting away from me, I SWEAR I meant to get to the actual porn parts quickly but here I am with 2k words of exposition, and many more incoming... but we're getting there. we're getting somewhere.

[burnedbyshoto]

Power

pairing: shigaraki tomura x fem!reader

warnings: smut, cursing, pegging, subby brat shigaraki

word count: 2,120

a/n: happy happy 20th bday to the nastiest queen I know!!! this is for skylar ( @katsukisprincess ) you big fat white nasty smellin fat bitch why you took me off the mothafuckin schedule wit cho triflin dirty white racist ass big fat bitch oompa loompa body ass bitch I’m comin up there and I’m gon beat the fuck outta you bitch!!!! this smut kinda really shoved me out of my comfort zone in terms of comfort so BAHAHA, LETS PRAY YOU LIKE THIS!!!

✩✶✩❇✩✶✩

Few in the world could say they bring powerful men to their knees.

When you bring powerful men to their knees for you, you gain their power, their respect, their allies.

Powerful men on their knees were no longer dominant but instead weak, powerless, feeble to that who stood before them. In some cases, this exchange of power was intense, blood-curling even as you stand before them. Powerful men always had this glint to their eyes, the big bad alpha in them just begging to be tamed despite their typical nature. But powerful men who were tameable were boring. The submissive glint, the passive actions that overpowered their old alpha ways, was not climatic.

It upset you to see powerful men grovel for you, pleading that you stay.

You’ve brought down twenty-seven powerful men in your life, and each time you left the now submissive alpha with nothing but their lives— if at that.

But there was something different about Shigaraki Tomura that made your spine crawl with excitement.

His eyes were cold and lustingly powerful the first time you interacted with him. His red eyes demanded respect, submission, yet they barely looked at you as he recruited you.

The cold leather of the seat beneath cooled your growing heat as he dropped what would be the file of intel he had gathered about you on the smooth wood table that separated the two of you for many meters. The large leather throne he sat on made your lips quirk into a smile as the disheveled and rugged state of the world’s greatest villain. The man himself was short and fragile-looking— nothing in comparison to the men you’ve tamed with biceps larger than your head. Such a large throne for someone so small.

Your tongue dragged across your lower lip as his red eyes finally met yours, his aura was as cold as ever, as if he was playing you as the pawn here. A King that would not fall— at least not yet.

“So, tell me why I should take you in?”

His words take you by surprise as your eyebrows quirk.

“Excuse me?”

Despite the shaggy nature of his hair and the dismembered hand that covered the majority of his face, you did not miss the eye roll and the glare that was returned immediately.

“Why do I need you?”

Cocky son of a bitch.

Straightening out, you let your brow relax as you tilted your head. An aura of confidence seeped out of you as you stared down the powerful man before you. He had one of the cruelest gazes you’ve ever experienced, but it did not worry you, not even the slightest of bits as you leaned forward.

“Typically, when I am sought out, I get demands of what I’m needed for—” you fold your hands on the table as a sickly sweet smile overcomes your face— “and frankly, Shigaraki Tomura, you don’t strike me as a threat.”

His eyes are calculating as he leans backward in his throne, just the opposite of what an alpha man would do.

“Y/l/n y/n,” he but sneers your name, “age twenty, in command of over four thousand men ranging from underground criminals to some of the heaviest hitters in the game. Records show you come from a good household, yet here you are, a queen of the underworld. You’ve managed to defeat twenty-seven powerful opponents of mine in this world, yet you’re quirkless.”

“I find that being quirkless is an advantage,” you smirk as fire ignites within you. “There’s something intoxicating about stealing from men and women with terrifying quirks. But I’m sure you already knew that about me, given your intel. So instead of beating around the bush, tell me why I’m here, Tomura? Scared I’ll come in and steal your army too?”

Despite his mostly hidden face, you could feel the cold sharklike grin that pulled across his face as his eyes flashed dangerously.

“The day I become scared of some quirkless little shit is the same day you walk out with my army,” he said, his tone reminding of nails against a chalkboard. “I’d love to see you try walking out with my followers, they’re not as easily persuaded as to the others. But I know that despite your numbers and your strength, you’re aimless, ambitionless. So I’ll ask one last time: why do I need you?”

Pleasurable waves rolled down your body as an eager emotion shoots through your veins.

This was an alpha man like no other, a powerful man who sat undeservingly in that leather throne. As you opened your mouth to respond, your anticipation skyrocketed in the thought of having this powerful man on his knees for you.

Tamed.

Broken.

✩✶✩❇✩✶✩

“Did I fucking tell you that you could speak?”

The hand that rested on Shigaraki’s face was a symbol of who he was.

The decayed and butchered hand was a sinister reminder to him of his past, and an apprehensive warning to everyone else just what he was capable of doing. Only a handful of people could claim that they’ve seen him without Father residing on his face like a leech, a weight he was unable to run from, a comfort he needed.

Despite only joining his ranks three months ago, you could proudly say you not only have seen him without Father but have also removed him.

But this was not the situation at hand.

No, not even close.

For instead of a withered grey hand on his face, it was instead your foot.

Your back settled against the headboard as you smirked at the red eyes that attempted to decay you on sight. The rough and scar filled skin of his face was a weird sensation under your feet as you pushed him back as a low growl escaped his mouth.

“Like hell, I’ll take fucking commands from you,” he snarls against your foot, his head snapping to the side so that your leg falls heavy back onto the mattress.

A grin grows on your face as you compare your clothed state to the naked mess that was Shigaraki Tomura.

He was bare naked, his hands adorned with artist gloves rendering him powerless, a bright pink collar sat snug on his throat as he growled lowly, and of course, the chains that left him on his hands and knees like a common bitch.

Ignoring his spitfire of insults to you and your ways of fucking him, you sighed, “Aren’t you just fucking adorable like this?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“No, really, on your hands and knees for little ol’ me!”

Adjusting the way you sat, you found yourself on your knees, nose to nose with the growling alpha in front of you. Anger, humiliation, weakness, and nearly palatable lust waved off him.

“Just wait until I—”

“Shh shh shh,” you whisper as your hand reaches out and firmly grasps his hard and throbbing cock within your fingers.

A sharp whimper confirms your effect on him, and you remain nearly innocuous as your grip tightens against his length. Your fisting is cruelly hard; you’re pulling at his dick more than gliding across it, and your nails tease the bulging vein on the side of his cock. He whimpers as your eyes shift down to see the angry purple head throbbing against your rough touches.

“Sorry, does this hurt?” You ask with a mischievous glint to your eyes as your lips brush against his.

Shigaraki doesn’t respond, choosing to instead seal his lips against yours. His lips are fierce against yours, demanding you to be obedient despite the apparent power difference the two of you were in. Your eyes remain open as you study his face as his tongue pressed against your sealed mouth.

“Unless you want your tongue chopped off, don’t try sticking it in my mouth,” you giggle as Shigaraki’s cheek throbs red with your handprint, and a gasping groan drawls deliciously from his throat as you pinched the head of his cock. “Understand?”

“Fucking asshole,” he spat as his eyes lock on yours. Despite the throbbing pain in his face and cock, the disrespect, the brattiness, the desire, the pure lust radiated off of him, and your eyes sparkling dangerously. “Just fucking wait until I get this shitty ass—”

“Fuck your asshole?” You ponder as you suddenly roll off the bed, and Shigaraki desperately tries to follow you with his head, but the collar prohibits him as he cries out in frustration.

“You smart-ass, you know exactly what I mean—!”

“You want me to fuck your fugly little asshole,” you coo as you open your box of toys.

Your shorts and panties are quickly abandoned as you pull on the pink harness with a thick black dildo on it. Making sure to tighten everything as loudly as you could; you smile as you return to the bed.

His red eyes are wild, his chest heaving with every breath of air as he glares you down again.

“Suck this quirkless girl cock,” you whisper as you drag the head of the dildo across his lips that refused to open.

The dildo was both bigger and thicker than the powerful man before you, something he loathed utterly, and the reason why you bought this size specifically.

“I’m sure you’re used to having people do what you want when you want,” you sigh as he still refuses to open up for the dildo, “you might be the leader out there. But here, you’re my bitch.”

Knowing enough to realize that he would defiantly remain mute to keep from sucking the dildo, your fingers pinched the pressure point in his neck, and his mouth flew open for a split second. That’s all you needed as your hips snapped forward at a higher speed than his closing jaw.

Shigaraki bagged against the length of the dildo as you rammed it further down his throat. Your eyes fluttered at the way his face flushed red as you sunk further into him.

“Shit, such a pretty fucking cock slut,” you coo as your hand grasp his jaw, moving his face against your thrusting hips. You were uncaring of the drool that flowed disgustingly from his mouth, the choking that occurred at every throat, the struggling arms against the restraints. “I thought you were the leader here, Tomura-chan! Why can’t you take my cock better than this?” you ask as you push him fully against the length so that his nose buries into the harness.

Loud choking and spluttering from him doesn’t concern you as you stare at him, “Hold it for ten seconds: ten, nine, eight… seven… six… five… four… threeeeee… two… what comes after two?! Oh yeah, one!”

Your hands yanked him away from your dildo by his hair. His head snapped up, and his red eyes were a near maroon as he glared at you with the intensity of killing you. Slobber and saliva coat his face as he pants to catch his breath.

“One day, you’ll suck my dick like a lollipop,” you promise as you place a kiss between his eyes. A weak snarl emits from his throat, and a slow throb pulses from your pussy as you stare at the undying alpha look to his eye. So soft and frail, yet he’s outlasted the worst of alphas. “But, I do believe I have an asshole to fuck!”

“I’m going — fuck — going to kill you,” Shigaraki spits, but you’re already behind him, your hands cupping his ass cheeks as the wet and saliva lubed dildo press between his cheeks, teasing his puckered hole. “Have all the little fun you want because I’m not going to let you fucking live after—”

“Shut the fuck up,” you snap as your leg swings around, your foot landing heavy between his shoulder blades, causing the alpha man to fall chest first into the mattress, his back arching beautifully, the tip of the dildo now pressing into his asshole. His back muscles contracted quickly under your foot but you pressed your weight further into him as your tone brightened again. “Threats from little boys with tiny cocks trying to fill in too large shoes don’t bother me.”

“Little boy? Tiny cock?! Large shoes?! Are you that fucking stupid?! I’m — SHIT!”

Your hips slammed into his ass, the dildo bottoming out in him without so much as prepping or using actual lube. Leaning against him due to the stretched angle you were in, you relished in his painful heaves for air as his body trembled under you, and his hands gripped the sheets ever so tightly. Your hand held his hips as you shifted against him.

“Just fucking watch what I do t-to you for fucking my a-asshole,” Shigaraki growled as you hummed in mock interest.

“Sorry?” You ask as your hips move back and thrust back in at a moderate pace. The slight movement makes all of his words die on his tongue as pleasurable moans fill the air as you rut your hips against his pink-tinged ass. “What? No more death threats? No more promises to destroy me? Who would’ve guessed fucking your asshole was the way to get you to submit.”

“F-fuck you,” Shigaraki just about snarled, “I’m going to fucking kill you, and you’re going to watch as I kill you slowly and painfully. I’m going to disintegrate your fucking tongue first, and then your—”

A pained yelp slams from his mouth as Shigaraki’s ass forms an angry, nearly welting, red handprint. It’s identical to the one on his face, but with much more power behind it. But as you suspect, a strangled moan escapes his mouth, and you hiss an amused chuckle as your arousal is quickly building. Your hand comes down again; only this time, it leaves behind a welting red mark as your foot slips from his back to his head.

Your foot shoved his face into the mattress, and you slam your hips into his again and again. Your pace is rough, hard, merciless. Shouts and growls only aid you in your conquest. Your dildo slams against his prostate again and again. Your eyes narrow as you move forward, leaving little room to snap your hips as you’re buried almost entirely within him, but it’s for balance.

His dick twitches uncontrollably the moment you hold it in your hands. You move your hand against his painfully hard length, and a muffled guttural moan lets you knew that he’s enjoying this. So as in sync with your thrusting hips and gliding hand as he can be, Shigaraki begins to move his hips with you, meeting your dildo and fist with each thrust.

“Does your cock need to cum?” You ask as the flat of your thumb rolls against his swollen head.

A muffled groan is heard from the mattress, and you feel his words vibrate from your foot.

Smirking, your speed and power increase by a tenfold, your movements animalistic as you drive in over and over. The submissive groans stirring you on more and more until he stills and hot sticky substances cover the hand you were using to jerk him off. Laughing loudly, your hips don’t stop until the hot cum stops unloading from his discolored cock.

A low moan seems endless from him as you kick him to his side, a sheen layer of sweat covers your body as Shigaraki lays on the bed. You discard the harness and moan at the warm essence that now soaks your inner thighs and your clit throbs at the thought of mounting his softening cock.

“I’m still… going to— kill you!”

“Oh sweetie,” you sigh dreamily as you shift him over so that he lays twisted on his back, your aching core grinding into his swollen head. “You don’t have a single thread of power over me!”

[daretosnoop]

If Henry Bolet continued to work with Nancy after CRY: A Series (can be taken as both platonic and romantic)

MID - last one guys, thanks for reading

- so because Nancy’s case goes from Germany to Salem, I’m going to say that Henry was with Nancy in Germany

- when Nancy asks him to join her to Germany, Henry starts sobbing uncontrollably and speaking incomprehensible words

Henry (sobbing): NANCE! NANCY DREW! You’re ALIVE?!?! Where have you been!??!? Everyone’s been looking for you for 4 years now! You just disappeared! No one could find anything (sobs)! We all thought (sobs)! I thought I lost another p-(sobs harder) Your father —. Whenever we asked for an investigation we just got summaries of all the previous cases you’ve been on, like what the hell is that!?!?

Nancy: so, about Germany....

- it isn’t until the plane ride to Germany that Henry realizes: “Nance? What happened to your voice?”

- when Nancy gets the book stolen by Jason: Henry chases after him cause military boy, Nancy does not yell “stop” cause that’s freaking dumb. And then Jason puffs off, Henry:

- when Henry meets Teegan and Deirdre:

Nancy : why are they swaying so much?

Henry: they’ve been possessed

- when Henry meets Mei:

Like they’re going to hit it off cause Henry just gets that “stick it to the man” energy, but initially it’s just a stare down

- when Nancy sees Mei’s room and comments how she shouldn’t go in:

Henry: right, need me to distract Mei while so you can snoop?

Nancy: no, that would be wrong.

Henry:

- when Nacy goes to town and meets Olivia, Henry has a full own rant to express how much he hates the capitalist construct of Halloween and turning moments of tragic history into a ghost tour. Like Henry seems the kind of guys who values the history more than the “spooky legends”. Probably bonds on Teegan with this and is able to get more clues out from her than Nancy.

- When Henry meets Judge Danforth:

Henry: how is it possible to lock yourself into a room??

Also,

Henry: these are the type of people who make you wait for endlessly while on hold

- neutral on Alicia

- loves the graveyard area. It’s small but beautiful and cozy at night. Will definitely light a candle and put it on the grave.

- loves the path of Hawthorn house. Freaks out with the jump scare. His scream alerts Lauren, not Nancy suddenly fading out

- instantly reminded of Renee, little weary but also a little sad cause he’s reminded of home and the mess that ensued. Gets a little homesick. Romantic potential here to have Nancy pick on how Lauren’s herbal work might bring bad memories to Henry and console him as they walk back to the Parry house.

- excited to see the Hardy boys. First time he’d be seeing them, they hit off right away. Probably closer to Joe cause Joe would accept him right away while Frank would be a little awkward at first

- makes the pancakes. I have a persona headcanon that he’s great at cooking seeing as he went to boarding and military school, he learned to take care of himself. So much early morning fluff potential here with Nancy if romantic

- is not into making herbal remedies, leaves that to Nancy as he snoops around

- kinda let down by the Hawthorn house, it’s not as cool as he thought it would be.

- cries when he sees the museum and library cause this is all they have? This? The Salem witch trials have sparked so much studies and this is all they have to show for it? Bruno Bolet had more stuff in his library that these guys! Takes out his frustration on carving pumpkins, then goes and gets the research material for Nancy

-when calling Teegan’s boyfriend:

Henry: they’re dating?!? Like even Henry knows somethings odd

Also, on the topic of phone calls

- if this was romantic, I don’t think Ned would call it Nancy would mind so much if she heard *that woman*

- if this was platonic this can go two ways:

1. Henry overhears and tells Nancy to focus on the case to distract her mind, meanwhile he’s aggressively texting Ned to explain himself and call Nancy back

2. If Henry has a crush on Nancy, oh this has so much angst potential where he wants to console her and ask Ned what’s up but he also wants Nancy to dump Ned and be with him...

Also, I have a personal headcanon that the woman in the phone was Summer, cause he and Ned went to the same college, and Summer knew Henry from college so there’s like some interesting potential to explore there. Maybe Henry panics and tells Ned about Summers true personality!?!?

- that moment with Deirdre in the car with the music that sounds similar to Daft Punk Get Lucky:

Henry: awkward third wheel in the back

When Mei happens to be playing this song and Nancy tried to be buddy buddy with her:

He just pushes her aside and takes over. Knows Mei is hidding something but can’t for the life of him understand why

- doesn’t like how secretive everyone is being and how they are all being careful and soft around Mei. Almost wants to gather everyone and yell at them for keeping grudges and secrets

- So MID gave Deirdre the best turn around, he gets along with all her sass. Laughs when she insults Jason.

- does not like Jason

- opinion on Alica changes with the home cooked meal metaphor. Cause GROSS woman! Also, Ifnthus was romantic, Nancy would have to change her metaphor cause Henry, sweet as he is, is not a home cooked guys unless you’re part of the Adam’s family.

- i get the feeling that Henry knows a lot of random knowledge, especially on dark or morbid topics. So I feel he would know quiet a bit on the Salem Witch trials and brings up things like mugwort poisoning, sexual assault, land grabbing, etc. There are a lot of theories behind the Salem trials, you guys should check it out.

- if Henry goes with the Hardy boys there’s potential for bro bonding in a cemetery to occur. Or idk, maybe Henry had a crush on one of the brothers and thinks investigating ghosts in the cemetery is a great place to get closer.

- if romantic with Nancy, he goes back to the Parry house and they bond over discussing the case.... or Neds behaviour

- the whole ergot poisoning can also have some hurt/fluff potential. Person A gets sick Person B panics and heals them. Person B gets mad at whoever poisoned Person A

- when he learns about the whole trio friendship and the fire and how the town blamed Mei cause she’s a “bad kid” he gets really pisses off

Ranting to Nancy: how is this legally possible?!? How is it possible to plan a crime ON A MINOR who wasn’t even involved. She was just there at the time. Hello!? Who did the freaking investigation?!? What’s their number? I just have some questions!

- really doesn’t understand how Salem is able to get away with these things. Like ya ya he gets the connection to the witch trials but bitch this is the 21st century! We have laws to prevent witch trials!!

- doesn’t understand why Lauren’s guardian didn’t just give Lauren the stupid deed for the burnt up house

- when investigating Olivia’s store: mutters about how this is ruining the true Halloween aesthetic! Also concerned with how she’s earning money cause if I remember correctly, she doesn’t charge for her tours and gives iPads away without making sure people return them?!?

-feels that Nancy spends way too much time talking and less time snooping

- doesn’t understand how the Judge can’t figure out who broke into the court house

- when he finds out that Mei has been covering for Jason.... is just like... dude, you do know you can get a record for aiding a criminal??

- when he learns Jason’s reason for stealing the book and helping Alicia: 😒

Henry: can’t stand rich people

Nancy: you’re rich

Henry: but you don’t see me commiting crime

Nancy: what about selling Bruno’s property before it was yours to sell? What was it you told me? I was naughty....

Henry: do not make me remember 😳

- when he learns that Alicia was the one who set the house on fire and caused everyone to get ergot poisoning, and her reason for doing so: okay he can go along with this, it seems in line for a ND villain

- but when he learns about TEEGAN MOTHAFUCKIN PERRY and what she did:

Nancy has to hold him back from unleashing his anger

- really worried for Mei here. Half tempted to offer her a place to stay at his manor:

Henry: listen the downside is that there’s a cemetery attached. The pros is that none of the people buried have any intentions of framing you

Also tells Deirdre that she’s quite sane compared to her extended family

- with the whole underground tunnels Henry’s like:

- given Henry’s propensity for ghosts and gothic, there could be this cool second story where he can communicate with the dead women and they help him help Nancy solve the case and they are the ones who help Henry lead the group out of the tunnels

- the end game “party” is cool for like 5 min. Then Henry’s slipping out ✌️

There’s so much romantic potential with this end because it could be him and Nancy or one of the Hardy boys walking off together, there could be a romantic confession/angst scenario

And that’s it for Henry guys.