#That was the real reason why he became bust

[masquenoire]

Regarding Roman’s parents, the abuse he suffered at their hands went further than just neglect. Financially he was certainly well-provided for, never left to starve but behind closed doors, there was an abundance of anger and resentment in the family household. Mr. and Mrs. Sionis were *obsessed* with how they were regarded by their peers, especially the Waynes whom they aspired to be like despite loathing them in secret and their obsession with the wealthy family only deepened much to the deterioration of their own.

Mrs. Sionis was particularly resentful, both towards her husband and child as well as the people she envied so much. They lived the picture perfect life she craved, imagining herself in their shoes to the point she became absorbed with what they must have thought of her, how much ‘better’ life would be if only she could be more like Martha Wayne. Roman quickly began to despise both families; the Waynes for always being what his parents were concerned about and his own for only caring about how they looked to everybody else, ignoring their own son or how their behaviour was making him feel. Many nights he overheard vicious arguments, his parents blaming one another for perceived slights against them and how it was the other’s fault, how much they hated each other but also blaming them for how Roman turned out, how they were burdened with a freak like him instead of an ideal son like Bruce. As a result, Roman hated every moment of his childhood growing up, hating his parents more and more every passing year for how fake they were, pretending to be a doting couple who publically adored their ‘friends’ while talking shit about them behind their backs, how they refused to drop this pointless facade which only made them all miserable. He’d long since learned to keep his mouth shut, not to embarass his parents before their peers otherwise he’d end up being the one severely punished by his parents later on taking out their frustrations on him instead of each other.

#( 💀 ♮ IMMACULATE INTERESTS ♮ | musings ) #( 💀 ♮ UNMASKED MALICE ♮ | headcanons ) #Draig and Bri got me thinking lately seeing posts about their muse's parents and childhood #Roman wasn't exactly 'neglected' as he had food and clean clothes but emotionally he was #Constantly hearing his parents talking about the Waynes and comparing themselves to them was tiresome #Especially when they started comparing Roman to Bruce #'Bruce is such a nice boy why couldn't we have had a son like him instead of a freak like you' #And so on and so on #Mr Sionis didn't care much for Roman as he wanted a son to pass the family company onto #Hence why Roman failed with Janus Cosmetics #That was the real reason why he became bust #His dad didn't teach him how to run a company since he never intended to leave it to Roman in the first place #Didn't think women had a place doing so #Roman winged it for five years but made the crucial error of investing in a failed line of toxic chemicals #He was deceived by fradulent developers and turned to being a criminal because of it

[honestsycrets]

omg sex worker miguel o’hara? 🤧🫡

grande | sex worker!miguel o'hara x assistant!reader

❛ pairing | sex worker!miguel o'hara x assistant!reader.

❛ type | extended drabble; 2kish words; explicit

❛ summary | you probably shouldn't tell a man that he's small. even if you've known him a very long time-- and especially if you see him fuck every day.

❛ tags | sex worker au, improper use of belts, male receiving oral, slight disagreements, workplace argument, Spanish is not translated

❛ sy’s notes | ...i now have an escort!miggy x rich girl!reader in my drafts to be finished at some other time because it became a bit depressing and plotty. needed something light to get back into writing for a bit.

He doesn’t play fair. Most women understand that about him. They know Miguel to be the man who bends the delicate boundaries of rules for a good fuck— be it a place, be it a position. Miguel would do what he had to for a better clip. 

“Miggy?” You said, hands behind your hips. He should have known then that you were up to some shit. You hover somewhere in his vision with a sugar-sweet smile. You’ve worked with him alongside him since he chose this profession. Most days, he watched you sit by your favorite window that cast a warm midday sun, tacking away with fingers that flew across the keys. Some days, you’re watching him-- mounted on another woman. He cocked his thick brow at you. 

“What?”

“I… it’s just… fuck. Elena had something come up.” 

“Like I said she would."

Miguel set his fist to his cheek, swirling his protein shake in the other hand. This woman was your idea, not his. There’s a reason your voice choked on the words. You were anxious about your news the way your hands rounded to the front of your body, clammy hands plastered onto your tablet.

“I just thought—“

“I know what you thought. You thought my followers would like her.” He took a swig of his drink. “Not if she’d like me.”

That was exactly the issue. You do too much worrying about what the viewer likes, not enough about what he would like. He was well aware from every ping from Elena and the contorted little face you made that she was scared of him. As to why, he was not certain. He's grumpy, not dangerous.

“She does like you— it’s just your dick,“ you fumbled with your tablet, nearly spilling it over on his lap. “I told her you weren’t that big. She’s just— dramatic.”

“Not that big?” 

You’re not winning this fight. He threw a look at the tablet, finding your suggestion more egregious than your description of it. Too thick! She complained. He’d stretch her out. Or, so she feared. He sincerely doubted that. She took enough dick that if that were the case, she’d have an issue long before now.

He’s not that big in real life. All that big dick crap is just marketing. I see his dick all the time. 

Then you fuck him!

His mouth flattened into an unmoveable line, clearly unappeased with your response. For a moment, he did not move. He did not fidget. Nor respond. He simply stared down at you with those sharp, unhumored eyes. What little security you had in convincing him flitted away. He abandoned his drink on the table and leaned in close. Close enough that his thick strands of dark hair tickle your skin. Enough that you can smell the perfumed oil that lingered on his tanned skin. He always smelled so good.

“Until you’ve fucked me onscreen,” he brushed past. “Don’t tell women who will what I’m like.” 

Oh. You made a mistake.

You don’t like it when Miguel is angry. 

Most days coming to work, Miguel has a hot coffee on the table for you as you edit his finest ball-busting work. When the days stretch a little too long, he tells you when enough is enough. And, if you were lucky, he hovered at the stove and made you something to eat. It gave you a perfect sight of his toned shoulders and the long column of his spine-- which he so graciously allowed you to drool over day by day. Today, there was no half-dressed hunk making your delicious meals in sight. 

He’s still angry. You pulled up his socials, scrolling through the responses to the latest video. A teasing blooper of a clip with a woman with Miguel’s length halfway down her throat, coughing up his seed all over her chest as you mistakingly giggle behind the screen. 

“Keep laughing and see what happens,” Miguel drifted to yours, eyes hazy and soft, chest rising violently with the sundering sensation of his orgasm. He watched for the span of only a few heartbeats, a decadent warning exchanged between the two of you immeasurable before the camera. He reached for a tissue.

“Perdóname, papi.” 

Does anyone know if they’re fucking? A user asked. It’s as if Miguel’s co-star was but a fading character. Any chance of seeing him fuck her?? Whats her @? 

She’s just his employee.

Need this.

Just an employee. The words pulled on a string of connection that could at any time be cut. Miguel had no interest in wielding the scissors to do so, rather, over the past few years the string only became stronger. He’ll get over it. You stared at the reflection of your poorly made cup of cafecito, undrunken because no one made it like Miguel made it. He’s there, hovering around the sink, but you feel all the more alone in the room. Producer, editor, friend-- your eyes fell back to the cup. 

“Are you done?” Miguel hovered by your coffee cup. It was cool to the touch. 

“Ah. Sí.” 

You gazed up at him, regret seeping from your features. If you apologized yet again, he’d simply leave the room. There are no good words. No ones that would make sense, no words that would… be good enough to make him come back when he’s in this mood, unmoveable and distant. You’re so close to him-- but all alone.

He takes the cup away.

“What’s the meaning of this?”

Miguel dropped his phone on your office desk. It thumped over the tablespace, his expression morphing into something wrong. You turn his phone upright, knowing the contents before the information actually registers in your mind. 

“It’s a picture of me,” you closed the top of your laptop and whirled around in the chair, knocking your knees against his. He’s closer than he’s been in days. 

“Yes. But what else?” he rumbled. 

You’re not stupid, remembering the launch of merch that Miguel sincerely doubted anyone would be seriously interested in. How many people wore a male sex worker’s merch? This was all your idea, of course. Your lip is bitten fat, stripped of skin. Your eyes wandered across the table to the cabinet with an array of different cameras. Miguel rapped his scarred knuckles over the table, blocking your desperation for an escape. He wanted a substantial answer.

“You told me to make sure it sold.” 

“And that meant model with your ass out on my page.”

“You don’t like it?” 

"Dios," that’s not the point. He breathed a forceful breath, navigating your rolling chair up against the bed in the room. Typically the bed was used for a late night at the office or one of Miguel’s performances with any number of women you cast him with. Or, as you preferred, when he masturbates by himself-- squeezing his hand along his length as your phantom hand poured more wet lubricant over his cock. The sheets are always stained and consequentially changed.

“I don’t like that they know what you look like,” Miguel supplied, his chest cresting into a fall. His gaze fell to your hands, settled in a clasp over your short skirt. Now he knew what you looked like. “Do you know how many requests I have to…”

“Fuck me.” 

“Sí,” Miguel said, your name dying on his tongue. “To fuck you.” 

“Then do it. You have a camera.”

What-- his gaze read. It’s in the way his brow pushed together, how his lips fell just so lightly apart. He would say something more, but your hands are on his dark slacks, tracking up toward his sturdy leather belt. In only an hour or so, Miguel was meant to record with Elena, who, you convinced. He should be saving his stamina for that, not this. Even so, his hands hovered atop your own, grunting slightly in response, unable to stop what you were doing. 

“Don’t ask me to ruin you.”

“I think you already have,” you murmured, finding his soft cock. You stroked him through his pants, drawing along his length, getting him where you want him. With every scene you recorded, you knew what Miguel liked. You knew he liked scenes where he could take his time, as short and far between as they were. You want that too. You drew the belt loose and unbuttoned the little spry button. So close, you could almost taste him.

“Are you going to record it?” You gestured toward the desk, pulling his cock into the free air. He’s an impressive length, just as you recall, you think he has to be to be an adult actor. The real treat is Miguel’s thick girth, swirled with delicious veins. You had seen his dick at least a hundred times, delighted in watching him meet his orgasm time and time again, and touched yourself to the thought of being just like his many girls. 

“No,” Miguel pulled his belt from the loops and tugged it around his wrist. He let the other hand find the back of your head, weaving through smooth locks of hair, guiding your lush lips to his cock. “This is all for me.” 

When he spoke like that, all you wanted was to make him happy. Your moist mouth separated, warm breath tickling the length that he shoved into your wet mouth. Maybe Elena had a point, you think, suckling around his length once, drawing to his fat tip. He hums in response, bucking back deep into your mouth. Miguel didn't want to wait, causing you to gag over his length, a terrible coughing resonating about his dick. Now that he had you here, he would show you how wrong you were.

“I thought I wasn’t that big,” Miguel’s hand left your head, stretching his belt across the back of your neck. Bucking forward, you gagged around his length, scratching his clothed hip for some mercy. If he wasn’t so big-- you could take it, couldn’t you? “Just like that. Hm? Cómo?” 

He was gracious enough to allow you off his cock, gasping for air as you were, the depth of his plunging cock having pricked a few oversensitized tears on the sides of your eyes. You’re beautiful like that, overwrought and needy. Your heart rattled in the confines of your ribcage, wheezing as you jerked him pathetically. How certain you look now, tugging on him for a moment of relief.

“I’m sorry--” 

“Ya sé.” 

Your eyes fluttered shut, guiding him back into your mouth. Your cheeks hollowed out, drawing him in fast and hard. If not for the belt around the back of your neck, he might have stumbled, stuck between the warmth of your mouth and the pleasured groans tickling his length. You’re well-accustomed to what the girls do, stretching your palm around his dick.

“Harder,” he remarked, throwing a half-chewed-up curse aside. Unlike with the other girls, he’s weak before the pleasure, usually focused and refined, his jaw clenches. He’s gotten weak-- has it been that long since he’s had sex outside of the roll of the camera? 

“Miggy,” you pulled back, your sloppy tongue swirling about his fat tip. He catches the moan in his chest, refusing to let it crest over, not yet. His eyes catch yours, muscular stomach flexing, he’s listening. “I want to taste you. Can I taste you?” 

You’re such a good niña. Miguel forces you back to your rightful place on his cock, the band stretched so tight around his fists that he might break it. Your name becomes an unbearable, pleasurable slur on his tongue. He’s a trained man, knowing to cum when you say to come on each shoot. In many ways, he's your trained dog: cuming when he's told to.

His length pulsed in your mouth for one final thrust before he gave you what you wanted, strands of release spraying the back of your warm little mouth. You suckled him up, even as he tried to pull free. You cleaned his cock, sucking him nice and clean. Miguel brushed off your attempt to zip him away.

“Don’t bother,” Miguel breathed, pulling at the black-tie strapped to his throat. His white dress shirt was soaked, causing him to roll the sleeves up to his elbows. His voice dropped, well-fucked out but nearly ready for another round. “Your cunt is next.” 

“But Elena is on her w--” 

“Fuck her,” Miguel waved his hand, slouching into your chair. “Fix the camera. We have a video to shoot.” 

If nothing else-- now you can tell her how big he really is.

#miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara/reader #atsv imagines #atsv imagine #atsv fic #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #miggy x reader #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel ohara imagine #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara smut

[creepling]

Johnny fucking Stockholm’d!Reader in the back of one of the old cars behind the family house? 👀 In one of your mini fics you mentioned him taking her out to the sunflower fields, maybe that’s when it happens?

busted cars and sunsets - j. slaughter / 1k

an: hey i kinda went astray from relating it to the sunflower field drabble but it still has all that other good stuff you asked for!! i also ended up writing more than i thought so i hope you like it<33

tags: smut. MDNI. gn!reader. stockholm syndrome (kinda??). descriptions of trauma. canon-mentions of violence and cannibalism. innocent, sheepish reader. johnny is surprisingly gentle and nice?? but it might be a bluff. making out. grinding. fucking in a car. doggystyle. mentions of kidnapping.

Johnny was looking everywhere for you. Nancy was calling for supper, and you weren’t in the shed like you said you would be. He tried not to think about it too much, the thought of you running away or trying to escape. Maybe you got distracted or went inside for a drink. The sun was setting, and Johnny’s worrying crept up, forming a lump in his throat.

You were sheepish. At least you have been with the Slaughter family. Every minor squeak or crack sent you scattering. Maybe it was the trauma of trying to escape the house, the first time you ate human flesh, or the fact that the family kidnapped you. It’s been so long since the incident that you have begun to accept your fate and grow fond of your captures. Are people still looking for you? Or have they given up like they did with Maria? The thoughts clouded your mind, and you hugged your legs in the back of the rusted car in the Slaughter’s yard.

Johnny realised real quick where you were hiding. He noticed that you liked hiding, growing attached to your company. Johnny wished you grew attached to him, but adjusting to a new life takes a while. That is how he perceived it: you were lucky, the family liked you, and they spared your life. Now you’re one of them, and he can make you happy. Johnny made his way towards the cars, the ones too far gone to fix, and peered inside the busted-out window to see your trembling frame.

“Hey, sweetheart. Why you all bundled up in here?” Johnny said, surprisingly, in a soothing voice. You peeked your head up, giving a meek smile. You like it when he speaks softly. It is the only thing that makes you feel safe. His effort on tenderness is bearable, given the circumstances.

“Nubbin’s trap set off while I was picking flowers. I got scared,” You say. Johnny knew you were telling the truth from the look in your eyes. He motioned his hand to your ankle, checking for injury. “Don’t worry,” You reassure, cringing, “It didn’t get me.”

Johnny let out a stressful sigh. “That darn idiot. I’m gonna beat him over the head,” Johnny spat under his breath. He looked over at you, seeing you back into the corner as he displayed anger. He relaxed his cold stare and slowly opened the rusty door, sliding into the seat next to you and resting his hand on your knee.

“You got nothing to be scared about. No one’s gonna hurt you no more. Nubbins is just being reckless with his traps. Y’know, he puts them around to catch the rabbits.” Johnny reassures, levelling with reason in hopes you calm you down.

You sat silently until another call for supper came from inside the house. You looked at Johnny, twiddling a piece of string from your shirt. “I’m not really hungry,” You mutter, “Sorry…”

Johnny nodded in understanding, rubbing your calf with a gentle stroke. “That’s all right, darlin’. You can eat whenever you feel like it,” He knew Nancy wouldn’t like that much, but he certainly would protect you if she nagged you for it.

“Can we stay in here for a while? Watch the sunset?” You enquire, the thought of it making you smile. Appreciating the small things became a method to keep your sanity. It also made excuses for being around the house, a place you find troubling.

“Alright, but we go inside once the sun’s down, okay?” Johnny reasoned, and you nodded happily. 

You crawl over to Johnny and rest your head on his chest, spotting the sun meeting the horizon at your eye level. Johnny only had his eyes on you, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair, his tongue sliding along his bottom lip in thought.

“It’s beautiful,” You mutter, charmed by the colours in the evening sky.

“You’re beautiful,” Johnny claimed, his body sensing bashfulness prevail over you.

You look into his eyes, a slight smirk on Johnny’s face as he admires your innocence. Subconsciously, Johnny’s lips lean closer to yours. You stood still like time was frozen, fluttering your eyes shut when he kissed you.

He was rough but passionate as if to prove something to you. His hands explore you, cupping the back of your neck, grasping your thighs, tracing circles on the small of your back. You would be lying if you didn’t find it pleasant, giggling as he nibbled on your bottom lip, whispering sweet nothings. Your hips grind against him, feeling Johnny’s hot breath on your cheek as he gasped. 

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that, darlin’,” He chuckled, “You’ll get me worked up,”

“I can’t help it,” You laughed, your words conflicting with your innocent tone.

“Keep going,” Johnny purred, resting his hands on your waist and guiding your hips. You comply, watching the lustful stare in his eyes as he admires the movement of your body. You hike your shirt up, teasing him as you expose your stomach, slowly raising it until your chest greets his stare. Johnny gazes longingly up at you before entangling you into his hands and kissing you roughly.

“I need you so bad,”

The sun was greeting the horizon, the sky a deep tangerine, matching the tarnished colouring of the car. Your hand presses against the window, and a deep moan breaks loose from your confounded expression.

“Keep going, please, please-” You plead, gripping the busted leather seats to adjust to Johnny’s length inside you.

Johnny hunches over your body, teeth scraping down your spine, holding you in place with his rough hands. Estranged strands of hair sticking to his forehead. Sweat highlights the arc of his muscles.

“You’re so good for me,” He pants. He had to make this quick; otherwise, the family would set out looking for him. He feels you tightening around him, making him bend further down and grip your shoulders, burying his face into your neck.

Johnny’s groans grew husky, sending shivers down your spine. Arching your back, you grind into him. The profoundness of his cock inside you makes you fumble over your moans.

“Yes, baby. That’s it,” Johnny encouraged, rutting into you. “Keep fucking going.”

The rate of Johnny shagging into you eventually lends him his climax, and yours perfectly lines up with his. Both of your clothes are hanging by threads on your bodies. You collapse in each other's arms. His arms engulf you as you straddle his lap, your eyes drunk with lust, admiring your kidnapper, your disastrous love affair. 

“You’ll never leave me, will you?” Johnny asked, staring into your soul, soaking in everything about you.

“I would never,” You breathe out.

“Promise?” Johnny pleaded, brushing a strand of hair from your glistening face, basking in your doe-like glow.

“I promise,” You whisper, kissing the scars on his knuckles. Your mind goes astray, maybe from the lustrous high or because you made a promise you might not keep.

#johnny slaughter x reader #johnny slaughter #johnny sawyer x reader #johnny sawyer #tcm game #texas chainsaw massacre #creepling.brainrot

[f4iry-bell]

Grayson x reader argument angst/comfort

dates and bags

this was supposed to be in my current series but I've decided to stop it and so it's here!! idk if it'll come under comfort tho because it's just vvv little confort but YEAH!!!!!

It has been exactly a month since things started becoming a bit serious with Grayson and her. A month of pure contentment. But it didn't last long, it was like someone was praying for them to seperated because Grayson started being distant. Everyday phone calls became text messages, text messages became one word reply or being left on read. Weekly dates or just them going out together became rare. He barely answered her calls, he'd text her ‘im bust’ after ignoring her calls. At first she believed that he was actually busy with work, after all he had his own life. But how long can one stay busy? Probably Grayson Hawthorne but this time Grayson Hawthorne has a girlfriend or whatever they are right now. A serious commitment.

It took her three phone calls and use of imperative sentences to convince him to meet her at a cafe they used to meet. Neither of them spoke much once Grayson arrived at the cafe late. 

“So, how are you doing?” She asked him with a bland tone. 

“Fine” He replied with an aloof tone.

“Are you sure?” She asked with her eyebrows raised. 

“Yes.” 

“Then why have you been acting like an asshole to me all week?” She snapped.

Grayson was taken aback by her snapping. But he kept his cool. “No need of vulgar language to resolve whatever silly reason you're mad at me for” 

“Silly reason?” She scoffed.

“I don't think I have done anything for you to be this mad” He said.

“You've been distancing yourself from me and ghosting me for a week!” She tried hard not to yell.

“I told you, I have been busy. Plus, I do answer your texts.” 

“No, you don't. You say ‘ok’, ‘i'll text you later’, ‘i’m busy’. You don't answer me.” She cleared it for him.

“I thought you'd understand that I'm a busy man, I don't have time for you all day”

“But you did when we met! If not all day, you had time for me for at least an hour. Now you can't even spare me a minute” She breaks down, the anger now turning into hurt.

Instead of giving her a reason, a real reason. Grayson tried to leave. “Look, I don't have time for this. I'll talk to you later,”he said.

“Screw this. Don't bother. If you even bother enough to think about me.” She stood up, grabbing her bag and taking out a bill to pay. “I'm out of this. I'm done” 

“What do you mean?” He asked as he watched her move out of their table.

“You know what I mean.” With that the one romantic relationship that worked out well for Grayson ended.

_

She tried not to think about Grayson and how he used to treat her, she tried not to care at all so she wouldn't be hurt. But she failed every time. It has been exactly four days since she called it off and blocked his number, not that she was expecting him to call or text. At 1 in the morning someone knocked on her apartment door. She walked out of bed and started to think whether or not to answer the door, it's 1 am, who could it be? 

Sighing she opened the door just 3 inches to see who it was while holding a broomstick behind her. She was surprised and angry to see who it was. 

“Grayson?”

He smiled. “Hello, love” She can smell the alcohol in his breath.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, and she noticed he was still holding a flask. How much did he drink?

“I missed you” He looked at her how he used to.

“Well keep missing me, cause I'm not talking to you. Go back to your place” She said and was about to slam the door but stopped when he gagged like was going to puke. 

“Sorry about that. Anyways, you look so beautiful,” he commented with a cheeky smile. Her anger only grew.

“Did you drive here?” She asked and he nodded. “Are you stupid? Driving while you're this drunk?” She asked, followed by an annoyed scoff.

 She shook her head and asked him to book a cab and go back to his place again, when he tried to get closer to her he almost lost his balance.

“You're so frustrating.” She said and grabbed his arm to help him inside her apartment, she helped him to sit on the couch and went to grab a glass of water for him. When she came back he was drinking from the flask again, she snatched it from his hand and handed him the glass. “Drink this”

“Thank you” He drank it. “Shouldn't you be mad at me?” He asked. 

“I am.”

“Then why are you offering me water?”

“So you can sober up and leave”

“Wrong. Because you're nice,” he said. “Too nice. Too pretty, too adoring, too passing, too considerate” He kept going.

“All that and yet—” Grayson cut her off mid sentence by talking.

“I told my brothers about you” He said. “And what happened”

“What did they say?” She tried not to think that Grayson told his brothers because he thought he messed up.

“They called me an idiot” He smiled.

“You are”

“I know. They also said you deserve an explanation. I guess that's why I'm here” 

“Go on, explain”

“Like I said, you're just too good. Too good for me, I don't deserve you but I decided to be selfish when I asked you out. But I started to panic because I was getting attached to you, I thought this would just be a fling but it was becoming so much bigger. It wasn't supposed to be like that for me, I can't stay selfish for a very long time. If you know my family history you'd hate me.” He explained.

“You think you don't deserve me? Grayson, I'm not special. And that is no excuse to distance yourself from me. Do you know how much you've hurt me? And I don't care about your family history, I liked you for you. You as an individual.”

“You liked me? You don't like me now? I understand. It was a false hope for thinking you'd still like me, I did act like an asshole to you” He let out a fake chuckle.

She thought for a moment before speaking. “I still like you, you know. You can't dislike someone just like that, especially someone like you.” She said.

Grayson blinked “You do?”

She nods.

“Does that mean you'd be willing to forgive me? My brothers said I should at least try and ask you for another chance” He asked.

She rolled her eyes. “First of all you didn't apologise yet.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For pushing you away because I hate myself and can't allow myself to have nice things” 

She sighs. “It's gonna take a lot more than a drunken apology.”

“So you'd be willing to try?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

She shrugged. “Now come on, let's get you to bed.” She said and took his hand, and laid him on her bed. “And don't you dare puke on my sheets” She warns.

He moved to the corner giving her some space, she climbed next to him and he wrapped his arms around her. “Is this okay?” He asked.

“It's fine.” She said, totally not bothered by his touch.

After five minutes of silence she spoke. “You know, you deserve to be loved. I don't why you think you don't, but you're a nice person, Grayson. And if you let me, I might fall in love with you”

“Thank you for saying that. Also, take back what you said earlier.” He said.

“What?”

“When you said you're not special. Because you are, to me.”

 She turned to his side. “Don't sweet talk me. You owe me multiple dates before I officially forgive you”

“Just dates?”

“And a bag, maybe.”

“Dates and bag it is then”

She smiled. “You're really good at pushing people. But this better be the last time. Okay?”

“Yes, ma’am” 

#grayson hawthorne #the inheritance games #the brothers hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #xander hawthorne #avery kylie grambs #nash hawthorne #the hawthorne brothers #avery grambs #the grandest game #grayson hawthorne x reader

[ivestas]

the lady of crime alley

Summary: Jason had heard rumors of a woman who ruled Crime Alley and all of its underworld connections, so he pursues her for a favor. 

Tags: jason todd x fem!reader, canon typical violence, unedited

Word count: 1.2k

Notes: i’ve been on a red hood comic binge and i always thought his narration was corny in the best way, so i hope i was able to emulate that through this fic hehejejjejehe (also i use ‘tugging at your pigtails’ as a metaphorical descriptor, not an actual physical attribute of reader!) alsoo, please send some batfam requests! 

Jason had heard murmurs of the woman who was the true ruler of Crime Alley and all of its underworld connections. 

At first, he dubbed it a win for feminism, because women too can be major players in crime worlds! 

But then it got annoying real fast, because for some reason, you were real good at hiding your trail; every turn he went, the moment he thought he caught a glimpse of you, you were gone moments later like ash in the wind. 

It took him five of your men and his a few hours of continuous beating to get the vaguest clue of where exactly you resided; he spent the rest of the week nosing his way through that misty trail, his irritation growing by every second he had to march down Gotham’s shittiest streets, and it didn’t help that his red hood hardly had any breathing holes. 

He was trying to keep his cool—he really was!—but the more you seemed to toss at him your half-starved homeless men at him, the more brutal the remnants of them became. 

“God fuckin’—jesus, just tell me where the lady is!” He spat. “I just have some questions, that’s all, why does she keep sending you guys—“

“We’re telling you nuthin’, that woman’s an angel and you ain’t gettin’ yer dirty mitts on ‘er!” The man—a ragged, gaunt-looking guy—heaved, blood pooling out his mouth. "You’ll never see ‘er—!” 

“You just wanna talk?” 

Jason’s head snapped up, hand still wrapped around the man’s throat. 

In the warehouse which he had 'accidentally’ beat everyone half to death, a woman stood at the entrance. Though it was night, the moon was bright enough for Jason to make out some of her features. 

She’s easy on the eyes.

Suddenly, all the pent up irritation that had been writhing under his skin dissipated. 

He’s a sucker for hot women. 

“Hey,” He rose from the man’s body, standing tall. “You must be the ‘true ruler of Crime Alley’ or whatever—it’s a bit of a dumb name, don’t you think?” 

You were silent, face scrunched. 

“Jeez, tough crowd—”

“What do you want, Red Hood?” You sounded mildly annoyed, as if he’s just some pesky kid tugging at your pigtails or something. 

You took a step forward into the warehouse, arms crossed. “Talk. You have my attention now.” 

“Oooo-kay, great! So, I kind of need help with something—a favor, if you will,” he raised his sword. It was busted and dull, practically just a dented piece of iron than an actual blade. “I need a replacement for this—” he grinned. “—And all the information you have about Black Mask and his connections with Joker.” 

“...are you dumb?” 

“What?” 

“Do you actually think I’m some ruler of Crime Alley? You weren’t joking?” You laughed, eyes wide. 

“You’re not?” 

“No! I’m not the fucking ruler of anything! Come on Red Hood, is critical thinking not your strong suit?!” 

“Hey, hey, c’mon lady, go easy on me—“

“I’m just the woman who gives the people here a place to stay! That’s it! Is this the reason you’ve been up my ass?!” You scowled at him. Were you a model, because you even made pissed look delicious. “Beating up a bunch of homeless guys ’cause you thought I was a fuckin’ mob boss or something?—yeah, mob boss of the homeless? Seriously?"

He raised his hands. “Okay, when you word it like that, I feel dumb.” 

“You are dumb—anyway, do me a favor and stop beating up the guys here? Please!?” You hissed, your hands balled into fists. “Because I’m the one that fixes up their wounds and I don’t have the money to keep buying gauze and shit.” 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’ll lay off—though you coulda just have talked to me earlier?” He muttered the last part but you somehow still heard.

“You think I’m gonna go talk to the ‘Red Hood’? The guy that kills on his free time?” 

He sighed dramatically. “Touche—and it’s for a good cause! I only kill people that—“

“Yeah, yeah, don’t list me your commandments to be on your fuckin’ hit list, God you’re annoying.” 

He laughed. “I have a feeling I’ve pissed you off—”

“You beat a bunch of guys I take care of half dead. Pissed is hardly covering it.”

“—and you know what? I don’t like pissing off pretty women—I said it! I don’t like it. So, I humbly apologize.” He swept his leg and arm in unison into a grandiose bow. 

You scoffed, going to one of the unconscious men and pressing your fingers to his pulse. “I only accept apologies in cash.” 

“Oh, okay, that’s much easier,” making his way to you, he tugged off one of his blood-soaked gloves and rummaged his pocket. A couple hundred dollar bills were in there. 

He extended them to you. “These enough to soothe any hiccups?”

You carefully moved the unconscious man to the ground. From the pockets of your giant jacket came a small bag with a bottle of antiseptic, bandages, and a bunch of other shit. 

You then looked at him, brows furrowed. “That’s... a lot of money.”

“Is it?” 

“Yeah? Do you have enough money for yourself?” 

Jason stared at you for a moment before barking out a harsh laugh. That earned him a frown. “You’re worried? About me?” 

“No, I just don’t want you to beat some person up for their money if this is all you have—“

“Baby, I’m rich, I shit gold bars, just take it.” 

You glared at him for a second before snatching the money, shoving it into your pocket before tending to the man. Pushing up his shirt, Jason saw his body was covered in lacerations and bruises. 

Jason whistled. “Damn, didn’t think I was that strong.” 

“Fuck off.” You sprayed some antiseptic. The man groaned. 

Jason sat. He should be going off and looking for more trails of Black Mask, but he didn’t really want to—not right now, anyway. 

Even if you’re not some mob boss or whatever, you were still intriguing, and he’s a curious guy, he can’t help but want to watch you some more. 

However, he was quick to notice how stiff you were under his gaze.

His head tipped to the side. “Hey, do I scare you?” 

You ignored him, running a rag along the guy’s body. Blood stained the white cloth instantly. You lifted the cloth and looked at Jason. 

“This is the worst you could do. Beat someone. Maybe flay them. Then they die.” 

He hummed. 

“So when you say ‘scare’, I assume you mean the idea of you beating me or whatever—killing me, or torturing, your shit.” Your eyes went back to the beaten guy, continuing with the cleaning. “You don’t.”

“If that’s the case, then why’d you avoid me?” 

“Because I had shit to do, that’s why.” You unraveled a gauze. “Not everything’s about you—eugh, I can’t lift him, hey, since you’re just sitting here, help me a little—yeah, just like that, thank you,” you swept the gauze under the man’s back then brought it back up. You repeated that motion. “But yeah, not really scary. Death is just—well, death.”

Jason nodded along. You were weird. 

He liked weird. 

When you were done, Jason put the man back down.

“Well, I gotta go now, duty calls and all.”

“Okay.” You got up, moving to the next guy. 

“Bye?” 

“Just leave.”

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Scared to Lose You

"We live in a scary and uncertain world. I know you say that you won't know what to do with yourself if you ever lost me, but I cannot promise that I will outlive you. Instead, I promise that I will find a way to tell you that I love you every single day of my life. Up until I can no longer walk on this earth. I will make you feel loved when you walk out that door, and I will make you feel loved when you come back home."

When Leon got that call, his heart stopped. He felt the organ in his chest stop beating. His blood ran cold and his brain went blank. Leon wanted to drop to his knees and wail. He wanted to curse the world. He wanted to burn it down. Leon wanted nothing more than to go back to five hours ago and lock you in your shared home. He would beg you not to go on that mission and to stay home with him. Leave everything to your colleagues so you can be in the comforts of his arms, and he, yours.

Everything feels more real when Leon rushes inside the hospital. He does not even care to check in with the front desk. A couple of nurses have to stop him from barging through every door.

"My wife is here! Tell me where she is!"

The nurses are asking Leon to tell them who it is he is looking for, but all he can say is "My wife". Leon needs to see you. He needs to know that you are okay. You have to be okay. You just have to be. You became his reason for living. You taught him how to navigate the world without getting lost in its darkness. You become his reason to live. If he lost his sun, his light in the world, Leon would be consumed by the darkness of the world.

"Leon!" A banged-up woman comes running down the hallway. Dirt covers her face and she has a slight limp to her.

"Tina, where is she! Tell me she's okay!"

Your co-worker and best friend tell the hospital staff that she will handle this. Tina tells them who it is Leon is looking for and they tell him what floor you are on. Leon immediately sprints to the stairs. No time for the elevator. Tina runs behind the man, asking him to slow down but it falls on deaf ears. How can Leon slow down when his wife is on the brink of death? He needs to be by your side as fast as he can.

Leon sees the double doors to the to the surgery wing but Tina blocks off the door before he can bust through them.

"What are you doing Tina? I need to get to her!"

Tina shakes her head. "You need to calm down, Leon."

"Calm down? Calm down! My wife is about to die and you want me to calm down!"

More of your colleagues hold Leon back, but he fights. He is fighting because he needs to see you. He needs you and there is no way he is going to let anyone take you from him, not even death. Leon is your husband. It is his job to protect you and here you are, in surgery, fighting for your life! Your colleagues have to lock Leon in a room away from the other visitors for fear that he may hurt someone or himself. Given his training, it was hard to overwhelm the DSO agent.

"Enough of this, Leon! You can't go batshit crazy, right now!"

"And why not? My wife is fighting for her life and you expect me to just sit and wait!"

"Yes! There is nothing you can do Leon! Let the doctors do their job so they can save her life and you can bring her back home!"

No words leave Leon's mouth. Tina is witnessing a man at what is potentially his lowest. The room they shoved Leon in is a staff lounge room. Instead of sitting in one of the chairs, Leon paces the floor with his hands behind his head.

"What happened, Tina? What the fuck happened out there?"

"Are you going to sit?" Leon glares at your friend. Tina holds her hands up in defense. "Shit went wrong. It was supposed to be an in-and-out type of mission, but we didn't realize that they had rigged the building with explosives. During the raid, they triggered the bombs. She barely made it a couple of feet outside before the bombs went off."

Tina further explains that you collided with a nearby vehicle from the explosion. The blast resulted in a total of thirty-two casualties, thirty-three fatalities and counting. Before you were wheeled off into the surgery ward, the doctors said that you had multiple shrapnel wounds, broken ribs, and potential internal bleeding. Maybe even a collapsed lung.

As Leon hears all of this, he does not care about the dead cops, agents, or civilians. As horrible as that sounds, all Leon cares about is you. You were in that blast and Leon has no idea what your current condition is. When Tina told Leon about your injuries, he wanted to throw up. He wanted to rip someone's face off. Leon felt his skin starting to burn. The air felt suffocating. Leon feels like he is the one dying, not just you.

Oh, God...you are dying. Are you not? You are on a surgical bed being cut open because it is the only way to save your life. Is Leon really going to lose you? No. Please, God, no. Anything but you. Take him! Take his life! Not yours! Not you!

Seeing her best friend's husband about to enter a panic attack, Tina carefully brings him out of his mind. "Leon, she's going to be okay. We both know she's a strong one. She isn't going out like this." Tina keeps talking to Leon, trying to coax him out of his head. Your friend and colleague really hopes that her words are not empty promises. Tina has witnessed your and Leon's love story since the beginning. Your relationship went by fast, but the two of you love each other. You fought the world together, head-on. You fought for each other, not against one another.

Tina manages to shift Leon to the waiting area. She leaves the man to himself as she gets him a cup of water and a snack from the hospital cafeteria. She doubts he will have the appetite to eat something, but it will not hurt. You and Leon took care of Tina when she went through hell, so it is only right to return the favor. Looking at the time, Tina tells Leon that she has to go home to her family. Leon did not acknowledge her, but Tina knew he heard her. Patting his shoulder, she lets him know that she will have her phone on her.

For eleven grueling hours, Leon sat in that waiting area. He only left his seat when he had to use the bathroom or make a brief call. He sent a quick text to Claire, asking her to take care of Shiloh until further notice. Leon refuses to leave this hospital without the knowledge that you will live. When Claire and the rest heard about you, they rushed to the hospital. None of the doctors or nurses have told Leon about you or your condition. No one had answers and it is quickly killing your husband.

'I didn't feel loved this morning so you can't die. You didn't make good on your vow.' Leon lies to himself in desperation.

One person from your mutual friend group would drop food off for Leon. He would only eat a couple bites of the food though. Leon feels that if he eats more than six or seven bites, he may just throw up. He swears that his heart is about to burst out of his chest at any moment. Finally, when the clock reaches 8:34 a.m., a surgeon walks out the double doors.

"Kennedy?"

Leon immediately jumps from his seat and almost corners the medical expert. He demands to know your condition and where you are. If he has to wait any longer then he may just burst through those damn doors himself.

"Your wife is stable, but her condition is still critical. We're going to keep a close eye on her for the next seventy-two hours. We lost her twice during surgery." Oh, Leon wants to throw up so bad when he hears that you died not once, but two times. "She lost a lot of blood and she has bruising all over her body. Internal and external. Her ribs fractured when she collided with the car, but those are actually minor compared to the rest. Your wife had a total of fourteen shrapnel pieces lodged in her body, mainly her back. With your permission, we would like to run a CT scan to ensure that there is no more internal bleeding or organ damage."

Leon immediately nods and signs the stupid papers. Anything for you. Anything that will make sure you will be okay.

"You can see your wife in about ten minutes. I do have to warn you though, she won't look the same." The surgeon pats Leon's back and goes somewhere in the hospital.

The long hours Leon had to wait do not compare to the ten minutes he has to wait until he can see you. These ten minutes feel like ten days. When a nurse escorts Leon to your room, he wants to yell at her to pick up her pace. Why the hell is she walking so slow?

"She's in here."

Leon practically chokes on air when he sees you on that hospital bed. So many tubes are attached to you that are attached to more machines. He has no idea what any of this does, but if it is to keep you alive, fuck it. Attach all the damn tubes and machines to you. Hesitantly, Leon touches your hand. Contrary to your pale complexion, your body still has warmth to it. That piece of knowledge gives Leon some sort of comfort.

The doctor was right though. You look different, and it does not help that you are hooked up to so many machines. Leon stood there, by your bedside. Just holding your hand and caressing the hair on the top of your head, hoping that you get to come home.

Leon spent an entire week at the hospital. Since Claire was caring for Shiloh, she took the liberty to pack him a bag of clothes and toiletries. Everyone knew that Leon would not leave your side even if you asked him to. It takes you about four hours to wake up after your surgery. Your husband swears that his heart was about to burst when he saw your eyelids flutter.

"Hey, gorgeous," Leon whispers sweet nothings in your ears. He tells you how much he worried for you and how much he misses you. He tells you to never scare him like this again. His heart will not be able to handle such panic again.

Your body hurts and it feels stiff. Your throat is dry too. It takes you a couple of minutes to be able to talk, but when you do, your throat is hoarse. You want to sit up but your body is so exhausted after being blown up and rushed into surgery. Leon does everything for you. Need some water? He is lifting the cup to your lips. Are lights too bright? He will adjust the dimmers. Hungry? Let him check with the doctor first. Kiss? No argument here.

This kiss is desperate. Like Leon wants to make sure that you are alive and well. He wants to make sure that it is you he is kissing and not a corpse. So much love transfers from the kiss. Leon kisses you with his fiery heart that burns only for you. When the doctor deems you okay enough to run more scans, Leon is behind the glass watching you. If he could have it his way, he would be in the machine with you.

You suffered a concussion but with some pain relievers, you will be fine. your scans show no sign of internal bleeding or organ damage. Bruising, yes. Lots of bruising and even down to your bones. Your body also suffered small fractures, but nothing life-threatening. In conclusion, you are lucky to be alive.

When the nurse took out the tubes so you only had an IV drip and your heart monitor attached, you wanted to drown yourself in your work. The sons of bitches blew up local officers and federal agents and innocent lives. Lucky for you, your husband already has the information. The people responsible have been caught and will be tried on multiple, federal accounts. Leon tells you about the memorial being held for the people who died in the explosion.

You touch your husband's face. Your thumb traces the bags under his eyes and his hallowed cheeks. His stubble has also grown too. He looks tired.

"You should sleep." Leon shakes off your concern. "I'm okay."

You both know he is not, but a man will not talk if he does not want to. Even if the person who wants him to talk is his wife. When you are cleared to finally leave the hospital, Leon refuses to let you walk. He has your papers and his bag in one hand, and with his other, he carries you like a toddler. Later the same day, he picks up your prescriptions when you fall asleep on your shared bed.

At night though, Leon refuses to fall asleep. He is scared to close his eyes, only to open them and you are not there. He is scared that your being back home is an illusion his mind made up to cope with your death. Every ten or so minutes, Leon sits up so he can watch your chest rise and fall. He gently touches you so as to not wake you up. You catch onto this behavior after being home for three days.

"Leon, you really need to sleep. Your bags are getting heavier and you can barely stand up without wobbling."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because I need to make sure you're still alive."

Limping, you bring Leon to your shared bed and shove him to lie in the middle. You lay down next to him, maneuvering his arm to wrap around your waist. Your head is on his chest and your left hand is around his waist.

"I'm here Leon. I'm right here." You whisper this repeatedly until Leon's eyes get too heavy and he finally goes to sleep. Deep sleep. Not the "let me shut my eyes for a few minutes" sleep. And you stay there, lying next to him until he wakes up. You know that if he wakes up and you are not there, it will tear at Leon's heart. Making him believe that you were really a figment of his imagination and his wife of only nine months is dead.

It is your turn to watch your husband sleep. To know that he is okay. A part of marriage is caring for each other until you physically drop. Leon did his part, and now it is time you do yours. For the next couple of weeks, maybe even months, the two of you will take extra care of each other. You will make sure to love each other a little more than you usually do. To say it more often. Hugs are tighter and cuddles are longer.

Truly, if Leon loses you, the man might as well die then and there. A part of him would want to crawl into the casket with you and lie with you until he joins you in the afterlife. Nothing would save Leon from that hell, not even alcohol. A downside of being with you is that Leon is dependent on you. You are his reason to live. You are his light in the dark tunnel he often adventures in. You have your claws sunk into his heart, soul, and body. Everything that is Leon is yours. He is yours to claim and yours to love.

Please, do not make Leon fall into the pitless well. Please, stay with him until he takes his last breath. Cheat death. Run away from it. Fight it. Do whatever you have to do to stay alive because there is no world or universe out there where Leon can live without you.

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[ghostlyaerobics1984]

What If YOU were the killer…?

Summary: Being Ethan Landry’s sibling, you were also dragged into your father’s psychotic plan. But it was too late for you to repent for your sins. You have caused a lot of damage, fatal wounds, and the Carpenter sisters were pissed off at your entire family.

Word Count: 2,445

Parings: Tara Carpenter x Gn!Reader, Tara Carpenter x Male!Reader

Author’s note: I guess ghostface!reader isn’t exactly a new idea, but I wanted to write Reader as morally gray instead of the hero of the story.

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, murder, and cussing.

You ran after witnessing your older brother, Ethan, choking on a knife.

It wasn’t intentional on his part. Tara Carpenter had shoved the sharp edge of the weapon through the roof of his mouth.

Honestly, she was torturing him. It was not suitable for the weak-minded to watch.

You weren’t weak per say. You were just the youngest of the family.

Hence, you basically got everything handed to you on a silver platter.

You were most similar to Ethan in the shy, reserved, and introverted aspect.

Quinn and Richie were the more outspoken siblings. They weren’t afraid to try new ideas outside of their comfort zone.

Richie was the favorite child, but ever since he was murdered, your father made an effort to pay more attention to you.

Although, killing people was not a healthy, bonding activity for any type of relationship.

You didn’t need to learn that from a therapist because, unlike your family, you were sane.

You really didn’t belong here. The irony of it all? You applied to colleges in New York to pursue your own dreams, months before Wayne Bailey contacted you.

And here you were.

In the past, you spoke about your passion for helping others, and the “Core Four” took the bait.

They thought you were less likely to snap and murder people if you didn’t have a preexisting mental illness.

Try having a dad who’s present, but not really—because he’s neglectful to you and your siblings.

And it’s like none of his other children mattered to him because his son died.

It was all Bailey’s fault. He admitted to encouraging Richie’s obsession for gory, slasher films.

He could be honest about that, but in the same breath, he accused Sam and Tara of being the villains behind it all.

Which was even more ironic.

He was the reason your family split apart.

Richie replaced his family with film bros. He left home to create his own projects and never left a second glance.

During his absence, your family became dysfunctional. When the news of his death circulated, you were further estranged from your family members.

So, why were you here?

Truthfully, you couldn’t muster up the courage stand up to your father. You didn’t hold a delusion-based grudge against Sam and Tara.

Prior to the time you stabbed your first victim in New York, your friendship with Tara had begun to blossom, and you felt a genuine connection to her.

It was real to you.

She was heartbroken beyond belief when you revealed yourself as one of the Ghostface killers.

Considering that, after the big reveal, Tara’s vengeful attitude was directed specifically towards you, the friendship was probably real for her as well.

Okay, you had a hand in murdering Chad. But, in your defense, you were coerced into the act. And… he did get annoying at times.

Like your brother said, he was an egotistical jock literally named Chad.

You hid yourself in a corner far away from all the fighting and killing. Hoping, if you made yourself as small as possible, no one would find you.

No one. Not Kirby, Sam, or Tara. Including your family—if any of them somehow survived, that is.

You hugged your knees to your chest and waited it out.

There was an ear-shattering crash. Then, the theater was filled with silence for a while.

During that period of stillness, your heart beat loudly against your rib cage. If you didn’t know any better, you would think your heartbeat was exposing you.

But if you did get busted, it would be because you hid in plain sight.

Maybe, if you told them the truth about your situation, they would understand. Maybe you would be spared.

Wait, that’s not a bad idea. You could spin the story to work in your favor.

You heard muffled speaking, and what sounded like distant footsteps.

You didn’t catch much of what was going on. It was hard to differentiate the noises when they were all one big jumble.

You recognized the pained cries from your father, and the all-too-familiar sound that came from stabbing someone in the flesh.

He was facing the brunt of the sisters’ wrath now.

You didn’t want to be next.

A gunshot was fired, nearly startling you out of your position because of how unexpected and loud it was. Wayne Bailey had gone quiet.

Sam and Tara were having a conversation. They spoke a little louder, so you were able to eavesdrop.

“We survived.” Sam said.

“I’m sorry…” Tara was apologizing. “I haven’t been nice to you lately.”

“No, it’s okay. I know I haven’t been giving you the space you need. But that’s going to change.”

A laugh from Tara. “We are getting a lot of therapy after this.”

“Yeah.” Sam agreed.

There was a beat of silence.

You held your breath, desperately wishing they forgot about you. Your heartbeat was racing because of how anxious you were.

Then, Tara asked the question you dreaded most.

“Where’s y/n?”

“I don’t know.” Confusion was laced in Sam’s tone. “We didn’t kill them?”

They were on the hunt, searching for you.

“No, I would’ve remembered if I did. Y/n betrayed my fucking trust. I’m going to show them how much it hurts.” Tara uttered that statement with complete seriousness, your heart plummeted to the pit of your stomach.

“I won’t get in the way. Y/n is all yours.”

You pressed yourself further into the wall, but there wasn’t much you could do to hide at this point.

Unless.

Based on the volume of their ongoing conversation, Sam and Tara still seemed nowhere near you.

So. It was a long shot, but you pushed yourself up into a crouching position, and tiptoed your way toward a more concealed hiding place.

You thought the universe was shining down upon you, that you were destined to escape from the ending your family suffered through.

Oh, how wrong you were.

You wanted to avoid crossing paths with Sam and Tara, and yet, you almost collided into them.

“Don’t you dare touch us.”

Tara brandished a knife covered in dried blood. It gleamed in the light.

She was not in the mood to be tested.

You let out a surprised yell, stumbled backwards, and raised your hands in surrender. “Please don’t kill me!”

Tara was glaring at you. She refused to lower her guard, and the knife.

There was a snarl on her lips. The same unhinged look you had seen when she ruthlessly stabbed Ethan.

Sam crossed her arms. “Why shouldn’t we?”

Like Tara, she was just as skeptical, but at least she pretended to give you the benefit of the doubt.

Your eyes darted from Tara to Sam.

Figured you were living on borrowed time, so you spilled what they didn’t learn from your dad’s revenge monologue. “Detective Bailey, my father, he was manipulative.”

You clenched your jaw, feeling a hot flash of anger surge through your body. “He didn’t care about us. It was always, ‘Richie this, Richie that.’ I was the baby in my family, do you know how much that affected me?”

Neither of them were interrupting you, so you continued on, “I know, there’s no excuse for teaming up with my selfish father. But he threatened to carve me up if I didn’t help avenge Richie. They kept telling me that I would be the family’s disappointment.”

Part of your sob story was a lie. Bailey never threatened to kill you, but to get out of this alive, you had to sell the act.

You were more cunning than you gave yourself credit for.

Tara’s posture relaxed, and she no longer pointed the knife at you. Instead, she let it relax by her side.

As for Sam, her expression changed from pure cynicism to sadness. It seemed like your story hit close to home.

“Please understand. My dad and siblings, they made me kill.”

Taking several steps back, your hands remained where they could be seen.

The knife was hidden in your sleeve, anyway.

Sam and Tara followed your every move. They weren’t allowing you to run from them.

“Your dad was an asshole.” Tara tilted her head, observing you curiously. “Ethan, too.”

The sisters shared a look as if they knew something you didn’t.

“Quinn was a bitch.” Sam added to her sister’s previous comment.

For some reason, you got a vague sense that they were deliberately provoking you.

“Ethan boasted about killing Chad, and it felt so goddamn cathartic to get rid of his fucking mouth.”

Tara laughed, but there was a lack of emotion. No remorse. Nothing.

She wasn’t sorry at all.

You couldn’t help but grow uneasy. Sam and Tara’s insults about your family shouldn’t have bothered you as much as it did.

But they struck a nerve. Especially Tara’s offhand remark about deriving enjoyment from your brother’s murder.

The words slipped out faster than you could stop them. “Fuck you.”

“Funny, Ethan said the same thing.” Tara replied coldly. Whatever sympathy she had left just dissipated.

“Hate to break it you, but you aren’t the first Ghostface to fake a sob story.” Sam smiled.

It wasn’t a kind smile.

It was the malicious and calculating type. A smile that conveyed the message: Your ass is dead.

“What do you mean? I’m telling you the truth!” You tempted to shout, but decided it was best for your sake to keep an even tone.

“How do we know? Like Richie and Ethan, you’re a fucking traitor and a pathological liar.” Tara spat.

The aggression was clear in her voice.

Lowering your hand, the knife’s handle slid right into your palm. You gripped it discreetly.

If the opportunity presented itself—and it would—You were going to be ready.

You really should’ve been paying attention to where you were walking, though.

The heels of your feet bumped into something hard.

You swayed backwards, arms flailing around as you tried to control your balance.

Unlucky for you, Tara didn’t hesitate to take advantage of that split second where you were preoccupied.

She took a fistful of your shirt collar and yanked you forward with surprising momentum; You nearly choked.

If you were brought any closer to her, the two of you would be kissing.

Tara’s free hand slid to the nape of your neck, keeping you rooted to the spot without any leeway to escape.

Tara leaned in, lips moving as she said, “Now die like your fucking family.”

Your face felt hot from an influx of anger and shame.

Ashamed that you were defeated so easily.

Furious at your siblings and father for putting you in this situation.

Still wielding your knife, you cocked your arm and thrust rapidly. You intended to stab her before she did it to you.

An unpleasant squelching filled your ears.

Your knife slipped out of your hand and bounced onto the floor.

A maniacal grin spread on Tara's face; She forced the knife deeper into you, and the hilt of it pressed against your skin.

Intense, grueling pain flared in your stomach. It coursed throughout your body, causing your limbs to weaken.

Your mouth had fallen open. The only reason you were still upright was because of Tara.

Then, your legs gave out once the knife was withdrawn. You were sent into a kneeling position, hitting the hard floor.

Tara craned her neck to address her sister, who was just standing aside and watching you suffer. "This part brings back memories."

After those words left her mouth, Tara faced you, lifted her foot, and she kicked you down.

You cried out in pain as you fell on your back.

You tried to curl into a fetal position, but Tara situated herself on top of you, purposefully placing all of her weight on the deep cut in your stomach.

You moaned begrudgingly at the pressure, feeling more of your blood ooze out.

Raising the knife above her head, Tara glanced over her shoulder at Sam.

You knew why.

She was asking if murdering you was really worth it.

Would she be willing to face the psychological consequences if she sent herself over the edge and released all of her unbridled rage on you?

Her hesitance almost refilled you with hope.

Sam must’ve given her the answer she needed because—at lightning speed—Tara was plunging the knife into your torso once, then twice.

And she didn’t show any signs of stopping.

You shrieked in agony, yelped, and flinched each time the knife pierced your flesh.

Blocking off her attacks with your arms, you whimpered, “Stop, please!”

As if granting you one last act of mercy, Tara faltered.

Your breathing was shaky. Multiple stab wounds were littered across your chest and stomach.

Blood from these wounds seeped through the holes made in your shirt.

“I’m…” It was hard to speak because of how much pain you were in. “I’m sorry that I hurt you and made you feel like I deserve this.”

Droplets of tears flowed from your eyes and you whined like a baby, “I don’t want to die!”

Tara peered down at you with a glossy look in her eyes. “I know you don’t.”

You continued to cry; You felt miserable, cold, and your body was damp and shivering from blood loss.

She lifted your head.

You were really losing your mind, because for a second, you thought the gesture was meant to be comforting.

Well, that lasted until Tara spoke again. “Chad also didn’t want to die, but you killed him.”

You were struck with the realization that, in spite of your efforts to tug on her heartstrings, she was still as pissed off as ever.

Your eyes widened, and you blurted out a random motive that came to mind, “Crime of passion? I am madly in love with y—”

“No, stop.” She shook her head, brows furrowed in confusion.

Your hopes of surviving diminished like hot air from a popped balloon. You sighed, wincing as sharp pain shot through your stomach, and lolled your head to the side.

“It’s over.” Tara interjected, before you had a chance to come up with another dumb excuse.

You didn’t understand what she meant.

It’s over?

Was she letting you off the hook? Or, were you going to be thrown in prison?

Turns out, it was neither of those options.

The knife was held to your larynx.

And without another word, Tara sliced your throat open.

Your vision went black after that.

Sam and Tara Carpenter overlooked two factors when they left the old theater that was reinvented into a Ghostface shrine.

1. Chad survived.

2. They forgot to shoot you in the head.

#tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #sam carpenter #ethan landry #quinn bailey #tara carpenter imagine #tara carpenter x male reader

[eleven441]

The Story 1 🤍💙❤️

Cody Rhodes x Eleven story.

First of all i wanna say congrats to Rhodes once again. And all Roman reigns fans are pathetic why are you crying. You know he couldn't be champion forever. Y'all can stay mad.

Meh he's leaving meh this meh that, can't he do something normal like you know , finally starting a tag team, you know winning the tag titles. Join a Battle royal emg Andrea the Giant. Can win Money in the bank idk.

Stuff like that , it's fun. But noooo no championship you just leave anyway it's giving petty vibes.

He's now as good as someone like Ricochet, or Kofi Kingston. The Underdog never had a problem. I LOOOOOVVVVED THE UNDERDOG. But ever since he became the tribal chief and had brown eyes.... Ugh.

Soo to the story....

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

So in this story Cody is 28, Jey 25 and Seth 26.

Cody still has brown hair. And Seth black.

Ok umm

Me

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Hi my name is Eleven I'm 25 and i am one of the biggest WWE superstars yet. I live with my brother Jey Uso🙄. With his friends Cody and Seth. And also with my best friend Becky. In a real big house.

I have another brother named Jimmy you know his stage name. But we don't live with him, due to some "personal reasons". We've been going through alotta ups and downs in the Anoa'i family. We'll get into that later.

Jey is an annoying Wild Card , who could be bothering me for no reason. He just comes and takes my chips. He uses my equipment without asking and he is always yelling.

Seth is very toxic in a funny way. He is always making these offensive jokes in serious situations like at funerals. He is a real foodie, i stash up the whole pantry and fridge with food, next morning poof it's gone.

Then we have Cody...Coooodeeey ......CO-D

Umm yeah we don't talk at all I don't even think he likes me. I guess i can't tell because whenever we're in the same room. It's just an akward silence. I am kinda crushing on him especially when he walks in without a shirt. But i ignore my feelings and let it slide.

...

Today Jey and Seth were out running errands for this week's upcoming SmackDown. I was in the gym busting my ass off. Cody was with me, but he was like literally on the other side of the room. It was total akward silence from there.

All he said coming in was a quiet hi. Then he went to his business. What weirded me out the most is how I could feel eyes on me. I felt bright blue eyes on my skin and for some reason it stung. I decided to ignore it and lift some weights but i was failing.

My brother Jey usually gives me a spot. But now that he ain't here it's gonna be hard. I wasn't expecting anything from Cody at all.

"Y-You need help with that?"i heard his soft voice gently echoing from the other side of the room. I was in shock just thinking of what Cody said. "Umm yeah yeah" i answered back. He came over to me snd stood behind me, to help me lift. The idea of squatting Infront of him made me uncomfortable.

He made sure i didn't hurt myself. ".....25! Woof that was one work out!" I said. "Thanks" i said softly fluttering my eyes. He smirked at me , with sparkling eyes. "Don't mention it" with that he walked off into the distance.

Thursday....

Seth , Jey, Cody and i went ot waffle house to have breakfast. Once we were there we so a real fat guy tryna get through the doors. "HEY! WHY DON'T YOU LOSE SOME WEIGHT!!!" Seth yelled. "Seth!" Jey and i hissed. All Cody did was chuckle, and shake his head then went through the other side of the door.

I had to answer a call from an Unknown number

Hello?

Oh hi, Elé....

Who the fuck , is this?

Liv Morgan ofcourse

(Ugh bitch)

Why the living fuck do you want?

Nothing , nothing, just let Jey know his time is almost up.

Leave my brother alone.!!!!! Hello he-hello?

Ugh i put my phone in my pocket and entered.

Seth and Jey were sitting next to each other. Which left me with Cody... He looke at me with a small smile and bright eyes. I sat next to him knowing it was ok.

Seth and Jey went to order and now Cody and i were left alone. That fat giy came back and bardged through the doors , he had a cake, sadly the hit the floor him too.... "NOOOOOOO , I WAS GONNA EAT THAT" He said , i could bear Seth laughing from the counter.

"Well you don't see that every day"Cody finally said with a small smile. "Yeah"i added on."We don't talk much"Cody said softly. "Yeah , we really don't...." I responded.

"would you like to join me at SmackDown"he asked.I eas surprised. "Yes , id love too" i smiled. "I love you" he whispered."What?" I asked. "Umm i want stew" he said.

After that Jey n Seth came with our food.

I guess i wasn't meeting Bianca and Naomi on their segment. Oh well ...

Story continues...

@alyyaanna @codyrhodesnet-blog @jeyusos-girl @wwe

#jeyuso #wwe #jimmy uso #jey uso #rhea ripley #roman reigns #cody rhodes #wrestlmania #wwe fanfiction

[herschelkrustofsky]

@artictea asked me about my krusty hcs and i might’ve… gotten a little carried away LOL. autistic rambling about my perception of a cartoon man under the cut

- he’s 6’0 and weighs 235 lbs… big boy

- he comes from a family of ukranian immigrants and used to live in lower east side manhattan. he and his dad moved to springfield when he was about 12

- his mom, rachel, died when he was 7

- he’s a leo and a closeted bisexual

- he was born in 1955, putting him in his mid 30s to early 40s during the nineties when the show is originally set… he’s around the same age as homer & marge and was a young man when hyman kicked him out of the house

- has been in the spotlight since roughly the early 1970s, working his way to the top (will have to speculate more on the specifics of this Soon)

- he has both autism and adhd but his adhd is a lot more obvious; he and bart have this in common

- i personally disagree with the show’s diagnosis of him as bipolar… i believe he is actually suffering from bpd (may elaborate on this more another time) and major depressive disorder

- for consistency’s sake and a myriad of other reasons, i don’t think he’s illiterate, either. he has dyslexia; hebrew tends to be easier for him to read than english. after the krusty gets busted incident, he started seeking treatment for it.

- he used to do a lot more crazy stunts on his show, but a series of injuries gradually put those on the back burner — particularly due to an incident where he was misfired from a cannonball and shattered his left knee, which started a dependency on painkillers (on that note, i think chronic pain is a real issue for him)

- similarly, his cocaine addiction started off as an attempt to treat stage fright and give himself some extra energy to perform

- he sincerely loves sophie and would do anything for her; matt groening himself confirmed that she is the most important person in his life. unfortunately, hersch is often consumed by his own vices, mental illness, and overall self-absorbed thinking, and therefore doesn’t / can’t spend the amount of time with his daughter that he’d like to. he hates himself for it and is gonna to need to seriously dedicate himself to cleaning his act up if he wants to have more than a week of custody with her every year (if we’re to believe take this tidbit from the show at face value and not as a joke)

- he has tried to make peace with erin, but she’s not interested, and the clearer it becomes that sophie isn’t living her best life with her mom, the more determined he will become to get his shit sorted out

- he and bob have a complicated history. prior to krusty gets busted, they’d slept together numerous times, but never “officially” entered a relationship. herschel was very jealous of bob’s sense of security in himself (especially within his sexuality), which unfortunately manifested in being way too aggressive with him on the show and putting bob in humiliating situations. herschel comes to regret his behaviour eventually and acknowledges that he deserved the punishment bob dished out on him (as seen in day of the jackanapes).

- mel once harboured a crush on him, and while it fizzled out over time, he still spends many years craving krusty’s approval. they once tried to sleep together, but herschel was unable to go through with it and started crying (he was reminded too much of bob and it was too soon after bob went to jail); it didn’t help that neither of them were sober at the time. they never tried again.

- though herschel can be quite flippant and dismissive of others, he genuinely does have issues with his memory due to multiple concussions, addiction, and neurodivergence.

- he and lois did date at one point and were in a pretty serious relationship, but she left when herschel’s many issues (understandably) became too much for her to bear. losing her is one of his biggest regrets.

- sees himself in bart, which is also why he isn’t great to him, unfortunately. self-recognition makes him uncomfortable. this gets better as they both get older and herschel realizes just how much bart is struggling at school and at home; eventually, he goes so far as to let bart stay over at his place when he and homer have serious fights.

- speaking of homer, he definitely approaches him around this time and has a stern word with him about maintaining a good relationship with his children. considering that hyman is long gone at this point, i’m sure you guys can understand why…

- is fond of marge, but would never romantically pursue her. not only because she’s married, but because she’s way too good for him and he knows it. she’s been through enough with that husband of hers as it is.

- he occasionally goes to moe’s tavern for a drink and considers him a pretty solid confidant. should they interact more, i could see them becoming a very chaotic pair of friends (or maybe friends who ground each other, who knows!)

- has drank with edna krabapple, too; they both share a similarly cynical worldview

- krusty would def be willing to play matchmaker for moe and mel in a timeline where he’s friendly with both and mentally well enough to think of other people’s needs

those are the major ones but i’m sure more will come to mind at some point!!

#sid’s hcs 🤡 🌈 #krusty the clown #krustybob #krustycandy #maintagging for anyone who might be interested!

[goddess-evelle]

In this video X

We coded it so that

Our girlfriend edges us every time we die. If we cum we lose. Can we beat the game, or will we end up coming, and losing the game? We are about to find out.

Warnings: Edging, unprotected sex, breeding kink (kinda), desperation, possessiveness, hair pulling kink, eating out. I think that’s it

A/N: I am dying, but I loved the way this came out. Enjoy!!!! First time I write something so long in one go

This writing is based on the video of Dream and Sapnap sharing damage.

Words: 4,073 in total, divided in 5 parts

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

He was practically begging to any higher self to please please let him hold off a little longer. He enjoyed your mouth, but nothing could compare to the sweet relief your pussy would provide for him. This was the real reason why he holds himself from busting in your mouth. He kept taking deep breaths as he seated himself down on his chair without saying another word; he expected the boys to make fun of him, but the silence in the room was almost deafening as they all continued to play the game. Sure, at the beginning it seemed to make sense to have a fun time and joke around, but now with their cocks hard and itching was enough to make them have their eyes set on the price. Two of your boyfriends were ready to win the challenge while the other was contemplating to get second place to at least have something. There was no discussion about ending second place, but George would soon start an argument if any o you refused. The ideal was to be able to cum deep inside your pussy; however George considered himself a realistic man. He wasn’t the best Minecraft player, but if he played his cards right he might just be able to win himself a one way ticket to eating your pussy. He wouldn’t complain if that was what he got. A wave of realization seemed to clear the fog in his mind as he  became aware that they all had a common weakness. They shared their damage therefore he just had to make sure to take unnecessary damage to get the other two low, and when they least notice “boom” they’d with the smallest bit of damage. He knew his boyfriends all too well they usually were careless while playing not really taking notice from their own damage let alone take into consideration the other’s damage. He started his plan slowly; first he accidentally dropped a pack of 20 cooked chicken. Then he stood silent when he spotted a skeleton looking straight at them while they were running away. He barely saw the archer because he was in F5 taking advantage of the situation he told Dream to wait for a second as he moved his character to be in front of Dream giving the mob the perfect opportunity to shoot him making them instantly die because of George’s low health. There were groans heard from the other boys as Sapnap yelled at Dream for killing them all. George joined in the fun of bullying Dream to seem like he wasn’t the one that caused everything. You were going to move towards Dream when George said something.

“So, I’m like tired of this. Since we’ve all died once can’t we just make Dream the ultimate loser. I mean I’m happy to take second place for a small prize… of course” Dream couldn’t even argue as he blamed himself for not being the one that got them dead again. Sapnap was excited to say the least. I mean he was incredibly grateful to George for stopping the game before he had to get edged again. He knew that if he had to fight against George he’d win regardless. You smiled at Dream giving him a kiss on the lips as you asked George. “So, what is this ‘small price’ you want baby?”. George smirked devilishly as he proposed the idea. “Well, I was thinking someone needs to prep you for the big winner Sapnap, so maybe I can eat you out to help with that”. Dream was the first to protest being the sore loser he usually is. “That is not fair we never talked about second place getting anything”. “yeah well, you know our baby has to be prepped before she even attempts to take Sapnap; I am just being a lovable boyfriend and helping her” George was quick to argue against Dream shutting him up as he pushed you down on the bed. You laid looking at his face with a surprised glare as his hands went under your (Dream’s) shirt and pulled your panties down your legs. He left a kiss to your knee as he moved to have his head covered by your shirt as his face was successfully close to your cunt. He gave a kiss to your inner thigh as he began to lap at the wetness that had dripped down. He pushed your legs dramatically opened with his hands to be able tot have enough space to eat you out how you deserved.

#dream team smut #dream smut #dsmp smut #dream team x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken smut #georgenotfound smut #sapnap x reader #dream x reader #dream team #georgenotfound x reader #sapnap smut

[byuntrash101]

Baekhyunie don't leave me - Part 6 [END]

barista!baekhyun x fem!reader

mafia!AU | action | angst | smut | nsfw

8.4k word count

abduction, dub con, sir kink, BIG cock, unprotectec sex, dirty talk, really really rough sex, begging, oral (m), orgasm control, impact play, overstimulation, dacryphilia, sadism, breath play, spit play, breedind kink, squirting, creampie

Don’t trust anything in this story. Don’t trust the cute bright cover, don’t trust the handsome playful flirty barista and do not trust the cute innocent timid girl.

Concept song: Bust Your Knee Caps by Pomplamoose.

A/N : there we are guys!! Last part! I'm so excited to be closing down this series after almost a full year of writing it. It ws such a fun and challenging experience for me. But I pulled throught and its all thanks to your support! Thank you so much guys! I hope you enjoy the ending! <333 - Cat

Baekhyunie don’t leave me masterlist | General masterlist

<< Part 5

You don’t know for how long you just let your heart be broken. You didn’t do anything to fix it. You didn’t want to. You spent all day inside crying, letting the gaping and agonizing wound hurt you. You let these images of him torture you, you just let yourself suffer for days. Maybe weeks. 

Until the pain lessened. Gradually the wound became numb and so did your soul. Until you were only a ghost roaming the empty luxurious rooms of your apartment. A tired spirit haunting your own tired body. You are nothing of the person you used to be….An empty shell. A pathetic excuse for the strong woman you were.

But as the apathy settled in the pit of your guts it was slowly molded into something else. As days passed you started feeling like yourself again. day after day you regained your superb. You got back some of that burning passion that characterized you. 

You were never the kind to back down from a challenge. You are the kind of girl that always gets what she wants. And if your devotion and your expensive gifts couldn’t buy Baekhyun’s love, you were determined, even absolutely fixated on changing his mind. By all means and as God is your witness, you will make Byun Baekhyun love you.

And for that you could always count on your family.

It was ridiculously easy getting to know where he lived with his stupid bitch. The only reason why you didn’t know sooner is because you didn’t try. You just trusted him. But you know better now. Your men were experts in tracking, and you sent them the best two to trail Baekhyun’s every move. You came to know every single detail he was keeping from you since the beginning. Baekhyun being the creature of habits that he is, his routines were pretty much easy to spot. It’s almost like that apart from occasionally cheating on his girlfriend with you he never ever does anything unplanned.

You came to know about where he went to the gym, where his parents lived, when his brother would come by to drop off his nephew, every single habitude, your men gave you a detailed report about everything. Including her.

You learned her name, learned about her medical history, her family, her friends. You learned her and Baekhyun had been dating for three years and you learned that in fact he had never loved you. 

This time spent together it was only a way of distracting himself from the routine he had set for himself. With you he saved himself from boredom of the everyday life of the perfect boyfriend that never does anything eventful. Maybe Baekhyun grew tired of the same old boring sex he had with his girlfriend and that’s why he came to you. You were nothing more than that, a bucket for him to dump his cum into. Because one thing was for sure he never, ever, doubted his love for her. Not once he picked you over her. And that was explaining the canceled dates, the late nights booty calls and the secrets. So many secrets that made you doubt that you ever knew who Baekhyun really was. But all that didn’t matter because you did now. You knew him. Better than his own mother. And it was time he came to know the real you too.

An eye for an eye, the mafia way.

***

“Come downstairs we need to talk”

That’s the simple message you texted him while you were waiting in the black van parked in front of his apartment building in downtown Seoul. The building resembled many of the same sorts here. Middle class people like him couldn’t afford anything better than these one-room, maybe two if they were lucky, appartements. You thought as you looked over each window that was lit at this late hour that maybe one of those was him, watching TV or maybe taking a shower before bed or maybe even balls deep in this bitch. Your slenders fingers balled into a fist around the device before it vibrated.

“Who’s this?” the message read. You chuckled.

It’s true… You almost forgot… Officially you never got this number but getting your hands on it was incredibly easy.

“🍭” You simply replied, feeling bitter sweet. This nickname you thought to be adorable only turned out as another way to keep you a well graded secret. The cute emoji was just that, another secret because you didn’t even deserve to have a name.

“How did you get this number?” This time the reply was a lot quicker. A smirk found its way on your lips as you imagined Baekhyun's fingers trembling while holding the shitty phone he could barely afford. 

You were not here to play around and quite frankly after months of hiding you were sick of it. Fed up.

You sent a simple picture. But it spoke a thousand words. It was louder and more persuasive than any poetic and larmoyant speech you could ever write or say.

A positive pregnancy test.

You were certain of the effect this simple picture will have on Baekhyun so you joyfully hopped off the car into the pouring rain of fall and rushed yourself in the hallway of the building. You waited there, by the numerous mailboxes of all the destitute people living here, stacked like rats in a sewer. 

The building was even more seedy from the inside. The ugly dirty green carpet in the hall reeked of humidity and mold, the elevator that hadn't been replaced since the early 70’s didn’t really inspire trust but neither did the old staircase with the filthy steps and flickering lighting. But still you heard rushed footsteps coming from the ominous staircase and you couldn’t help but to smile, your heart couldn’t help but to race, you couldn’t help but to be happy. Because you were going to see him again.

And finally he emerges from the corner. He looks exactly like he did the last day you saw him. Well not exactly, his blond hair is messed up and he traded the brown apron for a pair of comfortable gray sweatpants and a black oversized t-shirt but he looks just as handsome, just as enticing, just as perfect.

“What the fuck is this about, y/n?” his voice, that he tried to keep as quiet as possible, resounds in the unwelcoming hall. You missed the sound of his voice so much.

“Hi, Baekhyun” you respond simply, but your calmness seems to ignite the exact opposite emotion in Baekhyun.

“Listen, I want to give a second chance” you start, maybe you got weak when you saw his angelic face, maybe you were reminded of all the love you felt for him. But you couldn't bring yourself to yell at him. 

“Are you pregnant?” he whistled, through gritted teeth, voice getting cold and eyes growing somber, maybe even as dark as the poorly lit hallway. 

You hesitated for a second. You wanted to lie and say yes but this solution was only temporary so you decided to go against your plans.

“No…”

“What?” he exclaimed in disbelief and confusion.

Of course the test was a fake. Despite you were never once before on birth control and the countless times he finished inside you over the course of the last six months. You never actually got pregnant. But you could have! It was plausible, believable and that was what mattered.

“That was just to lure you out here with me” you clung onto his arms, craving a physical type of affection. “Listen, I know we can go together, you and me” you start with stars in your eyes, looking up at the blonde man. “Let’s go on a date right now let’s try to sort things out okay?”

“Are fucking batshit crazy?” he says violently pushing you away. You never saw such burning anger in his eyes, not even that night he thought you were out cheating with Chanyeol. Turns out he was the cheater all along. This thought gives the memory of this night a bitter taste and Baekhyun’s anger spreads to you.

“YES! YES I AM!” you start to yell in the lobby. “WHY CAN’T YOU REALIZE THAT I WILL LOVE YOU MORE. I WILL LOVE BETTER THAN HER. SHE’S JUST A BITCH. SHE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO LOVE YOU BUT I WI-” you turn quiet when Baekhyun firmly grab you by the arm, slender fingers harshly digging in your skin and leaving five interlaced bruises around your limb.

“Shut the fuck up you stupid fucking skank” he spits between his pinched lips. “Now you’ll listen to me carefully” as if it’s even possible his grasp around your arm gets tighter. “There’s no ‘us’! They never was. My girlfriend was abroad for a couple of weeks and I got bored and horny. Turned out I liked having fun with you so I kept you as a toy a little longer but I eventually got bored of you” you eyes started to prickle with tears. “Stop bothering me and my girlfriend i don’t want to see you ever again”

One single tear spilled out of your eye but you promised to yourself it was the first and last one of the night when you heard the biting and poienous words his mouth spat next.

“Do you love her?” your trembling voice got caught in your throat.

“I do not love you. I never have and never will.” 

That was the last dagger through your heart. Words so hateful, tone so hostile that it turned you back into the ice queen you were six months ago. Swallowing back your tears as your face gradually turned as cold as Baekhyun’s.

You humed in disappointment. Baekhyun picked the change in your attitude right away and his fingers gradually lost their hold around your arm. You started to laugh, with an open mouth, a laugh that had no humor, no happiness, no warmth. A laugh that chilled Baekhyun’s bones. Confusion started to spread on his face like a drop of ink in clear water. When your reddened eyes met his dark brown eyes there was no trace of sorrow left. 

No more cute and frail little girl. The play was done. Closing act. Curtain.

Once the mask was dropped only the real you was looking back at him. For the first time Baekhyun saw the fearless mobster, the murderer, the blood thristy monster that was always lurking over your shoulder every time you played the doe-eyed, submissive and naive rich girl.

“I really didn’t want to have to do it this way” you said looking at him dead in the eyes wearing that same cold smile. “But you leave me no choice”. Baekhyun frowned, jaw hanging loose in a state of shock and incomprehension. 

“What the fuck are you talking about? You are fucking crazy” he whispered this time. You chuckled.

“You have no idea how right you are. I’m fucking insane.”

“Boys come get him”.

The next 15 seconds unfolded very fast for Baekhyun. Before he could realize 5 guys rushed in the lobby. While one was placing a bag over his head, the other was covering his mouth. He didn’t get the chance to run or scream or even protest and he was striked on the head with a long metal bar, knocking him out on the spot.

Everything fades to black as his consciousness slips under a veil.

“Good night my love”

***

When Baekhyun comes back to his senses his vision is blurry. Blinding lights shine directly onto his face. He tries to bring his hands to shield himself from the light but he realizes his hands are bound behind his back. Slowly his eyes adapt to the brightness. 

What is this place?

It looks like a warehouse, the ceilings are high and the ground is plain bare concrete. In front of him there’s a small round table with a white linen table cloth, two sets of plates along with fancy silverware.

“You finally woke up Honey” you say as you smile adorably at the half conscious man in front of you.

“Where are we?” he asks, squinting, looking around slowly.

“We are on this date I told you about!” you replied cheerfully. “Look! I got all dressed up for you!” you stood up from your chair and did a little twirl in your burgundy red dress. The fit was simple, a burgundy red dress that was ankle length and a slit on the side. You knew you looked ravishing with your luscious hair swaying on your shoulders and minimal make up.

Baekhyun looked at you up and down, still confused.

“You’re a little undressed but it’s okay I guess.” You said pointing at the gray sweatpants and oversized t-shirt. “You still have your handsome face” you smiled at him once more.

“Where are we?” Baekhyun asked once more, confusion still painted on his face “Why are my hands tied?” he asked, trying to pull on the ropes. But you ignored him and kept on rambling.

“I had the best Italian chef in all of Seoul make us a nice, hearty serving of the best authentic ragù alla bolognese” you lifted the lid off the stainless steel pot that was placed in the middle of the table “Well… Second best italian chef in Seoul because I killed the best one”. 

Clearly Baekhyun was not listening to you, he was looking around and pulling on his restraints trying to break free which didn’t worry you because you knew it was useless. But still… It was irritating.

“WHERE ARE WE?” he started screaming at you, which was extremely rude. But since he insisted so much on getting answers…

“Fine!” you said as you sat back down. “No need to yell!” That caught Baekhyun's attention and he stopped squirming on his chair for a moment. 

You opened your arms at your sides in a grand gesture.

“Welcome to the family warehouse” you said dramatically. “Where most of the business is conducted”

It was only now that Baekhyun fully acknowledged his surroundings. He saw countless plastic bags filled with white powder in wood crates. Some were open and spilling out, some other crates were tightly shut. Baekhyun also notices the blood splatter on the ground and various empty cartridges. His heart started to race in his chest, his breathing got irregular and hectic, his head was spinning and beads of cold sweat started to pearl on his forehead.

You can’t help but to let an evil smile run on your lips as you see the man before you gradually slip into panic. Handsome features beautifully contorted into anguish.

“Do you remember Baekhyunie? That is the family’s core business. We’ve been doing this in our clan for centuries” you started to pace around him. “Drugs, firearms trafficking, prostitution and murder” your hand brushed over one of the closed of crates. “And we are damn good at it. But I must say I’m the best.” you cooed at him while you gently caressed his cheek with cold fingers. Baekhyun stiffens as soon as he feels the cold glide on his cheek, he rips his face off your reach, shooting you daggers through his brown eyes. But you only chuckle.

“Let’s eat, shall we?” 

You go back to your seat and plate a generous serving of spaghetti for your lovely guest and yourself. Right when you’re about to shove a fork full in your mouth you realize Baekhyun is still bound.

“What was I thinking ?” you chuckled again. 

You stood up and put the leg on the side of the slit forward. With care you started to brush your hand on your thigh. From your knee to your hip, pushing the thin and soft fabric aside and completely opening up the slit. You smirked when you saw Baekhyun’s avid eyes follow your fingers’ glide on your smooth skin and thickly swallow when the slit was just high enough to suggest you weren’t wearing underwear. You scuffed. Even in this situation he was still a randy dog. 

Around your thigh was a leather harness that held a small knife. You took it in your palm and let the fabric fall back on your leg, concealing yourself from him. Immediately his eyes shot back to yours. You walked around to stop right behind him. You stuck the blade onto one side of his neck while you bent down and brought your lips to the other side. You let your lips brush against the thin skin of his neck. You exhaled and your hot breath lifted goose bumps on his skin.

“Don’t do anything stupid ok?” you whispered in his ear. Which he responded to with a quick nod.

With a sharp movement you cut the restrained and set him free. Instinctively, Baekhyun rubbed the painful marks in his wrists. You walked back in front of him.

“However, you do understand that as you are a compulsive liar and a fraud I can’t really trust you right ?” Once again he looked back at you, puzzled.

“Boys!!” you called out and immediately ten men came rushing from the double door of the warehouse. All tall and armed to the teeth. But one stood out for Baekhyun, he as significatively taller than the rest and seemed bigger. But most of all his expression was menacing. While the others looked straight ahead like well trained guard dogs this one was staring at him and his eyes held so much resentment and bitterness. He peered at him like one would at his nemesis, however Baekhyun was sure they had never met before.

“Baekhyun, meet Chanyeol. Chanyeol this is Baekhyun”

Chanyeol looks back at the seated man with a blank face but Baekhyun finally understands that is the guy you ran off to that fateful night. 

“Now eat” you order pointing your chin at the plate of food getting cold.

“I’m not hungry” Baekhyun spit looking right at you, eyes ignited with dormant, controlled anger. You start to laugh. Even after all this, this boy surprises you again. He’s clearly not in a position where he can demand or refuse anything but still he chooses to be difficult. He’s clearly not afraid of you and you love that even more about him. You could kill him right now but he knows better. He knows you love him too much.

You give Chanyeol a small nod and he immediately steps out the circle to hold Baekhyun down. The taller man grabs his jaw and forces his mouth open. Baekhyun struggles and protests trying to slip out of Chanyeol’s grip but it's in vain. You manage to delicately spoon into his mouth some of the delicious meal in front of him. Right when Baekhyun is about to spit the food out Chanyeol closes his jaw back, forcing the blonde man to swallow with pain.

You just smile adoringly at him. Even like this you can’t help but let your heart sing for him. 

“Isn’t it delicious?” you ask while Baekhyun shoots daggers at Chanyeol to which he responds with a sufficient smile.

Even if Chanyeol never dared to put it into words he always had a thing for you. And it happened that he considered himself a way better fit for you. He was stronger, taller, knew the ropes of the job, had a trusting relationship with your family and he knew he was the suitor chosen by your father. And the most important part he liked this ruthless part of you, he loved the way you could skin a man alive and find joy in it. He liked the way your eyes lit up when you held a man’s life at the end of your canon. He was the one for you. A mobster for another. Not this insignificant commoner who doesn’t even realize how lucky he is that you look at him with those enamored eyes. A gaze that should only be for Chanyeol…

The tall man undertook the initiative to force feed Baekhyun once again but with just a simple disapproving look he stepped back like a well behaved little doggie. Baekhyun then took the engraved silver fork in a tight grip that made his knuckles white and brought some food to his lips.

“You know… The first time I laid my eyes on you I knew…” you started as you rolled a meat ball across your plate. “I knew you were the one my heart chose but you know I saw you as unapproachable and I was truly fine with that. I was going to keep being your customer and only admire you for afar. Even seeing you like this was enough for me if I could just be around you for a couple of minutes”

Baekhyun holds his breath only chewing very slowly.

“But then that day that you stepped in my direction I thought my heart would burst into flames. I got a taste of you, of how it was to be someone that you liked, someone that you loved. Even if I know now that it was all a lie… still it’s something nobody can take from me…. This feeling, this memory it’s mine forever.”

You look absentmindedly as the beautiful deep red of the glass of wine in front of you, reminiscing of this first time in the golden hours of the café as the pedestrians were hurrying home….

“But this was my breaking point. I went too far on that road with you and I just couldn’t bring myself to be without you… So I made up this little stratagem to bring you out of your cave…” you chuckled humorlessly as you pictured him curled up on the couch watching tv with her. 

“You’re crazy” Baekhyun exhales in one sort breath as he looks at you.

“Don’t you get it by now?” You slam your fist on the table which makes the plates and gaudy silverware clatter. “The exotic getaways, the fancy dinners, the expensive gifts, this fucking watch” you agressvely point at the Rollex around his wirst as you list with cold, dormant anger all of the pricey beneficts Baekhyun profited from while going out with you….

“All of this” you spread your arms and look around the place. “All of it was bought with blood, cocaine and hookers. With dirty fucking money!!” you swipe the table sending the plates and food to the ground in a grand cacophony, shattered glass and tomato sauce covering the floor.

Baekhyun was the only one shivering, you and your men on the other hand were used to your fits of rage.

“Of course at first I took you for an unsuspecting handsome boy that didn’t know what he got himself into. I thought that for your sake I’d better keep your innocence shielded but as time went by I knew I could make you into someone… Someone who could run this family."

You stepped around him slipping a cold finger onto the warm skin of his nape then across your bottom lip, as if you could taste his warmth. 

"Do you remember that night?" You asked. Baekhyun stayed silent but as you looked at him he finally spoke up.

"What do you mean ?"

"That night I left you at my apartment to help Chanyeol?"

Baekhyun's back stiffened at this memory as Chanyeol's ears perked up at the mention of his name. You smirked.

“See I knew you remembered!” Baekhyun averts his eyes.

“That night I had the absolute certainty that you were going to be the perfect match for me and for our family.”

You sigh as you stand right in front of him and put your hand on his knees, slowly dragging your palm up the gray sweatpants and his robust and thick thighs to his groin. As your hand progresses you feel Bekhyun’s thigh getting more and more tense. Only to make his hips jolt forward when you finally reach his hardening cock. Instantly your eyes go to his to hopefully catch a glimpse of a softening expression but you only find the same unyielding and bitter orbs looking back at you, eyebrows knitted and lips pinched in a resentful expression that makes you smirk even wider.

“And now I’m even more convinced than before… A man so cold hearted that he would even fuck a girl he hates this much…” you direct your gaze to his crotch that has become fully hard under the constant teasing of his sensitive area. Only gently glazing your finger over his hard on never giving him the satisfaction of applying any kind of pressure. His cock is even slightly twitching, gray sweatpants making it oh so very easy to look.

Somehow his eyes seem to darken even more, but you can’t tell if it’s from blatant contempt or carnal frustration.

“Why the long face, baby?” you coo in his ear as you feel an almost imperceptible twitch on his cheek pressed against yours. “Is it because you hate me?” you make a long pause to allow Baekhyun to respond but he chooses to stay silent. “Or is it because you want this” 

With that you finally grip your fingers around his hard cock, the poor thing has been in so much need for attention that you feel that he has already made his loin slightly dampened, making the gray sweatpants somewhat darker. As you press your fingers and rub his length from base to tip you hear him take in a shaky breath and for a split second you see his eyes roll back. He tries so hard to hold himself back but you know his body by heart and he can’t hide anything away from you, at least not anymore.

“Or maybe it’s because you feel a little bashful in front of such a crowd?”

With a gesture of the hand you command your men to leave you two alone; they all execute themselves, even Chanyeol who decides to glare one last time at Baekhyun before closing the doors behind him.

“Finally some privacy” you exhale in relief before immediately putting back on the same mischievous smirk. You are quick to return to business. You crouch down, scraping your knee on the cold concrete floor but the adrenaline and excitement keep you from feeling any pain.

With extreme slowness you decide to carefully pull on the waistband of the sweatpants, the usually ample and comfortable piece of clothing now really seems to restrain Baekhyun. The fabric is under a lot of strain as it seems Baekhyun’s huge cock keeps on growing before your amazed eyes. So you’re more than happy to relieve him. As you roll the fabric down on his hips, his cock finally springs free -well apart from his boxers- and the alleviation of this unbearable tension has him biting hard his bottom lip.

Your intuition is confirmed when you finally peek at his completely soaked underwear. The visible dark gray wet patch is even more consequent than what you anticipated and you can’t help but to feel amused when you see it. You take so much joy in torturing him. You enjoy seeing him unable to resist you even after all this. You might have to still figure things out in regards to his heart but you know how to make his body respond to you.

You peel off the damp underwear to finally uncover Baekhyun’s raging cock. You see him lightly jump when the cool air hits his blazing hot and wet tip which makes you chuckle. 

“You became so sensitive Baekhyunie! How cute!”

You grab the length at its base and keep it straight into the air. You bring your face close and start by lightly kissing the wet tip. When you look up at Baekhyun, he seems to be in pain, eyebrows furrowed, hand firmly planted on his hips. So you decide to show mercy and finally wrap your warm lips around his tip. Your eyes flutter close as the familiar salty taste spreads in your mouth. You missed him so much. You missed his thick cock so much. You hum in satisfaction, the sounds vibrating Baekhyun’s cock in your mouth.

You adroitly swirl your tongue around his tip, hungrily gathering and tasting as much precum as humanly possible, rejoicing in the countless memories the delicious flavor brings back. Once you dry out the source it’s time to make more so you start to take your mouth up and down his girth making slurping noises all across his length.

Baekhyun is being a lot less vocal than usual, you only hear him breathing in and out shakily, trying his best to not moan and growl like he can do it so beautifully and he’s succeeding. You must admit you miss the dirty talk, the hair pulling and the pleasured groans but it’s okay for now… in time you know he will give in.

You suck on his cock some more and Baekhyun digs his nails in his hip still trying to not make any noise of pleasure apart from the occasional sharp gasps. You put one hand on his balls, fondling them while your tongue gives a little more attention to his tip, popping the length outside your mouth in a lewd noise to lick around his tip, harvesting more and more hardearned delicious and intoxicating pre cum.

The taste goes to your head and makes your center quiver and your guts stir in bliss. Your underwear starts to clam to your folds as it is being soaked to the point where your slimy juices pierce the fabric to form long strings linking you to the concrete ground underneath you. You do your job with such passion and drive and that you bring both of you to the brink of insanity. Both filled with compelling desire.

You stand back up. With one swift movement you slip out of your burgundy red slitted dress. Your breasts standing proud on your chest, nipple hardened by a desire that possesses you. As you stand before him, Baekhyun drinks in your form, eyes darting between your soaked lace underwear, your beautiful breasts and your shiny and silky thighs glazed in your love juices. 

Baekhyun doesn’t budge an inch when you approche to straddle him. You take his wrist in your fist and place his hand on your lower back before leaning on his chest to whisper in his ear.

“Hold that to the side for me” you murmur, hot breath hitting the tip of his ear and making the hairs his nape stand up. 

There is a motionless and silent moment. For a second Baekhyun doesn't move. He thinks about what this decision will cost him… he thinks about her. But he knows he doesn't have a choice but to do what you tell him to. Because if he doesn’t… you could hurt him right ? Yes! He has to do it. 

That is exactly what he tells himself when his large palm caresses your rear to hold on to the string and push your panty line to the side, making way for his large cock to penetrate you. 

With that you grab his length into your hand and guide it to your entrance, circling your clit with the tip, gathering wetness and slowly, you lower your hips. 

You bite your lip as you moan all the way down, feeling the scolding hot length deliciously parting you. Boldly making its way inside you, taking your body over as its righteous place. And fuck yes you are convinced of it. It is its righteous place. He feels so good inside you, you find yourself wishing he would never slip out again. 

Baekhyun on the other hand still holds on. He manages not to let another noise slip his lips as your tight cunt welcomes him back in its warm embrace. Sure he can control his voice but he cannot be so proud of his abilities to control his expressions. His furrowed eyebrows marking a deep crease on his forehead and his agape mouth give in on the unbearable pleasure he has to endure.

You, in contrast, make no effort to restrain yourself. Why would you ? You have been dreaming of the day he was going to be inside you again for so long. And it was finally happening. It was like coming at last after a long day. That's how comfortable you felt with him.

Once you link both of your hips together and his tip gently kisses the bottom of you, you can’t help leaning your head back and moan loudly as you focus only on the pleasure he makes you feel with just one simple stroke. And you smirk while you feel Baekhyun’s fist tighten on your lower back, holding on for his dear life onto your thong. 

“Yes that’s it. Hold it like this so I can…” You say as you firmly plant your heels on the ground making sure you have good balance and support. And very slowly, almost painfully so, you pull your hips up, carefully gliding along his shaft until only the very tip is still nested inside you. Only to smash yourself back down. This time the brutal penetration has you squealing in blissful pleasure. And the pleasurable sensation only makes you hungry for more. 

You set an unforgiving pace as you bounce yourself up and down, filling the large warehouse. Each of your moans and each of Baekhyun’s shameful sharp breaths bounce off the high ceiling. 

“Fuck” you cry as you feel the familiar tigling building up in your core, knot growing tighter by the second, your pussy squeezing him as you near your high.

But then Baekhyun’s hand which was until then staying put at his side, flew to your waist maintaining you immobile his bulging cock deep inside you, unable to raise your hips once more for the final blow, in just one single and strong grip, finally putting a stop to this hellish carousel. 

You exert a disappointed sigh as your cunt twitches in frustration arounds Baekhyun’s big hard cock. 

“Why did you stop?” you ask pouting slightly.

“I don’t want to… do this” Baekhyun struggles to reply through gritted teeth. Every word intersected with painful groans that testify of his state of frustration. He’s been flirting with the edge for a while now. First the way you sucked him off with drive and passion and now your tight cunt violently smashing on his length, crushing his dick with incredible tightness. There’s no way Baekhyun can hold on and he knows it but he refuses to give up.

You see this determination in his eyes. The will to fight the primitive urges of his flesh, the will to fight you. You chuckle slightly as you delicately wrap your hand around his nape and lean in to sensually kiss his neck making your way up to his ear.

“Baekhyunie…” you coo “don’t you get it by now ?” you place your other hand on his which is maintaining your waist down on his cock and one by one you peel each one of his fingers off, he doesn't oppose much resistance.

“You cannot fight this.” You raise your hips up again but this time much slower. “You cannot go back to your previous life. You kissed that goodbye the day you fucked my mouth in the café” you arch your back and sink back in on his hard cock, twitching and throbbing inside you. 

“But…” He struggles under you. But you kiss him to shut him up, slipping your tongue inside his mouth, and playfully swirling your tongue on his, his heavy and hot breath fanning your cheeks and even slipping the tiniest of moans. You take a step back to look at his face. He’s flushed out, eyes drooping in pleasurable frustration but also mixed with incomprehension and confusion. He doesn’t know where he stands anymore. He’s starting to forget what he’s fighting for.

“Shhh” you shush him, laying one delicate index finger on his plump and swollen wet lips. “You cannot go back to her… Ever”. Your hips keep on going up and down very slowly, the proposed pace is not meant to give pleasure but pain, frustration. It’s meant to finally chop off that last strand of sanity that ties him up to her, to his past. You’re is present and you’re is future.

“Please…” he breathes in your ear. You can’t help but to smirk knowing how close you are to winning him for good.

“Don’t you remember that night ? I came back smelling like fire… I remember how your eyes filled with a cold anger and desire how that smell triggered you. To this day you still don't know what that smell was, right?”

Baekhyun would look confused if he could wipe off that pained look off his face because he has now idea why your train of thought brought back this memory but his cock and himself are submitted to so much unbearable pleasure that he can only manage to shake his head as a response.

“It was gunpowder and blood… That was the smell that made you this horny.” Baekhyun was confused…

Was it really ?

“Do you remember how you played me like a game just to get what you wanted… Abusing the trust and love of a naive virgin girl just to have a laugh?” You wrap your hand around his cheeks to make him look at you.

“Face it. You are a monster. You are not different from me. A perfect fit for this family. I know it.” This time you smash back violently earning a low pained groan from Baekhyun. 

“Fuck… you…” he growls, eyes half closed, trying his best not to burst.

“Come on Baekhyunie… I know you have it in you. Don’t you want to make me pay ?” you lick the shell of his ear metal taste of his earring spreads in your mouth. You lift your hips up again even slower now. “Don’t you want to make me feel how much you fucking hate me right now ?”

His eyes are filled with such contempt. Such hatred that it makes your heart flutter you can’t shake the feeling that right now if he had the occasion he would just end you. And that makes you so happy. Slowly but surely he’s becoming you.

“Sir…” The word makes him shiver. “take revenge on this cunt. Fuck me hard for ruining yor life and for being the worst misake you ever made”

Suddenly you feel Baekhyun’s grip on your underwear tighten to the point where you feel his balled fist tremble on your lower back and all of a sudden with extreme force he rips the thin piece of fabric off of you. Symbolically ripping from the chains of guilt he still felt somehow, ripping away from yesterday and embracing tomorrow. 

In one rotation he managed to flip you over and slammed your body on the white cloth table, sending his almost full plate of spaghetti to the ground along with his glass of red wine, spilling the red liquid on the ground like blood. One strong palm on your nape keeps your cheek nice and pressed against the white linen of the table.

“Yes that’s it baby” you smirk, lifting your squeezed cheek.

“Shut the fuck up you fucking whore” Baekhyun spits at you firmyly pressing on your nape.  Even if you’re unable to see his face you know exactly what type of furisome state he is in. “And it is Sir for you” He says in this familiar authoritarian tone that makes your soaked pussy quiver in anticipation.

You can’t help your heart to flutter when you hear the fateful word. Finally he’s back, he's back to you but this time it’s forever. You’ll never let him go again.

“Yes Sir” you promptly reply, desiring nothing more but to be a good girl.

“Why did you have to anger me like that, whore ?” he growls as his hot and wet tip smoothly glides against your folds. You let a moan slip out of your lips when he hits your swollen clit.

“I’m sorry Sir.” you mechanically reply. Baekhyun scoffs.

“I don’t think you really are though. I think you're just saying that.” He gathers your wetness alongside your thighs and then aligns himself with your center.

“All of that for my cock” he starts to push in very slowly, you’re already stretched out and cock-straved little pussy has no trouble welcoming him back inside you. You exert a sigh of relief and you feel the delicious pull on your walls. But he only pushes in the first couple of inches before he stops. You start to struggle in protest, only wanting to be filled to the brink by him.

“Please” you whine.

“To what a extend a bicth like you can go just to have a taste of my fat cock?”

“Please Sir i’ll do anything” you beg, wiggling your ass up in the air like a bitch in heat.

“Yeah I figured” Baekhyun tightens his grip on your nape, pushing your face further on the table, shutting you up on the spot. “Lying to me about this fake ass pregnancy, abducting me and taking me hostage here…” without a heads up his other hand slaps your ass with all his might, the sound of the powerful impact bouncing off the high ceiling and resonating in the grand space. You can’t help but to scream at the unexpected pain. 

You bite your lower lip and the pain gradually lessens but then another strike comes in. Even sharper this time. You whine again, your eyes filling up with tears as his dick is still barely hanging of your pussy. The anticipation of more pain from his unforgiving hand on your raw ass and the frustration of the long awaited pleasure from his divine girth inside as you completely soaked, large droplets of juices crashing on the concrete ground below you and running down the table cloth. 

“Please Sir, I did that so you would love me again…”

“Don't talk about love, slut” he slaps your ass again, one tear spilling out your eye, burning your squelched cheek. “You don’t know what it is. And it just so happens I can't remember either.”

With that he finally thrusts inside you, you are totally caught off guard as his massive length rails you, ripping your tiny cunt apart. You moan aloud, already feeling drunk on the mixed up and indistinguishable pain and pleasure. 

Baekhyun sets a haineous pace, completely ravaging your pussy along the way. You can’t help but to moan in bliss as you finally hear him enjoying himself, plying growls and groans. 

He lets go of your nape as your body is shaken by each violent thrusts to opt for a tight grip on your hair. He firmly maintains you in place and he smashes his hips inside you. Gradually you feel yourself  coming closer and closer to the edge for the second time of the evening. 

But then again Baekhyuns slows down to come to a complete stop. This time there’s no disappointed sigh but an irritated growl of frustration erupts from your lips. If you weren’t fearing his reponds so much you could have cussed him out.

“What’s that, baby? Were you going to cum?” You only whine in response. “Aww. I wanna see that.”

With that he flips you over with impressive force, managing to flip your body over on the table, knocking off the rest of the silverware and plates that clatter on the concrete floor.

“I wanna see your disappointed cute little face.” He huffs as his avid eyes finally land on you.

He smirks at the sight. You are a complete mess. Hair tangled up in knots, face flushed beetroot red, wet eyes on the verge of tears and pussy shapeless and swollen, twitching from so much pant up frustration.

“Would you look at that ? What a beauty you are” Baekhyun murmurs as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I want to see you more in pain like this” He says, not caring anymore if his sadistic tendencies show through. He doesn't want to hide this part of himself anymore. Maybe you were right, maybe he was hiding a monster all along… Maybe it was time to let it out.

“Please Sir… Fuck me again” you beg squirming on your back your four limbs in the air and legs widely spread like an animal, feeling no shame in exposing your tits and cunt to him. Baekhyun chuckles, he likes to see you struggle. He starts to draw small but rapid circles in your clit with his hot tip. You arch your back at the delicious sensation on your heat that has become overly sensitive from all this teasing. 

“You want this cock, right?”

You moan in response trying to make it go inside you by moving your hips around. But Baekhyun doesn’t like it when you don’t use your words.

He slaps you across the face, leaving the burning red imprint of his large palm on your rosy cheeks. You look back at him with round eyes in total surprise. Not expecting such a powerful strike on your face… Even when he fucked you relentlessly he was always somewhat gentle with your face…

“I asked you a fucking question, whore!” His eyes are cold but his little satisfied smile gives in on how much fun he has while torturing you. 

“Yes I really want your cock Sir”

“You would do anything for it right ?”  he asks as he presses a little harder on your aching bundle of nerves.

“Yesss!!! I would die for it!” you affirm.

“Then… fucking…” he aligns himself with your dripping heat “TAKE IT” he growls as he thrusts inside you with such power that it jerks your whole body upwards almost knocking the whole table over. 

Immediately he goes back to this destructive pace, making his earring frantically shake and pulling your already worn out cunt inside out as you scream in pleasure, not having a care in the world for the indiscreet ears of your henchmen guarding the doors just outside the warehouse. 

“Look at your fucking lewds tits bounce everywhere. Such slutty tits you have” With that he slaps your breast repeatedly until your skin is marked and burning. Making your eyes just spill out tears of confused pain and pleasure. You are so hungry for this treatment. You want him to abuse you even more. You want him to destroy you.

“Thank you Sir” you moan and scream.

“You want to cum, whore ?” he huffs in betweens short breaths, your clenching pussy making it difficult for him to keep up with words. 

“Yes please sir !” you reply barely able to keep your thoughts together.

“Then cry and beg more” 

With that he violently slaps your clit, the sting is so sharp that your body is shook with sobs, big tears soaking your cheeks and running your makeup, making you look even more miserable than before.

Baekhyun loves every second of it, he loves to see your eyes lose consciousness of your surroundings, being only obnubilited by his hard cock rocking your body back and forth. He loves to see your face contort in pain while your pussy uncontrollably throbs for his huge massive cock, making your mind slowly sink in insanity.

He continuously slaps your pussy. It’s made so sensitive and it’s slowly turning blue from the bruising hits.

“PLEASE SIR PLEASE STOPPPP” you beg as the pain becomes so unbearable that your pussy is about to crush his meat rod, having it its way with you. Without even realizing you start squirting all over him and yourself, completely soaking the both of you with your juices, such powerful streams that some even hit him in the face.

His punishing hand stops the damage to your pussy to grab your neck once more as Baekhyun licks his lips hungrily tasting your wetness in his mouth not stopping once seconds his incessant back and forth inside your cunt.

“Such a good little whore for me” He says as his grip becomes tighter. “Stick your tongue out. and beg me to spit in your mouth”

You feel your face becoming more and more red as oxygen is restrained to your head but you execute yourself anyway. You stick your tongue out and without putting back your attempt to start talking despite the choking.

“Pleashh Shir spit in my mouth” you struggle to say.

“Good girl” he says before aiming right at your tongue, his precision is surgical. You feel the hot slimy liquid glide on your tongue as you roll your eyes in pure bliss, becoming light headed from the lack of oxygen.

Baekhyun spits again but this time on your cheek just to slap you again right after, finally letting go of your narrow neck to mix together spit tears and sweat on your face. He chuckles again, he relishes to see you like this. Right now you’re not the heiress of a powerful mafia empire. You’re just a simple cock hungry whore who'll do anything for him. You’re his toy. You’ve always been and you always will be and you desire nothing more than that.

“I’m going to cum inside you now fucking slut”

“Yes please” you beg in sobs, knowing your release is near.

“We’re going to make this baby you want so bad” he says as he voice is interspersed by each deadly thrusts.

“Please Sir get me pregnant with your child.” you cry out. “Please use my pussy to make yourself feel good. I wanna be your good for nothing cumdump. Please get this bitch pregnant” You ramble as you feel your center quiver deliciously, thoroughly milking Baekhyun’s cock as he finally sprays out his seeds grunting and swearing under his breath. So much cum is poured into your pussy that it starts to spill and runs down your ass and the tablecloth.

At last… you felt him again. At last you won him over. You both know that. You trapped him forever caught in the mafia way of life. There’s no escape for him. So why not have fun along the way? Maybe he can become that mafia boss you see in him… 

Only time will tell…

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A/N: So that concludes this story!! What do you think don't hesitate to tell me in comments or drop an ask (i love those). I really wanted to to say thank you one more time to everyone that read and made themselved known. You guys made this story! I wante to give up sometimes but your support kept me going! I really wanted to say i appreciate all of you. Thank you thank you thank you

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[kuroosdarling]

top five things you like abt kuroo, go 🎤

this morphed into something … i had to go off AHAHAHAH so basically 5 reasons i love him 🕴🏼this is sm im sorry </3

1. first things first. the smirk. yup yup that’s what got me lmfao ! hook, line, sinker. i told u the story of when i first watched haikyuu and the smirk is the reason i kept going LOL never fails to make me giggle n shit

2. i admire how mature he is but also still so playful and teasing?? he balances it so well. he knows when to be real and when to have fun and i find that so attractive !! one minute he’s giving lev or tsukki a life lesson then the next he’s being a dumbass with bokuto. literal definition of get a man who can do both.

3. i love how ambitious he is but still has this level of modesty. like he was the captain and got really good grades in school but was never over the top and flashy with it. unless provoked by yaku or daishou … then he’d prob bust that shit out LOL and then he landed such a good job !!! i’m just proud of him fr :’)

4. i love love love his social journey. how he went from this super duper shy kid to the charismatic man he became !! like !! damn !! i admire that so much bc i feel like i’m on a similar path as well bc i used to never rlly speak and now i’m out here carrying conversations LOL but yeah :3

5. overall !! there’s sm more reasons why i love him and could literally never shut up about this man. but the biggest reason i love him is bc he really is that comfort character to me. this is cringe but he literally has been there for all my darkest times LOL anytime i’d be sad or go through a bad break up, i’d just inhale kuroo content and suddenly i'd feel better ! he’s my fave lil guy forever n always methinks and i love him sm for that !!

#there’s sm more but damn lemme stfu AHAHAHAHHA #lil meow meowwww ;(( <33 #thank u for indulging me hehe #TELL ME UR REASONS <333 #our mans <3 #⁺. ʚ streaming with: #ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ risu ༶ ⋆ #♡ my day one ♡

[nancydrewwouldnever]

Hi Nancy, hope you took care of yourself after all those wild asks, you and the others mod din't deserve this hate only for expressing your opinion, send you a big hug

I sent you an ask, but it get probably buried with others, so i propose it again

Do you think that the main reason why Chris and Jenny broke up after both rounds was truly his fan's behaviour and the hateful comments, or it was more caused by her behaviour and the fact that they were invested in different ways in their relationship?

I always thought that the main reason wasn't the fans but how she act (especially during round 2), her insecurity and the fact that she had too much expectation toward him since she basically end her marriage for him

Imo this was just a hook up for Chris who develop into more but that he definitely didn't want for it to became a full relationship, considering that he wasn't invested in it as much as her

What is your opinion?

No, I don't think their break-ups had anything to do with fans. I know Jenny in the Vulture interview tried to spin it as the scrutiny and public attention being simply too intense for her, but I believe that's just her latching onto a convenient "out."

No, I believe they didn't work because they were simply too different as people, in spite of having a lot of superficial similarities (being from MA, same socio-economic background, similar childhoods at same time, in the industry, etc.) Remember her "throw down hard" comment at the end of that interview about the end of round one. You don't bust up in huge arguments over fans/public opinion, etc. You have huge relationship ending arguments because you're not seeing things the same, because you're not coming from the same "place", and that causes hurt feelings and tension and recriminations and all those other unlovely things of that sort.

I can't speak to their levels of investment, as I don't know them personally, I only know what I can read behind a computer screen. Personally, I don't think he was as breezy about it as some people want to believe. Once again, back to the Vulture interview, but with a grain of salt - Jenny saying that he was the one who confessed to her about all his feelings for her, and that he wanted something more. Like I say, grain of salt as it is Jenny's narrative of events, and she's once again spinning things. But in my experience you don't come out with something like that if you're not sufficiently invested. Just my two cents.

The real question is, though: how quickly does Chris' "investment" run its course, and how long does he limp along in relationships that have already cooled?

#ask

[beautiful-02-08-18]

1 Corinthians 10:14 (KJV)

Wherefore, my dearly beloved, flee from idolatry.

Fan Interpretation of Charming Gold’s parents from Running Man Animation.

When I was watching Running Man Animation, I at first never really paid much attention to Charming Gold. Before him, I was more interested in Pala, and even with the whole villain reveal, I still did not really pay him much attention until his backstory was revealed. I immediately became attached to CG after that.

In Charming Gold’s backstory, we are shown his parents and what’s interesting is that they are the only characters with faces. The other Pikok members have some sort of comedy theater mask on their faces, or even not drawn at all.

I probably thought more of these characters, if you can call them that, than what was intended. They were only present for precisely 15 seconds combined but there are so many storytelling elements on them. We were only shown their bust and side view and for this reason, we were never shown their full designs. It was hard trying to make their designs as it was in a flashback sequence with a yellow filter on everything so we, the audience, did not even know what colors they were. They do not even have names! They are called “Charming Gold’s mother” and “Charming Gold’s father” or “Charming Gold’s parents”. Even then, I actually liked these characters. Or their story potential regarding Charming Gold.

I’ll go talk about their names first instead of calling them “Charming Gold’s mother” and “Charming Gold’s father”. I named his mother Charming “Darling” Diamond because the diamond is one of the most valuable gemstones, fitting for the queen of the beautiful Pikok tribe. For his father, I was originally going to name him Charming Cobalt so his name is an alliteration similar to Charming Gold and also to reference his blue feathers. However, I thought that would make Charming Gold an outlier. My friend pointed out many years ago that Charming Gold's name is “Gold” but he’s blue. Since there are already characters with alliterations on their names I changed it to Charming Platinum. I made this as a reference that Gold's father is higher in power than him as platinum, which can also be known as white gold, is more valuable than gold.

On to their designs, as I said before in my Dazzling Diaspore character art I have a headcanon that the women of the Pikok tribe have duller colors compared to their male counterparts. I used a real-life image of a peahen so that’s why Diamond has a blue neck. Platinum has a hue of deep rich blue color, to further emphasize his authority over Gold, who has a standard blue color.

Using Charming Gold as a reference for their designs, I noticed that while looking at Gold’s design his whole body is a gradient. From a light teal on his nose to dark violets on the tips of his hair to even the icy blue color of his tail. With bold colors of red and gold on his face with purple eyes. I incorporated that detail into the designs of Pikok characters.

I did not want Charming Gold’s parents to be an exact copy of him, so I tried my best to make them look different, but still similar, to CG. Granted that, I may have overdone it. I did 3-4 color tests to see what I liked the most.

Another headcanon is the makeup they wear is a part of their face. So that eyeshadow and goatee on Charming Gold is actually a part of his face. While looking at the close-up shot of Platinum I noticed that there seemed to be some sort of bottom eyeliner, and since I wanted them to look like their son more so I made him have eye makeup similar to Gold. There seems to be no make-up on Diamond so I had to improvise.

Charming Gold seems to embody Korean beauty standards like his androgynous body and flawless skin. His backstory of being horrifically bullied is a common story in Korean Media, especially stories about beauty standards.

With that in mind, I designed Diamond and Platinum from those beauty standards. In Korea, facial hair is seen as unattractive, but according to history, men were not allowed to harm their bodies and that includes hair. That is why I had Platinum sport a beard than Gold’s goatee. (Side note: Fandom Wiki just described it as a “red line” but I personally see it as Gold having a goatee.) Diamond have freckles and a mole because from what I had researched these beauty marks are at best neutral or at worst ugly in Korea. I found no solid statement even though some KPop idols, who are known to follow Korean beauty standards, have these same beauty marks. She was shown to have pronounced eyelashes so I made sure to show that.

I also have a headcanon that as they age, their faces darken from a white to a gray color. I picked the gray from their grayscale.

For the clothes, Charming Platinum's design was simple enough as his clothes seemed to be a long-sleeved polo shirt with buttons paired with black pants and shoes. He had this cloth wrapped around him like a belt and was wearing a large cape or a royal mantle. He was noticeably wearing the same backless vest Gold wore in the show. Hence, I see the vest like a crown, where the king, Platinum, passed it down to his heir, Gold. And let me tell you, it was hard getting a decent reference for this very symmetrical pattern.

For Charming Diamond here, we were never shown much. I had interpreted it as her wearing a royal mantle and a sleeveless dress and that is all. I noticed that the design on her brooch has the same design that can be throughout the show, like the window in one of the references.

Their royal mantles are rather interesting to me since Charming Gold never wore one in the show; however, since the mantles have peacock patterns on them, I think they were supposed to represent a peacock’s tail, similar to how Gold wore one during Season 1. I did some creative liberty while designing their clothes as we were never shown their full frontal view. Clothes from the Pikok tribe are surprisingly rather simple.

For my headcanons about their deaths, it is rather simple. I did not really think much about it, just a vague idea about how they died. Charming Diamond died from an illness, and she never knew about Gold’s ability and that he was the one behind the missing persons cases. Charming Platinum was stabbed in an assassination attempt by a member of the Mong tribe, who Gold killed to save the former, ultimately revealing his secret power. Platinum later died from the injury he sustained but was on rather good terms with Gold after learning the latter’s ability.

I do not really like the idea that Charming Gold killed his parents. While yes, he probably killed all of the members of the Pikok tribe I just can not really see him as the type of person to kill his parents. Maybe that is just my rose-tinted glasses, but I like to interpret his relationship with his parents as complicated but loving. In his backstory, it was implied that Gold immediately went to his parents after being bullied again. We can assume that this was not the first time this had happened to him, and he possibly went to his parents for consolement.

When he realized that even his own parents were ashamed of him, he was completely heartbroken as implied by the emphasis on the single teardrop. Charming Gold’s parents were ashamed of him because of his appearance, so it is possible that when Gold gained his energy absorption ability and became “beautiful” they started to treat him better. They did have some sort of familial love for him before that, but it became more apparent after the “curse” was lifted. But this is just my interpretation.

For their personalities, we were never shown much. What little we get is where they are in a stressful situation, so we can not really know for sure how they normally act. But Gold’s personality and skill must have come from somewhere.

I might draw and flesh them out more but this is it for now. I have been trying a new art style where I lean into the gothic medieval style so that is why the art has a yellow filter, but there is still the other version where there is no filter. Drawing these two was hard because as it turns out, I’m not actually good with drawing two characters existing in the same space with correct proportions.

Thank you for reading!

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[jackienautism]

Now I’m really curious about your thoughts on the other counselors. I don’t really have any strong opinions on them much tbh idk why. Maybe it’s the whole “horny teenager” trope or something

(finally getting around to this. sorry for taking so long dfkldg)

yeaaaah fair enough dfgjndg thats exactly why i get pissed off playing the game tbh. it just becomes so convoluted with this romantic whatever bullshit that it gets SUPER TIRING...... but that's ok though bc silas kaylee and caleb need someone to love them unconditionally right?

anywho! i appreciate you wanting to see my other unfiltered opinions on the characters kdfgdfjg bc gosh do i have a lot. especcially for TQ bitches. as i just ssaid,

i AM going to get unfiltered and potentially brutal so if anyone is your ultimate bestie i recommend not reading (abi and laura are safe though of course<3) (mainly because nothing about either of them necessarily irritated me LOL and im easy to irritate)

im going to reference my thoughts on the characters from a note i wrote after playing through like ? chapter 4 for the first time. but honestly not miuch has changed. and just to preface this a good portion of my negative opinions come from the campfire scene in chapter 2 LOL like. when i first played the game i began disliking like more than half the characters here alone

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dylan: talked about him here (its not positive)

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nick: i just think hes a prick who doesn't deserve abi 🤷 of course he was given the short end of the stick in terms of screentime, but its kind of funny bc kaitlyn has a similar amount of Actual walk around time and she's there like. the entire game LMAO so yeah that pisses me off. nick has 3 moments where you play as him, and kaitlyn has 5/6, depending on how you separate her section in chapter 10. they both have the same amount of Get To Explore And Walk Around time though, which is a whopping total of one thanks guys. anywho. even before he began acting like a creep i didnt like him lol... and no surprise but it all stems from chapter 2...

long story short, i dont doubt that nick actually cares for abi and likes her but i think in the grand scheme of things it mostly has to do w/ him wanting tits and ass... sort of similar to mike's whole deal... and i believe this based on the bullshit he pulls w/ emma. yeah he says that "tHiS mIgHt NoT bE a GoOd IdEa" and yet he still plays along despite dylan saying that 2 people can kiss AS LONG AS everyone consents. he could've gotten out of the situation. and yet he fucking didnt. i dont care if he didnt realize the consequences of his actions, if he TRULY liked abi he wouldnt have done this shit in the first place. "ive had my moments, im not proud of some of the stuff ive done" DOG YOU JUST HAD A MOMENT AND YOURE NOT EVEN FUCKING APOLOGIZING TO THE PERSON YOU HURT!!!!!! idc if it technically wasnt totally his fault. he still was involved in humiliating and upsetting abi. all he blames it on is playing alonog with emma's plan to make jacob jealous and aside from that just being such a shitty anf fucked up excuse in general, its not even ???? true?????????? GOD. IM SORRY. THE WHOLE SITUATION MAKES ME SO UPSET

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jacob: as said in my previous TQ / UD rankings... i really flip flop w/ him alot. however im def leaning towards neutral to dislike NGL. i HAAATED his whole thing w/ emma like incredibly so. however. i did feell real bad for him during chapter 1, despite already knowing that he was the one to bust the truck up and keep everyone there another night. i felt bad despite already having a reason TO dislike him. kaitlyn was being mean for no reason. nick and dylan were being mean for no reason. it's just... it's almost like he was being used as the group's laughing stock. but as time went on i just continually became less and less willing to sympathize . hell, he's just a INFINITELY less sympathetic josh... of course seeing him crying and upset in ch 3 was sad, but at this point i don't really know what he expected im sorry. he really dragged all these other people into his bullshit with emma. and it's more than clear how emma feels about their relationship, of course emma wasn't great either with him, but jacob isn't an angel ... EITHER in this situation. of COURSE he couldn’t have known that the night would go the way it does, but it doesn’t negate the fact that fucking up the truck was a shitty move regardless LMAO as said previously, i HAAATe how fucking possessive he is of her. like when nick tells jacob that he could see what emma wantss? and jacob just laughs it off? it's so fucking stupid dog. character wise though, he of course has a lot going for him and i can see why people find appeal in him. especially seeing hwo many stereotypes theyre subverting, in terms of jacob showing emotions and shit. but for me personally, it's a no

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ryan: my man🤝 even after all this time.... i find him very respectable and i very much appreciate him. similar to my deal w/ abi, even his more "asshole-ish" moments / dialogue choices (aside from a few off the top of my head LOL) are like. justified... and in character... like. him being so pissed off at and wary of laura? like????? laura is my beloved but this random girl just popped out of nowhere, killed one of his closest friends, and now wants to kill what he has of a father figure? like yeah id be acting like ryan too if i were put into his situation LMAO yeah you can be annoyed w/ his actions and behavior, but in context? the way he's acting is understandable and justified. it doesnt DESERVE criticism, because there's nothing to criticize! he's acting as any normal person would! of COURSE it's annoying how he doesn't BELIEVE laura, that's a whole other can of worms, but overall he's allowed to be a pissed off little bitch. and him potentially going against the whole party idea? that line of dialogue is just more in character for him i will not accept any other answer. it makes no sense that he'd suddenly go against chris' word. and it PISSES ME OOOOFF seeing how the game still like ? has ryan show up to the party despite being adamant against it.

ANYWAY.... ppl don't appreciate his autistic swag like i do. "he has no character" "he's boring" TO YOU. y'all rly see a character mainly speak in a monotone voice and rarely smile / show expression and go. yeah he's boring . do you not see the like . connotations of that. like be for real. he’s like. one of the only few genuinely good ppl here lmao and seeing how chris says that ryan is one of his fave counselors and how he TRUSTS him enough to hold all this responsibility + have all these in depth talks w him it’s just. you see what kind of person ryan is just from that. and how so far ryan is the only character (while you’re in control) who’s able to interject whatever bullshit is being said at the moment it just. i’m sorry. he’s just a good guy. i respect how he’s willing to go against the bulk of the group during the whole party or lodge thing. i also respect that he’s willing to put a fucking end to dylan’s invasive fucked up truth question. i KNOW that it all depends on the Player to choose these specific options BUT. they just fit ryan’s character more so🤷 what can i say. fuck everyone else

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max: my bf (real)

laura: my gf (real)

abi: me (irl)

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emma: in my original note i said that i was leaning torwards neutral to dislike lmao....... oh have the turns havbe tabled. anywho. i think shes such a stupid dumbass bitch. she's so funny for no goddamn reason. i am shoving her down a flight of stairs. i love her character sooo much. i hate how she acted with jacob (despite most of it being her people pleaser side Showing but, that's a whole different conversation i am willing to have). she's suuuuch a beloved but gooooooood god i draw the line at being such a shitty friend to abi. that's my biggest complaint when it comes to emma and her actions. i understand that she has a moment where she's like "you're my best friend, i need you" and i fucking eat that shit up but almost everything else that happens and happens prior..... just goddddddddddddddddddddddddddd

to get started. most of this is gonna be nitpicky and personal shit, so if you think it's small and shouldn't be addressed, then you're probably right LOL im just ultra sensitive to this sort of stuff due to past personal experiences. ANYWAY!!!!!! you know the little teasy comment emma makes towards abi after you avoid hitting the squirrel? how she's like, "this is her first time asking a guy out like EVER"? it makes me wanna beat her up fr kldfggnfg bc it's like... it's not a thing to joke about... i see sooo much of myself in abi meaning i see her as autistic and that's just. you know how much being autistic hinders those sort of abilities? i obviously can't say for sure but, seeing how abi later talks about people wantingher to interact w/ others better? hence why she went to summer camp in the first place? i'd say that probably isn't too outrageous to think...

and sort of continuing off that same topic, when abi is having trouble choosing someone for truth or dare, how emma is just like. "ding ding ding, my turn!" LIKE. AS HER FRIEND. WHO PROBABLY KNOWS ABOUT HOW MUCH ABI STRUGGLES SOCIALLY. DON'T YOU THINK SHE'D BE LIKE? "OHH ABI JUST PICKK ME" INSTEAD OF HUMILIATING HER? LIKE. BC THERES SOOO MANY DIFF WAYS OF MOVING ON AND HELPING ABI OUT....... GOING ABOUT IT THW WAY EMMA DID ISN'T THE WAY TO GO......... ESPECIALLY KNNOWING HOW SOCIALLY ANXIOUS ABI IS.... anyway. while we're on the campfire scene, it's so fucked why she chooses to kiss nick lmao like ok yeah it may work in the end (potentially) but its still ?????????????? girl you know how much abi likes nick (SUPPOSEDLY) why go about this shit in the most destructive way possible? and what makes me even MORe mad is that. they dont even ever address this scene ever again???? despite it being such a huge and humiliating and probably traumatizing moment for abi??????????? YES they're able to have a more in depth andf heart to heart conversation about their relationship. but its not fucking enough! bc that fucking stupid ass dare and its outcome was the catalyst for the rest of the night's events lmao! imagine beign brushed aside and seen as a social fucking experiment for your entire life. which is something im SURE abi has felt and experienced. and emma, her best friend, LITERALLY CONTRIBUTES TO THAT!!!!!! ITS SO FUCKED AND IT MAKES ME SO ANGRY. i could probably go on about this topic but ill leabe it for a separate post i guess anyway if i were abi id be fucking pissed off and upset

her character means so very much to be like her whole people pleaser and "curate myself to each individual person ive ever met to keep them fromn leaving me" resonates so so much with me and i love it so much. ive talked about this b4 in a previous post but i can only imagine how lonely she feels, acting the way she acts. no one will ever truly know who she is. shes in a constant state of performance. every single person she's ever met has a different perception of her in their head. and, in one way or another, it's all wrong!!!! i love you emma mountebank i love you abigail blyg

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kaitlyn: i wont even lie i instantly fell in love w her after hearing the INSANE shit she says fnsjfjsnf esp felt it after the “jacob go upstairs. jacob get bag. kaitlyn moves on with her goddamn life” fell in love fr. and her whole stupid monologue after jacob was like "yeah i mean, what did i expect would happen?" SHES LITERALLY INSANE. but. like. i was not and still Am not happy w how she treated abi during the campfire scene though. due to 1. her telling abi to basically hurry the fuck up despite seeing how much she was GENUINELY struggling, and also potentially knowing about her social struggles prior. bc they're friends. right? and 2. just coming up wiht the dare in general lol it was such a fucked up thing to do and as ive said w/ emma, the fact theyre unable to actually jhave a convo abt it later is suuuuper dumb and shitty imo. esp seeing just how upset abi got, and the most fucked up thing is, neither kaitlyn NOR emma seem to show any remorse for it!!!!! that's just so fucked up

anywho. hate how both of their asian girls (emily in until dawn) are characterized as bossy and very. my way or the highway. it’s actually real fucked up in that light. fuck you supermassive. y’all are lucky that these 2 characters are their respective games’ baddest bitches . i SUPPOSE it isn’t THAT as big of a deal in this game bc. there are like. objectively more unlikable characters (in the guys AND girls) so kaitlyn doesn’t stand out as much (as emily did. she was practically written to be hated. bc NO ONE ELSE was as strong personality wise as her. i suppose jess comes close but 1. i think ppl shit on her for other stupid shit anyway SO and 2. she effs off for more than half the game) but it still doesn’t make it ok lmao. bc it’s a trend that is very :/ mmmmmmm. even if it’s not that much of a cliche stereotype for asian women, seeing them write both of their asian girls ALMOST THE EXACT SAME WAY is a bit sussy goddamn baka. went off a bit there lmao. anyway. i’m a weak pussy bitch and after she softened after abi returned freaked out i 😭 i love you. more positive (and NON GUY related) interactions between the girlies please. i literally love her relationship w/ abi so much it's so interesting to me.

and just... to talk about her character real quick, i mmentioned in my tier list that her character frustrates me. and you wanna know why? ive talked abt this b4 but her character is basically a watered down emily davis. and i say this bc. they both overall are the same archetype. except. in kaitlyn's case. there's really no reason for me to like ???? feel bad for her? djjfggkj LIKE. THERE'S LITTLE TO NO SUBSTANCE TO HER CHARACTER.... AND THERE CERTAINLY ISNT MUCH TO FEEL SYMPATHETIC FOR..... i say this bc. almost all the other TQ characters have this moment of ): aw, here's why i should care about and feel bad for you. BUT KAITLYN????? NEVER REALLY OUTRIGHT HAS THAT MOMENT,..... it's almsot like they threw her in there and threw in her characteristics last second.... nothing's really established w/ her. you just. you just keeo finding new stuff about her as the game goes on. like. oh. shes a good shot. oh. she cares about abi. and shit like that. im probably explaining this so terribly rn but hopefully some sense can be made from this scramble. it's just.... thye toook away the interesting aspect(s) of emily'scharacter (her anxiety, her fear of death, her complex to be protected while being fully capable of protecting herslef in times of danger etc etc) and thus gave us kaitlyn. to me she just. she isnt that interesting character wise! there isnt much there for me to grow attached to! people only like her bc shes associated w/ dylan! like shes one of those characters where you sort of HAVE to mold and shape into something that's familiar and Good

re reading htis it really sounds like i don't like her fdjkdg BUT I DO I PROMISE.... i gotta stick w/ my asian girls

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abi but for real: 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 do i even need to say anything? its like supermassive made a character purposely JessCore or something like that. i like. haven’t gone In Depth abt why i got so fucked up over what everyone else did to her during the camp fire scene but. know that it hit a little toooooo fucking close to home. like. I Could See Me Sitting There In Abi’s Spot and it HUUUUUUURT!!!!!!!!!!!! like ): seeing her avert her gaze and how she was fumbling over her words i ))): LIKE. AUGHH. esp after being asked THAT question? since not sleeping w/ anyone by this age is seen as “abnormal”? i could feel that so bad man ): no one deserves to be singled out like that. esp not a VERY much autistic girl who is pretty clear to be on the “outside” of the group. bc she’s not “normal” or not “like everyone else here” and it’s just. fuck you all fr choke. enough of that. i just. she’s so fucking cute too? like girl i love you so MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! her lil like. expressive noises and shit are so awesome and make me happy fnsjfjsf you only see them like twice BUT. you don’t really see that from the other characters. so basically: stims. autism. yeah. they rly made abi a little TOO realistic nd relatable fnsjfnnsf but ohhhh man do i love her oh so much. after the camp fire scene i was just. she’s my friend now fuck all of you

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laura but for real: I MISSED HER AND MAX SOOOOO BAD WHILE PLAYING THROUGH CHAPTERS 1 - 6 SKLDDFJDF i was literally so upset and sad seeing that they werent at camp after the prologue. du eto like literallty all of the characters getting on my nerves I WANTED THEM TO COME HOME SOOOO BAD.... AFTER THE CAMP FIRE SCENE EVERYTHING WENT DOWNHILL AND I MIIISSSEED THEM SOO MUCH i needed them back for real. other than that though, i dont have much to say about laura. i mean of course she's my BELOVED i mean look at my user but. yeah! i think about her often and project some anger shit onto her<3 specifically towards travis for specific and personal reasons<3 even if it's not like character stuff or w/e i think about, i often just rotate herin my mind. i love her so much. plus she's literally a combo of emily and sam aka my 2 fave UD characters how could i not love her?

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max but for real: i honestly dont have much to say abt him? and i suppose he and laura arent /technically/ a part of the other counselors since they never, yk, showed up. but w/e fdfjgndg i think he's neat. i honestly thought he was like one of the only Good Guys of the game when first playing through,. and that still holds true! i still see ryan as a great guy too though. max just seems like such a good partner and guy in general and i love him. don't necessarily think about him much but as i said before, he's my bf (real)

#the quarry #asks #jeyfeather1234 #mine #text #OKAY👍 #HAD A LOT OF FUN W/ THIS THANK YOUUU #wrote more than half of this while reeaally tired so sorry if it's a bit incoherent #i had to wake up at 5 for work #i wont tag the individual characters since im pretty negative but. yeah #my thoughts #[emma mountebank voice] ok :) i’m done #my TQ tag #TQ #long posts #my laura tag #my emma tag #my abi tag #my kaitlyn tag #my ryan tag

[definegodliness]

I'm back! Here, an impression:

Home away from home. Tiny but cozy!

After we had settled we watched a football match and went to sleep. The next day we went to museum Mémorial de Verdun. I never take pictures in museums. It always takes a minute or ten to get in to the 'pace' of a museum, wherein you can give all the information a place. Or so you can process it. And with pictures you won't get the chance. The story or Verdun was layed out and explained perfectly there. And the artefacts interesting. But personal belongings like photographs of sweethearts and family, or letters, always get me. The horrors of Verdun (1000 deaths per day, for 300 days) were made most tangible on a multi-layered screen, mimicking trenches. Those boys and men throughout the seasons have seen every rendition of hell imaginable. What a tragedy.

At a mobile kitchen there was a story about what happened behind the frontline. They played an old French love song, I guess a harlot song(?), which got stuck in my head and will now haunt me forever. I'll never hear it again. It was so enchanting. The lyrics went something like "tu es le monde", but I can't find it. Alas, alas.

Anyway, then we were off to Fort Douaumont, which we learned, in the museum, played a key part in the battle of Verdun:

Here the war became more real. Where the museum had given us information about the battle; timelines, tactics, various important characters - the story of Fort Douaumont was more of the soldiers. For instance: in the museum I learned the Germans took this key position in 4 days. At the location I learned life was hell in there. The first floor got shelled and life was in its dark, narrow, wet, horrid abysses. It's strange to think the Fort got captured by just 24 men. And that a French engineer had the order to blow the whole thing up, but didn't. Those two actions butterfly effect'ed into 300 days of slaughter. Also shows that in war there are no heroic stories. Only tragic ones. An important reminder.

What was nice, as a counterweight to all its darkness, was that the place now is overtaken by swallows:

This was the first casemate we went in. You can see a couple of nests next to the windows. A swallow immediately flew overhead, adding to the surreal experience. We went there without knowing what to expect, and my dad's claustrophobic so we would've never gone if he knew it would be like this! But he could keep the phobia at bay. Which I find a really cool personal victory. The audio tour gave the right distraction. It was cold and wet in there. Stalagtites were shaping up. And all sorts of fungi and mucous like material stuck to the walls and ceilings. Truly an astonishing place to be.

After this we visited an ossuary and a graveyard. Places of true silence. I lit a candle in the ossuary there. There were lots of little moments of contemplation. Which is why I forgot to take photos.

On a happier note, after that we barbequed! Here's me dodging the hot juices (man, French produce is the best):

So tasty!

We went to a town called Romagne after that, to a museum called Romagne 14-18. A rather unique museum / private collection of a man who has collected over 300,000 artifacts over the course of 40 years. And all in an area of 5 square kilometers, and all without a metal detector. He told us the reason he stopped using a metal detector was because he used to find graves. Humans would lay there, with their photos, and letters, with their dogtags... but when he notified authorities they would just fill the hole again, as the humans laying there were Germans. The owner of the museum was a very cynical man when it comes to the war, and it was evident he had made it his mission to share the whole story, and not just the victor's version. His museum mainly consisted of personal belongings, and busted up material (not the shiny never-seen-action mint condition material you find in regular museums). To me, it is an incredibly important place. It makes people who think in terms of 'good and evil' uncomfortable, which I think is the best a museum can do.

Also interesting, when entering the town Romagne, you first go through an American memorial / cemetery. As I have a lot of American friends here (and also because I forgot at the ossuary), I took some pictures:

The water in the fountain was purple

After these trips, we just enjoyed the country. Verdun is absolutely stunning. Flowing hills (mountains to a Dutchman, but I suppose they are hills), covered with forest, spliced by the river Meuse. It's so green there! And I, as a nature boy, thoroughly enjoyed it all. It's bizarre to have seen this area consisting of nothing but mud and craters. Not a tree was left standing. And, to illustrate the situation, one hill got bombarded so heavily it lost 7 meters. Now there were trees again, and the whole area looked like a painting. It is one of the gentlest places I have been. As with the swallows at Fort Douaumont, life takes over.

Of course I forgot to take photos.

#life of mark