#A Officer's corruption part eighteen

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||An Officer's Corruption part Eighteen||

Hello there dears, Peahen mom here but once more, I'm adding another chapter to this mini series me and my friend Demon mun has written. This series is getting good but I hope you like friend.

If you wish to see how or where everything is going, you can follow up on the chapters down below.

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||Warning||

~Nothing bad right at the moment

~A conversation will happen in this part

||Drabble Summary||

Officer FireleoIt and Officer Iderum was helping out Joshua's prison where they just saw a fight being broken up. However it was due to the gang leader Inmate Ashley Butterfly. However, how did this come to be? Also, it seems a slight argument has happened between Officer Jaron and Officer Melinda so they are given space for a while. However, later on, he did go and check on her again but hopes to speak and say sorry. How will she react. Read to find out.

||Guests in Drabble||

"Angel"Fallen, Joshua Star, and other members from his fraction mentioned and Jaron Jackal, Arion"Hellmare" Iderum, and Fira"Maggie" Fireleo belongs to my amazing Rp partner @demon-blood-youths

T-bone, Hiroshi Kai, Melinda brooks, and Ashley Butterfly are my oc’s that belong to me.

((Note: Their will be grammar mistakes and errors in this drabble as others have this warning. But like I state before, this is written for fun. So I hope you like it and my friend too. Enjoy))

In the main lunch hall, Warden Joshua Star was shocked seeing this but he was nervous seeing no one moved. Given the information from officer Vanessa that Officer Maggie was trying to calm inmate T-bone down but almost ended up burning everyone else. Right now, he was tense seeing the head gang member of T-bone calming him down.

Her name was Ashley Butterfly, gang leader of the Shallow butterflies. And baby sister to Rex oxford mIlls. A dark skinned woman with honey yellow eyes. She hand long black hair down her back while having a black choker around her neck. She was still wearing the prison jumpsuit but she was seeing T-bone relax while she pets his head. The other inmate, her second in command Hiroshi kai was beside her but seeing that he was fine.

"Goodness, you just had to go crazy again didn't you? I thought Ash told you to take it easy." He said to his teammate with T-bone grumbling.

"I was taking it easy! Not my fault some jerk tried to grope officer Maggie."

"But she thought you were trying to start something resulting in this." He said but he rolls his eyes to look away before he looks to Ashley before she stops.

"..A..Are you okay now?" she asked but T-bone nods to slowly stand up but bows his head.

"Sorry Ash...I didn't mean to lose it." he said grumbling but she only looks at him then down.

"I..It's fine..at least your calm now." she mutters quietly while holding some blanket around her that was kept with her at all times. The other officers, even officer Maggie and Officer Hellmare was silent not expecting to see this.

'Well, this is new. Seems it was true when the files spoke about Ashley being in this prison. I figure it was something of a older file...' Hellmare thought but she was seeing the inmate she was keeping an eye on Hiroshi standing by Ashley to insure she was safe.

As Ashley saw he was fine, she looks around seeing the other inmates tense but looks away before she looks down herself. "I..If everything is c..calm now, should we go back to eating l..lunch?" she asked her two teammates before they go and do that.

"H..Hey! You three can't just-"

"Let them go, Maggie. It's fi..fine." she stops hearing Joshua speak but looks to him. It was fine!? A fight just happened and he was alright with that!?

"I know what your thinking and honestly, it's still strange. At times, that inmate tends to help with calming things down. That or using her pants in herb medicine to do it-"

"Hold on, isn't she a demon?"

"Y...Yes, she is but she and warden Joshua have some agreement. That involves calming down the most violent inmates here in his prison." Eli said to the two.

"I see.." Hellmare hums to herself thinking about it but Maggie was still shocked.

"So you let her just go about in the prison?!" Maggie said to Joshua shocked.

"Well, no and even if I did, she stays in her cell. Out of all the inmates I've had, she's the less violent. Unless one don't anger her. She can be very dangerous when she is but most times, she's well...l..like that." Joshua saw Ashley sitting down now but slowly was eating her food now with the other two.

"It's a lot to take in we know. We were at first too when Joshua told us about her. Honestly, I see why most are afraid of her. Sweet and caring on the outside but hidden behind that is a dangerous person ready to lash out at anyone."

"Though, it leaves a question." Hellmare got the knights attention. "You said she was well known for her plants? Does this mean she also helps with medicine here?"

"Yes. We also heard from her file she was really good with plants, medicine, toxins, poisons, etc. She knows a few of them. I know because when we had a recent break out riot, Angel got heavily sick with something. Somehow, she knew what it was and made a medicine thanks to her doctor Hex. He's at Kinie's prison right now helping with the recent event that happened there." she explains.

Both Maggie and Hellmare didn't know that! Just how dangerous was this woman!? The two looks to Ashley again who was eating but her honey yellow eyes looked so empty but gentle at the same time.

"And I take it Joshua is the one assigned to keep a eye on her?" Hellmare said seeing him nod.

"Hon...Honestly, it's been alright. Even when she first came here, she didn't start any trouble or anything. I didn't know much about her till I got her file and the teams own. I heard they had another but their other member is in junior police headquarters. Given the fact she is the most calm here..it's..well..something." he said rubbing the back of his head.

"......."

"So even if a riot happens, I don't worry since she either tries to remain away or stop it." He said.

"..I.....geez." As Maggie thinks, it was time for the inmates to return to their cells. "Though, it also explains most of the men being scared of her?"

"Well, yes but theirs another reason.." the group looks seeing some male inmates admiring her but they were under some trance while behaving. "Because of her demonic nature, It was said she's a succubus too."

"A what!?" Maggie shouted.

"How could a succubus be here!? And around guys! You do know what they do to males if given the chance right!?" Maggie said. "What if one of them tries to hurt her given the fact that others or some of the officers are females too!?"

"Theirs another reason for that." Vanessa said but with arms crossed looking to Joshua.

"It's because Joshua made a pack with her to insure she don't eat anyone nor harm anyone. In return, she keeps him safe and the prison if needed be."

".......Eh?!?"

~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile with Jaron~~~~~~~~~~~

He was sitting outside taking time to clear his head. The jackals were around him worried. He has never yelled at her like that before but it was because of Bradley. He was the reason this happened and to his anger. Now he gone and made her upset. Right now, he was petting one silver lung dragon's head while it was curled up.

"..........." He looks about thinking again but that's when some inmates were still inside so it was just him out here. Clearing his head helps so it was something.

'*Sighs* I didn't mean to yell at you like that, Melinda. I hope your alright..' he thought to himself but one Jackal named Sid lays their head on his lap poking his hand. He blinks to look down but gently pets their head.

"I'm alright. I guess it's just not a good week for me is it?" he asked even if the other jackals were wagging their tails being giant puppies right now. They always want to ensure their leader was alright but happy too. Seeing him like this was unlike him.

However, he looks ahead again while seeing cars passing by the prison but his thoughts were still on Melinda. When he left he heard crying in her room but he didn't mean to upset her. He just was caught in the moment even feeling a bit down when going somewhere else before coming out.

~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~

"Wait, so that's true?" Jaron asked to look at the window speaking with a doctor who had some medic results from the females under the aphrodisiac what was tested from one of the spiked cakes was positive.

"Though, it was one that had no smell to it. Even if another demon would sniff it out, you wouldn't be able to." he said showing the paper results to Jaron.

He reads them for a moment but looked worried. Even if he had his jackals sniff it out, they wouldn't find it?

"It's said this type has a effect on demons that it's harder to trace showing it is most used for demons in the case. So whoever eaten the cake wouldn't know." he explains. "It's been said this traces back from the black market but other troublemakers have copied the recipie."

"......"

Hearing this, he even calls Ophelia and she tells him the same even the other doctor Hex explains to.

"Yes, given that fact I'm shocked they measured it carefully. This type of plant is very very strong and very unstable even when it's put into food like that. They could have seriously made someone sick." Hex said on the phone while checking a sample of the plant they had there at Kinie's prison.

"So this plant was that deadly?"

"In short words yes. I already seen this sort of plant in action and the results were.....disturbing to explain. Even so, this plant should always be avoided because it heavily effects demons without them knowing, Mr. Jackal."

"I..I see.."

"Though, I can't believe that sort of plant was there in the first place but Dr. Hex said it was from the black market indeed before that business was taken down. This drug should have been destroyed way back." she said.

"I think I got ya." Jaron said looking at the ground still on the phone.

"Though, was their anything else Jaron?" Ophelia asked.

"No that was it. Thanks you guys." he said.

"Of course Jaron.." she said before the she hung up. Jaron lowers the phone but looks down to sigh.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So even if he could have gotten it checked, he wouldn't know about the cakes being spiked. Even worse, Melinda didn't know. She nor the other female officers knew about this till it was too late. Looking down, he felt even more bad now and wanted to find a way to say sorry to Melinda. He looks quiet only to feel his jackals close around him with one licking his face that he chuckled to pet their head.

"Easy now. Like I said, I'm alright. I'm sorry that I am worrying you all now.." he said as they look to him even seeing the lung dragon floating up a little to boop his nose.

"And sorry for worrying you too. It's just I wanna be sure she's safe..even from the thought it worries me. I can't believe I yelled like that and I've always been known to keep my cool. That's so unlike me." he sighed shaking his head but he sees the others now around him but tilts their heads.

"Well....at least I got that jerk to learn I wasn't joking and will leave her and the other female officers alone." he mutters. "Though...seems they had to update security because of that and it only might get worse later down the road." he said and yet, he only remains focused with Melinda in mind. How was she doing? Was she alright? Right now, they needed time to clear their heads but looking down, he hopes to talk to her and hope to see if she was alright. Later this afternoon, he'll indeed check on her.

~~~~~~Timeskip: Later that afternoon around 3:45pm~~~~~~~

Jaron was back inside the prison seeing the inmates must have already eaten lunch since they were back in their cells. The guards were standing watch but insuring things were calm right now. However, he was heading back to Melinda's room to see if she was there or wished to speak. As he gets to the door, he knocks and waits.

"............"

No answer? He wonders if she was there but when he was about to knock again...

"Hello?"

".....Ummmm, Melinda? It's me, Jaron...."

"........"

He heard nothing from the other side but he hears a click, knowing the door was unlocked to show her. Melinda was standing there and it seems she was quiet while looking to him. Her arms were folded.

"Ummm....."

".....Yes?"

"I......*Sighs* M...may I come in?" he asked gently but she looks to the side but sighed to move so he can come inside. Jaron walks in but he saw her close the door. Everything seems the same except the tea stain on the rug from before. Before long, she turns to walk over and offers a seat for him on the couch while he walks over to sit down after removing his shoes but she was quiet while he was too.

The only noise heard was the ticking of the clock. They just sat in silence right now with one another that it leaves them unsure on how to talk. So, Jaron starts first.

"Melinda, I'm......Listen, I'm so sorry about what happened this morning. I didn't mean to shout or yell at you. I was just concerned about what happened that night. After what happened I just...felt really angry given the fact Bradley could have done something horrible to the women...and you." he looks down but she was listening to him.

"I know I shouldn't have yelled at you and I'm never like that. It was wrong of me to do that. I didn't mean the hurtful things I've said to you. I shouldn't have....." He shook his head with eyes closed to sigh but Melinda looks ahead but she was resting her hands on her lap.

"....I'm sorry too." he heard her speak but looks seeing her just looking to the wall. "I didn't mean to get mad at you either. In that way, you were right. I should have done better in picking up the drug in those cakes but I didn't know about it honestly. It was like it was masked so I couldn't detect it. Even now, I don't know even if I feel better with no side effects..it still upsets me that it happened."

"......." She was touching her shoulder where Bradley bit her but then sighed closing her eyes then opening them half way looking down. "I know the dangers and risks of being a officer as you do too. Their are things that will happen but even now we have to stay focused on it....." she said after that Jaron looks to see her grip her pants.

"But still....I got you worried over me because of that slip up. It makes me feel like I'm still keeping things from you huh? Even when we are older adults now...it still keeps happening." she said only to laugh at herself bitterly. It was like she was stupid for not noticing that but it wasn't her fault. Jaron knew that thanks to the doctors but she didn't know that.

"Melinda.." he reaches to almost touch her cheek to explain but stops to look. He saw tears running down her cheeks again that she was looking upset again.

"Even after I became I demon, I still act like I'm just as before when I was human. Heh, I bet it's so embarrassing to you huh? Having a partner that still tends to act like her old self." she laughed but she reaches up to clear some tears off but he sees her look in his direction. She was crying and yet, her eyes were closed with a small smile seen.

"I bet even now I look like some cry baby because of this. Even if I'm a demon I should have done better right? I should be smarter than this right? If that's the case then none of this would have happened...." She said but hicups now that Jaron said nothing but he only looks down hating to see her cry like this. Now he wishes that argument never happened. Even hearing the shouting in his thoughts, he wishes they would go away but he knew it would remain with him knowing that.

"Melinda....." Looks at her again frowning slightly.

"I'm s..sorry for being such a idiot Jaron...I'm so sorry.." she mutters but he had heard enough.

"Shhhhhh...shhhhh......" he was hushing her softly but gently, resting his hands on her own. Jaron then carefully pulls her to him so their foreheads were pressed against one another, their noses touching as well.

"It's not true. Your not a cry baby because of this. I know this job is dangerous for everyone and us. We know that dealing with dangerous criminals would do. What it might endanger us to." he said but his eyes were closed.

"I never meant to hurt you like this. I never wanted to be the one to make you cry like this." he said but she was shaking now only to him pulling back but kissing her forehead.

"B..but after all the things I shouted back at you. I don't deserve you. You..it's like I'm the reason you get angry. I'm the reason your a bit more violent now a days....was it because of me?" she asked.

"No no no no..it's never you. You never did anything wrong."

"B..but.."

"Melinda Brooks, the reason I got mad was because someone else tried to hurt you. I don't want another sick person harming you. True, I said I don't resort to violence but for my friends I can let it slide. For you, I would do that too. I'm how I am because I Just want you to be safe....and alive with me." he said looking to her.

"Even after our fight, that won't stop me from being at your side. You mean everything to me Melinda. Even with a argument that won't change anything...." he said now upset himself.

"......"

"I never wanted to say such horrible words to you and yet I did. I never wanted to show violence towards you. I never wanted to make you cry. I never wanted to cause anything that would make you not wish to be with me.." he said that he slowly looks down but as Melinda looks her own silver eyes widen. A few tears shows from his own eyes too?

"J..Jaron?"

"I know your a strong woman you showed me that. You care and loving to everyone you hold dear even me. Your not stubborn at all only if it involves helping and protecting others and me. You...your one of a kind to me Melinda and I don't want to lose that!" he said.

"........."

"I don't want to be the reason I lose the only woman that's been by my side for so long. I won't let that happen! I'm sorry I've said all those hurtful things to you but I do care about you. I want to stay by your side and I want you by my side too! I..I just......" Before continuing his words were stopped as he was pulled into a hug as Jaron was quiet while laying against her on the couch. She said nothing holding him close not wanting to let go of him. He knew tears were running down her cheeks.

".....M...Melinda-"

"........Please j..just....don't talk." she said now crying more. "L..Lets just be like this for a while...p..please......" she held him gently but he only remains quiet before wrapping his arms around her body not wanting to let go as he was crying too. He felt her hand stroking the top of his head since he didn't have the officer hat on.

"..I'm still so sorry Melinda..." He said.

".......I know..*sniffles* I'm sorry too. I'm so sorry Jaron for worrying you..." she said back.

"...It's fine. I forgive you...I hope you forgive me." he said softly but Melinda only closed her eyes.

"..I do..I forgive you." she said back softly. "And...I'll try harder to open up to you more, d..deal?" she said before Jaron looks to close his eyes.

"Y....yeah...Deal."

For now, he believes staying here with her is better for now till she calms down. And honestly, Melinda didn't mind that. The officers from before hopes things worked out but they informed warden Fin that officer Jaron is on break for a while till he is ready to come back.

They needed this for right now.

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[bloompompom]

Safekeeping

Your brother's best friend learns you don't want to leave for college a virgin, and he thinks he might be able to lend you a hand.

✧ content: ~9.2k word count. 20 y/o eren jaeger x 18 y/o female reader. shameless porn without plot, older brother's friend trope, inexperienced reader/virginity loss, praise, spit, corruption themes, dry humping, guided masturbation, oral sex (f!receiving), protected PIV sex, reader's brother has a name, pet name ('baby'), passing mentions of alcohol/marijuana, explicit sexual content, explicit language, reader discretion advised. 18+ only. ✧ a/n: virginity is a social construct but this is smut so i’m gonna play into it. enjoy ♡ ✧ part two

You planned to move away to college at the end of the summer, finally. Your school of choice was a three-hour drive from home. To you, it was the perfect distance. Just far enough to give you some much-needed space, but still within reason for a weekend visit if needed. You wouldn’t know anyone there, but that was what you were looking forward to the most, actually. It would be a fresh start.

You never did get the ‘fresh start’ that everyone talked about. You know, the new beginnings that came with every school year. You always tried to be optimistic about it but each time, without fail, your teachers scowled when they saw your last name on their rosters. They all knew your older brother Collin—very well, unfortunately.

His reputation preceded you as a punk who was sent to the principal’s office for acting out in class time and time again. Out of the classroom, too—in the hallways, on the football field after hours. Even in the parking lot when he got into a fender bender with his English teacher his senior year. You were cursed with the same teacher last semester and learned the hard way that she had a habit of holding grudges. 

But that was beside the point. What you were trying to say was: you were ready for college. More than ready. Giddy and practically vibrating with excitement, marking the days off on your calendar until move-in week. Until you could finally quit your lousy summer job at the ice cream shop, waiting on old folk that never knew what they wanted and didn’t bother tipping. 

Still, there was just one teensy little thing you were hoping to get out of the way before freshman year. But now that it was only a few weeks away—twenty-three days, but who’s counting?—it was starting to feel more like a pipe dream.

At the end of the day, there was no point throwing a tizzy over going to college a virgin. Surely, you wouldn’t be the only one.

Right?

Your parents had left for their annual end-of-summer trip down to the beach to visit your grandparents for a week. It used to be a family event, but now that you and Collin were deemed old enough, you had more say in whether you tagged along or not. 

Collin had skipped out the last two summers, but this was the first year you were allowed to stay home, too, now that you were eighteen. But what you didn’t expect was that his three best friends would be there with the two of you—for the better half of the week, at that. Apparently, since they had done it the last two years, it had become a tradition, as they put it. Honestly, you were just impressed Collin was able to pull it off without your parents catching on, considering he was never one to clean the house when you were kids. 

No matter, though; it didn’t bother you much. They had been your brother’s friends since they were in the eighth grade. Having them around was nothing new to you. Of course, it was more fun when you were younger—back when you could play Mario Party together and force Collin to sit out. Now, there wasn’t nearly as much in common besides the occasional tormenting of your brother. 

So, the four of them did their thing, and you did yours.

But therein lies the problem. Even while you minded your business, someone just couldn’t seem to mind theirs. He couldn’t prevent his thoughts from wandering back to you—couldn’t prevent his eyes from lingering longer than they should.

It wasn’t Armin. He would never dare to look at you that way, the girl he tutored in algebra. Nor was it Jean, hopelessly consumed with texting his classmate, still determined as ever to win her over.

No, it was Eren. 'The cute one,’ as coined by you and your friends once he hit his growth spurt and grew out his hair. Though Eren was unaware of the epithet, this would be the year he’d unknowingly return the sentiment, thinking of you as Collin's very cute sister.

Eren was gone last summer, away at an internship, so it had been a couple of years since he’d last seen you. And you appeared to have—ahem—really grown into yourself, to put it delicately. 

Listen, it was harmless. It wasn’t like Eren planned on feeling this way toward you. He didn’t think twice about it when Collin said you’d be at his place, too. And there was no way in hell he’d act on it. He wouldn’t even dare to let the thoughts hang around in his mind, consistently shoving them aside before they could permeate. You were Collin’s—his best friend’s—sister. More than that, you were his little sister! 

He thought he was being discreet about it, but man, did you have to make it so tough? Did you really need to lay out by your parents’ pool every single day? Jeez. As a matter of fact, when was the last time it rained? This had to be the longest they’d been without it, now that Eren was thinking about it.

Back to the point here: Eren was, in fact, not remotely discreet. Armin brought it to his attention as they went to grab another beer. You happened to pop into the kitchen at the same time, just to grab a snack, and damn it, why did you have next to nothing on? Like, yeah, the place was a little warm tonight, and it was your house and all, but seriously—tiny shorts rolled high on your waist and a tank top that looked extra clingy as you reached for a cup on the top shelf? Really?

“You can’t be serious,” Armin grumbled to Eren. Once you were gone, obviously. 

Eren should have known what Armin was referencing, but he was dumb to it, wholly convinced he had been treading carefully. “What do you—”

“You can’t bang Collin’s sister!”

Who even says ‘bang’ anymore?

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second.” Eren innocently held his palms up, waving them as if he could shake off the wicked accusation. “That’s a little far now, isn’t it?”

Armin was getting ahead of himself again; even Eren hadn’t let his mind wander past that boundary… yet. 

Armin gave him a look, like he knew better than to take Eren’s word at face value. “Well, it sure looks like you’re trying to bang his sister.”

“Who’s trying to bang who’s sister?”

Both Eren and Armin jumped at the voice, heads spinning like they were on a swivel to find Collin. He emerged from the basement, Jean trailing behind with a suspicious, low-browed expression.  

“Oh,” Eren stammered. He had to come up with something fast because he wasn’t about to leave it to Armin, the notoriously awful liar. “Armin was just telling me about some porn he watched the other night.” Eren shrugged. “You know, where the guy tries to bang someone’s sister.”

Armin glared at Eren for throwing him under the bus but reluctantly went along with the lie. “Yeah, and then he, uh… bangs the sister?”

Idiot, Eren couldn’t help but think. Whatever, it seemed to work well enough. Collin stared back at them like they were no better than a couple of horny morons. Jean dismissed it, too. Or at least, it didn’t bother him enough to let it interfere with him going for another beer.

With the crisis only half-averted, the four returned to the basement with freshly-cracked cans of beer in tow, where they would spend the rest of the night playing video games until they eventually passed out.

Well, at least three of them did. 

Eren couldn’t sleep, but that wasn’t anything new. He battled with insomnia from time to time. Tossing and turning on a wobbly air mattress didn’t make it any easier to fall asleep, and with the basement only marginally cooler than the rest of the house, he thought he might as well get a glass of water. 

Unluckily (luckily?) for him, he was interrupted before he could do just that. The sight of you, simply existing, lounged up on the couch, startled him. 

Someone’s jumpy tonight. You giggled when he cursed. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“What are you doing here?” Eren asked.

You lightheartedly taunted, “Last time I checked, I live here, don’t I?”

He made a face at you, lacking the amusement your voice carried. “You know what I meant. Why are you still awake?”

It was the first time Eren had bumped into you. Not the first time ever, obviously; you had been alone together on countless occasions. But this was different, never this late at night before, and it was the only time it’d been just the two of you since he’d thought about you like that. 

“Do I need a reason?” you airly replied, almost on a yawn as you stretched. “It’s summer break, and I don’t have work tomorrow.”

He didn’t offer more than a nod of acknowledgment before moseying across the room, his hands shoved into his pockets. Unsure of where this was going, you reached for the remote and paused your show.

“What are you guys doing down there?”

“They’re all asleep,” Eren answered. He stood idly in the middle of the room because, like you, he was curious as to where this was heading.

“And you’re not asleep because…?”

No, he couldn’t think like that. This was going nowhere. 

“I came to grab some water,” he hurried to say—or at least, you thought it sounded hurried—and disappeared into the kitchen right after. 

You listened for a moment, fingers dancing on the button of the remote as you debated starting your show again. But when the faucet flicked off, he didn’t return to the basement in the apparent rush he was in. Instead, he stayed there, with you. 

Eren sipped his water, thinking of what to say next. It was an uphill battle because there wasn’t anything to say. There was no reason he needed to start a conversation with you. And yet, there he was, leaned up against the wall, dumbly scratching at his midriff as he racked—

Wait. Were you checking him out?

If there was one thing Eren had learned at college—let’s be real here, he had a nasty habit of skipping class—it was that he did pretty well for himself when it came to girls. Decent enough, he’d say. He at least had enough sense to know when a chick was interested in him. And now that you had creaked that door open, ogled at where his hand had lifted his shirt to reveal his stomach, he didn’t really have another choice but to step inside and explore around. Just a bit. 

Armin’s warning blared in the back of Eren’s head. As luck would have it, his conscience tended to have Armin’s voice. But there wasn’t anything wrong with casual conversation, was there? After all, he had known you for years. 

“So, are you excited to leave for college soon?”

Nope. There was no turning back now. 

You perked up in your seat. “Yeah, for sure. It’ll be nice to go somewhere new. Meet new people, make new friends—”

“Maybe you’ll finally find your Fabio.”

There was a joke there, unfortunately. One you hadn’t heard in so long that you cringed at the memory.

As Collin’s sister, his friends were first-hand witnesses to your boy crazy phase, all your dating flops. Perhaps they had even learned you were quite the hopeless romantic. And by that, you meant Jean had found a smutty novel you had stolen from your mom—yes, it even had the signature Fabio-esque cover, hence the joke. Anyway, he read it aloud in front of your brother and the rest of their friends until Armin snatched the book from him, which somehow made the whole ordeal even worse. 

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” you offhandedly chuckled. “I was sort of hoping that would happen before college, but you know—I’m sure plenty of people go to college inexperienced.”

Your voice trailed off there at the end, almost like the notion really bothered you. Eren scrutinized it, this thing you handed him. It was a conversational game of hot potato—something you had shoved his way and forced him to hold onto. Why were you bringing this up? Were you looking for his advice?

Eren set down his glass and moved to sit by you on the couch. The far side of it. “Is that what you’re worried about?”

“No,” you blurted out, embarrassed and kicking yourself for having said anything in the first place. But your abruptness sounded just as bad, so with a sigh, you said, “I mean, I guess. I don’t want people to think I’m a loser for being a virgin.”

Again, why were you mentioning this to him? Eren felt like he was playing with fire. He knew he was going to wind up burnt the longer he stayed, maybe even scorching everything around him, even you, in the process. 

Still, he poked it, added some kindling because he was unwilling to let it die out. “I think there’s a fairly simple solution to that.”

“What, getting laid? I think I know that,” you scoffed. “And it’s easy for you to say that, looking like—” You loosely waved your hand over the length of him. “You. Believe it or not, I don’t exactly have suitors lining up outside my door.”

Okay, so he was picking up on something here. He wasn’t crazy. You said it then: you found him attractive. And he found you attractive. Extremely so, if that wasn’t obvious already. The answer was easy enough; he might as well go on say it outright then.

“What if I did it?” Eren suggested.

You didn’t know what he meant by it, his casualness throwing you for a loop. Surely, he couldn’t be talking about that. 

“You know, took your virginity.”

Oh. There was no mistaking it now. He was, without a doubt, talking about that. 

And why were you considering it?

Your brother’s friends, Eren included, had taught you all sorts of things before, things they probably shouldn’t have. They told you to flush the toilet to mask your squeaky front door if you planned on sneaking out. Taught you how to roll a joint, and how to take a proper hit after you confessed you had never ‘felt high’ when you smoked. So, would this be any different?

While you mulled it over, Eren took the far-away look behind your eyes as a horrible sign. He realized how insane the proposition sounded once he spoke it into existence. Before he could take it back, play it off as a joke—he had one too many beers, that’s all—you piped up.

“Really?”

He certainly didn’t expect that, stammering, “I—yeah. Why not?”

Another lengthy pause passed before you accused, “Are you just fucking with me?”

“No, no! I wouldn’t.” He started rambling then, a jumbled mix of ‘I just—’ and ‘I shouldn’t have—’ until you decidedly cut him off.

“Okay.”

“Huh?”

“I said okay. You can… take my virginity.” It felt like a strange way to say it, too formal. And to say it to Eren of all people, who would have guessed it?

Then again, maybe this was the most logical outcome. It wasn’t like you needed to make a big deal of losing your virginity. You weren’t looking for something romantic, with rose petals or a waterbed or any of that corny-porny crap. You were just looking to get it out of the way. That way, when you inevitably meet the love of your life in college (okay, so maybe you were a hopeless romantic), you wouldn’t embarrass yourself the first time you hooked up. 

“Okay,” Eren replied on his inhale, a breath sucked through his teeth, like it was a sin to say aloud. 

He scooted closer, sitting on the cushion that once separated you. You expected him to kiss you, even leaning into him with closed eyes, but your lips barely brushed into his. He didn’t come any closer than that.

Lowly, he asked you, “Do you trust me?”

You nodded. Your noses bumped.

“I need to hear it.”

“I trust you,” you said, even quieter than him. You could barely hear it over the sound of your heart, thumping so hard you swore it might burst into your throat.

Eren kissed you then, tentatively, with his hand cradling the side of your face. He didn’t move until you did, and when you returned the kiss, he followed while letting you take lead.

It didn’t last long, though. You jumped away from each other, back to the opposite sides of the couch, when the basement door squeaked open. The panic subsided when you caught the bright eyes of your family’s cat, her little head poking out from the shadows.

You held a hand to your chest, steadying your breath and trying to settle your rapid heartbeat, as if both were possible. When you met Eren’s gaze, he was already staring at you with a brittle sort of look. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Did he regret what he had done with you? You didn’t, and you prayed he didn’t either.

Before you had the chance to ask, he finally said, “Should we go to your room?”

“Good idea.”

He knew where your room was, but still, he followed right behind you anyway. At the top of the staircase, just before your bedroom door, you split. You turned to see Eren sneaking into Collin’s room. A minute passed while you listened to his rustling, but when he returned, held between his two fingers was that infamous, shiny foil.

You frowned, hard. “I’m not going to use one of my brother’s condoms.”

“Do you have one then?” Eren asked, already well aware of your answer.

“Fine.” 

Eren had never been in your bedroom before. It felt foreign, and weirdly wrong, to have him in there. He looked out of place for it, too big, too mature, especially as you looked at all your girlish knick-knacks and old photos. You wished you could tuck everything away into some lonely drawer. 

You avoided Eren’s eyes and fixed your attention on adjusting the lights. Your bright ceiling light was far too unforgiving for this, so you switched it out for your bedside lamp. The drone of the old bulb buzzed in the back of your ears, its light a fizzy yellow.

You were nervous. Eren didn’t need to see your face to know it was written all across it. Not that it surprised him, considering this was about to be your first time having sex, and it would be with him. 

He felt his heart drop into his stomach, the sick feeling you get on a rollercoaster, but somehow you want to ride again. Maybe he was just as nervous as you. You had put your trust in him, enough to take your virginity. Handing it to him as if it were some sentimental treasure he could watch over, for safekeeping. 

Sure, he knew the optics were bad. Not just bad but horrendous, actually. He was about to sleep with his best friend’s younger sister, a recently eighteen-year-old virgin. The whole situation sounded no better than a second-rate porno—like the one he had made up with Armin in the kitchen, ha!

This was as much a blessing straight from heaven as it was a curse. But he couldn’t care about the optics now, not with you taking a seat on the bed, looking over at him with these come-and-get-me eyes that may or may not have been intentional. 

No, this wasn’t a curse at all. If it were so wrong of him, then why was it that he already felt his cock straining against his sweats at the mere thought? The thought of how delicate he’d be with you. He needed to be, for the last thing he wanted was to ruin your first time. He’d be the first to show you what pleasure could be with another person—what you were deserving of before going off and letting other boys touch you.

He set the condom on the nightstand and joined you at the edge of your bed, his knee barely grazing yours. He was about to ask if he could kiss you again, but you entirely side-skipped any conversation by picking up right where the two of you had left off. 

Again, Eren relinquished control to you, but he did take the initiative to swipe his tongue into your mouth. You tasted him, the bittersweet flavor of light beer. He was nothing like the last boy you kissed. He didn’t ram his tongue down your throat but kissed you as though he wanted to taste you, to muse over and memorize you. And you let him, lips languidly caressing one another with little point or purpose, solely running on instinct. 

You balled his shirt in your fist, twisted the fabric of it between your hands to have him close—closer. He hoisted you onto his lap with his hands at your waist, and you went along with him more than willing. You draped your hands over his shoulders, crossing them at the wrist, and didn’t let your lips break from his once. 

He smoothed his palms up and down the small of your back until he eventually ventured lower. He gripped at your ass, pulling you down to grind over him. Just once, so you could feel him, how achingly hard he was for you. Then, you did it again all on your own. Lightheaded and teeming with desire, the pressure against your clit, even through your layers of clothing, was an addicting relief. You moved against him, again and again, until you were dragging yourself over him, practically about get off from that alone. 

But Eren didn’t let that happen. Before you get there, Eren used his hold on your hips to stall you. His voice was a mumble against your mouth as he asked you, “How far have you gone?”

“This,” you professed. “This is the farthest I’ve gone.”

Fuck.

“Okay.” It was the word of the night. Eren breathed it out like he was talking to himself. The type of sigh you’d give yourself in the mirror when trying to calm down, which was precisely his goal.

He lifted you with little effort, had you lie back into the pillows before he crawled on top of you. He kissed at your jawline, then placed another on the side of your neck. He left a few of them there. It was all lip, all wispy, like he could break you. Still, you felt each of them like a spark at the base of your spine. 

His fingers trailed lower, tickling over your collarbone but stopping short of the neckline of your tank top. 

“Is it all right if I touch you here?” he asked, punctuating it by running a hand down your breast, over your shirt.

“Yes,” you whispered with a shudder. 

With the confirmation, he massaged lightly, his thumb caressing over your perked nipple. 

He kissed you again, his tongue meeting yours while he rolled your nipple between his fingers. Your back arched instinctively, wanting more—needing more. He listened to your body, learning as he went, and tugged down your tank top. With nothing between you, he lightly pinched at your nipple, pulling a whine from you, one that didn’t get the chance to meet the air.

Eren kissed the side of your face. “Can I kiss you there?” he muttered, referencing your tits as he gave another squeeze. He pressed another kiss, lower, against your throat.

“Mhm,” was all you managed with a voice that was long gone, lost somewhere in the opened-mouth kisses he left along the dip between your chest. 

It tickled a bit when he flicked over your nipple with his tongue—even more when he latched onto it with his mouth. You were wiggly beneath him, driving him wild, and you didn’t even know it. It was sweet how sensitive you were, his mouth being the first to kiss you there, to learn the taste of your skin. So soft. And warm, too, heating up the longer he sucked at your tits, anywhere he pleased.

Eren kept his hand at your waist, palming over your stomach but never risking any lower than that. His touch was heated, urgent, yet he only showed restraint. 

He pulled back from you, letting his face hover inches above yours when he asked, “Have you ever touched yourself before?”

He was strangely calm for asking such a personal question, setting your face ablaze. Too rushed, you replied, “Of course I have.”

What did he think? That because you were a virgin, you hadn’t thought about sex before? Hadn’t ever watched porn? Yes, you hadn’t actually done it, but it wasn’t as though you were heading into the situation blind.

“Then—” You, the sight of you wriggling out of your sleep shorts, interrupted him. You caught the bob of his throat when he swallowed, but you weren’t sure he was trying that hard to hide it. “Show me how you do it.”

Eren sat back on his knees, just shy of sitting between your legs as you rested against the pillows. The only thing separating him from you was a thin pair of panties. You hoped he didn’t notice your jittery fingers as you slipped them beneath the band.

You started, “This is—”

“It’s not embarrassing,” he interrupted. It only made you more anxious, like he could read your mind or something. But he was genuine as he said it, assuring you even while struggling to maintain eye contact, his attention flitting from your face to between your legs. “Show me how I can make you come.”

How could he possibly be so open about this? There wasn’t even a shred of hesitation or shame in his voice. You wondered how many people he’d been with—how many times he’d rehearsed before he could speak with such confidence? Enough confidence to have you listening loyally and plunging your hand beneath your underwear. 

You pressed the pads of your fingers against your clit and started to rub. Slowly at first, but already, just that smidgen of relief was enough to pull a flimsy sound from you. You were sensitive, throbbing, and so incredibly turned on that you didn’t hide even as he unabashedly stared at you with pure infatuation. 

Eren rested a hand on your leg, sliding higher and reaching for your panties. “Can I take these off?”

You stopped only to help him work them down your leg, shimmying until he had them thrown to the foot of the bed. You were hesitant to spread your legs again, but he did it for you, placing one at each of his sides. He took your hand and returned it between your thighs, eager for you to continue. So you did just that. 

There wasn’t any doubt he could see everything now—how wet you were, how it coated your fingers the longer you rubbed, the tighter your little circles became. But you were too wrapped up in it to care, playing with yourself just as indecently as you would if you were alone. You couldn’t even be bothered to stifle the chant of gasps spilling from you.

“Can you put a finger inside for me?” Eren requested.

You nodded and pushed one inside, felt how you pulsed around it. You moved it in and out, the same way you had done many times before. 

“Yeah, like that,” he murmured. You heard the ‘fuck’ he cursed under his breath. “How’s that feel?”

“Good,” you whispered, eyes fluttering shut.

“Try a little faster.”

You did just that and bit back a whimper.

“Add another.”

He needed you stretched. He needed you ready for him. 

You took your second finger well; you had done that before, too.

“You’re doing so good,” he told you. He leaned into you, closing in. “Can I help you now?”

“Please,” you breathed. You slipped your fingers from you, giving Eren access to do with you as he wished.

But he didn’t reach for you. Not there, at least. He held his fingers before your mouth.

“Open up.”

You weren’t sure what he was after, but you obeyed, lusty enough that you found you were trusting him implicitly. He placed his middle and index fingers against your tongue, telling you, “Get them nice and wet for me.”

You sucked on them lightly. Saliva pooled on the back of your tongue as he pressed down. He pulled them from your mouth with a lewd sound and smiled at you. It made your chest swell a bit.

Eren returned to your side. His presence was engulfing as he wrapped an arm around you, holding you close. It surprised you, the intimacy of it, but you didn’t have any time for second-guessing before he urged, “Keep going.”

You returned to circling your clit as his hand met yours. He traced his pointer finger through you, and every muscle in your body tensed.

“Can I?”

“Yes,” you said, practically a moan.

He slipped it inside you, taking his time with it. His finger was much larger than your own, thicker, reaching deeper than yours had ever gone. Your stomach tightened at the intrusion, trying to adjust. 

“That okay?” he asked.

“Yes.” It was better than okay. “More. Please.”

Eren chuckled warmly. He pumped his finger in and out of you, curving it just right to have you squirming in his arms. You were beginning to understand why he was holding you now. He wanted to keep you still so that, once he figured out what you liked, he could maintain his pace through your needy bucking. 

He had a hand on your head, petting over you as he asked, “You close?” You couldn’t respond because he added a second finger. A hiss left you, but it melted into a satisfied whine. “Yeah?”

“Y-yeah,” you whispered against him, his body dizzyingly hot even through his T-shirt. 

It was becoming quite the task to keep your fingers moving, what with Eren’s fingers hitting a spot that you didn’t even know existed, over and over again. It had you—fuck—it had you coming. So hard that you thoughtlessly rode his hand, eyes screwing shut as you fucked yourself deeper on his fingers, prolonging the bliss however you could until you turned to goo in his arms. 

You were panting against his chest, your body still twitchy, when he started to ask, “Did you—”

“Yes,” you said on a drawn-out exhale. 

He pecked your forehead. You still felt the stamp of it as he moved to get back on top. He held himself above you with hands planted on either side of you, kissing you full on the mouth. Still hazy, you didn’t move much, letting him make out with you all he wanted until his lips traveled down to the dip behind your ear, then the delicate crook of your neck.

He bunched your tank higher up your chest until you both tore it over your head. With it out of his way, Eren continued kissing lower—even lower than before. His breath tickled over your nipples, leaving you a needy, rutting mess—for what exactly, you didn’t know, just more.

“Too much?” Eren asked, looking up at you with his big, green eyes.

“No,” you assured, your mouth agape and in awe of him. “I like it.”

He pressed his smile against your skin, kissing and licking his way down your sternum.

When he reached your navel, you asked, “What are you—”

“Making sure you’re ready.” He kissed your hipbone.

“It’s really okay,” you said, slightly wary. “We should just get this over with, right?”

“What if I don’t want to get this over with?” Eren kissed just above your slit. “What if I want to take my time?”

Eren wanted you as comfortable—as relaxed—as possible. And since he was already about to fuck his friend’s younger sister, with one of his condoms nonetheless, he certainly wasn’t going to dig around for his friend’s lube next. Luckily, there was another, more fun, way that he could ensure you were properly lubricated so as to avoid any pain that may arise from him splitting you on his—

Focus. 

“I need you to tell me what feels good and what doesn’t,” Eren said, a reminder more to himself than for you. 

You gasped, almost choked, when he kissed the top of your thigh, then the inner part of it. 

“Can you do that for me?”

“Eren, I—” 

“Please.” He licked a broad stripe up the crease of your thigh. That alone had your head thrown back against your pillow, a tiny ‘oh’ escaping you. “Let me. I want to.”

“You do?” you timidly asked.

“So badly,” he replied, but it sounded more like an admission. A white flag of surrender, like he was letting himself fully give in to his desires because, yes, he had thought about this before. There was no use in lying about it now. 

“O-okay.”

On that, he returned to teasing his way between your legs, kissing from the delicate flesh of your inner thighs to—

“Wait!” you interjected. Eren immediately looked to you like he had done something wrong, but you quelled his worry with, “Can you get undressed, too? Like, at least your shirt.”

Your request didn’t sound nearly as self-assured as his, but he listened to you nonetheless. He sat back to peel off his shirt. He smiled at you softly. “Better?”

You scanned over his toned torso, sun-kissed and tanned from summer. Definitely better. “Thanks.”

He leaned over you, his mouth inches from your pussy as he murmured, “It’ll feel good.” Then he kissed your entrance, and the sensation of it jolted through your body like lightning. “Promise.” 

Eren parted you with his fingers before licking through you, letting the newfound feeling sink in deep. His tongue was warm, wet, and exceedingly gentle—nothing like his fingers or even your own. You couldn’t begin to describe it, but that might be because, after a second lap of his tongue, you were already losing any and all coherency. 

You made a few strained sounds, flowery and pathetic, but supported yourself on trembling elbows to watch. When you met Eren’s eyes, he only stopped licking at you to say, “Tell me what feels good.”

“Everything.” The word tumbled out of your mouth desperately. “Everything feels good.”

You felt his laugh just before he closed his mouth back over you. He continued having his way with you, sucking and licking at you, saliva and slick making a mess of his pretty face as he staggered kisses between his laps. Whenever his lips brushed against your clit, your legs would flex tight. He hooked his arms around them, laying them over his strong shoulders. You felt the way his fingers dug into the fat of your thighs, locking them in place while he circled his lips around your clit with more pressure than before.

“Ah—oh,” you moaned, your back leaving the bed to press your pussy further into his face, as if you could have him any closer—you know, until you’d have him inside you. But that would come soon enough.

Eren didn’t ask this time; he knew exactly how he was making you feel. And you were thankful for it because you couldn’t dream of him stopping. You needed more, lacing a hand through his locks and pulling lightly, encouraging him. He groaned against you, clearly liking it, so you did it again.

He was sloppy with it while still… thoughtful? That didn’t feel like the correct word for it, but even as he made out with the most intimate part of you, he did it with intention, doing that thing again, whatever it was, with his tongue pointed, because he had quickly learned you liked it. No, he showed you that you liked it. Loved it, actually; it was excruciatingly evident by the breathless sounds you made. 

And when Eren paired his tongue with his sucking lips, swirling it against your clit, you came with your own hand clamped over your mouth. Your entire body gained a pulse of its own. It was much stronger than your first orgasm and longer-lasting, too. The muscles of your stomach wound and released while you rode out your high, Eren groaning against you just as pleasedly. 

Only once you were no longer propped on your elbows but flopped against the bed did Eren let up. Your thighs were still trembling as he kissed a pathway back to your side. You both sat with heaving chests, though yours much heavier than his, and you were beginning to question how you were supposed to go for another round. You hadn’t even reached the—for lack of a better word—main event yet. Truthfully, you expected Eren to throw you to your bed, pop your metaphorical cherry, and be done with it. But now you had already orgasmed twice and he still had his sweatpants on. 

You should probably do something about that, shouldn’t you?

“I wanna touch you, too.”

While innocent, it was the most you had communicated with him this far, so he didn’t stop you when you reached for him. He was more than ready for it. 

You explored him a bit, tracing over his length and discovering what touches made him twitch beneath your touch, still as chaste as ever. 

“Show me,” you purred.

It wasn’t that you didn’t know what to do—a hand job was far from rocket science. It was more like if you had to show him yours, then you wanted to see his. You wanted to watch. 

Eren tugged his sweatpants and boxers down his legs. His cock sprung out, nearly slapping against the low part of his abs. Already, his tip was wetted, needy for anything after going untouched this long, even if it was his own hand. 

He wrapped his fingers around his shaft, working his fist over his cock, faster, until he was jerking himself off for you. His breath, fanning just above your head, went from steady to ragged, his chest tight.

You watched him for a moment, already needing to touch him. You pushed yourself upright, perched so that your knees brushed against his thigh, ready to take him with both hands. 

“Hold on.”

You glanced at him. He fidgeted, like he was about to say something but retracted it immediately. He sounded hesitant, looked even more hesitant, when he asked, “Can you—can you spit in your hand first?”

“Oh, um.” You looked at your open palm and tried your best to collect some saliva in your mouth. It was a little daunting, knowing he was watching as you did it, but he didn’t seem to mind. 

No, he definitely didn’t mind. Not in the slightest. But he wouldn’t admit that to you right now. 

You took him in your hand, mimicking how he did it, with a loose wrist and your grasp slightly firm. When you squeezed over his tip, you heard the sharp inhale it pulled from him, noted how his pelvis flexed. Eren’s hand closed over yours. He was going to show you exactly how he liked it. 

Eren moved your hand for you, gripping it whenever you reached the head of his cock. His pinched breaths turned into groans, his brows hanging low over his keen eyes. That was when he started thrusting, fucking your hand, and nearly forgot where he was—forgot whose hand he was using like his own personal toy.

“Spit on it,” he grunted, that temperate side of him growing unrestrained. 

He didn’t mean to come off so crass, not in front of you, not this soon. It was just that Eren couldn’t remember the last time he came from a handjob, but he was nearly there, with your hands so dainty and velvety around him. Not to mention the spit dribbling from your pretty lips before you spread it down his cock—he was about to lose his last smidgen of composure. 

Thankfully, he remembered the reason why he was here. He had a much bigger agenda than fucking your hand. How could he have forgotten already that he was here for you?

“That’s—ah, shit.” Selfishly, Eren waited for another second before releasing your hand. You continued stroking him eagerly, and it felt wrong to stop you, but he did just that with his hand around your forearm. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep going.”

“Sorry,” you said, your hands now politely to yourself and folded on your lap.

With a short, huffing laugh, he told you, “You do not have to apologize for that. Believe me.”

His chuckle had you smiling again. That closed-mouth, coy smile that he was quickly learning might become the death of him. He straightened out, taking your chin between his fingers to kiss you again.

“Lay back for me,” he whispered. 

You fell into the mess of pillows and tangled sheets, making yourself comfortable while Eren fetched the condom. You didn’t know what the feeling was—trepidation, anticipation, excitement, perhaps all three—but it bubbled in your stomach as you watched him rip the wrapper before rolling on the latex.

He pumped himself a few times as he reminded, “We can stop at any time if you need.”

Eyes wide and fixed onto him—specifically on his cock, which he’d soon gape you on—you asked, “Do we need a safe word?”

He laughed again, through his nose like earlier, but only because you were so agonizingly cute about it. “I think ‘stop’ will work just fine.”

You did that smile again, winding the knot in his stomach more than he even thought possible. Eren was so close to snapping—not like that! Not hurting you, never. More like coming undone, turning into a puddle of himself, finishing humiliatingly early—that sort of snapping. He didn’t know what had him feeling this way, but something about you made him feel like the virgin here. 

He didn’t dare push inside yet, not only for your sake but for his. His eyes, now brazen and alert, scanned over you, staring you straight in the face like a silent check-in. And when you gave him the go-ahead, nothing more than a bobble of your head, slowly, he tilted his hips into yours. 

With you unbelievably tight around him, he stilled with only his tip inside you. Even so, his breath had already hitched in his throat. He couldn’t hold back, he simply couldn’t. And when he gave you a little more, between his eyes flittering shut, he caught the scrunch of your nose. 

There was a stretch, a certain fullness. It didn’t necessarily hurt, but it didn’t exactly feel like he belonged in there, either. It was considerate of him to take his time with you, prep you with his fingers and tongue. But even so, with his cock only halfway inside, you had your nails dug deep into his biceps. 

“How’re you doing?” Eren asked. 

“I’m—” You glanced at where your bodies were connecting. There was still more of him to take. “Okay.”

It didn’t appear like he believed you, which was fair because it was a shaky statement at best. “It’s too much?”

“A little,” you sheepishly admitted. 

He pulled out of you, and even that made you wince. Your shoulders dropped back to the mattress, every muscle in your body easing up now that he wasn’t bullying inside you. 

"Here.” Eren rolled onto his back. He guided you on top of him, set you so your knees straddled his waist, his cock resting between your legs. Somehow, it looked even longer like that, laid upon his abs. “Let’s try it like this.”

Like this? It felt incredibly vulnerable from up here, where he could see you—in all your glory—bouncy above him. Plus, you hardly knew what you were doing; you had just given your first handjob! If you were being honest, you thought you’d just sort of lay there and take it from him, and now he was expecting you to ride him? It was intimidating, to say the least, even if Eren tried to assure you it wasn’t.

“You have total control this way.”

That was the exact thing you feared. You didn’t want any control. What if you did something wrong? 

Apparently, you didn’t do a great job at masking your worry because Eren immediately placed his hands on your hips, not taking them in his grasp but rubbing his thumbs encouragingly against your skin. 

The entire point of this was to trust him. That was why you were doing this—losing it to Eren, someone who wouldn’t make fun of you. That way, when it really mattered, you wouldn’t royally fuck up. And after getting this far, there was no chance in hell you would end the night a virgin. Well, half-virgin.

Ready to try again, you drew a deep breath, lifting yourself to your knees. Before you reached for him, like the new sexpert that you were, you spat in the palm of your hand, not minding Eren’s eyes this time. You stroked over the condom, mixing its lube with your saliva, then lined his cock up with you. 

Carefully, you sat down. He only reached as deep as before, but the pressure was nowhere near what it once was. You rolled your hips, testing different angles to see what worked best—how you could get more of him, all of him, inside you. 

Eren curved a hand around the nape of your neck, cooing, “Come here.”

He brought you in for a kiss—more than a kiss—his tongue immediately licking into your mouth the second your lips crashed into his, tasting every one of your contented, little hums.

He snaked a hand between your legs, lazily thumbing over your clit until your lips were unable to match his fervency. It was more like you were moaning against his mouth, right into it, sharing each of his breaths until your cheeks sweltered. He melted you from the inside out, softening you up like butter until you were flush against his pelvis—as easy as that. Cautiously, you started rocking your hips.

“That’s it,” Eren whispered into the corner of your mouth.

With quivering arms, you held yourself up with your palms pressed into his chest. Perched proudly atop him, the tip of his cock reached deeper, filling you deeper than anything else had before. It stole your breath, almost like you felt him in your throat.

Eren admired how your mouth fell into an adorable ‘o’ before you started moving. As though a switch had flipped, you were suddenly rolling your hips against him—slowly, of course—repeatedly having him hit that delicious spot again as you indulgently chased after your third orgasm.

“You’re doing so good, taking me well for—for your first time.”

Shit. Eren remembered he was taking your virginity. 

He inhaled sharply, hoping you wouldn’t notice how his voice gave way, or how his cock jolted inside you when he realized he was the first to have you like this. His cock was the first to fill you, stretch you, mold you to accommodate him. Only him. 

“Do what feels good for you, baby.”

The pet name slipped past him before he could wrangle it back, but you didn’t seem to catch it. Or, at least, you didn’t mind. 

No, you were too busy to hear him, more occupied with getting a feel for what you liked best. Eren let you use his cock freely because—what, was he supposed to stop you? Fuck no. He would let you continue forever if you desired it, so long as you’d continue gifting him with such lovely and lewd expressions—the sweet curl of your lip, the knit of your determined brows as your thighs had surely started to burn.

But, boy, it was quite the challenge, letting you have your way with him. You could only keep your pace for a moment or two before you’d take a break. Such a fucking tease, and you didn’t even know it. It was endearing how worn out you were from everything that came before this, and all Eren wanted was to dig his heels into your bed, pound away at that tight pussy of yours, and show you just how wonderful he could make you feel. 

It was a test of strength for him, whether he could hold back or not, because finally, you looked like you were enjoying yourself on his cock. You took him with short strokes, a simple tilt of your hips back and forth once you realized you could grind your clit into his pelvis.

He could tell you were close, from the way you fluttered around him to the gasps getting caught in your throat from the added, and absolutely euphoric, pressure. 

“Just like that. Keep going. Make yourself come for me.” 

The gravel in Eren’s voice pushed you closer to the edge. There was a growl to it, and you could feel it vibrate through you. You tossed your head back with a cry loud enough to wake a neighbor as you shoved a hand between your legs, desperate to come. 

Eren shushed you dotingly, but there was a grin on his face as he placed his sticky palm against your mouth. “Can’t let them hear us now, can we?”

He felt your heady breath as you panted, trying to reach your peak. When you couldn’t ride him any longer, your hips an erratic sputter, he beamed up at you, slack-jawed smile and all, and said, “Feel good? Need some help?”

Too overwhelmed, you couldn’t even nod your head. You babbled uselessly.

“Want me to fuck you, just a little? Get you coming on my cock?”

“Yes, please—oh, God, Eren.”

When he started to move, thrusting into you ever so slightly, you were already scratching your nails down his chest. It was no bother to him, though. He only wanted you to do it again.

When you came, you squeezed him so perfectly that he thought he might explode. It was taking his last bit of self-control to fuck you at such a steady and slow pace when, in reality, he only wanted to hammer into you. Eren felt like he was moments away from boiling over. His face was burning, and he could feel the sweat beading in his hairline from this aching, pent-up desire within him. After fingering you, going down on you—no, after days of fantasizing about you—he needed release.

Even you could see it—the unmistakable flush of his face now spreading to the base of his neck and spanning his chest. As blissed out as you were, limply collapsed on top of him, you mumbled against his skin, “Eren, I want you to come, too.”

And how could he turn that down? Now that you had come three times, he figured he could finally have his turn. 

“I’m gonna go a bit faster now. You tell me if that’s okay or not.”

Before he could even flinch, you assured him, “It’s okay. I want you to.”

The soft laziness of your voice, the dreaminess seeping through it like syrup—it was too much. 

Eren took you by the hips first, holding your body pliant for him to thrust into. He started with long drags of his cock, letting his tip kiss your entrance before stuffing himself back inside you. Each time he bottomed out, he bit back every vulgar curse he wanted to hiss into your ear. 

Then, he flattened his hands against your back, folding you into him with his palms seared into your shoulder blades. Your face was smothered in the crook of his neck as he fucked up into you. The bed began to squeak, like a mockery of your tiny bleats.

“You all right?” Eren asked, his voice hoarse.

You only made an affirmative sound that got muffled as you burrowed against him. With your chest warm, like a tingling between your lungs, and your head stuck somewhere in the clouds, you took him in a speechless, almost surreal, bliss. How fiercely he needed you, if only for a blip in time, was intoxicating.

And in that fleeting moment, the sin of it, the forbiddenness surrounding you, had vanished. Eren was sure it would rear itself again, that was for certain. He could predict the ripple of guilt that’d course through him once he inevitably faced what he’d done. But even if it meant betraying his best friend, he couldn’t find it within himself to regret it.

Especially when he realized how fucking good it felt to come inside you. With his arms locked around your waist, your entire body smushed against his, he snapped his hips into you, as if he could possibly fuck you any deeper. He emptied himself into the condom as a groan tore through his throat, the hum of it against the shell of your ear like a final shudder down your spine. 

He pulled out of you, faintly cursing as he did. You flopped at his side, entirely spent, and stared at the ceiling with fuzzy, unfocused vision. The rush of adrenaline was on a steep comedown, and you were already starting to feel it. Sore, but extremely satisfied. 

“You should probably go to the bathroom—to pee and stuff,” Eren said, that familiar, boyish side already returning in full force. 

Pee. Got it.

You only muttered a ‘yeah’ before you redressed and tip-toed off to the bathroom down the hallway. There, you wiped yourself clean, forced yourself to pee, and gave yourself a good long look in the mirror.

In just one night, you had hit every base. By definition, a home run, in your book—and with your brother’s ‘cute friend,’ at that. 

You were shocked to see Eren was still there when you returned to your bedroom. He had on his boxers and tee already, stepping into his sweatpants as you opened the door. He gave you a soft smile as you hopped into your bed. 

Then, even more surprisingly, he asked, “Do you want me to stay?”

Eren knew he should leave unless he hoped to get caught. Still, he thought it was the right thing to say.

You giggled, “I think my brother would kill you if he found you in here.”

He laughed along with you, but when it settled, he crawled beneath your sheets anyway.

Though you felt uncertain about it, he consoled it away with, “Don’t worry. I’ll just hang here until you fall asleep.” You at least deserved that.

He turned the light off and let you rest your head against his chest, your arm looped around his waist. You didn't know where the urge to cuddle came from, and neither did he, but he didn't question it. It was comfortable, even as he waited for that pang of guilt to hit.

But it never did. And once he heard your breathing taper to a peaceful drone, he slipped out of your bed and snuck back down to the basement. That stupid air mattress felt a whole lot more comfortable now.

Finally, Eren had scratched the itch he couldn't kick, just to get it out of his system. Now, there was absolutely no way he'd think of you again—not that kittenish little smile nor how you curled against him in your sleep—and definitely not while you were three hours away at school…

Right?

✧ continue to part two ✧

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[grnherbs]

I don't want to set the world on fire.

eighteen plus, mdni.

this is a corrupt cop!leon story which will have dark themes such as abduction, yandere, smut (noncon, dubcon), stockholm syndrome, violence & manipulation but content warnings will be on every chapter. i plan for this to be a multi part story but we'll see how it goes !!

wc: 1.2k

cw: kidnapping, corrupt cop, yandere, violence (hitting), spitting, crying, personality change?, concussion, talk of minor injuries, handcuffs, pet names, delusional leon, fear, dacryphilia (kinda?),

you begin to learn new things about your best friend that you never thought would conceivably be true as you try to navigate his personality when he returns as a cop from raccoon city.

“stop wriggling, you're not getting out of those cuffs” he eyes you up in the rearview mirror, his ashy blonde hair falling in front of his eyes before running a leather gloved hand to push it back into place as you continue to move around, the cold metal gripping your wrists as you bite your lip in frustration and he takes a right at the traffic lights, the old tyre's of the cop car screeching slightly as he pulls away.

“please officer kennedy… leon, you know me, i don’t usually do these things, my record is clean, my parents can’t know about this please” you plead with him but he just turns his head back to the road, gripping the steering wheel, pulling out into the junction turning left, shaking his head at your whining.

“you know better than this, i’m really ashamed of you sweetheart, i really thought you were a nice girl, and nice girls don’t do what you’ve done this evening” he berates you and a blush of humiliation settles on your cheeks, looking down at your lap as your childhood friend and neighbour scolds you, a tear falling from your eye.

“please, c’mon i’ll do anything, you can’t tell my parents. you know they’ll kill me” you start to sob and he tuts at you, you continue to stare at your legs, tears still falling as he drives along the rough unfamiliar terrain and pulls into a… driveway? It was dark and you couldn’t even see any street lights, regardless of the blurry tears in your eyes.

“leon, w-where are we? weren’t we going to the station?” you question as he pulls up and turns off the engine, hands settling still on the steering wheel, the leather squeaking as he grips it, ignoring your questioning. the silence was deafening, before getting out the car, slamming the door behind him, causing you to jump and leaving you alone in the vehicle, shaking slightly, where were you?

a few moments go by as he opens the car door by your side, hand reaches in to grip your arm roughly causing you to gasp out and screech quietly “ouch!! leon” you squeal before he places his free arm around your mouth, no chance of allowing sound to leave it.

you begin to panic and scratch at his arms as he dragged you along by your waist, kicking out, what was he doing? whose house was this? It looked abandoned, the plants growing up the walls, yellowed panels lined the outside and the little grass you could see was even overgrown or dead.

he grips you tighter now, as you try to escape his solid, non moving grasp, barely audible squeaks leaving your lips and he practically growls “shut. up. you're only going to make this worse” he says sharply at you and your eyes widen at this, the soft cop who’d been your neighbour for the last decade, the soft blonde boy you’d grown up with, disappearing immediately and the panic truly settles in as a cold shiver whips through your body.

the last thing you remember before the hit to the head had been the bruising grip he had on you and the world fades to black.

drip.

drip..

drip…

the cold hit of water on your cheek had your eyes open quickly, taking in a gasp as you looked around yourself, hugging your arms immediately to your chest, breathing heavily. the cold stone floor was a shock to your system and the damp mouldy puddle growing by your head was still being dripped into from a wet patch on the ceiling. the room around you was dusty, a singular dirty and yellowed light fixture and hardly lit bulb hanging from the flimsy looking, almost makeshift ceiling, barely worth having as it dimly lit the room.

you rub your eyes, touch the shallow forming bump which had begun to grow on your forehead, before hearing the jingle of a cold chain attached to your wrist and that's exactly when you notice the other one on your ankle on the opposing side, another sharp breath leaving your body when reality begins to settle in. looking up and scanning your surroundings once more, you see nothing save for a window at the very top of the room, with bars across it, a stairway that was entirely out of reach. and a metal fold up chair in the middle of the room.

thats when you saw the feet perched either side of it, the individual leaning over the back of it where he was sat the wrong way round. “there you are darling, been waiting for you to open your pretty eyes, you know.. you make the most adorable noises when you’re sleeping” he chuckles dryly to himself, the silver in his hand catching the light, which you came to realise was a knife, he was twisting quietly in his hand, watching your eyes adjust.

you gulped and his dark eyes met yours through messy hair, looking through you “what’s the matter baby? cat got your tongue?” he tilts his head to take you in fully. you refuse to break eye contact with him until the throbbing in your head returns once more, rubbing it and breathing through the nausea it was making you feel.

“afraid you might have a minor concussion sweetheart, you just wouldn’t… stop wriggling away from me, so i had to put you to sleep” he gets up, pushing the chair away, knife in hand, and he kneels before you, hand coming out to stroke your cheek and you move your head back but he grips your jaw roughly making you look at him. “silly girl, huh? it’s just me baby, just your lee…” you felt sick to your stomach as he repeats the nickname and a single tear fell from your face as he said this.

he pulls you in for a tight hug which you settle into for a second, his hand gently stroking your hair and you feel the wave of confidence as your free leg comes up to kick his shin, but he’s quicker than you are, gripping your leg as his fist comes into contact with your cheek almost instinctively, causing you to fall to the side and he stands.

“you fucking stupid bitch!” he shouts at you through gritted teeth, leaning over to spit on your face, backing up and holding the knife out to you. “fine, you wanna act like a stupid bitch, we’ll see how pliant you are after a few cold lonely nights down here”. He tuts as he moves away, foot on the bottom step, taking one last look at the sight and shaking his head “keep crying all you want, it only makes me hard.”

and you pout out at him, a shallow gasp at his cruelty, his footsteps disappearing up the stairs and the light turning off, bolting the door shut and your breath picks up in the darkness surrounding you, a sting settling on your wounded cheek, wiping off the spit he had laid on you. the cold picked up in the barren of the basement, you rock yourself gently as you settle in for a night alone. the sound of his familiar car engine pulling out of the drive meant you were truly alone and you fell into sleep once more, trying to ignore the nausea settling into your stomach.

#leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy imagine #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy resident evil #leon kennedy smut drabble #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy angst #resident evil #resident evil imagines #resident evil smut #resident evil angst #i don't want to set the world on fire by grnherbs #dark fic #dark leon kennedy #corrupt cop!leon kennedy #corrupt cop leon

[yandereunsolved]

Roses are Red; Violets are Blue - ,, yandere pre-death Tate

cw(s): yandere themes, suggestive themes, mention of cocaine, Tates actions (the lighting of a human on fire & a school shooting) a/n: Tate is aged up here and is in college instead of high school. He dies at age twenty-one instead of seventeen, because it feels weird to write an older teen as a romantic yandere. Mentions of Violet— she's eighteen and a senior in high school.

✧ You both grew up together, sort of. You were always someone Tate could never talk to. He was a bit too scared to speak with you. You just seemed so perfect, and he was not. You moved into his neighborhood when you both were much younger. His hellish 'mother' didn't like your family for a reason; he never quite paid attention. It was something about you all not being holy enough. About how you were going to corrupt her perfect golden son. There was nothing you taught Tate about himself that he wasn't bound to figure out. He learned about boners after peeping through your window one night while you were changing after a shower. He learned the true meaning of the words 'I love you' after he overheard you speaking of how excited you were for the new Nirvana album. You even taught him how to follow people and not get caught by that person or the authorities. All this, and he still hadn't had a proper conversation with you yet.

✧ You legally started your friendship relationship sometime early in your freshman year, on October 30th, 1991. It was just something else that made him fall head over heels once again for you. He was having an already shitty day when some athletic losers began bullying him. He was getting pushed around for the umpteenth time this week when he tried to fight back. He got knocked on his ass and a nose that was both broken and remarkably bloody. You rushed over and offered to help him. He brushed you off and was a bit snappy; he still regrets that to this day. He just didn't want you to see how desperate he was for your attention. He craved your touch. If it weren't for all the blood on his face, you would have easily noticed how flushed his face was from just being in your vicinity.

✧ You offered to take him to the nurses office, and he 'begrudgingly' agreed. He was bouncing on his heels in his mind, and he swears that his nose bleed got worse. You even offered to help him walk there if he was dizzy, and naturally, he leaned on you. He even took a whiff of your scent near your neck. He had to resist nuzzling into you because you just felt so warm, like home. Like a home he never had. He asked you to stay even after the nurse said you could go back to class. He'd made up some lame excuse about you being a witness and him having to report it. Such a fucking lie. None of the administrators would give a shit. Everyone in this godforsaken college is an adult. So 'bullying' doesn't exist, apparently. At least the college is near both of your houses.

✧ That's the best part. This is your first real interaction, and you are already inviting him over. You feel bad that his nose got sprained and that the nurse had to reset it. So you—

'Oh my god, you called me cute!? You said you saw me around the neighborhood all these years and were too shy to talk to me. You've always been so shy. You've always been someone who needed someone to take care of you. You'd take care of me so well. We could happily take care of each other. Wait, sorry. I'm rambling too much. Iris, get back with the headcanons before I go on about them for another three hours.'

Made sure that he didn't get left alone. You heard from around the neighborhood that his mother is kind of nuts. So you thought he would be the same, but he's actually kind of awkward and distant, and sweet. You two spent the entire night together and ended up having a sleepover. Tate likes it a lot more when the sleepovers are consensual and not him climbing through your window, crawling into your bed, cuddling into you, then leaving you right before you wake.

✧ Something you have to know about Tate is that he is undeniably a pervert. Constance ruined any chance he ever had to take a girl out on a date. Then, when his casual interest turned into an obsession, he was able to sneak out without alerting her. So just being around you makes his mind run wild and his hands perspire. He steals your undergarments the most—it doesn't matter what they are. It could be anything from a lacy bra to a pair of men's boxers. He always steals your oldest items because your scent is ingrained into their very fabrics. He hides the items he 'borrows' from you in a box behind a brick in the basement. He goes down there every night and inhales your heavenly scent. His eyes roll back in his head, and suddenly he has a problem that he has to take care of.

✧ That's not where his perverted nature ends, either. He suddenly became very interested in photography. He buys a secret camera to use whenever he 'sees' you. Whenever he watches you when you aren't aware. He takes photos of you doing the most mundane things: exercising, cooking, working on homework, walking, breathing, and blinking. He also takes photos of you while sleeping, getting out of the shower, stretching, and wearing those skimpy little clothes of yours. It makes his mouth water fervently. The photos quickly pile up. He keeps the physical photos in the same box behind the same removed brick.

✧ He buys you more pretty clothes. Most of them are revealing, but you seem to like that. At least that's what he's seen in you in your private life. Of course, you don't know they are from him. He's too insecure for that. So he wraps them up all nice and pretty and leaves them on your bed. He always writes down 'your secret admirer' on the packaging. He opens your window when you and your family are gone and leaves them then. If he is feeling more confident, then he'll open your window and put the package on the floor. You start locking your window after that. So he's constantly breaking the lock on your window. When the family gets the police involved, he gets extremely upset. He begins to ignore you, so you know exactly how he feels when you ignore his gifts and say it's from some 'creepy stalker'.

✧ You are understandably confused when one of your closest friends begins ignoring you. You think he might be scared of the fact that you have a stalker. It makes you desperate. You don't want to be left alone. You need your friend. That makes Tate all giddy inside. He gets to stay near you whenever he wants. As much as he pleases? You seem so scared of some hypothetical boogeyman. It's just sweet ole' him! Not that you know that. He understands, though. He'd be pretty upset if some random man started doing the things he's doing for you. No other man could be as devoted to you as he is.

✧ Slowly, the number of your friends and close family dwindles. Each of your friends either cuts contact with you or disappears altogether. Now, now, Tate has put so much effort into this for you. It wasn't easy. It wasn't something he could pull off on his own. He had to scrounge around for as much money as he could to hire a hitman on several occasions. He stole the money from his mother's various rich and fleeting boyfriends. She would use them up soon enough anyway. So there's no reason for him to care about their financial well-being. Besides, he is doing it for a noble cause—a war is yet to come.

✧ He takes a different approach when it comes to isolating you from your family members. He will get along well with your family. Insert himself as a shy, college kid that lives down the street and is best friends with their child—their only friend, really. His mother picks up on this and is immediately displeased. Of course she has only scratched the surface of the iceberg that is Tates twisted delight.

"As long as you don't fuck that godless slut, I suppose you can be around them."

He wanted to snap his mother's neck right then and there. Lucky for her, he had other plans. He inserts himself into every facet of your family's life. He slowly learns the skeletons in your family members closets. Did you know your cousin once had a lewd dream about your partner? Did you know your grandfather cheated on his spouse not once but twice? Did you know your Aunt once tried to poison you? Did you know? Did you know? Did you know?

Some of those may have been slightly exaggerated or entirely made up, but you completely trust him, so what is there to worry about? 

Soon enough the only one you trust is Tate.

✧ You connect the dots somewhat, but at this point, you don't quite care. You just want this stalker to stop. You just want Tate. When Tate learns his feelings are somewhat reciprocated, the stalkings become less frequent. After all, if he is always allowed to be around you, then he doesn't have to stalk you anymore. 

✧ He starts giving you love notes after the two of you begin dating. The stalker fades into the background, and suddenly only Tate is there. He is perfect for you. He is your dream boyfriend. He writes these cheesy and poetic letters about his adoration for you. Some of them are creepy—really creepy. You can look over that, though. It's just Tate being Tate. He was never confident enough to share them with you while he was just your 'creepy stalker'. Now he gives them to you freely. Sometimes they are just little doodles. Other times, they are cheesy words. Occasionally, they do have a tendency to get a bit violent. 

'Me & U 4ever.' '1+1=Let Me Fuck You Up' 'Love you more than Kurt Cobain' 'Let's go to a music festival and have fun~ ;)' 'Wanna sneak out later when your parents aren't home?' 'Is that bitch bothering you again?' 'Commit arson?' 'The thoughts are back.' 'Need you' 'I just want to keep you in my pocket and then lock you in a cage that only I have the key to for all eternity.'

✧ Everything was perfect until it wasn't. For some reason, you started distancing yourself from him. You had found a new friend group. You had found someone more healthy than Tate. Tate's hold on you was beginning to crumble. It was like he was trying to hold your disintegrating heart in his hands. You weren't spending every single moment with him. Whether this was actually happening or if this was just his paranoia is unknown. It got to him, though. It got to him worse than anything else could.

✧ He lost it one day. He snapped. It was a comment that his mother's new boyfriend made. Well, multiple comments. He found a secret collection of your things. He had done a bit of digging and began to learn just how unhinged his girlfriend's son was. Instead of immediately reporting him to the police, he confronted Tate instead. He threatened him with calling the police. He said that he was going to tell everyone about how much of a freak Tate was. He was going to tell Tates, dear mommy, that her golden child was actually a depraved, perverted loser who got off on stalking his partner.

✧ He needed to be gone. That was the one thing that ran through his mind. They had gotten into a screaming match that night. Luckily, no one was home except them and the ghosts. The energy was charged and electrified. The Murder House had set its sights on its next victim, and it was more than eager to swallow him whole. The devil in his mind didn't whisper any longer; he shouted. He spoke in a loud and commanding tone and told Tate exactly what to do and when to do it. How to win your affection back.

✧ He snorted a line of cocaine and grabbed his rifle and some gasoline. He lit that fucker up at his work. He was no longer his mother's boyfriend. He was just a charred corpse. He had one problem taken care of. Now, just one more stop—your college, our college. He needed to get rid of those little friends of yours. So, he did. Every single one of them he shot dead in front of you. He looked you straight in the eyes and pointed the barrel at your head. There was no restraint or morality in his hazel eyes. There was only darkness—a certain unhinged spark you had only seen in fleeting moments. Now it was a mighty flame, and it was coming to burn everything you knew to the ground.

✧ He made you beg for your life. He made you like it. He took you right there at that table and acted like it meant nothing. He kissed you deeply and dug his fingers into your living flesh. He knew it would be the last time he would have you in such a way—as long as he was living anyway. You were covered in bite marks and his residue by the time the cops came. 

You heard the next day that they shot him multiple times. You had mixed feelings. They had asked you if he had your consent. You said yes. They didn't believe you. You didn't like that. You didn't like that you liked it so much. You hated yourself for it. You couldn't help but admire the marks he left on you. They were like pieces of art. They'll fade, but the feeling of his fingertips ghosting your body in the most intimate manner won't.

✧ He gets extremely lonely; boredom overtakes him. He still has that box filled with your things, so he's always going through it. It's almost sadistically hilarious. He started with only his fantasies, and now they are the only thing he has again. At least he now knows what your skin feels like and how you taste. You have those things to keep him company. Not to mention, some of your clothes still smell like you. They're his comfort items. If any entity in the house tries to touch them, he will have an immediate meltdown. So, they've all learned to leave him alone when he's having his private time—his fantasies of you, him frenzily groping the cloth like it were your own soft, tender, plush flesh. 

✧ He was surprised when you came to visit the house once again. Tate revealed himself immediately and hung on to you needily. He peppered kisses all over your face and neck. He was so unbelievably relieved by the fact that you forgave him. You promised to visit again and again over the years. It made his soul soar; he almost feared that he had passed onto heaven and that you were only an illusion in his mind. You both did what you always did. You seemed cautious at first, but some part of you just stuck with Tate.

✧ Many seasons passed, and you visited him less and less. You moved on to better and greater things in your life than him. He isn't exactly sure what happened to you. You just stopped visiting him one day. The entire house became a lot more frigid and foreboding after that. There would be no heavy make-out sessions that left the both of you breathless. There would be no more late nights spent talking about everything and anything going on in the world. There would be no seeing your age, your beautiful face, and your figure known only to his mind. There would be none of that. Only him. All alone...

✧ Now, after all these years, he admires a girl who reminds him of his first love. Those tendrils of obsessive ectasy sneak into his heart once again as he hears her name, Violet. It was like the world had regained its color—well, a singular color. One fact about you rang in his mind over and over like a never-ending church bell as he watched the new family move in.

"Oh, my favorite color? It's Violet, silly."

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[bullet-prooflove]

Eeeee, okay, you know I gotta: 11. When you've been fighting for it all your life for my baby Will Trent 💕

Will doesn’t realise who your father is, not until he finds the photograph by accident. He’s trying to put up a bookshelf above the cabinet in your home office when the damn thing slips from his hand and crashes into the picture frame of your college graduation.

He curses under his breath as it clatters onto the floor before he bends down to pick up the pieces. It’s a picture he’s seen a thousand times throughout the course of the relationship, he just hadn’t realised that up until that moment that he hadn’t seen the whole picture. He’s always thought it was just you and your mom but then he unfolds the part of the image that’s been tucked behind the frame, and he sees your father.

Benito Iglesias.

It’s a name that no one in Georgia law enforcement is likely to forget any time soon, he guesses that’s why you’ve hidden it.

Camilla Rodrigez is what he knows you by, your mother’s maiden name he suspects.

The timing of your transfer to GBI makes a lot more sense now. Captain Iglesias had been arrested almost eighteen months ago for corruption, along with several other cops in Atlanta PD.

It had been Will’s investigation.

You have to know, he thinks as he sits on the floor and stares at the picture, you have to know that he’s the man that sent your father to prison. It raises some questions about your relationship, the most pressing one being, was any of it even real?

He’s waiting for you in the living room, the photograph smoothed out across the coffee table when you return from the grocery store. You’re cooking dinner tonight as a thank you for him putting up the shelves that are currently still propped up against your desk.

“Why?” He asks you when you step through the door.

You hesitate when you see the picture laid out in front of him. Your demeanour changes and he feels the gap between the two of you grow as you set the bag of groceries down. You take a seat alongside of him before picking up the photograph, your thumb tracing over your father’s features before you clear your throat.

“He’s the reason I joined the police you know?” You say quietly, your gaze turning distance. “Now I wonder if he was doing it even back then.”

“He was.” Will finds himself saying. “There’s evidence dating as far back as 92.”

You raise your eyes up to the ceiling and he sees the tears on your lashes.

“I was away at a conference in LA when it happened, my mom called me to tell me he’d been arrested and it’s like my world just fell apart.” You tell him, clutching the image tightly between your hands. “Your dad’s a dirty cop, people assume that you’re a dirty cop. When I transferred to GBI, it was like a fresh start. New name, name place, nobody knew who I was…”

You use the back of your hand to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“It’s over, isn’t it?” You say softly as you set the photograph back down on the coffee table. “I lied to you…”

It’s in that moment that Will realises you have no idea that he’s the man that arrested your father. He wonders how that can be possible but then he remembers the sabbatical you took right before your transfer to GBI, studying law enforcement techniques in other states, you had told him. He realises the truth behind that now, you were struggling to come to terms with your father’s incarceration, the nature of his crimes…

He reaches for you, his thumb chasing away the tears that leak down your cheek. He doesn’t want to do this; he doesn’t want to destroy the most precious thing in his life but he’s a realist and he knows that this is going to come out sooner or later. It feels like someone is tearing his heart right out of his chest and he almost can’t bear it.

“I love you.” He tells you, his voice rough. “But you’re not going to love me after what I’m about to tell you.”

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Hear me out... the fic is pre unification and r is doveys adopted daughter...

They are in their final year as an ever and is top of the school/head girl however everything has started slipping recently. One night dovey can't find r anywhere so goes to see if lesso has seen r/ask her advice on R's recent shift in behaviour but ends up walking in on lesso and r making out. Lots of drama ensues as dovey is very much not happy with the arrangement claiming lesso is corrupting her little girl to which lesso rebuts that r was corrupted long before she got her hands on them. This only makes the situation worse and dovey with motherly concern starts interrogating the pair about their relationship and what lead to r's sudden change in behaviour.

Good girl gone bad| slight NSFW

*Authors note~ ahhh I love the way this can be so relatable but also fantasy at the same time. The underlying theme is sensitive but I'll do my best to handle it delicately*

Trigger warnings~ fear of coming out

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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When Dovey adopted you at two years old you would have never realised your life would turn out quite like this. You didn't know much of your birth parents, enough to know they weren't the kind of people worth knowing. All you've ever known is you momma. Dovey adopted you as a cheeky toddler who'd been through too much in her short life, her determination to give you the best life possible only grew.  At the age of two years old you would sit in your mommas office while she worked, you'd met every single professor in the Ever building and they all loved you, then you would head back to yours and your mommas living chambers to just be together.

It was no surprise to anyone that you were sorted into the School for Good, practically a shining start of good and kindness. You worked hard to please your mother, despite feeling secure in the fact she loved you, you always felt the need to work hard to ensure she would keep you. Crazy, you knew that but that's abandonment issues for you. You were always top of the class, helping around the school and with the younger students and eventually in your last year you became head girl. Truly there was no doubt that you were practically perfect in every way.

There were plenty of Evers, secretly waiting for your fall, years had gone by with no evidence of it ever happening. But then something changed within you. At eighteen years old you'd fallen in love, with someone you knew would cause tensions between you and your mother. Not just because they were a Never, but because of her gender. You hadn't told Clarissa about your sexuality, too afraid it will make her hate you. But you were tired of hiding a part of you, if she couldn't love you for who you were then did you really need her? You knew you did. You loved her and she had chosen you yet the internal battle was ripping you apart. You because to shut down, not caring how you acted or what you said, if she could stay during that then surly she can stay with you liking women. Right?

Your mother had tried to ask what was causing the issue but you just ignored her as though she wasn't there before leaving your quarters, going god knows where with god knows who. That was what caused Dovey to seek out a different perspective.

You had made your way to your girlfriends office, silently slipping in the room and making your way to sit on her lap. Her hands instantly found your back to support you as she took in the sight of you, "I missed you" you mumbled to the older women smiling when she replied "and I you little dove" before claiming your lips in a kiss. What was only intended to be a sweet reassuring kiss turned into a passionate make out session, as most kisses did with you two. Only this one cut short by the sound of your mothers voice and the extra presence in the room. Neither of you paid any mind to your mother. You were too scared to leave your lover's embrace and see just how mad she was, that meant coming clean about you. Lesso simply enjoyed getting under your mothers skin, even shooting her a wink as she continued to kiss you before pressing kisses into your neck.

"Lesso! You don't keep kissing my daughter after I've walked in!" She all but yelled causing you to tense up. It was rare she yelled but when she did there was always a good reason for it. Lesso soothing rubbed slow form circles into your back as you hid your face in her neck. "Leonora! What on earth were you thinking corrupting her like that? Are you the reason she's becoming so so... Never like!" Ouch okay that hurt and you were about to defend your girlfriend when she quickly hit back, "me? Corrupting her? Oh no she was already corrupted before me unfortunately" she made sure to add an extra thick layer of disappointment in the last word, "and her behaviour is all you Clarissa" she all but purred feeling you chuckle into her neck. You'd not really seen your mother be put in her place like that before.

As expected, your mother went on the rant of how true love was important and you shouldn't be wasting time with Lesso, your prince was out there waiting. And even had the nerve to ask if Leonora was treating you right. If you'd had sex. All the private stuff you'd rather not tell your mother. That's what caused you to snap, hoping off your girlfriends and beginning to pace. Both women had their eyes trained on you. One with motherly concern and confusion while the other love and worry. Leonora knew what was coming next, the explosion of words as you attempted to defend yourself by wrapping your arms around yourself, "momma! You can't say things like that to her. I love her momma. I sought her out, I kissed her first and yes we made love momma. Not sex but love. I don't want a prince when I can have her. I like women, always have and always will. And I choose her." You were interrupted by your girlfriend reminding you that if you didn't take a breath you could potentially trigger a panic attack. You ignored her and carried on with your emotional rant until you couldn't breathe.

Both women were edging towards you knowing all to well how to help you but all you could do is curl into your girlfriend and away from your mother, she stepped back and watched as Lesso cared for you in ways she'd never imagine Lesso to be capable of. Only when you were calm and fully functioning did you pull away and whisper, "momma. I love her and I love you I don't want to lose you but I don't want to hide no more."

The silence was deafening as you waited for some form of response. You got one a few moments later, "baby, I love you for you I just don't want you hurt. If lesso is who you choose then okay" she murmured before turning to your girlfriend with an almost murderous look, "and if you even think of hurting my baby I will kill you!" You had a feeling your girlfriend would quip back with something and she didn't disappoint, "oh how very ever like!" Causing you to giggle and go and hug your mother. "I love you momma. Thank you" and she pressed a kiss to your head and reminded you of her promise she made when she adopted you sixteen years ago, "I will always love you baby I just want you safe happy and warm."

Word count~ 1334

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marauders + associated characters!

gryffindor—🦁🔥🏆

black, sirius III- also called padfoot, he was born in 1959 to the house of black, one of the sacred twenty-eight. his parents were second cousins, and he did not have a good relationship with any member of his family nor extended family, except perhaps andromeda black. he rejected his family's values strongly, constantly emphasizing the differences between him and his family: making a shrine to godric gryffindor in his room, using permanent sticking charms to put up posters of motorcycles and muggle girls in bikinis on his walls. he and james potter were particularly popular, sirius' "thing" being that he was a bad boy- dark, handsome looks, arrogant, immense intellegence, and a tendency to ignore girls, which only made them want him more. he supported james potter wholeheartedly in his lifelong hatred for severus snape. they went out of their way to bully severus snape, and although he would later come to regret it, he never apologized. in his fifth year, he decided to play a "prank", telling severus snape about the passage through the whomping willow that led to the shrieking shack. severus snape went on a full moon, not knowing that remus lupin was transforming, forcing james potter to save severus snape. at age sixteen, he broke away from the house of black and was adopted by the potter family. he was disowned, but his uncle had pity on him and left him a large inheritance. he would later go on to be the best man and james potter and lily evans' wedding and the godfather of harry potter. Sirius was a tall, well-built, darkly handsome man with fair skin, medium, lustrous black hair, which sometimes appeared light in the sun, striking grey eyes, and an air of "casual elegance" as well as a somewhat haughty look on his face. in 1996, he died in a duel against his cousin bellatrix.

carter, richard- a former captain of the gryffindor quidditch team. he had a plaque up in gryffindor tower marking him as such by the early 1990s.

cresswell, dirk- born in 1961 to a muggle family, he began his education in 1972 at hogwarts. he was a favorite of professor horace slughorn, the potions master at the time. he was fluent in gobbledegook, the language of goblins. he would then go on to become the head of the goblin liaison office in the ministry of magic. he would later be murdered in 1998 for evading the muggle-born registration commission led by a corrupted ministry of magic, then infiltrated by death eaters. he is assumed to be one of slughorn's "all-time favorite students", implying proficiency in potions. he is also capable on a broomstick, and in very skilled in charms, able to perform a non-corporeal patronus charm, which is considered incredibly advanced magic.

evans, lily- born in cokewell in 1960, the same town as severus snape, she was in a muggle family. evidently, she was better off than severus snape's family, as her sister petunia sneered at him for coming from a poverty-stricken neighborhood. it was severus snape that told her she was a witch, which caused a rift between her and petunia, who wanted to attend hogwarts with her. she was skilled at potions, leading her to be a member of the slug club. in her years at hogwarts, she continuously stood up for severus snape, despising james potter for bullying him, despite not approving of his death eater friends, until, one day, he lashed out at her. he asked for forgiveness, but when asked whether he would still become a death eater, she realized he wouldn't change for her, thus, they parted ways. during her seventh year, however, she saw james potter prove himself to be brave and responsible, so she began to date him. she was also head girl alongside his being head boy. she would then go on to marry him at eighteen, also attending her sister petunia's wedding, although being devastated that she was not a bridesmaid. she is described as vivacious, popular, responsible, witty, charming, and kind. she was also a woman of great integrity. she had a slight temper and a sharp tongue, but was also willing to give people second chances. she was described as beautiful, with thick, dark red hair that fell to her shoulders, and almond-shaped bright green eyes. she would soon go on to meet an untimely death at the hands of voldemort in 1981.

king, r.j.h- born in 1957 or earlier, he attended hogwarts in the 60s. he was on gryffindor's quidditch team, and won an award for it in 1969. the plaque was shared with james potter and m.g. mcgonagall.

lupin, remus- born in 1960 to wizard lyall lupin and muggle hope howell, moony was infected with lycanthropy at five years old by fenrir greyback, who wanted revenge against remus' father, who was angry that fenrir had been released from trial. at that time, there was no cure. at first, during transformations, he would be brought to the shrieking shack, but the isolation nearly drove him mad. however, he soon became friends with james potter, sirius black and peter pettigrew. he tried to make excuses for his monthly transformations, but, by their second year, the other three had figured it out. by fifth year, each of the three boys had become animagi illegally for his sake. james potter became a red stag, earning the nickname prongs. sirius black, dubbed padfoot, became a bear-like black dog. peter pettigrew earned the name wormtail via his rat animagus. with them, he became more tame, in a way- even though he transformed, there was still some of him that was there in his mind. he was somewhat of a prankster, but was not nearly as much so as james potter and sirius black. he and the other marauders also created the marauder's map, which allowed them to see where anyone was at any given moment. he also held a dislike for severus snape by association. he was a prefect, although due to his loyal nature, he had trouble exercising discipline over his friends. although he was never cruel to severus snape, he would later come to regret just standing by and watching. he was described as tall, with thick hair, darker than it would be upon growing older but never specified how dark exactly. he is often described as having scars all over his body, which is logical but not confirmed. he was described as compassionate, intelligent, level-headed, peaceful, brave, kind, and selfless. despite experiencing so much prejudice, he still sees the good in others and is very forgiving. he was described as the most mature and responsible, and he was incredibly perceptive. however, he also had fears of shame and rejection, which lead to bystanding more often than he'd have liked. he was desperate to be liked. he was disgusted by all things wolfish and held a nurturing nature. he was skilled at charms, and he would grow up and meet an untimely death at the battle of hogwarts by antonin dolohov.

mcgonagall, m.g- note that this is only in the movie canon. m.g was a student at hogwarts in the early 70s and quite possibly the late 60s. their gender is unknown, and they played on the gryffindor quidditch team, winning an award for it in 1971 along with james potter and r.j.h king.

pettigrew, peter- born in either 1959/1960, he was either a pureblood or a half-blood. he was a hatstall, the hat taking more than five minutes to decide whether he was slytherin or gryffindor. he came to befriend james potter, sirius black III, and remus lupin. he idolized james potter and sirius black for their talent and popularity, living vicariously through them, so he often took part in bullying severus snape with them. he was described as stupid and foolish, and a very bad fighter. he was described as short, with watery eyes and a pointy nose, and mousy brown hair. he was keen and oppurtunistic, acting on what was best for him in the moment. he is cunning, to a degree, and desperate to the point of cowardice; wormtail was desperate for protection.

potter, james- prongs was born in 1960 as a pureblood. his parents were old, which led to a doting, pampered childhood with little limits. he was a clever student, and was a chaser on the gryffindor quidditch team. he was described as somewhat obnoxious, loving to show off, especially for lily evans. he also had a rivalry with severus snape, a result of him arguing with him on the hogwarts express about the best house and leading to a rocky relationship. thus, severus snape would follow the marauders around, looking for ways to get them expelled. in turn, he would use severus snape's own hexes against him. at some point, severus snape was curious as to why the marauders left every month, and went into the whomping willow tunnel, where remus lupin had transformed into a werewolf. consequently, he saves severus snape's life. in his sixth year, he and his parents adopted sirius black after he broke away from the house of black. in his seventh year, he began to tame his mischievous streak, becoming head boy with lily evans (despite not being a prefect) and beginning to date her. however, he continued to jinx severus snape in secret, although displayed a willingness to stop for lily evans. he would then go on to marry lily evans at age eighteen. he was disgusted by prejudice, and rebellious, but willing to make sacrifices for his loved ones. he is described as having an air of being well cared for, and untidy black hair. he was tall and thin with hazel eyes. he was said to have not worn glasses until his fifth year, and met an untimely death in 1981, murdered by voldemort.

rakepick, patricia- born around 1956, she attended hogwarts from 1967-1974. she was consistently the top of her class, but disliked by her professors. she had a massive rebellious streak, which caused her to be loved by her peers just as much as she was disliked by professors. she mentored younger students in the ways of trouble-making, even rumored to have taught the marauders a thing or two, as she was in her fifth year when they began at hogwarts. she expressed the desire to become a magizoologist, often disappearing into the forbidden forest via broomstick for days at a time. she had multiple negative encounters with centaurs, however, and harbored a dislike for them into adulthood. she went on to become a curse-breaker for gringotts with her niffler, sickleworth. however, she became a dark witch, ending up serving time in azkaban before escaping. she was a haughty-looking witch with wavy red hair and blue eyes. she was entitled, a daredevil, intellegent, smug, tempermental, and proud. she was noted as being unusually cunning for a gryffindor.

slytherin—🐍❎💶

ashe, duncan- born sometime between september 1, 1962- august 31, 1963. he was a mischief maker, frequenting zonko’s joke shop. he was also friends with peeves the poltergeist and olivia green. he was an excellent flier and potions maker. he died prematurely in the 70s-80s after a failed erumpent potion.

avery, [unknown] II- born late 50s or early 60s. the assumed son of avery, who went to school with tom riddle. he had a dark and cruel sense of humor, exemplified when he and mulciber attempted dark magic on mary macdonald in the 1975-1976 school year. he was also associated with the slytherin group that would soon become death eaters, including severus snape, whose friendship with him bothered lily evans due to his sadism, bellatrix black, rodolphus lestrange, wilkes, and evan rosier. he could potentially be regarded as evasive, given that, when faced trial in his later years for being a death eater after voldemort's downfall, he "wormed his way out" and pleaded innocent by reason of the imperius curse. in his later years, he is also portrayed as incompetent an cowardly. he is. also a potentially capable duelist. he is one of the sacred twenty-eight pureblood families.

black, andromeda- born in between 1952-1954 as the middle child of the three black daughters, it is unconfirmed whether andromeda was even at hogwarts during the marauders, the earliest graduation date being 1970 and the latest being 1972. regardless, she was thought to be skilled in charms. during this time, she fell in love with ted tonks, who she married. as a result, she got disowned by the house of black.

black, narcissa- born in 1955, she was the youngest of the three black sisters, andromeda black and bellatrix black (who predates the marauders, graduating in 69, only two years before). she grew up in a prejudiced household and continued to hold those ideals during her time at hogwarts from 1966-1973. she interacted little with her "blood traitor" cousin sirius black. she is not stated to be a death eater, but, upon marrying lucius malfoy later in life, would support her husband.

black, regulus- born in 1961 to the black family, one of the sacred twenty-eight. he began his education at hogwarts in 1972. he was named after his great uncle regulus. he was an avid upholder of black tradition and was hailed as the golden child. he was a seeker for the slytherin house quidditch team. at age 16, in 1977, he received his dark mark, admiring voldemort, much to his parents' approval (who never had dark marks but approved of voldemort's beliefs). prior to becoming a death eater, he began to reconsider after voldemort mistreated and intended to kill the blacks' house elf, kreacher, whilst setting up defensive measures for his horcrux. he is described as smaller and less handsome than his older brother, sirius black, and is portrayed as haughty, pompous, and eager to please, and after betraying voldemort was described as brave, selfless and true to his integrity. he is also shown to have respected kreacher. he was murdered in 1979, aged 17-18.

laughalot, steve- born sometime in the 1950s, he was the captain of the slytherin quidditch team from 1968-1972. nothing else is known about the elusive laughalot.

malfoy, lucius- born sometime around 1953-54 to the prestigious malfoy family, one of the sacred twenty-eight, and attended hogwarts from 1965-72 or 1966-73. it was there that he met his future wife, narcissa black. in his third year, he witnessed the resignation of the first muggle-born minister of magic, nobby leach, after he fell ill. his father was suspected of the crime. he was an upstanding student, one of authority and nobility, leading by example. when he was in his fifth year, he became a prefect, and he was also a part of the slug club, favored by then-potions master horace slughorn. in 1971, he became the first person to befriend severus snape besides lily evans upon severus snape's being sorted into slytherin. he despised albus dumbledore, who, at the time, was the head of transfiguration, and mourned the day he succeeded armando dippet as headmaster. he was described with a pale, pointed face, pale, blond, hair and cold grey eyes. he was a skilled duelist and was intellegent, shrewd, opportunistic, manipulative, prejudiced and cruel, despite maintaining an appearance of respectability. he does, however, show genuine love for those he cares for.

mulciber, [unknown] II- born between 1958-1965, he was most likely a pureblood, possibly half-blood. he attended hogwarts in the early 70s, befriending avery and severus snape, being mostly known for the cruel pranks played on other students. he and others bullied mary macdonald, even trying to use dark magic on her in the 75-76 school year. he then went on to become a death eater.

rosier, evan- born between 1953-1966, he was born into the rosier family, one of the sacred twenty-eight. he was a part of the group of slytherins who aspired to be death eaters: severus snape, mulciber II, avery II and wilkes. he would later go on to enter service under voldemort in the height of the first wizarding war with the rest of the group. somewhere around 1980-1981, he would resist arrest by mad-eye moody and be killed whilst doing so.

snape, severus- a half-blood born in 1960. he grew up in a shabby suburb, spinner's end, neglected and living in a household in which his parents always fought. he was described as unwashed with ill-fitting clothes. he befriended lily evans, on whom he had a crush, despite her not feeling the same. he was an awkward child with poor social skills. his rivalry with james potter began quickly, resulting from an argument over the houses they would be soon sorted into. in school, he excelled in the dark arts, knowing more hexes and curses at age eleven than most seventeen-year-olds. he created a variety of his own hexes, including levicorpus and sectumsempra. he grew to become friends with the group that would soon become death eaters: avery II, mulciber II, wilkes, and evan rosier, as well as older student lucius malfoy, who was a prefect and greeted him warmly. he was constantly bullied by the marauders. at one point, james potter jinxed him to levitate and hang upside down, revealing his underwear. lily evans came to his defense, but, trying to regain his dignity, he lashed out and called her a mudblood. he begged for forgiveness, but she broke off their friendship upon realizing that he still wanted to be a death eater. he would later hail it as his worst memory. his hatred for james potter only grew from there as he began to date lily evans. later in life, he would go on to protect lily evan's son as a double agent, and then die by the same fate- murdered by voldemort. he is described as thin, with a large, hooked nose. he has a stringy, pallid look, round-shouldered yet angular, a twitchy walk, and long, oily hair that jumped about everywhere. he is described as cold and bitter, often holding grudges, with poor interactional skills that hinted at depression. he was repressed and solitary, strong but silent. despite his death eater associations, he was not prejudiced against muggle-borns, but simply had a distaste for muggles like petunia and his muggle father. he is prone to exploding, but had a deep capacity to love.

talkalot, lucinda- she attended hogwarts sometime in the 70s. she became captain of the slytherin quidditch team in 1976.

vanity, emma- she attended hogwarts in the 70s, like lucinda talkalot. she was slytherin quidditch captain from 1972-1976.

wilkes, [unknown]- their gender is unknown, but they attended hogwarts sometime in the 70s, joining the group of aspiring death eaters: avery II, mulciber II, severus snape and evan rosier. later in life, a year before voldemort's downfall, wilkes would be killed by aurors while attempting to avoid imprisonment.

ravenclaw—🦅💧📘

green, olivia- was born sometime in 1962-63 and her blood status is unknown. despite being ravenclaw, she was known for her bravery. she was also hailed as one of the brightest students in her year and was friends with duncan ashe. she once got lost at flourish and blott's, implying that her sense of direction isn't the best. she would then go on to work at the minstry for nine years in the department of mysteries as an unspeakable. then, upon being contacted by albus dumbledore following the abrupt opening of the defense against the dark arts professor position at hogwarts, quit her job and began teaching in 1991. she is portrayed with tan skin, wavy dark brown hair, and green eyes with glasses.

lockhart, gilderoy- a half-blood born in 1964, he was four years below the marauders. he nearly became a hatstall, as the hat also saw him fit in slytherin. he expected to be popular and hailed as a genius, however, he was perfectly ordinary. he did achieve good marks, and his professors thought he could certainly make something of himself, however, he was more interested in learning for the purpose of getting attention, not knowledge. he insisted he would captain the england quidditch to world championship before becoming minister of magic. he did neither, but was, for a period of time, ravenclaw's quidditch captain as a seeker. he began a hogwarts newspaper, but when that failed, he resorted to different antics: carving a signature of his name in 20-foot letters on the quidditch pitch (week's detention), sending himself 800 valentines (cancelled breakfast due to excess droppings in the porridge), and creating a spell that shot a hologram of his face into the sky, not unlike a dark mark. he is described as insensitive, impractical, insecure, insincere, vain, flamboyant, and cowardly, but also ambitious and clever. he was considered good-looking, with wavy blond hair and blue eyes and nice teeth. he had an extravagant fashion sense.

hufflepuff—🦡☀️💛

tough

houses unknown—👻🧠❓

aubrey, bertram- born in the 60s. attended hogwarts in the 70s. his canon house is unknown, although the etymology of his first name (“bright raven”) suggests affiliation with ravenclaw. james potter and sirius black used an illegal hex on him (possibly Engorgio Skullus) to cause his head to grow twice its original size. james potter and sirius black received double detention.

crouch, bartemius "barty" jr.- born in 1962-63 to the crouch family, one of the sacred twenty-eight, his house is unknown, but it is typically assumed slytherin due to his friends and, later, death eater status. he is described with straw blond hair, pale, and freckly. in his time at hogwarts, he achieved 12 o.w.l.s. it is likely that he was familiar with other up-and-coming death eaters such as lucius malfoy, severus snape, and regulus black. he took the dark mark in his later teen years. later in life, he would participate in the torture of the longbottoms, described as one of the most evil crimes in magical history. he pleaded innocent, but his father (who was presiding), who was ashamed of his death eater son, used the trial as an excuse to condemn his son and potentially show how much he hated him. he would then go on to kill his father. crouch's father was mostly absent in his life, absorbed in his work at the ministry of magic, but crouch's mother is recorded to have loved him very much. the crouchs' house-elf was winky. he is described as dangerously clever and perceptive, charismatic, cold, cruel, vengeful, manipulative, loyal, arrogant and sadistic. he is emotional and a talented actor. he was also known to have a love for quidditch. he was an incredible duelist, and was skilled in charms, transfiguration, potions, occlumency, and non-verbal magic. in 1995, crouch was given the dementor's kiss and died.

gudgeon, davey- attended hogwarts in the 1970s. he is known for have nearly lost his eye due to the whomping willow whilst playing a game, the object of which being to get as close to the trunk as you can. following gudgeon's close call, students began to avoid the whomping willow.

jorkins, bertha- born sometime between 1953-1958, she was a witch at hogwarts. she was known as somewhat of an idiot, and incredibly gossipy. she would often spread rumors and complain about mistreatment she received from other students, such as being hexed by florence's unnamed boyfriend, whom she teased for kissing florence behind the hogwarts greenhouses. she would later work for the ministry, floating between departments, beginning under barty crouch, sr, and ending up under ludo bagaman in the department of magical games and sports. she was killed in 1994 by voldemort, after he used her for information and disposed of her once he had no more use for her. her parentage is unknown.

longbottom, frank- born somewhere in between 1957-1959, he was indeed born into the longbottom family, one of the sacred twenty-eight. as he was an incredible auror as an adult, obviously displaying bravery of some sort, it is typically assumed that he was a gryffindor as well. it is also assumed but not confirmed that during his time at hogwarts, he met alice, and married her. unfortunately, he and his wife would be tortured into insanity by bellatrix.

macdonald, mary- typically assumed to be a gryffinor due to her association with lily evans, she was assumed to be at hogwarts in the 1970s. she is also assumed to be a muggle-born due to her being assaulted by mulciber. the attack was later brought up by lily evans, who was criticizing severus snape's new friends, mulciber included, by saying they were "creepy" and "evil." she would then go on to tell lily evans about how severus snape waited outside gryffindor tower to apologize for calling lily evans "mudblood".

mckinnon, marlene- was murdered in 1981, like many order of the phoenix members, so it is typically assumed that she is around the age of the marauders. later in life, she is mentioned in letters from lily evans. her family was said to be a powerful one. she is described as pale, with red hair and orange eyes, and in correspondence with lily evans.

meadows, dorcas- born in 1960, not much is known about her. she is said to have dark skin, black hair, and brown eyes, and was murdered in 1981 by voldemort personally, making allusions to the idea that she was a skilled and powerful witch.

shacklebolt, kingsley- born in or before the 1960s, his family was one of the sacred twenty-eight. his house is unknown, but it is implied that he either saw, met or knew james potter, as he would later go on to point out similarities between him and his son, harry. he is described as having a slow, deep voice that came across as reassuring. he was level-headed and calm, but with a justified temper and immense power. he was known to be a good judge of character, faithful, and devoted to his causes, although he is not one to blindly follow another.

tonks, ted- it is unknown when he was born, and when he went to hogwarts. however, it can be reasonably deduced that he was there at around the same time as andromeda black, whom he fell in love with and married. later in life, he is portrayed as affectionate and sweet, which leads to many peoples' belief of his being hufflepuff.

[unknown], adrian- born in either 1959 or 1960. he began his hogwarts career in 1971, and became a member of the slug club. he would later become a photographer, much to slughorn's disappointment, however, they would still keep in touch.

[unknown], alice- due to her incredible bravery as an auror and future gryffindor son, she is often headcanoned to be a gryffindor. other non-confirmed headcanons include her being similar age to her future husband, frank longbottom, which results in the reasonable assumption that they went to hogwarts together. she is assumed to have received at least five n.e.w.t.s of "exceeds expectations" or higher. she would later go on to marry frank longbottom and be tortured into insanity by bellatrix. she was a round-faced woman with short hair.

[unknown], florence- born in 1950s-60s, she was a witch at hogwarts at the same time as berthe jorkins. bertha jorkins caught her behind the hogwarts greenhouses kissing a boy, presumably her boyfriend.

credit to @harry-potter-told-by-a-slytherin for the emojis, they’re super cute❤️

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[demon-blood-youths]

An Officer's Corruption - Twenty

Hello everyone, this is Deamon-mun or Dani-mun here for part nineteen. Like Peahen-mun of @the-silver-peahen-residence said, it's getting good.

If you wish to see how or where everything is going, you can follow up on the chapters down below.

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Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen

Part Eighteen

Part Nineteen

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---- Warning ---

NSFW

Sexual Themes

Tender Moments

Friends with Benefits

Drug Implied mention

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---- Summary ---

Officer Violet wishes to talk with Itadori after what she just learned. How would this go? While they talked, Megumi and Kisho have the cell to themselves so how are they're going to spend their night without Itadori? Also, Kinie Ger is now eating dinner with Sukuna. Meanwhile...Oblivion goes to call in a favor to find more about Yuuka.

How would everyone's night turn out?

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Jinx thought of leaving Itadori alone. Maybe like two hours or maybe the night. An hour has been passed and it is still making her upset. She doesn't know why she's upset. But there's something about what Kisho and Megumi told her. She takes a water break and was now mulling over her thoughts. But now....she needs to say this. She has to or else...or else! Ugh! Time to go back and tell him!

Walking back to the cell where Itadori is being confined. She takes a breath and says her name.

"Itadori..."

"Hm?"

Itadori is in his cell while he is doing handstands inside his cell. Jinx gulps as she sees the back muscles, abs and alethic body with a light sheen of sweat.

Jinx takes a breath. You can do this, Jinx. You can do this.

"Yes? Officer Violet?" Itadori pauses on his handstand as he looks at her through the rectangular window.

"Why didn't you tell me that the other prisoner provoked you?" She asked.

"It doesn't excuse what I did," Yuji said simply as he continued his handstands before doing push-ups. Jinx sighed. "I know but he said other things that must of set you off. I'm going to be honest...but I don't take you for a person that goes off at every little thing like Bakugo does."

Itadori doesn't respond.

"Why did you help me back there?"

"Huh?" Itadori said as he was now sitting and was about to do crunches. Jinx reiterates, "You helped me fight against Akane and Snake Woman? Why? You could have left me and made a break for it. What's the reason?"

"There's no reason...I just do it because I felt like it." Itadori said. Jinx isn't convinced, "Is that all? So what you did at lunch is no reason for all?"

Feeling a bit frustrated, Itadori sighs. "Officer Violet, I did it because you were having trouble fighting against that lady, and her snake demon. And you were watching over me since you're in charge of me so you're just doing your job. It was the right thing to do."

"Right thing to do?" Jinx repeated. Itadori raises, "Yeah. I meant I say back there. To be honest, you got a good fighting style but you're having trouble so that's why. "

No response.

Itadori waited for a response but got nothing. This got him to raise a brow, "Officer Violet?"

Still no response.

"Jinx?" He said his first name. Then a sound is heard. The door begins to unlock and soon, Jinx opens it as the cap and hair hide her eyes as she begins to walk over to Itadori. Itadori is now standing tall as he looks over to her.

"Don't....lie to me." Jinx begins, "You did it because of me!" Jinx yelled, closing her fist. "Your friends told me why you did it! They said that one of the prisoners that if they win the fight, they're going to make you serve them and bring female guards, they even mentioned me by looks. You fought the Snake Devil because of me! Besides...why do all that! Especially after meeting your lawyer?! Especially pulling that on me!" Jinx said now upset.

"Why are you trying to say?!" Jinx said, "Besides...I'm strong enough! I am! So strong that I can even take what you give out? Like..like...the other night! So stop underestimating me, Yuji Itadori!" Jinx said as she looked red in the face.

As she said all this, she didn't even look up to Yuji Itadori until she felt a hand taking her cap off and patting her head. "I don't underestimate you. In fact, I kinda like you a lot seeing you fight. But I don't want to see you get hurt. It makes me not want to forgive you after talking how strong you were."

"Forgive me?! If anything, I should be forgiving you for what you just pulled on me, the other day!" Jinx puffed her cheeks. "And to tell you the truth! I won't forgive you for that at all!"

"The other day?" Yuji blinked before realizing blowing a raspberry, "Oh...is that when after you told me to go to jail? Even though...we're already in jail?" He said with a teasing smile.

Jinx's cheeks flushed red, hearing, "D-don't remind me, mister!" Jinx points at him. "I-I'm not dumb."

"I didn't say that nor thinking about that."

"And...and...I'm not weak enough to fall for your tricks!" Jinx exclaimed. Yuji raised a brow, "Tricks?"

"You know what I'm talking about Itadori Yuji!" Jinx yelled. "Where...you made me...you know!" Jinx yelled. Yuji hums as he gets it now. "Oh...Like this?" Just as quick as tiger, he goes to back Jinx into a corner with his hand trapping her hands above her and pinning her against the wall. Jinx is now screaming inside as she is in shock.

"H-hey! I don't mean like that!"

"And what do you mean?" Yuji asked. Jinx is biting back her cheek, "I-I won't lose! You heard me! Whatever you do to me, I won't give in! I s-swear it!"

"Really?" Yuji asked.

"Yes! I dare you to try! I won't lose!" Jinx said with full confidence. Yuji then smiled so mischievously that made Jinx shiver. "Alright then...let's see what you got."

---- In the other cells ----

"Nnhng...hey Megumi..."

"Hm?"

"Is Itadori going to be okay?" Kisho asked as he laid his head on his lap. Megumi answers, "Yeah. Itadori is going to be fine." He said, looking outside his cell. It was nighttime now.

"And w-what about Officer Violet?" Kisho asked. Megumi pats his head to assure, "She is going to be fine too. Besides Itadori likes her the moment he saw her. That's what I think."

"Really?" Kisho asked.

"Really." Megumi nods. Kisho utters a soft groan before he asks, "Okay..also....uh...one more thing"

"Hm?"

"C-can we take a break?" Kisho asked nervously as he looks to be flushed and is now shaking a bit. To which Megumi scowls and quickly smacks his butt making the other yelped.

"Like I said...your punishment is long overdue, Kisho." He said as he went to turn the dial up with the remote making Kisho gasp and shudder as the vibrator hits all the right spots in his ass. He can't help but moan. He was forced to sit up by Megumi as the shadow sorcerer goes to bite his neck making Kisho whimper.

"B-biut? But...you can't punish me for what I said to Officer Violet. She has to know that Itadori is a good person!" Kisho cried. Megumi sighs, "You don't think I know that?" He goes to pet Kisho's head. "I'm not upset with you trying to defend Itadori to Officer Violet and explained the situation to her."

"Huh? S-so...why?"

"That's why I said you're going to get a reward after your punishment." Megumi tells him, "Besides..you escaped your punishment because we were interrupted by that break-in. So I'm going to follow through." He said as he went to finger him, making Kisho moan softly. "Since Itadori isn't here, it means we got a lot of time on our hands. So let's take advantage of it." He smiles darkly.

"Hnngn..." Kisho said as Megumi continued to tease him by touch. He goes to rub his nipples while the dildo is in his butt, throbbing like non-stop. Kisho whines and moans as is slowly breaking down. "M-megumi!"

"Make sure to keep your legs apart," Megumi ordered. Kisho tries to move but it's getting hard since his arms are in cuffs and tied together. "Yes...yes..sir." Kisho said before his eyes are now being blindfolded. He whimpers as Megumi teases him further with a chuckle.

Tonight is going to be a long night...

Megumi wonders how Itadori and Officer Violet are doing right now. Probably still talking.

---- Itadori's Solidary Cell -----

"S-stop! Nuugh..."

Her and her big mouth. Why did she say that?! God! What made her do it!? She did want to prove that to Itadori that she won't lose to him and his tricks. Ugh! THis is so bad. So really bad.

"Didn't you said that you can withstand this, Officer Violet?"

"Y-yes!" Jinx squeaked. "But never like this!" She cried. Right now, Officer Violet is in a compromising position. She is hung over on Itadori's lap and her pants and panties are down to her knees. Her jacket is off and is on the floor, and only her black tee remains. Right now, Itadori is fingering her as she is over his lap like she is about to spank but she is getting weird sensations when Itadori is moving his fingers inside of her while sitting on the bed. As if he is searching for something..

"Ahnnn...nnhng...dannng it." Jinx grits her teeth as she doesn't want to look over her shoulder, she is looking down on the ground and clutching one of Itadori's thighs. These sensations feel so weird...why does it feel good but so weird?! She cannot explain but then...she lets out a loud pleasurable cry as Itadori rubs something inside of her.

"W-what?" Jinx's face blushes as she glances over her shoulder. Itadori chuckles, "It looks like I found your sweet spot, little kitty cat." He smiles as he goes to curl his fingers inside of her making her cry out. "AHH!" She goes to her legs but Itadori makes sure to keep still.

"Now, now. No need for that." Itadori scolds her. "Now let me make you feel good."

"H-how is this good..aahh.." Jinx replied before she arches her back, unwittingly moan out loud. Itadori does it again and now he goes to quicken his fingers making Jinx's eyes widen. "Ah! W-wait! S-slow down! You're going to....aahh..nugh! AH!"

Then Jinx came all over Itadori's clothed pants as fluids came out. Itadori smiles, "You came. Not bad."

Jinx is gasping and panting as she has tears in her eyes, "T-this doesn't count.." She said.

"Oh. It doesn't?" Itadori replies, "Okay...let's try this." He goes to change Jinx's position from her lap and lays her on the bed on her back with her legs spread. She felt incoming heat between her thighs. "Wait..wait...wait! What are you about to do?"Jinx looks anxious but deep down, unknownst to her. A bit excited. She sees Itadori holding her legs apart as he goes to lower his head between them. What is he going to do?!

"Oh...this." And right away, Jinx felt a hot muscle at her folds, licking and sucking. "AAAHH! I-Itadori!" Jinx arches her back as she grips the sheets tightly as she feels it. Her reddish dark bangs cover her eyes that are widen and her pupils shudder at the pleasure she's getting. With her mouth open, revealing her canine teeth. A long string of moans came from her mouth.

This sensation makes her moan and cry as Itadori is....eating her. With his tongue? God...is he really eating her?! He is really a wild tiger! He's so crazy for doing this. So strong that he holds her apart in a tight grip while he continues to eat her like this.

Itadori is slurping and licking at her folds with his tongue. The sweet aroma from her clit is so addictive he can't get enough of it.

Tears form at the corner of Jinx's eyes as she feels a great sensation. A pleasurable one that is so good that made her moan so much, she couldn't stop herself.

Jinx doesn't think she would last any longer.

----- Somewhere...in the city ----

Warden Kinie Ger never thought she would be invited to someone else over dinner. This is so weird. She never experienced this before. Sure, she goes on dinners with friends but not alone and with the opposite sex.

This is so strange.

Why is Sukuna Ryomen interested in her?

"Is the food to your liking?" His voice got her to lift her head.

"Yes. The food is really good, Mr. Ryomen." The dish is better than good. It's amazing. Amazing than what she cooks. The dish is flank steak with roasted potatoes with herbs with the wine she brought.

She wonders if the gift she handed over to him subpar. She wonders if what she wears is appropriate. It was a sleeveless black blouse with a bow on it with short pants dark leggings and plaid soles. It was a bit chilly. Plus it was modest and elegant.

"Good to hear." Sukuna said as he wondered what she was thinking. She looks to be... hesitant. Is he coming too forward? No, she must be settling in after seeing the sort of place he's living for the time being. As if she is very careful about where to sit and keeps her hands to herself.

"Now, now. No need to be uptight. Just relax. It's not like I bite."

Kinie Ger gives him a look, "Rest assured. It's not that. I'm not nervous around you if that's what you ask." She said. She wonders if this is a good time to talk to him. What to talk about? Should she asking some questions, but what questions? How can she ask a question without sounding too personal like family or work? Kinie can guess what sort of work that Ryomen does. Still...there is one.

"Tell me...are you offering this deal for the sake of Itadori?" She asked. "Truthfully, it's understandable. Because it seems like the Six Claws shows us that their enemies would be willing to break in."

"Correct." Sukuna smiles, "Very perceptive."

"I mean...it isn't that impressive.. " Kinie said, before sipping her wine a bit. Just a bit. She doesn't like wine but she will tolerate for the sake of her host.

"Still. Most people don't get and would refuse but you on the other hand think hard on this and that break-in just gives you a reason to go with this idea." Said Sukuna. "By the way...why you didn't suspect me behind the break-in?"

"Huh?" Kinie blinks. "Why would I? That would be against your plan? Why the reason to bring the lawyer along? It doesn't make sense and a break-in could leave things messy and loose ends. That said...you're the kind of person who seems confident in winning a legal battle. "

"Correct." Sukuna smiles.

KInie narrows her eyes at this. "Are you trying to test me to see how smart I am?"

"No. Just curious. Besides..you have already proven yourself. After all, why did you hire those officers from those different precincts? When I heard about who is looking after the Six Claws and my brother." He said. "It's surprising but it makes sense. Officer Vanguard is a good-hearted and her.....special way of handling prisons is quite something. Something that Six Claws were trying to figure out. Officer Violet is a good match-up as she is good at combat. While the third one, Officer Vin Shia makes sure to keep everything in order given those two's personalities."

Kinie blinks before sighing, "You know me too well, Ryomen." She said with a small smile. Speaking of which how is Officer Violet doing with Itadori. Unlike the Six Claws, it seems like Itadori is an easy mission to handle.

----- Back at prison ----

"AAH!" She climaxes again. Jinx falls onto the bed as she is gripping the pillow close to her face while covering her face with an arm. She looks to the ceiling with half-lidded eyes as they are now glowing yellow-red. Then she felt the hot muscle coming back at her folds.

"S-stop! Stop! I had enouggh!" Jinx pleaded with her eyes closed after she came three times due to Itadori's tongue. She has been panting and gasping npn-stop ever since she came. Itadori sits up as he licks her essence on his lips, "What's wrong? Don't tell you're giving up now, officer." He teased.

"Hnnng..." Her eyes are closed as her legs are trembling.

"Unless..." Itadori's tone changes to a low tone, almost like a growl, "You want me inside of you. Don't you?" This made her yelp as she went to open her eyes to see the tiger now up close.

"I-I..."

"Don't worry...I make sure to feel you good like I said. But first..." Itadori proceeds to take her top before turning her on her stomach. He rolls her shirt up, revealing a pink bra before he proceeds to unhook her bra.

"Wait...w-what are you?" Jinx looks nervous now.

"It will get uncomfortable and it will get a little sweaty in here so~" He goes to touch Jinx's breasts making her yelp and Itadori goes to fondle. Jinx gasps as she can't believe these strong hands are on her bare boobs. Jinx whines and moans at his touch while Itadori puts her bra and top right next to her.

"There we go. Good, right?"

"Um...err..." Jinx doesn't know what to say. Then she cry when she felt him pull her nipples gently. She goes to move her legs but she can't move as Itadori pins her down with his weight against her. "Don't worry, I got you." He whispered to her ear making her tremble. His touch and voice weakened her ever before. "J-just get to it already!" Jinx cried.

"Get to what?" Itadori plays dumb.

"T-the...the...main event!" Jinx cried, clutching her sheets as Yuji keeps on playing with her boobs and nipples.

"Main event?" Itadori goes to nip at her neck, making her whine. "Y-you know what I mean, Y-yuji!" She said.

"You mean this?" Yuji asked. Jinx felt something big at her behind, making her blush. Eh?! Hold on...is that?

Jinx widens her eyes, her lip trembling. "Is that what I think?"

"Yeah, it is." Itadori said.

It's so big. Is he really going to put that inside of her? She might break. Oh god. She will break! Jinx decides to change her mind, "Wait...a second. How about we-"

"Sorry. No time to hold back now. Besides...that would mean you're giving up, right?"

"I-I-I-I..." Jinx winced as she felt Itadori's hard length now sliding between her folds. "Nugh! Wait...wait...wait!"

"Relax. Just relax. I will be gentle,." He tells her gently, he goes to caress her one of her breasts and continues to nip and kiss at her neck. The touches are so distracting that Jinx doesn't notice until Yuji begins to inch his way inside of her. Jinx is whimpering as she closes her eyes tightly. Then she felt lips on hers. Jinx widened her eyes at this before closing them as the kiss became deep. She moans into the kiss as she does not realize that Yuji is now inside and snaps his hips and is now into her, making her moan loudly.

Yuji breaks the kiss and pants. Jinx pants. "Ah...ha...ha.." While Yuji calms her with sweet words that are working. "Y-yuji!" She said his name without thinking. After letting her adjusted to his size, Yuji thrusts inside of her, slowly and deeper. Jinx moans. Yuji groans.

"Ah...ha...ah..so-so big!" Jinx moaned. She never thought something like this would happen. It's so good. Yuji goes to fondle her breast as he kisses her neck some more as he continues his deep thrusts. Jinx moans.

"That's right. Let it all out, Jinx." He said her name in a way. Jinx whines, she can't control her moans because of him. "Ahhh...uhhh...huh..ha..ha..." She utters.

'How can this? This is so good. So very good? Is that what it is, the other two nights?! F-fuck. This is so good. Wait...no...wasn't this supposed to be a challenge she was supposed to win? Ack! How does he do it?! Oh god....is it so big and strong! I can't....

"Y-yuji!" Jinx said his name. Hearing his name like that from the Hellcat made Yuji growl and start to quicken his thrusts. "W-wait! Hold on! S-slow down!" Jinx yelled, "Ahhh!" She felt him hit that nub, over and over again. She clutches her sheets.

"W-wait! Something is happening! I felt like I'm going to b-blow up!?"

"That's you coming again," Yuji assures her. "Go ahead...do it." He said. Jinx bit her bottom lip. No! She can't! Not again. However...

"If you don't...I will keep going and going till you lose it, Jinx." He growls into her ear. That domineering tone gives her goosebumps with her hair standing up like a cat. Jinx's moans increased in volume. Yuji keeps going and going, non-stop making the bed creak and Jinx's toes curl.

To make sure Jinx comes again, Yuji goes to change the positions as she is now laying her back on Yuji's chest. Both of her breasts are being grabbed and are being moved in a circular motion while Yuji thrusts up in a jackhammering motion. Jinx lets out lustful cries.

"That's it. Savor it, Jinx. Let go." Yuji growled, panting. Jinx shut her eyes tightly as she lets out more moans. She can't move her legs because she is pounded without mercy.

My head. I can't think anymore. This is so good! So very good. I-I can't....wait..something is coming. It's coming! It's coming! It's Coming!

"YUJI! F-FUCK! YUJI! " Jinx calls out his name as she cums on his cock. Yuji groans as he feels Jinx's warm essence on his girth. Jinx collapses on him as she breathes against his neck. Yuji goes to kiss her once. Jinx lets out a weak moan into the kiss. The kiss became heated and deep now as Yuji snaked his arm around her waist and kept her like this close to his body.

"So...what do you think?" Yuji asked, breaking the kiss.

"Ah...ha...I....I...nnugh" Jinx has no words as she looks dazed and now out of it. Yuji chuckles at her reaction. "Anyway! Want to go again?"

"Eh?" Jinx blinked as she looks at Yuji in disbelief. "B-but we..."

"I have a lot of stamina so I can't wait to go again!" Yuji smiles. "I think I can keep up with a demon like yourself." He said before snapping his hips upwards into her, getting a moan out of her.

"Y-YujI!" Jinx cried.

"After all...we're just getting started." Said Yuji, making Jinx moans as Yuji starts the second round. How long would Jinx last?

------ Oblivion's office -----

"Ugh..." Oblivion runs her face with her hand as she cannot believe. At this point, if they give her any more shots after that. She is going to do something about it. This is not good.

After talking to Ophelia, she needs to find out about Yuuka. She needs information. Maybe there's a person to call about this. She goes to dial the number on her cell and waits for the other to pick up.

"Hello?"

"S-Shdwkyz." She said his name. "I need your help. I need your help into looking someone."

"It sounds serious. How can I help?"

"I need your help on getting information about Yuuka Nanako." He said.

To be continued...

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[deathwis-arc]

honestly, it's really interesting thinking about how the events of the desert dream in 1998 would get blown out of proportion in the coming years ; hell, it already kinda is twenty-four hours later. not only does the fbi get involved ( and they get involved quick ) but the entire thing is immediately labeled as 'the desert dream massacre' which is ... simply not true. if tyler doesn't kill joyce and michelle isn't shot then the total body count is four cops, with two on life support from the motel burning down. this is literally confirmed in game!

events get labeled as massacres if there's a huge body count, or if it's violent enough. the desert dream killings were neither. all the victims were shot, usually at a distance, or they suffered from burns ; which, while violent, it was more of an escape attempt on the holts' part than anything else. i also find it telling that, even if the holts kill a hostage or two, agent bradley doesn't bother mentioning that in private. all he cares about is the cops lost to the standoff. it's no surprise that killing an officer will get you a more severe punishment then if you kill a regular person, that it can sometimes send you straight to death row on its own, but the fact they don't even care about the deaths of any of the hostages ... it sure is something.

especially since the only hostage deaths in the desert dream can turn the only two kids in the game into orphans. or on the flip side, if the holts didn't harm a hostage, there's no mention of that either. or how the hostages were treated, which compared to usual hostage situations, they got it better than most. it's just the fact that they killed cops ( who were under the thumb of a corrupt sheriff, by the way ) that made this into a massacre. though i wouldn't be surprised if to the public the force would then heavily focus on any other victims, that's usually what happens normally, after all.

anyway, point is, classism does play a role in how cases and crimes are treated -- especially back then. the holts were poor, notoriously so, and they were a family full of drop-outs with nothing to their names. the very second they escape the motel, their names are plastered all over the country and their fates ( including jay's, who's merely an eighteen year old who was an accomplice at best ) are decided : they're going straight to death row. even if jay tries to do the right thing and come clean to agent bradley, tries to turn on his family, said guy immediately goes to pin all the murders on him, for seemingly no reason at all! it's very unjust, and ah ... shady!

the news and papers hype up their crime spree and i wouldn't be shocked that within a couple years, the holts would be presented as bloodthirsty rednecks who were simply greedy rather than a family that didn't have any help and got in way over their heads. the narrative would be twisted so much, especially if three of the holts were never found. there'd be no word from their side, no mention of the thugs who were threatening to kill them, just a true crime story where they were at the forefront of a very unfortunate situation and got away with it. leaving gossips to fill in the blanks as they please, and considering the police's and the fbi's behavior towards this case, they would only fuel the narrative that the holts were a family who did all this on purpose and relished in the aftermath, a family who loved doing the crime.

anyway, it's just something i love thinking about for post canon stuff when it comes to my adf muses. how wildly inaccurate the story's become in time, simply because people got bored or because of the classism back then that was so woven into the broadcasted crime that it's become impossible to separate the two. they'd paint the holts out to be wildly dangerous, cruel individuals and probably spin tales about unsolved murders and robberies and how it could be the work of a holt who had got away. their entire motivation would be obscured and would've gone unsaid, leaving random civilians and a force who hates them to speak for them instead. it'd be a whole thing! and the desert dream was dramatic, sure, but by the time everything is said and done you'd probably barely recognize what the media was talking about had you actually been there.

#╰ * OOC : mun ⧽ ramblings of a fevered spirit . #(( don't mind me ... just musing about this because i find it endlessly fun haha #like. cannot stress enough tyler getting death row makes sense but JAY? #the fact they literally frame him for everything ... even if he hasn't committed a single murder ... speaks volumes imo #they did not care about any of the holts being innocent nor their reasons they wanted them to suffer that's it! #except sharon who doesn't get death row for some reason? like ... this entire case is so unfair and makes no sense #it's the way dante threatens the lives of all the hostages way more than the holts ever did and still got to keep his badge #as well as his corruption and assault on the motel not being brought up to the public. it's a matter that gets privately dealt with #like ugghh it really is about how little the justice system cares for poor people. #it's about how the holts felt like they had to deal with their lives being threatened by themselves! #they didn't feel like they could go to the police! or publicly ask for help! they didn't think there was another way #and in the end their original plan was harmless and was only hurting someone who deserved it ... they didn't just rob some establishment #they robbed a sheriff their ma had history with and who was literally corrupt #anyway. anyway! as much as it's crazy to me how the media would run with this story and make it about a family that was simply deranged #it's also ... fun to think about <3 for the victims of the desert dream and the holts #not only do they all have to live with this traumatic event that's changed all of them forever #they have to also live with a fabricated version of it -- a warped version of themselves being presented #imo this sleepy town in arizona was simply bored and they had one huge thing happen to them and so they exaggerated details #and the cops were just. well cops about it <3 #ahem anyway your muse knowing about the desert dream from what the public's painted it out to be when? :smirk: )) #tw long post

[agentxnova]

*     ◟    :    〔   tessa thompson ,      cisfemale   +   she/her    〕 nova   vergara ,      some say you’re a  forty lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both  dedicated  and  cynical,  one can’t help but think of  hurricane by cannons  when you walk by.    are you still a   federal agent  at   the NYPD   /   the government,     even with your reputation as the workaholic?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and   a collection of blue prints with detailed specs scribbled on the cover, a stack of neatly organized files with color coded labels, and a graveyard of electronics that didn’t survive  humanoid wrath  although we can’t help but think of athena grant 911, olivia pope scandal, rosa diaz from brooklyn nine-nine   whenever we see you down these rainy streets.      (     j  ,      33  ,     she/her  ,      mst    +   none  .      )

BASICS -

Birth name:  REDACTED

Name currently: Nova Vergara

age: forty

gender/pronouns: cis female, she / her

height: 5′4

sexual orientation: bisexual

relationship status: Married to her job

birthday: May 10th

zodiac: Taurus

alignment: chaotic good

hometown: REDACTED

affiliations: the government

occupation: federal agent

current residence: brooklyn, sometimes a cot under her desk

financial status: higher middle class

familial connections of note: tbd

BACKSTORY-

TW: Kidnapping (implied), Child Death (implied)

Nova thought her parents boring, and being the eldest life itself was paved in disappointment. It wasn’t until a school paper unlocked something that intrigued her. Because of their escalated reactions to a paper about her history. She was seven and her sister was five.  They said that it didn’t matter what they came from, and pointed out that their midwest life was paved in happiness.  It took them two hours in a round about way to not answer her homework. The consequence? A D on her paper. Why would they act that way?

The truth surfaced her senior year of high school when she became romanced with the idea of free education under the guise of the US military. Except for when she went to turn in her applications with her stellar grades at first she was turned down - Nova Vergara’s social security number actually belonged to a deceased child under the name Vanessa Suarez.

Eighteen years old and she was sat next to her sibling holding their hand. The agent at the table with them dealt the pure honesty to them as lightly as possible. The two Vergara siblings were protected. Why? They didn’t know. 

A corrupt federal agent had enlisted them in a veiled witness protection program. One that no one knew the code to crack. Their lives had been a lie. Their parents weren’t their parents, or were they? They wrapped the news with a ribbon that the siblings could enlist in the military, or take hush money to start their lives again someplace else. Her sibling chose the money, and moved to New York. A city lifestyle and nothing remote that they were used to. Nova, however, chose the military. The Air Force to be exact is where the testing landed her. 

It wouldn’t be until after she climbed the ranks, and returned to midwest with metals scattered across her dressings. Nova’s eyes would lock to the parents that raised her through a plastic guard. Letters left unanswered by her, but they still sent them. Part of her thought perhaps there were codes in the letters themselves. In her career, she had studied other coding, but still that feeling never left her. To this day she still has the letters. Once she turned thirty-five her coworkers alerted her. A prison break, and her parents were now missing. Never found. The letters still come with different areas of postage, and she has not told a soul.

Nova settled at the NYPD office as a federal agent to investigate the spikes of criminal activities four years ago. A stern expression, because no matter how much she climbed that letter of the government. One question still remained unanswered.

Who was she really? Who was her sibling? 

Timeline  (need to finish! ) -

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Air Force buddies - from her time in the military. Could also be rivals.

Fellow “heroes” - other agents trying to clean up the world like she is currently.

Baddies - people she is currently tracking/ trying to collect enough to arrest them. 

Paths crossed - Those she may have dealt with before, maybe she put someone they know in the prison system? maybe themselves and they’re out now? 

Significant Other - Nova is a workaholic 10/10, but i figure she has a spouse that may or may not be tired of her shit. Missing dates because she’s locked into the intel of files. Forgetting anniversaries, you know the drill. 

Coworker she shares pets with ( co pet parent) - Her sibling took note of her loneliness without her having to mention it. Taking a note from their parents she leaves a letter attached to some creature that she figures Nova can’t fuck up. It started with a goldfish, a betta, a rabbit. Smaller pets, and still sometimes Nova tries to pawn them off on other people because she’s busy. 

Childhood friends - someone that grew up with her in the midwest, and runs into her in NY. 

Exes (0/5) - She has an ex graveyard, mainly because her career always came first. She is most likely the reason it didn’t work out, and she wouldn’t be apologetic about it. Tense ex connections that will likely not rekindle. 

Something’s off (0/2) - Possibly someone that uncovers some real shards of who she really is. They could dangle the info over her, and she would play ball for a bit. Before she punches them in the face. 

Mentor (55+)  - the agent that broke the truth to her and her sibling, which would have later been the person to show her the ropes. 

#lawlessintro #idk what this is besties

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||An Officer's Corruption part Nineteen||

Hello there dears, Peahen mom here but once more, I'm adding another chapter to this mini series me and my friend Demon mun has written. This series is getting good but I hope you like friend. That and their could be a season 2. :3

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||Warning||

~Nothing bad right at the moment

~A conversation will happen in this part

||Drabble Summary||

Officer Star was checking up on the inmate Ashley but he saw that she was doing alright so far. However, later on, he wonders what he can find out about her. Meanwhile, Oblivion went to check on Yuuka again but finds something disturbing what could it be? Read to find out.

||Guests in Drabble||

Joshua Star and other members from his fraction mentioned, Rave"Oblivion" Daitengu Arion"Hellmare" Iderum, and Fira"Maggie" Fireleo belongs to my amazing Rp partner @demon-blood-youths

Ashley Butterfly, Yuuka Nakano, and Jinx Violet are my oc’s that belong to me. Yuji Itadori is from Jujutsu Kaisen but is also a muse I rp as.

((Note: Their will be grammar mistakes and errors in this drabble as others have this warning. But like I state before, this is written for fun. So I hope you like it and my friend too. Enjoy))

Later that afternoon, Joshua was seeing his team checking on the inmates that everyone was back in their cells for the day. However, they were all relaxed now even so. However, this made the others curious. Even if Ashley was the one that caused this, it really was something. She was able to sooth or keep them under her control.

It was scary to say the least.

"You know. I never get what she does and yet, the inmates are relaxed even so." Vanessa said to the others and yet, they were curious.

"I don't know. When she got here, they were under her control but she didn't use anyway to get out or cause a riot. That still freaks me out even so. Maybe we can just keep this common and still keep our guard up." Light said thinking about it. He sighed just looking at him then at the others.

"Well, maybe that's a good thing?" everyone looks to officer Shee to hear that.

"What makes you say that, Sydeia?" Robert asked confused.

"Well, lets just say it's a feeling. She has never tried to break out or tried to make the inmates cause any riots. That is scary giving the fact she's that dangerous." she said seeing the others thinking about it. Though, she could have but didn't. "I bet even Hellmare and Maggie feel the same." Angel said but looks silent.

"You know? I'm scared to ask what she is thinking about but maybe we shouldn't worry about it too much..." they said but thinking about it. "Hold on, where is Joshua?" Vanessa asked to see the others look at her.

"He's visiting Ashley right now to see if she is good.."

~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~~

"You really sure this is safe?" Maggie asked Hellmare but she said nothing to look seeing Joshua quiet but arrived at Ashley's cell. She was indeed sitting in there looking at the floor but she had some vines inside that coated the wall and the floor. Seems it was true about her having plant like demonic power but she was focused on something else.

"........"

"I'm sure as Joshua said it's fine.Besides, she don't seem violent." Hellmare said as the two remain quiet. However, Joshua sighed but looks to her.

"Ummmm Ash? I'm here for your daily check up." He said loud enough for her to hear him. She slowly looks to turn her head showing her golden honey yellow eyes to him. He didn't say anything seeing the expression on her face but she then looks ahead again as he held his breath to take out the cell key and goes to unlock it to open it.

"Be careful Joshua.." Maggie said.

"I..I'll be safe. Trust me. She won't hurt me but I'll be safe." He said but turns to head inside but looks to Ashley who was looking at her lap again. However, she remains still.

"Have you eaten at lunch today?" he asked but she only slowly nods to him.

".....I see. Good. I'm glad you did. Though...did you...need the other thing you have to eat." He asked but she didn't respond to slowly shake her head no while having the blanket over her shoulders. He wonders if she was saying that but knowing her, she did seem to be.

"Ashley? Are you sure?" he asked.

"........I'm a bit hungry but..I will eat later tomorrow if it's alright? I don't feel..c..comfortable e..eating if others were st..staring.." she speaks in a quiet tone but Joshua sighed.

"..I understand. I'll come later to check on you in case you do. I don't want you to be nervous about it." he said but he sees her look to the side and understand. However, he turns to start walking out till she grabs his wrist.

"???"

Maggie notice about to do something but Hellmare stops her, assuring it's fine. She said nothing but looks seeing Ashley look at Joshua with a quiet expression.

"Is something w..wrong?" He asked.

"....T..thank you but I'll s..see you later on tomorrow..I should be fine to wait till later to eat." she said softly before letting his wrist go as the vine pulls back. He nods but turns to walk out while shutting the cell door to look at the other two.

"..Joshua.."

"She didn't hurt me. She tends to do that sometimes but..she's not evil as many think. Or at least her sweet side. Her other side is..pretty violent.." he mutters but sighed being quiet.

"Anyway, we can give her some time to relax before I come back." he said turning leave with the other two follow him. Now they were curious towards it.

"I'm really curious if she really is what she says.." Maggie walks but Hellmare sighed.

"I'm sure she is. I'm already speaking with Hiroshi and he seems pretty calm for a inmate. I'm sure you can do the same with T-bone.." she said but Maggie rolls her eyes but understood. This was going to be something.

"I hope the others are having better luck.." she grumbled.

~~~~~Meanwhile with Oblivion~~~~~

"Are you sure this is all you found out Ophelia? It can't be like that can it?" she asked on the phone but heard a sigh from the other.

'I'm afraid so. I know it's hard to hear Oblivion but it's true. I can do what I said but given her history it's scary. I never seen anyone taking in so much toxins and having it blended into her own. To say at least, with that much, she would have been ill but she's absorbing it like it's nothing.' she explains while checking the notes.

'I can still try to make something that's not as painful for her and maybe where it's not a shot? I don't know if she's alright with medicine or something else..' she thinks but Oblivion said nothing to think.

"Then, can you tell me anything involving her history?" she asked.

'All I know from her records, she used to be someone that helped others in the past. Always risking her life to help others. However, she ran into some people that 'used' her and hopes to try and control her due to her gift. It didn't work as they hope leading to her self poisoning them. She became dangerous and unstable given the fact some even tricked her with giving drugs to her.'

"Drugs?"

'Yes. I had Hex check the types and theirs a lot. Way too much for one to consume she would have been killed but...she wasn't? Maybe it's due to the poison in her body eating at it to keep her safe.' Ophelia explains but Oblivion looks quiet.

".....How bad are we talking here?" Oblivion asked but Ophelia didn't say.

".....Ophelia?"

'*Sighs* Bad to where if more of this was given, it could seriously hurt or damage her. She might not be able to do much or worse.' she said.

".........."

Before she asked, Oblivion heard some shouting or commotion in the other area but stood up.

'Oblivion, you still there?' Ophelia asked.

"Yeah, I gotta call you back for a moment.." she said quickly rushing to check it out. She gets out from the other room but saw Luna and Swan worried as some was speaking.

"Hey, what is going on?" Oblivion asked.

"It's Yuuka. Something's wrong.." Swan said but right away Oblivon goes to check. She opens the door to look inside but as she did, she tenses seeing what was in front of her.

The holding cell was now melting, given the fact that two officers backed up shaking to see the purple goo. They had another shot to give but she was sitting in the corner crying. She even noticed her scratching her arm a little bit but not the specks of blood.

"Yuuka!"

"...S...stay away...stay away...stay away..." she heard her speak softly while holding her head. The goo was bubbling around the floor of her cell but she had her back facing them.

"What did you two do!?" Oblivion asked.

"W..w...we were just trying to give her the shot for the night! We were told by the other to do that!" he said scared but the other was nervous that they saw the goo now spreading out more.

"Yeah. We had orders to give her the shot before she goes to sleep but when we tired she did this!" the other said.

"Tch...I need to get to her or at least calm her down! Do you have something to put her to sleep?!" Oblivion asked.

"We do but we can't get close to her!" the officer said but that's when they saw the goo rising up and spreading. It seems to be dripping but when some falls on one of the officer's pants it begins eating it away as he shouts trying to get it off with a cloth. It hisses as he tried to clean it off but when he did, he saw a hole where the goo eats away the clothing a bit showing a burned hole. He was lucky it didn't get to his skin.

"We need to leave!" Swan said worried. "The poison is starting to come from here again. It's not safe to be in here right now!" she said as everyone backs up to the door.

"Yuuka Nakano, you need to stop! Please, can you hear me!?" Oblivion shouted but Yuuka covers her ears shutting her eyes. She just wanted them to stop. Stop shouting, stop talking. She just wanted them to leave her alone!

"......"

"Yuu it's me! Please, you need to calm down-"

"Leave me alone.....leave me alone...." she whispered still crying.

"Yuuka, you need to stop! Please, I can help you. I can-"

"LEAVE!!!" She screams for the goo to get more dangerous that it started growing more. That told Luna to get everyone out of the cell area pulling them out even Oblivion.

"EVERYONE OUT!!" Luna shouted getting everyone out of this cell room.

"Yuuka!!" Oblivion shouted as she was pulled out, Swan quickly shuts the door before the whole room was coated in Yuuka's goo. Yuuka was alone again but she was clawing at her arm where another shot was given but she digs her nails into her skin drawing blood.

"H..Hurts...*shaking* i..it..It hurts...It hurts..It hurts...." she sobs scratching her skin more shaking. Her tears were running down her cheeks while sobbing even louder through out the bubbling of the goo all around her.

~~~~~~~~~~~

In the hallway, the officers and inmates saw this but Luna was worried seeing a sign showing 'Quarantine; do not enter' near the door.

"Damn it.." Oblivion hissed but she saw Luna sigh.

"Great, now we have to wait for her to calm down before going back in that room. That's the second time she's lost it.." she mutters.

"How long will it take?" Oblivion said.

"A few hours....maybe tomorrow I don't know. But rest assure, when it does we can let you know Oblivion. Right now, the room is covered in her goo so no one can get in or out now...we'll have to wait till she calms down.." she hated to say that but it was true. Hearing this, Oblivion looks to the door but looks quiet.

She had to figure this out before it gets worse. But it leaves the question; what the fuck happened back then to make her be this violent? It worried her to give the thought.

'She really is like me..different but the same. Yuuka, what the hell happened to you?'

~~~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile with Itadori and Jinx~~~~~~~~~

"You really won't tell me anything will you?" she asked him and yet, he said nothing to sigh.

"Trust me, Kitten. I'm not in the mood to say. I just want this night to pass so I can leave." Yuji was looking at the wall of this cell but Jinx only frowns a bit.

"I understand but still..you can tell me if you want-"

"I said I don't. I really don't." he said being stubborn and yet, she remains quiet to look at the floor while standing guard. Yuji had to be hiding something but she didn't want to anger him or push it. For now, she will just wait and maybe hope for the best. His two inmates should be alright till tomorrow but she hopes that he will at least talk to her.

"Yuji.."

"Again, I'm not saying anything. I'm fine. Now...please lets not talk about it...hmm?" he said.

"Your being stubborn tonight." she said.

"And you are being nosy too..." he said.

"......"

"I just want to help but fine..I'll be quiet.." she mutters with the two now being in silence. Jinx wanted to know but she didn't want to anger him. What was on his mind though? Yuji said nothing but his arms were crossed but he was thinking about her but she didn't know that...yet.

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #A Officer's corruption part Nineteen #older Maggie #Older Hellmare #older Oblivion #older ashley #older yuuka #older yuji #older Joshua #older jinx #demon-blood-youths #The fractions of NYC #peahen writer #officer demons au

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Wednesday, January 17, 2024

Biting Cold Sweeping U.S. Hits the South With an Unfamiliar Freeze (NYT) Extreme weather gripped large parts of the Southern United States on Monday, with ice and snow hampering plans to commemorate the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday, and several governors declaring states of emergency. Communities generally unaccustomed to major winter storms, from Tennessee to Texas, canceled or postponed events honoring Dr. King. Officials in Texas were especially wary about the storm, hoping to avoid a reprise of the catastrophe that unfolded in the state in 2021, when a winter storm killed 246 people and knocked out electricity for millions. At Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport, which marked its 50th anniversary over the weekend, delays and cancellations piled up as temperatures plummeted to the low teens and blasts of wind whipped snow across the runways.

Fake 911 report of fire at the White House triggers emergency response (AP) A fake 911 call that the White House was on fire sent emergency vehicles to the complex Monday morning, when President Joe Biden and his family were at Camp David. Fire engines and other emergency vehicles responded to a report just after 7 a.m. that the White House was ablaze and a person was trapped inside, according to a person familiar with the matter. Within minutes, District of Columbia Fire and Emergency Medical Services and U.S. Secret Service personnel determined that it was a false report and called off the response.

Bernardo Arévalo faces huge challenges after finally being sworn in as Guatemala’s president (AP) Guatemala’s new president, Bernardo Arévalo, was left with huge challenges Monday after he was finally sworn into office, including his party’s lack of recognition in a Congress where he would not have a majority anyway. After months of efforts to derail his inauguration, old guard legislators delayed Arévalo’s swearing-in by 10 hours on Sunday. The foot-dragging lasted right up to the ceremony that took place just after midnight. Arévalo won an August election by a comfortable margin, but nothing has been straightforward since. He has said that he will request the resignation of Attorney General Consuelo Porras, who oversaw months of legal maneuvers to prevent his presidency, but it is unclear if he can get rid of her. A progressive academic-turned-politician and son of a Guatemalan president credited with implementing key social reforms in the mid-20th century, Arévalo made confronting Guatemala’s entrenched corruption his main campaign pledge.

Brazil’s Rio de Janeiro state confronts flood damage after heavy rain kills at least 12 (AP) Neighborhoods in Brazil’s Rio de Janeiro state remained flooded Monday more than a day after torrential rains that killed at least 12 people. The heavy downpour wreaked havoc over the weekend, flooding peoples’ homes, a hospital, the metro line in the city of Rio and a main freeway section, Avenida Brasil. Some people drowned and were killed in landslides, while at least three died after being electrocuted. Eighteen towns across the state remained at “high” risk of landslides, according to civil defense officials. The floods were particularly devastating in Rio’s northern peripheries, some of the metropolitan’s poorest areas.

Ireland’s Housing Crisis (NYT) Before sunrise each day, Aoife Diver, a teacher in Dublin, gets into her car and drives for up to 90 minutes from her uncle’s house to the opposite side of the Irish capital. After school, it is back in the car for the reverse commute. It was not always like this. Ms. Diver, 25, used to share a house with five friends close to the school where she works in South Dublin. But when her rent and bills reached almost half of her monthly salary last year, she knew she had to move back in with family. The skyrocketing cost of private rentals has left many people struggling to afford housing in Dublin and other Irish cities, pushing some to move abroad and others to commute long distances. The crunch has left teachers and social workers priced out of the communities they serve, professional couples unable to buy homes and people on lower incomes fearing homelessness. The recent riots in Dublin capitalized on the grievances of people struggling to cover their housing costs and exposed to the world the deep fractures that the crisis has created. But the issue is decades in the making, experts say.

Oxfam Inequality Report Highlights Wealth Divide As Davos WEF Begins (Forbes) The world’s five richest men have seen their fortunes more than double since 2020, while over the same period five billion people have become poorer, according to new research published by Oxfam. The report, released on the first day of the annual World Economic Forum summit in Davos, Switzerland—a prominent gathering of billionaires—stipulates that the net worth of the world’s five richest individuals, all men, has shot up from $405 billion to $869 billion since 2020. That is a rate equivalent to about $14 million per hour. “We’re witnessing the beginnings of a decade of division, with billions of people shouldering the economic shockwaves of pandemic, inflation and war, while billionaires’ fortunes boom,” Oxfam International interim executive director, Amitabh Behar, wrote in the report.

Russian air passengers face peril as planes show strain of sanctions (Washington Post) Over the first eight days of December, civilian Russian airplanes experienced at least eight serious mechanical failures, terrifying many passengers as pilots were forced to make emergency landings in cities across the country. The incidents did not kill anyone, but they illustrate the rising peril of air travel in Russia. Nearly two years of sanctions over the war in Ukraine have left airlines struggling to obtain vital spare parts and, as a result, shortcutting safety standards—in some cases with government approval. On Dec. 8, S7 Airlines passengers heard loud bangs when their Boeing 737 took off from Novosibirsk for Moscow, as both of the plane’s engines surged and spat flames, Russian media reported. The same day, a Rossiya Airlines Airbus A319 flying to St. Petersburg lost cabin pressure and began to fall from the sky shortly after takeoff from Mineralnye Vody. The pilots made an emergency landing, Russian Telegram channels reported, and video from inside the cabin showed passengers screaming and crying as oxygen masks deployed from the ceiling.

Secretive surveillance flights keep close watch on Russia and Ukraine (AP) As the second anniversary of Russia’s Feb. 24, 2022, invasion of Ukraine nears, The Associated Press obtained rare and exclusive access aboard the giant Airborne Warning and Control System, or AWACS, aircraft. With 26 military personnel and an AP journalist aboard, it flew a 10-hour reconnaissance mission from central France to Romanian airspace and back, peering with electronic eyes across southern Ukraine and the Black Sea to Russian-occupied Crimea and beyond. Circling on auto-pilot at 34,000 feet (10 kilometers), the plane fed intelligence in real time to ground-based commanders. Its mission for NATO on the eastern flank of the 31-nation military alliance also, in effect, drew a do-not-cross line in European skies. The plane’s sustained presence high above eastern Romania—seeing and also being seen by Russian forces—signaled how intensely NATO is watching its borders and Russia, ready if necessary to act should Russian aggression threaten to extend beyond Ukraine.

The War Has Reined In Ukraine’s Oligarchs, at Least for Now (NYT) For weeks, they fended off Russian assaults, holed up in a vast steel mill under barrages of missiles and mortars. And when the Ukrainian troops defending the Azovstal plant finally surrendered in May 2022, the mill had been reduced to rubble and twisted metal. The fighting at Azovstal, in the besieged city of Mariupol, was a signature moment in the early months of Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine. It was also a major setback for Ukraine’s richest man, the plant’s owner. With the destruction of Azovstal, the owner, Rinat Akhmetov, lost an industrial jewel accounting for one-fifth of Ukraine’s steel output—a multibillion dollar loss that dealt a severe blow to his longtime grip on the Ukrainian economy. Mr. Akhmetov’s case underlines how the war, by ravaging Ukrainian industry, has curbed the power of the country’s so-called oligarchs, tycoons who have long reigned over the economy and used their wealth to buy political influence, experts say. In the war’s first year, the total wealth of the 20 richest Ukrainians shrank by more than $20 billion, according to Forbes magazine.

North Korea will no longer pursue reconciliation with South because of hostility, Kim Jong Un says (AP) North Korean leader Kim Jong Un said his country would no longer pursue reconciliation with South Korea and called for rewriting the North’s constitution to eliminate the idea of shared statehood between the war-divided countries, state media said Tuesday. The historic step to discard a decades-long pursuit of a peaceful unification, which was based on a sense of national homogeneity shared by both Koreas, comes amid heightened tensions where the pace of both Kim’s weapons development and the South’s military exercises with the United States have intensified in a tit-for-tat.

Israel Unearths More of a Subterranean Fortress Under Gaza (NYT) One tunnel in Gaza was wide enough for a top Hamas official to drive a car inside. Another stretched nearly three football fields long and was hidden beneath a hospital. Under the house of a senior Hamas commander, the Israeli military found a spiral staircase leading to a tunnel approximately seven stories deep. These details and new information about the tunnels, some made public by the Israeli military and documented by video and photographs, underscore why the tunnels were considered a major threat to the Israeli military in Gaza even before the war started. But Israeli officials and soldiers who have since been in the tunnels—as well as current and former American officials with experience in the region—say the scope, depth and quality of the tunnels built by Hamas have astonished them. Even some of the machinery that Hamas used to build the tunnels, observed in captured videos, has surprised the Israeli military. In December, the network was assessed to be an estimated 250 miles. Senior Israeli defense officials, who spoke on the condition of anonymity to discuss intelligence matters, are currently estimating the network is between 350 and 450 miles—extraordinary figures for a territory that at its longest point is only 25 miles. Two of the officials also assessed there are close to 5,700 separate shafts leading down to the tunnels.

#headlines #news

[batmonkfish80]

Gloria Patri

In the opening chapter Naomi Becker wakes to discover her barn is on fire. She takes her baby Jonathan and flees.

How we ended up here is the matter of the novel. We learn that the year before in 2012, Solomon Becker, Naomi’s brother, killed sixteen people and wounded twenty three more in a mass shooting in Seattle before being killed himself. On the same day Richard, her father dies. Naomi and her mother Ruth have to deal with both, heading for Seattle on a road trip at the invitation of an FBI agent.

The shooting causes concern for a group up in the mountains, House CORE. A militia of sorts, led by Big Boy, Amos Brainerd, a former soldier. Amongst them is Andrew Cook, who recruited Solomon to the group.

Solomon and Naomi were twins, or triplets, the third Noah having been stillborn. Brought up by their parents Richard and Ruth, they were homeschooled on a farm. Richard led them in worship, believing the outside world to be sinful, and the government worst of all, though they were kept by Ruth’s government job. They met Andrew when he, part of the homeschooling group, catches chicken pox and they go over so that Soloman and Naomi catch it. Later Andrew and his mother move in.

When he turns eighteen Andrew joins the army and goes to Iraq. Solomon leaves home, gets caught up in sovereign citizen conspiracy ideas, then deeper into mystical connections with the universe. In the army Andrew learns that everything is messed up, the officers, the government, the country. When he gets out Big Boy offers him books, and they are the classic set of White Supremacist texts. When the socialist Muslim is elected president it becomes clear to Big Boy that a war is coming, and he sets up House CORE.

This is a novel about being brought up outside the mainstream, because it’s corrupt, and then going deeper down the conspiracy well. Into violent, white supremacist fantasies. Because the America they believe in is not only gone, but never existed, they’re adrift, their best instincts turn to dark ends.

It’s also a novel about family, and coming of age, and death and burial. And about faith and how it can be taken for granted, and twisted and not sustain.

And on top of the important, maybe even necessary ideas, it’s a pretty good thriller.

Read This: A powerful, timely, yet unfortunately timeless book about violent conspiracy and those who grow up in the penumbra of these ideas Don’t Read This: We’re just living through it Available From Malarkey Books: Who provided me with a review copy

#novel review #gloria patri #austin ross

[kudosmyhero]

Transformers: Megatron Origin #02

Read Date: February 13, 2023 Cover Date: July 2007 ● Writer: Eric Holmes ● Art: Alex Milne ◦ Marcelo Matere ● Colorist: Josh Perez ● Letterer: Chris Mowry ◦ Robbie Robbins ● Editor: Chris Ryall ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● some sort of gladiator pit? ● these blood sports are basically Autobot snuff films being sold on the black market ● Sentinel Prime and his law enforcement are trying to find the groups doing the fight club thing ● Soundwave and Megatron meeting for the first time ● uh oh

● RIP, Fastback… ● 👏👏👏

Synopsis: Since returning to Cybertron, Megatron and his motley group of rebellious miners have made new lives for themselves as gladiators, competing in the illegal pit fights that take place in the Forge, deep in the bowels of crime-ridden Kaon. In his very first match, Megatron finds himself up against a particularly durable foe, who shrugs off Megatron's initial attempts to impale him. He has the upper hand until Megatron uses his alternate mode as a weapon, harnessing its weight and mass to crush his opponent and run him over. As the other gladiator lies helpless on the floor, Megatron seems ready to end the fight, much to the confusion of the audience watching… until Clench, the ringmaster of these games, orders Megatron to finish the fight by killing him. Though briefly haunted by his memory of taking his first life back on Mining Outpost C-12, Megatron grabs the other gladiator's spear and uses it to fatally stab him, basking in the adulation of the crowd.

Meanwhile, Senator Ratbat dismisses the concerns of his meager assistant to attend to more important matters. A thoroughly corrupt member of the Cybertronian Senate, Ratbat lives on the upper echelons of society, and uses his wealth and connections to easily manipulate planetary events for his personal gain. During his latest session, however, Ratbat is intrigued by a report on the illegal gladiator games sweeping Cybertron, and sends his servant to investigate…

As the days pass, Megatron swiftly rises through the ranks of the bloodsports and eventually finds himself fighting alongside Clench. In one such match, Clench's team is up against the wall, giving Megatron the perfect opportunity to take advantage of Clench's momentary distraction to fatally stab the gladiatorial leader and take over.

The coup doesn't go unnoticed by Cybertronian law enforcement, who are increasingly worried about the rise of these illegal fights, the increasing prominence of Megatron's team, and their inability to find the arenas where these illicit activities take place. At Kaon's Security Services Headquarters, Prowl shows footage of the battle to his team, who are eager to put a stop to the unlawful violence—a sentiment shared by Sentinel Prime, who arrives and announces his plan to nail the gladiators in a wide-ranging police operation: a plan that will require the assistance of every Autobot officer in Kaon.

Eighteen cycles later, Cybertronian Security officers Bumper and Fastback stake out a location suspected to be the grounds for the next game. Bored with the work, their patience is rewarded when the Constructicons arrive: the gladiators aren't shipping parts to set up their mobile arenas, they're building them on-site… using parts obtained from hapless vagrants like Wheezel, who finds himself thrown into a smelting pool, his metal melted down to become the rivets and plates required to refit the abandoned venue into a suitable arena. No sooner have they finished then Soundwave turns up—a new convert to the cause who, on the behalf of his employer, offers the recently arrived Megatron an array of black market weaponry, provided that Megatron uses them as he "sees fit."

The two Autobots witness this exchange, but aren't so lucky when Megatron realizes that he's being eavesdropped on. Though the Autobots try to call for backup, they're immediately ambushed and incapacitated by Soundwave's partners: Ravage, Laserbeak, and Buzzsaw.

Bumper awakens to see Megatron stomping Fastback flat, before the gladiatorial leader turns his attention to Bumper. Bumper refuses to give in to Megatron's interrogation, and so Soundwave deploys Laserbeak—a "specialist"—to pry the necessary data from Bumper's mind. Realizing that they've been compromised, Megatron realizes that he'll have to scuttle the arena. Pleased with Soundwave's services, however, he agrees to do business with Soundwave's master… and then ties up the last loose end by crushing Bumper to death.

(https://tfwiki.net/wiki/Megatron_Origin_issue_2)

Fan Art: Megatron by velveteen2006

#idw #my idw read #transformers #phase one

[newyorkprelawland-blog]

Former President Trump Faces 13 Counts of Criminal Charge

By Tannu Punn, The State University of New York Cortland, Class of 2025

August 27, 2023

Former President Trump and eighteen others were criminally charged for the efforts to overturn Joe Biden's 2020 win in Georgia. The Atlanta-area grand jury is the fourth jury to implicate Trump, which follows a 2-and-a-half-year investigation by Fulton County District Attorney Fani T. Willis that also resulted in charges against Trump's attorney Rudy Giuliani. The grand jury claimed that all those charged have their arrest warrants ready and have until August 25, 2023, to surrender. Trump and his team have seemed to be open about his surrender, which may occur on or near the day of the first Republican presidential primary debate. 

The investigation first began in February 2021, when there was an audio leak between Former President Trump and Georgia Secretary of State Brad Raffensperger. In the recording, Trump was caught saying that he wanted to "find" the votes to reverse Biden's victory in the state of Georgia. Towards the conclusion of the investigation, Trump was charged with 13 counts, including violating the state's racketeering, soliciting a public officer to violate their oath, conspiring to impersonate a public officer, and conspiring to file false documents.

To break all of Trump's 13 counts, one can start with violating Georgia's racketeering act. (RICO- Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act) This Act allows prosecutors to charge a number of people they believe are involved in organized crime. In other words, it allows the prosecutor to connect disconnected crimes, if they believe they are committed as part of one organized crime. All defendants are facing this charge, which began with the wrongdoing that was carried out during the 2020 presidential election. The indictment claims that the group refused to accept that Trump lost the election, so they joined together to change the outcome of the election unlawfully. This group carried out a host of criminal actions to support this goal.

The second charge was the solicitation of violation of oath by a public officer, which relates to Trump's attempt at election fraud. He repeatedly contacted the top Republican leaders in Georgia, including the state's governor, lieutenant governor, and more. However, this charge is more specifically focused on Trump's call with the Speaker of the House, where Trump persuaded him to a special session with the purpose of "unlawfully appointing presidential electors" from Georgia.

Third charge: conspiracy to commit impersonating a public officer. Trump and others were accused of having people "falsely hold themselves as duly elected and qualified presidential electors" from Georgia to be counted. This was all done in favor of pushing for more pro-Trump electors unlawfully.

Fourth charge: Conspiracy to commit forgery in the first degree. This charge is similar to Trump and the others pushing for more Trump electors unlawfully. Specifically, they wrote in writing that they conspired "to knowingly make a document titled 'Certificate of the Votes of the 2020 Electors From Georgia.'" This document was falsely purported to be from actual presidential electors in Georgia.

Fifth charge: Conspiracy to commit false statements and writing. Similarly, this refers to the document described above. Trump and others claimed that the document was signed by "the duly elected and qualified Electors" from Georgia.

Sixth Charge: Conspiracy to commit to filing false statements. This is like the above charge. However, this targets Trump and the others' "knowing" that the document contained materially false statements, but still filing it.

Seventh Charge: Conspiracy to commit forgery in the first degree. This is a similar charge to the previous charge with the claim that the document was signed by qualified presidential electors from the state of Georgia when they did not give such authority and then sent to the Archivist of the US. This document was titled "RE: Notice of Filling of Electoral College Vacancy."

Eighth Charge: Conspiracy to commit false statements and writings. This refers to the same document above, but in this charge, Trump and others are accused of conspiring to make and use of this document, even though it contained false statements

Ninth Charge: Filing false documents. This charge is focused on Trump and Josh Eastman (Trump's lawyer) for conspiring to file a false document in court.

Tenth Charge: Solicitation of violation of oath by a public officer. This charge accuses Trump of persuading Brad Raffensperger, the Republican Secretary of State, to commit a felony by influencing the certified returns for presidential electors in Georgia. He was called by Trump just days before Congress was set to certify the election results saying that he needs to find votes to overcome Biden's victory.

The last three charges similarly focus on false statements and solicitation or violation of oath by a public officer. Calling on other public officials to commit crimes for his wants and desires is a crime and so is filing false statements knowing that they were purported.

As of August 25, 2023, Trump has surrendered to the authorities in Fulton County Jail, and he was later released on bond.

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[1] https://www.wsj.com/us-news/law/scott-mcafee-has-been-a-judge-six-months-he-is-now-assigned-trumps-georgia-case-c9beac23

[2] https://www.washingtonpost.com/national-security/2023/08/15/trump-indictment-georgia-charges-fulton-county/

[3] https://www.washingtonpost.com/national-security/2023/08/15/trump-charges-georgia/

[d2kvirus]

Dickheads of the Month: January 2023

As it seems that there are people who say or do things that are remarkably dickheaded yet somehow people try to make excuses for them or pretend it never happened, here is a collection of some of the dickheaded actions we saw in the month of January 2023 to make sure that they are never forgotten.    

I’m sure that it was a complete coincidence that Jair Bolsonaro was sulking around Florida at the exact same time when Bolsonaro supporters stormed the Brazilian Congress trying to overturn the result of the last election by force.  Hmm, supporters of a populist right-win leader trying to overturn an election result in early January, where have I heard that one before...?

...and then Jair Bolsonaro suddenly discovered he had to go to hospital, by complete coincidence at the exact same time that at least 1500 attempted insurrectionists had been arrested and Brazilian authorities were suddenly very interested in speaking with him

At this point it has to be asked what the Metropolitan Police actually do during their vetting process, as it has turned out that David Carrick was already investigated for domestic abuse while a serving member of the force and yet got some plum roles within the force after those investigations, and that’s before taking into account the sheer volume of sexual offences Carrick committed while a member of the force

Of course the antivax ghouls responded to Damar Hamlin having a cardiac arrest on the pitch of an NFL match with their usual hysterical screeching about his vaccination status, that's what they do - unless it's an unvaccinated celebrity like meat Loaf or Kirstie Alley, they’re strangely silent for them

Ultra-relatable nice guy Rishi Sunak finally hit on the perfect idea to revitalise the UK: make maths a mandatory part of education until you're 18, because as he said he did maths and he did alright...at a school where the fees were £45k per term, which obviously had no effect whatsoever...

The always charming Suella Braverman continued her charm offensive at a constituency meeting where, having been told by a Holocaust survivor just how familiar her rhetoric sounds, dismissed her concerns in the most assholish way with a “That’s your opinion”-style response and then doubled down on how there’s nothing wrong with what she says - before the Home Office attempted to bully the Twitter account who posted a video of the exchange into taking the video down

Oh boy, did the British gutter press completely lose their shit when the first excerpts of Prince Harry’s book came out?  Lose their shit while, by complete coincidence, misquoting and misrepresenting every single thing they claimed they weren't at all interested in, while feeding their readers who also have no interest in the book numerous pages of their rags with coverage of the book every day

...although quite why TK Maxx thought weighing in to deny they every have sales so therefore Prince Harry is a liar...which they stated in the middle of their January sale which is apparent to anybody visiting their stores or website asks so many questions, starting with “Who asked you?”

...and then the increasingly deranged Angela Levin decided to chip in by saying that, because Meghan Markle wasn't joining Harry in the interviews promoting the book, this makes the whole thing about Meghan so is therefore reason to once again start ranting and raving about Meghan which definitely has nothing to do with Levin getting bodied in Harry's book, absolutely not

Just when you think Jonathan Gullis couldn’t be anymore of a knobhead, the barking sealion responds to a question at PMQs about the Home Office losing at least 90 migrant children over the course of eighteen months with the school bully retort of “they shouldn’t have come here illegally” because, of course, it's their fault, and definitely not incompetence and/or corruption by Home Office officials for losing the children and/or handing them to traffickers

...and sentiment which Mark Easton soon echoed, which is exactly the sort of thing you expect to hear from the BBC Home Affairs Editor live on air

It’s no longer enough for Graham Linehan to be a rampaging TERF, now he's decided that he’s also going to jump on the antivaxxer and climate change denier gravy trains in as if his wife left him for other reasons

So it turns out that Nadhim Zahawi has committed £3m worth of tax fraud...and then (briefly...) became Chancellor of the Exchequer.  Yes, this is the same Nadhim Zahawi who routinely calls striking workers “greedy”

...and what did the ultra-relatable Rishi Sunak do when it was obvious that Zahiwi’s tax-dodging was overshadowing everything else?  Why, he did the square root of fuck all, because not for the first time Sunak demonstrated his belief that doing something is what other people are supposed to do

...and when Nadhim Zahawi was finally sacked for breaching the ministerial code, more than a week after the story of his industrial scale tax dodging was revealed, how did he respond?  By blaming the media for his downfall, with no mention of that whole tax thing

Billionaire manchild Elon Musk once again demonstrated what a fan of freeze peach he is by shadow banning Ken Klippenstein from Twitter for sharing a story about Tesla’s self-driving vehicles causing a multi-car pileup in San Francisco which happened because Musk decided the best way to test the self-driving technology is let drivers be unpaid beta testers on roads, for example a tunnel in San Francisco where a Tesla brakes and pulls left and has seven cars smack into the back of it

...the same billionaire manchild Elon Musk who is now sharing antisemitic conspiracy theories on Twitter.  Hmm, I wonder why he’s now trying to entice advertisers back to the platform by suggesting they don’t have to pay to advertise...?

...and because billionaire manchild Elon Musk really wanted to demonstrate his freeze peach credentials, he censored all links to a BBC documentary critical of Narendra Modi’s role in a 2002 massacre after Narendra Modi said to Elon that he would really like valid criticism of him expunged from the social media platform and Musk couldn’t cave fast enough

...and then billionaire manchild Elon Musk started engaging with anti-Ukrainian conspiracy theories being proliferated by pro-Putin Twitter users

I’m starting to think that Nick Clegg likes inflicting tsunamis of shite on people, because not content with signing off on inflicting a Tory government on the UK and everything which has happened in the thirteen years since, he's now signed off on reinstating Donald Trump to Facebook and Instagram

I’m trying to figure out which is worse: the fact that Susan Meachen faked her own death by suicide two years ago, the fact that Susan Meachen hid behind a fake identity (TN Steele, for those interested) to troll people while marketed the very much not dead  Susan Meachen, or the fact that Susan Meachen suddenly popped up again on Facebook to say “LOL, it was a publicity stunt!” while hoping nobody remembered making donations for Susan Meachen‘s funeral after it was claimed she committed suicide in 2020

We know the BBC is impartial after learning that Richard Sharp signed off on giving proven liar Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson a £800,000 loan, and a few weeks afterwards proven liar Boris Johnson made Sharp the new Chairman of the BBC

...and how did Laura Kuenssberg approach this story the day after it broke?  By having a panel on her show which included Rachel Johnson saying everything was above board and transparent, and Iain Duncan Smith - which was apparently the “balanced” view her show wanted to offer

Once again David Baddiel is trying to gatekeep all conversations about he Holocaust, this time responding to a Holocaust vigil from the gypsy, Roma and traveller community by accusing them of pretending six million Jews weren't exterminated by the Nazis which just so happens to sound a lot like David Baddiel handwaving the Roma community had between 600,000 and 1.5 million exterminated, and by complete coincidence this reminded people of his track record of making jokes about the gypsy and Roma community...

Not only is proven liar Boris Johnson once again exploiting Ukrainians to try and boost his profile in a desperate attempt to get his old job back, but now he's making up shit about Vladimir Putin having a missile ready to go in 60 seconds or less to launch specifically at him, which is certainly an odd way for the Kremlin to treat a prized asset...

There are ways to get retirement tours rolling and The Great Muta clearly wasn't taking notes on what those are, since the main talking point after his match against Shinsuke Nakamura was how he repeatedly used gay slurs about Nakamura in the post-match press conference

Anybody hoping Square Enix would be walking back from starting 2022 by fully embracing NFTs and blockchain and all that crap were in for an unpleasant surprise when Yosuke Matsuda began 2023 by doubling down hard on that exact same crap

The Streisand Effect claimed Logan Paul as its latest victim after Paul responded to Coffezilla’s expose of his CryptoZoo scam game was to upload a response video to say everyone involved in the game was a con man other than him and that they were so much worse than what Coffezilla said about them so he decided to threaten a lawsuit against...Coffezilla, not the “con men” that he was working with who were more despicable than Coffeezilla reported

...and soon after it emerged that Logan Paul had abandoned his pet pig to die in a field, and it was only sheer luck that saw the pig spotted by a member of the public and a rescue shelter being called

With grim predictability Vince McMahon slithered his way back into WWE, thanks in no small part to the board of directors unanimously voting for him to return with all the grace and dignity of a January 6th insurrectionist, all because his fragile ego couldn't bear to see WWE continuing without him and people seeming to be okay with that fact

Yes, of course Kari Lake is still deluding herself and her followers that she didn't lose the Arizona gubernatorial election last November...

I’m sure that Andrew Bridgen felt like a very clever man when he made a direct comparison between Covid vaccination and The actual goddamn Holocaust - although he may not have felt so clever when he had the whip removed because even the Tories wouldn't accept his excuse of saying a far-right pro-Russian think tank told him so

The uncannily ability of Keir Starmer to make himself look anything other than “forensic” when it comes to anything resembling a policy once again reared its head where, in a bid to lay out NHS reforms, he started babbling about people self-diagnosing internal bleeding instead of taking up a GP’s time

The always-charming Jacob Rees Mogg had a particularly charmless take on civil servants reporting bullying from the Tory minister in charge of their department: stop being “snowflaky” - a comment which immediately raises suspicions of what Rees Mogg is like when he deigns the visit the departments he keeps getting parachuted into

So now the MAGA louts are banging on about gas stoves as part of their culture wars bullshit, which is exactly what a calm, sane and rational group of people would do

Militant TERF nutjob JK Rowling is now getting so entrenched in her being a TERF (but don't you dare call her a TERF!) is now trying to say her and her gender critical nutjob friends to the Suffragettes, a belief which out-cringes her talk of her box of missing fucks

Once again Lee Anderson assaulted a member of the public and was filmed doing it, this time laying his hands on Steve Bray and stealing his hat - and then being dumb enough to brag about it when being interviewed by Dan Wootton on GorillaBollocks News

Genius move by Wizards of the Coast to try and “update” the Open Gaming License that has been in place for over twenty years to one that can be best be described as an Open Your Wallets Gaming License...and then rapidly walked it back when the outcry almost immediately started costing them money with people unsubscribing from D&D Beyond so rapidly that WOTC tried to hide the unsubscribe page.  Why yes, their walkback just so happened to be announced the day after that little debacle...

Congratulations to ultra-relatable nice guy Rishi Sunak for being the first person in history to be issued with a fixed penalty notice as both Chancellor of the Exchequer and Prime Minister, the latter issued after he posted a video of himself not wearing a seatbelt in a car to his socials

This month antivaxxers are making themselves look like complete fucking morons by posting videos online of them faking seizures, or to be more accurate faking what they think a seizure looks like, claiming they weren’t suffering symptoms such as shaking their hand for a few seconds when picking up a can of soda until getting the Pfeizer vaccine

Mug salesman Steven Crowder thought he wouldn't sound like a complete dingus by comparing the $50m Daily Wire contract he rejected to slavery - made that much more obvious by him whining that one of the clauses in his contract would be he’d be paid less if he was banned from social media, because apparently nobody has a contract which states they are paid less if they make less money due to fucking up doing their job

...which naturally led to Candace Owens accusing Crowder of soSHulIzm, because at this point members of the alt-right are so incapable of understanding that they are saying that free market capitalism is bad that they may as well demonstrate that none of them understand the English language

Suffice to say Nadine Dorries was not a happy bunny boiler when Michelle Donelan binned off Dorries’ petty and vindictive plans to privatise Channel 4, and oh boy was she seething when she went on a Twitter rampage in response

After all the effort that Marjorie Taylor Greene put into trying to reinvent herself, which boiled down to using makeup, combing her hair differently and pretending there isn't a wealth of evidence of her supporting January 6th insurrectionists, it was all out of the window within a day when she flipped out because she used a Dr Dre song without permission in a tweet and got copywrite struck

There’s insane and then there’s the Daily Telegraph thinking they were debunking the suggestion that Prince Andrew sucked Virginia Giuffre’s toes in a bath by staging a photo of two people in masks in a bath to prove it is impossible...while making it patently obvious that those two people could have indulged in some toe-sucking while also reminding us that, hey, didn't Prince Andrew pay £12m of taxpayer's money to somebody he never met?

It’s remarkable how Mindy Kaling managed to unite the entire internet behind the banner of saying that Velma is unwatchable catshite apparently written by people who hate Scooby Doo, from people capable of forming coherent sentences about writing comedy instead of just cribbing the worst writing tropes of Rick & Morty and Family Guy to churn out content, to the angry people who are definitely not racist incels foaming at the mouth about it

...but I would be remiss if I did not give HBO Max their own little paragraph, as in their desperation to delude people into thinking Velma was a hit they ditched all other animation on their platform just so they could say Velma was the most-watched animation on their service

It appears that nobody at Rebel Media has said “Hey, maybe having our interchangeable so-called reporters chase Greta Thunberg around Davos asking the sort of asinine questions about climate change that were debunked thirty years ago might look a little creepy?” what with their so-called reporters chasing Greta Thunberg around Davos during the World Economic Forum asking the sort of asinine questions which were thoroughly debunked over thirty years ago and usually getting owned so hard in the process while missing the fact they’d been owned that hard that they shouldn't have bothered

It's hardly the first time that Nadine Dorries has proven herself ignorant of the Streisand Effect, but when she mocked a Twitter user who dared suggest she’s not fit to tie her shoelaces for having only fifteen followers what did she expect to happen?  Because it appears she was the only person surprised by that account ballooning to 15,000 followers within 24 hours

...and then Lee Anderson also demonstrated his ignorance of the Streisand Effect, mocking one of his constituents on Twitter who dared criticise him for having just five followers...and within two days they had over 30,000 followers, and within four days more followers than Anderson

In the mind of Gina Carano the reason why Terror on the Prarie made a whopping $804 at the box office was something something “woke” - which must be news to the film’s producer Ben Shapiro as well as its target audience of Daily Wire readers...although given they also called the film “woke” solely because it had a female lead, it's almost as if Carano and Shapiro misjudged the levels of derangement of their target audience, which is equal to it's lead “star”

I wonder if Jessica O’Donnell is regretting her new year’s message of "shoot guns and watch college football” after shooting herself in the foot at a college football game...?

I would really appreciate if Tumblr sorted out the pornbots.  Which is what I said in last month's edition of this so-called column...

Entitled belled Judas Escariot Sol Campbell began his year not with his usual “charming” habit of publicly demanding managerial jobs, instead he started it by publicly demanding he be included in the New Year’s Honours List

#dickheads of the month