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asgardian--angels · 6 months

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Izzy Discourse Masterpost

Hey all, given the amount of awful splintering and wank happening in ofmd fandom rn regarding Izzy's death, including the flat-out immature and unacceptable harassment of David Jenkins and Co, I wanted to just make this one all-encompassing post to address the various grievances and complaints I've seen (almost entirely on Twitter). If I've missed anything, please feel free to add on. I'm putting most of this under a read-more for length.

Please be aware, I say all of this as an Izzy fan. I've loved his character since season 1, and while I was sad to see him go, I completely understand and support David & Co's reasons for concluding his arc, and I think it was done respectfully in a way fitting to his character. So let's break down some of the takes I've seen. I am not referencing specific posts or people here, I just want to address the general themes that I keep seeing about why some people are upset.

Izzy's death served no narrative purpose.

Look, this is one that I'm sure fans will debate for the rest of the hiatus. It's completely within your right to disagree with this writing choice, but Izzy's death did serve a narrative purpose in the story that David Jenkins is telling - and he has spoken to this end in several interviews already. I can only summarize here, and fans may find other perspectives in time as well. What we need to remember is that Our Flag Means Death is, at the end of the day, Ed and Stede's love story. That has been made abundantly, explicitly clear. The show has been fantastic at fleshing out the other supporting characters, but that's what they are - supporting characters. They often have their own subplots but ultimately the narrative seeks to move Ed and Stede's story forward and they are tools to spur Ed and Stede's growth or mirror their struggles. Izzy has been a wonderfully complex, multifaceted character but we must remember that all characters are vessels through which stories are told, lessons are imparted, and metaphors are established. He's not a real person who 'deserves' any particular fate. David said he's always intended for Izzy to die at the end of his arc.

Firstly, Izzy (now canonically, through his own dying words) represents part of Blackbeard. He enabled and encouraged Ed's darker side, they were mutually toxic forces to each other. Ed is attempting to cope with and move on from this phase of his life, and like Stede in season 1, set out a free man, unshackled by expectations and loose ends of those he's hurt and been hurt by (though we realize this is an ongoing process that takes time). This lovely gifset sums it up nicely, with Izzy being the Mary parallel, and making s2 mirror s1. Blackbeard is both Ed and Izzy; Ed cannot be free of Blackbeard while Izzy is in his life, and when Izzy is gone he will never truly be Blackbeard again. They are each other's rotting leg!! Yet, they love each other - and David has said that for Ed, this has developed into a mentor and father relationship, and where Ed has previously despised his father figures (his actual father, Hornigold) he does not want to lose Izzy. This time, Izzy brings out Ed, not Blackbeard - and that's where we get the callback to 'there he is', bringing their impact on each other full circle, freeing Ed, getting approval of sorts that he never had, to be soft, to be loved (and there are parallels to Zheng and Auntie here as well that others have made) from that force that drove him to stay in line all this time. David has said in multiple interviews now that he was going for the idea of the mentor/father figure dying and the hero living on and trying to do justice to them.

From Izzy's side, Izzy cannot be free while Edward remains either (Mary cannot find peace while Stede remains). The scar never truly healed, the leg will always be a reminder. At this point the argument becomes 'yes, but why did he have to die? Why not just sail off with the crew of the Revenge?' David has stated that he feels they've done everything they can with, and for, Izzy; he's come leagues from season 1, he's found community, he's found hope, he's found new parts of himself, and he's made good memories. He's found worth outside of what he can be to others. That's more than most pirates could hope for. Where would his character go from there, when the Golden Age of Piracy he belongs to has burned to the ground? Would he stay around and whittle on the Revenge? If he were a real person, yes, that would be lovely, and he'd deserve all the quiet peaceful happiness in the world. But as I explain several points below, he's not interested in being a captain. He's not up for the hard physical labor of regular crew, and he's extremely overqualified for that besides. He has served his narrative purpose, and symbolically, to enter a new age, everything must go. He's connected to the old age of piracy, to the Republic of Pirates, that is now demolished. To him, fighting for what he believes in, for the family he's found, bringing down an army of British twats in the process, is how he should go. It's a pirate's death, and as Izzy's said, he's a pirate - unlike Blackbeard who's succeeding in breaking away from piracy, Izzy never wanted to stop being a pirate, throughout his arc. To me, that's why Izzy remains trapped in the narrative, trapped in history, whereas Ed and Stede will escape history. They leave piracy, and canon, behind, while Izzy was content to remain a pirate and face a pirate's fate.

Burying him on land, right next to Ed and Stede's beach house, shows that his sacrifice was not in vain - they start this new life together, thanks to Izzy's mentorship, his role in their lives that sometimes for worse, sometimes for better, made their love what it was and made their breakaway possible. The new age is built on the foundations of the old age, and is stronger for it.

As we're well aware by now, David tweeted that there's no version of ofmd without Izzy. Whether that's literal or not, symbolically it's true. Izzy's arc of growth affected everyone on the Revenge. Jim fondly remembered fighting for a time when life meant something on that ship; the crew helped give Izzy new meaning in life, and he helped them in return. When he dies, they mourn and have a funeral; that wouldn't have happened under Blackbeard's watch in episode 2. His life meant something to them. He influenced Ed and Stede immensely, and they will take that with them. As David's said, they're all a family, and Izzy was a part of that family, and his loss unites them and brings them closer to continue to fight for that family they've built. It's a tragic, sudden death of someone they've all grown to care for, and that steels their reserve to keep the torch lit. They literally sail off into the sunset to hunt down Ricky to avenge Izzy; he will always be a part of this show. And, of course, with the brief appearance of seagull Buttons, the door is left open for anything.

If this was The Izzy Show, then sure, we'd be content to see him simply engaged in shenanigans every episode. But the plot, and therefore the characters, need to keep moving forward, and Izzy got his growth and development. He got what he needed for his character to have closure, and he served his symbolic narrative purpose in Ed's (and Stede's) story. You may have your own ideas and perspectives, and that's great - that's what fandom is for. But we cannot say his death was pointless when David Jenkins and the writers clearly had a well-defined motive for pushing the narrative in this direction. I actually think the narrative around Ed and Izzy is the most well-developed in the entire show. I for one am so happy we got such an interesting and complex character, and had the brilliant Con O'Neill to portray him.

Izzy's growth & healing arc was rendered pointless by his death.

As this post so eloquently puts it, it's pretty bleak to have the outlook that taking steps to heal and find meaning in life is worthless if it's later lost. Seeking happiness and self-actualization is worthwhile for its own sake; no one knows what's down the road, and we all die eventually. Find meaning in life now. Would you rather have had Izzy not miss with his bullet in ep2? He was given the chance to experience joy, freedom, and hope for the first time in potentially a long time, and when he died he did so with those happy memories. As mentioned, Izzy's death was decided long beforehand given the narrative, and the point of storytelling is to make you feel emotions. We were given impetus to connect and relate to Izzy's character through his process of healing, so when he did die, we felt it keenly. That's how stories work actually! We felt what Ed felt. It moved us. It's not a bad thing that Izzy's arc made him more likeable to fans before his death. It's not a bad thing to lose a beloved character - guess what, it happens constantly in stories - and it's not bad to grieve over it either, but to say that it made his journey pointless is just not true. People saying that Con must be upset that they snatched his character away from him after getting to develop him so much - again I say, would you rather him have died in ep 2 before he had the chance to grow? Or how about in s1, when the crew tried to mutiny? How'd you feel when Stede killed him in his dream, in the very first scene of the season? I think Con's probably glad for the opportunity to have explored this character so much in season 2. Ask him if he thinks it was pointless.

Killing off Izzy was bad for queer rep/burying your gays/"Izzy was the queer heart of the show"

I'm putting 'bury your gays' on the top shelf so people can't use it when it doesn't actually apply. Most of the main cast of characters in this show are queer, and it's a show about pirates with a good amount of violence. Ergo, chances are a queer character will die in the course of Things Happening In Stories. Izzy didn't die because he was queer, and he wasn't the token queer rep. Please turn your attention to the boatloads (literally) of queer characters that are happy and thriving (how about the LuPete wedding immediately afterwards??). As for Izzy being the "queer heart of the show," this is literally the Ed and Stede show. You know, the two queer leads whose queer love the show revolves around, per David Jenkins himself. I'm glad folks connected with and derived joy from Izzy's growth and especially his performance in Calypso's birthday, but he is not the main character of the show. The queer heart of the show is in fact, the entire show, all of their characters and the community & found family they create aboard the Revenge. Not to mention the fan community as well. Izzy was never carrying the show's representation on his back, and frankly that's an absurdly wild take to have (esp when he spent most of s1 actively working against the main queer relationships in the show, attempting to maintain the oppressive status quo of pirate society).

It was bad and irresponsible to have a suicidal character die

Are we forgetting the entire first half of the season where Ed, who was suicidal, kept trying to passively kill himself because he felt he was an unlovable monster, only to be shown that he is in fact loved unconditionally and it gives him the strength to fight for life and triumph against his own self-doubt? The show has spent quite a lot of effort telling viewers that despite feeling damaged or broken you are worthy of love and that you are loved even if it may be hard to see it when you're in a bad place. That you don't need to be fully healed to deserve love and care, and that love and support will help you along your journey. It's incredibly wild to disregard this major plot point and fundamental message of s2 to try and spin this the opposite way for Izzy's character.

Secondly, where are people getting 'Izzy is suicidal' from? Are we going back all the way to episode 2, when he's at his lowest point and fails at his suicide attempt, only to be figuratively reborn after removing the metaphorical rotten leg? By the time of the finale he's shown to be in a good place, thanks to the arc of healing and growth he's gotten, through the support of the Revenge crew and his 'breakup' with Blackbeard allowing him to find his own way in life, realizing he doesn't need a purpose to have value and enjoying his time on the Revenge and the bonds he's made with Stede and the crew. He is, in the words of Ivan, "the most open and available I've ever seen him" by the finale. To take episode 2 as evidence he's suicidal is to erase his whole season of growth, which is an ironic thing to do in the context of these arguments. There's no canon evidence Izzy Hands was suicidal post-'Fun and Games'.

As for 'irresponsible,' once again I say, David Jenkins is not your therapist, he's not 'Dad,' and has no responsibility to tell his story any other way than he intended to tell it. Please find media that gives you what you want or need, and if the death of a fictional character causes you this much distress please seek help. I mean this kindly but seriously.

Killing off Izzy was ableist/bad for disability rep.

I point once again to the rest of the characters, several of which are disabled in varied ways. There are literally multiple other amputee characters specifically. It's not good storytelling to wholly avoid killing off any character that is disabled/queer/poc/female or [insert marginalized group here], especially when a) it makes sense narratively, and b) there's plenty of representation of these groups in the media in question. The answer isn't making such characters invincible and immortal, it's increasing the number of these characters in shows so it's not devastating when some do die in the course of natural storytelling.

OFMD was my comfort show/safe space show, now it's ruined for me

I am not trying to be insensitive here when I say that's a problem that is yours and nobody else's. David Jenkins created this show with a three-season vision and a story in mind, and he is telling that story to the best of his ability the way he wants to. It's already been said that he and the crew did not anticipate the fandom becoming as large and passionate as it has. The plot of the show was never intended to be 'fan service,' and it's ironic that there were people complaining this season that there's been too many fanservice tropes, up until David and the rest of the writers room made a narrative decision they did not like, then the complaints changed to not coddling the fans enough.

We as viewers can derive joy from this show, it can be a comfort to us, it can be important to us. But it was not designed specifically for that purpose, therefore it cannot fail in that respect. We do not have the right to harass writers for not steering the ship in the direction we want - it's their work of art, and we can choose to either come along for the ride or not. It's rare to see creators actually given the chance to tell their story the way they intend (budget cuts aside), so let him do that. He should not cater to fans, or cave and change the story to appease us. Respect his right to create his art, and remember you have the right to create your own. That's what fanfiction is for - write fix-its to your heart's content, but keep these realms separate. David Jenkins and Co hold zero, and I mean zero, responsibility to you. He could not please everyone no matter what he did, it would be fruitless to try, and it would certainly compromise the quality of the story he set out to tell.

You are absolutely allowed to dislike choices made in any show. Curate your media experience. If this show no longer brings you joy, stop watching. But it was never David's purpose nor responsibility to juggle the mental health of millions of fans. Trying to put that on him will only make him less enthusiastic about interacting with fans or continuing to make this show. This isn't rocket science. You're responsible for yourself, not this guy you call 'Dad' that you've developed a parasocial-therapist relationship with.

Izzy should have become captain of the Revenge.

Really?? Firstly, we did actually get that already in s1. He was tyrannical and the crew mutinied. But even if you think 'well after his character arc he'd be better suited to it,' it goes against the point of this arc. He's found value in not having a distinct role or purpose on the ship, decoupling his worth from the job he's expected to perform. He's found his place amongst the crew, not commanding it. There's no narrative reason to put him in charge when he's expressed no further interest in slotting himself back into a role full of pressure and expectations.

Con O'Neill was only told halfway through filming, it's cruel to just kill off the character he loves so much.

Guys, he's an actor. More than that, an actor with a theater background. I think he's used to characters dying. You don't need to look out for him. Con and David spoke one on one about it at length so they were on the same page, and David even said that Con took it well. I'm sure Con had input, just as other members of the cast have influenced their characters' stories, costumes, backstories, etc. Do you really think David Jenkins hurt Con's feelings or something? The writers (remember, it's not just David, it's a whole team of hard-working people coming up with these ideas) gave Con such a chance to shine this season, really developing Izzy beyond what he was given in s1 and letting Con show off his full acting range. Why are you only focusing on the destination rather than the journey? Sure, Con's probably sad to see Izzy go, but please do not project your distress onto him or try and accuse David & Co of being 'cruel' to their cast. That's really ridiculous. It's constantly evident how close they all are.

More importantly, do you actually, seriously think that Con O'Neill would want fans to harass each other or the writers over his character? The man who preaches being kind above all? There is no better way to make an actor uncomfortable about a show and its fanbase than to start treating fictional characters like they're more important than real people. He would not want you to bully people over Izzy Hands, and it's mind-boggling that some of you have convinced yourself otherwise.

Lastly, I just want to talk about the fact that some people are holding OFMD to absurdly high expectations.

Our Flag Means Death has been a pioneer series for its diverse representation, earnest storytelling, and themes of hope, community, and love. It's fine to discuss aspects of the show with a critical eye, but so much of the discourse has truly felt like folks are trying to find fault in a show that is leagues ahead of the average tv series that we still enjoy. How many fan favorites are killed off all the time? How many plotlines are scrapped, or drawn out without closure, or contradicted the very next season? How many shows are indifferent or actively hostile towards their fanbase? How many have any queer characters, or actually do bury them? The bar's so low, and OFMD has risen above to give us so much. Some are holding the show to astronomical expectations, waiting for it to fall from the pedestal it's been placed on. If something you don't like happens in the show, it's not suddenly ruined or demoted to being ~just as bad as those other shows~. Give them some breathing room, have some perspective on how progressive the show is, and that perfection is impossible, especially meeting every single viewer's idea of it. This is basically a repeat of the recent Good Omens drama, with an absurd number of people harassing Neil Gaiman for breaking up Aziraphale and Crowley and leaving the second of three acts on a very predictable cliffhanger. Let stories be told, let them unfold as they may, and you are free to leave anytime. It's so wonderful that more queer love stories are becoming popular and even mainstream, but let's not shoot ourselves in the foot by tearing them down when they don't go exactly the way you want it, which often seems to mean no drama, no character deaths, and therefore no conflict or even plot!

Just, please be civil human beings, and while this seems to be a difficult thing for so many fandoms to do, just keep your fan opinions in the fan space. Never bring your grievances to the writers, never bully them and persecute them for telling a story that you opted into viewing. That's something that goes entirely against everything this show, and this cast and crew, have imparted onto us - the importance of kindness, support, community, and love. I'll say it again because it bears repeating: the fate of a fictional character is never more important than how you treat real people. Just be kind in real life, which includes the internet. Thanks.

Now please, let's work together to ensure we get a season 3. There's so much more story to be told, and if you want to see Izzy back, whether that's as flashbacks, as a ghost haunting the inn, or in the gravy basket, we'll need more episodes! #RenewAsACrew

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #and after this i will speak of it no more ok #now once we're all calmed down i am really looking forward to meta about izzy's role in the narrative #i truly think izzy's one of the most well written characters on not just this show but on tv lately in general #suicide mention tw #I tried to put a read more under the first bullet point but tumblr's formatting basically deleted it #by automatically overriding it with an Expand #so sorry about the length and such

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glazeliights · 1 year

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mutual (attempted and unintentional) killings

#tbh I just wanted to symbolism and also draw glowy shit #anyways. chapter 5 huh #danganronpa #dr #sdr2 #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #chiaki nanami #for anyonw who wants a breakdown: we got chiaki giving nagito the poison obvs #nagito holding the spear to hajime cause he was trying to kill all the RoD which includes hajime #and hajime holding a fingergun to chiaki cause uhh. truth bullets #also it was kiiinda inspired by 2.5?? ik world destroyer and hajime arent the same person but #ALSO forgot to mention the spear thing is inspired by the stage play

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novakiart · 11 months

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seven months after kyoto, tangerine gets a card in the mail

#bullet train #bullet train 2022 #tangerine #tangerine bullet train #tangybug #tanbug #??#idk there's a se7en mention in here #mine

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confessions-of-a-bookworm · 7 months

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Narnia Incorrect Quotes 933/?

Peter: Ed, did you kill this man?

Edmund: No, a bullet killed him. Bullets are made of lead, and lead is from the ground. The ground is a part of nature, therefore he died of natural causes. Case closed.

#confessions of a bookworm #narnia #chronicles of narnia #incorrect quotes #the pevensies #edmund pevensie #peter pevensie #death mention tw #bullet tw

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thejasontoddarchives · 10 months

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This is the core of Jason’s character.

Again they try to hammer in that Jason is brash, arrogant, and reckless; that he jumps before thinking. However you can’t really attribute reckless behavior to arrogance or carelessness when he only ever becomes instinctive during very specific instances. The few times he’s “stepped out of line” or just threw himself into an unknown/dangerous situation it was always to protect someone from predators and sickos. Otherwise, keep in mind the number of times he’s been praised for his intelligence and judgment; for being meticulous, calm, and cooperative.

Batman #424 (1988)

#besides. even when he ‘took things too far' it was never without thinking it through first and understanding why his actions were warranted #not to mention familiarity was a predominant theme in utrh #(aka how clever he was. his timing. improvisation skills.)#jason todd #robin jason #batman 424 #dc #comic panels #‘people only say Jason cares about women and children because of lost days’ somebody didn’t read the robin run I see #also how the fuck is that bodyguard not dead #you see that window to the right of him? that’s a solid brick wall on the other side. not dry wall #if Batman threw him so hard he shot head-first through the building like a bullet there’s no way he could have survived that come on now #no amount of plot armor or the author said he didn't die can make it make sense lol #contrary to popular belief batfleck didn’t actually come out of left field

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thebad-lydrawn-sanses · 3 months

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Horror, do you and the other's have food preferences? If so, i would like to supply you with your favourite foods and for the others as well...

Horror: i like sweet pastries (like cinnamon buns), Killer and Dust like ketchup, Cross likes tacos, and Nightmare likes sweet/sugary artificial flavors (think pink lemonade), but Killer and Cross would probably prefer chocolate at the moment and Nightmare is trying to gaslight everyone into thinking he doesn't want to eat (since he doesn't NEED need to but it'd be healthier for him if he did)

[IMAGE ID: An image of Horror, moderately injured and taking off his jacket. Horror has other people's blood on his fingertips. Horror has bloodstains on his glove and the mid-back inside of his jacket. Horror has a large bleeding axe wound on the right side of his face, a profusely bleeding bullet hole on his forehead between his eyes, and a small but very bloody cut below his left eye where someone attempted to stab his eye. Additionally, there's soot on the right side of his head from where someone tried to burn him. Above him reads his dialogue, "i like sweet pastries (like cinnamon buns), Killer and Dust like ketchup, Cross likes tacos, and Nightmare likes sweet/sugary artificial flavors (think pink lemonade), but Killer and Cross would probably prefer chocolate at the moment and Nightmare is trying to gaslight everyone into thinking he doesn't want to eat (since he doesn't NEED need to but it'd be healthier for him if he did)". END ID]

#horror sans #injury #wounds #blood #blood stains #food mention #bleeding #gore #bullet wounds #wounds plural :)#ed mention #<- just in case #Horror got back from the mission yippee #Horror is taking off his jacket cuz he's home i don't know if i drew that well enough #queue

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hrmmmmghhu · 3 months

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In a pre-Jack-o-pose society. Has this been done yet? I kinda hate this thing the longer I look at it so instead of improving in any way, shape, or form I will just post it.

Sniper then buys the AWP because he couldn’t focus. He then proceeds to not use the bipod that came with it…:

oh well…

^the original ^

#tf2 #speeding bullet #sniperscout #sniper tf2 #tf2 scout #scoutsniper #team fortress 2 #AWPMENTIONED!!#comic #my art #siiiiiiiiiigh #in an irratated manner #sniper was too bricked up to shoot off of big slappy #ISOPOD MENTION!!!!

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wexhappyxfew · 22 days

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you, me, and the stars

(a/n): judy x rosie girlies, this is for you!! this is for all the ones who have never been in love, who are trying to protect the last parts of themselves in the face of others, and for the ones deserving of love!! these two represent all those awkward, newly-found emotions and feelings, that surprise even themselves, so please enjoy! :)

Judy had dwindled into down to just this; home was more of a feeling, not entirely a place.

The flak house was beautiful, an escape, somewhere to get one's mind off of the mental torment that was the God-forsaken war they all seemed stuck in.

But, it wasn't Thorpe Abbotts; with its metallic scent of air, voices and grinding machine parts echoing at all hours of the day, the marching, the footsteps, the way the air danced through the tree leaves. The flak house was quiet, save for the occasional flight path overtop. Thorpe Abbotts was loud and enough to make you feel like your brain was being knocked about inside, but it was home in a way the flak house wasn't.

The thing that made Thorpe Abbotts feel like home was especially the people. All the men in the 100th, their leaders both lost and MIA, and the women of Silver Bullets.

It was just like her home, in North Carolina. With Ma and Pa, that large house on the river, big meals to feed all six kids, making sure the lambs, chickens and cows were kept up with, that laundry was hung, crops harvested, plates and bowls washed in the river.

They didn't have much, but they had each other.

And even across the ocean they still did - in more ways than one.

Now, Judy felt them even in the women beside her. Strong and courageous, putting on their brave faces against the waging war of the world. Something her family had done ever since they'd come to America.

"The stars are so bright out here," Bessie said from Judy, their arms interlinked, sat side by side on the steps in front of the flak house, the light dripping out from the main door where cool, night air rushed in,

"I almost wish Tommy could see it." Judy looked towards her with a small smile.

"He does," Judy whispered quietly, reaching a hand forward to gently brush her hand over Bessie's calloused palm, "where ever he is right now. He sees it. Maybe not this instance, but he does." She watched Bessie smile, the corners of her lips turning upward, before she glanced over at Judy, a big grin on her face, her eyes glowing, the softest they'd been in days, the least stressed Judy had seen the navigator.

"You know, when we were kids," Bessie started, "we sat in his parents' apartment, right by one of the windows and watched the stars one night, all night practically, side by side. Not only was it my first kiss, but…he also told me he'd name a star after me. I think he named it 'Bee'….something or other." Judy giggled into Bessie's side and clasped a hand over her mouth with a gleeful smile.

"You two were meant to be," Judy whispered quietly, "everything you say, about him, about you, about the two of you together. God, you'll make the cutest babies, Bessie, I'll tell ya." Now, it was Bessie's turn to laugh and shook her head.

"You know he told me one time that if he had a daughter, he'd name her Charlotte," Bessie said, "he thought the nickname, Charlie, would be cute."

"Taste." Judy said with a laugh, nudging Bessie's side, "Charlotte McKenzie has a ring to it."

"And so does Bessie McKenzie." Bessie said back, sending the two of them into a fit of chuckles under the moving dusk. They fell quiet for a beat and then Bessie sighed and wrapped an arm around Judy's side, giving her a tight squeeze and rubbing her shoulder.

"Well, I'm heading up, going to get some rest and enjoy waking up and drinking coffee without having to hear a bunch of bullshit from Blakely," Bessie said with a chuckle, "you good out here? Staying up a bit?" Judy smiled and wrapped her arms around her sides and nodded.

"Yeah, just a bit more," Judy said, "you go though, I'll be up in a bit. And…Bessie?" Bessie watched her as she stood and sent her a smile.

"Just...give Lieutenant Bradshaw an extra hug for me," Judy said sadly, "her eyes looked like she'd been crying all night. About Captain Brady, so….incase I get in late, just do that for me, please?" Bessie smiled at her and nodded.

"You think she loves him?" Bessie asked Judy. Judy stilled.

"I don't know a whole lot about love, but I know he looks at her like she's the only woman in the room," Judy said softly, "and she gets all blushy around him, all soft and sweet. I like to think the universe doesn't just do things for the hell of it." Ripping them from each other, Judy thought to herself. Bessie grinned and then looked at her sadly.

"Try and get some rest," Bessie said, "don't stay up too late, okay? You need to keep yourself well-rested. Goodnight, honey."

"Night, Bes." Judy called after her, watching Bessie offer her a smile and then disappear inside. Judy smiled softly, looking forward again towards the oncoming darkness and comfort of nightfall, the singing birds and bugs all around and sighed.

Lieutenant Bradshaw's eyes looked sadder more often than not, but she was trying and that's all the credit a person like Annie Bradshaw needed - that she was being seen.

To be seen, was to be loved.

"Hey," Judy looked over her shoulder and was almost surprised to see Rosie Rosenthal there, coming towards her from the doorway, hands in his pant pockets, his A-2 jacket over his shoulders and a soft smile on his face, "mind if I join you?" Judy watched him for a moment - he looked so….different, a nice different. A different that made her think they weren't in war for a second.

"Of course, sir," Judy said, watching as he came forward and settled down on the step beside her where Bessie had been, "come to watch the stars?" Rosie let out a chuckle and then glanced towards her, his face bathed in blues and purples from the night, his eyes like a doe's as he watched her.

"You could say that." he said, then he grinned, nodding at her,

"How've you been?" Judy watched him, unable to contain the grin wanting to grow on her face and then chuckled lightly.

"Good," she said, and then smiled nervously, "sir, uh, good, being away from base, it's been….a breath of fresh air, I'll admit. Just, not having to get those planes going in the morning, get in the ball turret and shoot, over and over. It's nice to just….." she watched as he watched her, "be."

"Good," Rosie said, his voice light, "good, good, I'm glad. Really. You've all been putting out the last few months. I know that - Pappy's been talking Kennedy's ear off and well…."

"Collateral damage." Judy supplied and Rosie nodded with a small chuckle, looking down at his hands in his lap.

"Exactly, exactly," Rosie said and then glanced up at her, "I'm just glad the Silver Bullets crew is getting some deserved rest. All of you."

"Thank you, sir." Judy said, her voice tender, watching him in a moment of seriousness that was different than a few seconds previous.

He watched her for a moment, just taking in the feeling it seemed, the same she was allowing herself to feel in her heart. They both seemed to come to at the same time and smiled, laughs leaving both their lips as Judy shyly looked away and crossed her arms.

"I'm sorry, Judy, are you, uh, cold?" Rosie asked leaning forward a bit, and placing a hand on her shoulder, "October's never been a great month for short sleeves." Judy watched him, looking between his face, his hand and him. Short sleeves, right, she was in that right now. And freezing; he was right. How'd he know? She glanced down at her short sleeves, her right side hidden beneath his hand and then looked to him, his face full of worry and seriousness. And then she let out a shy laugh and blushed quickly and then nodded.

"A bit, but," she shook her head, "I was planning to go upstairs in a bit anyway, so, it's okay."

"Here," Rosie said quickly, shrugging himself out of his A-2 and then leaning to his side to lay it over her shoulders, "just to warm up." And warm up she did in fact do; to the point, she was blushing all over and inhaling the scent from his jacket and him beside her and suddenly very overwhelmed with his presence. Alright, so it was a stupid feeling she had been trying to hide, but it was a feeling she had never felt all too well. And in a war, she wasn't sure what to even feel. But right now, with this jacket and him beside her, she wasn't as eager to head up to bed anymore.

"Thank you," she said softly, grasping the edges and then looking at him, "I appreciate it really." Rosie watched her with that tender gaze of his again before leaning back a bit and looking up.

"You can really see the stars from here," he said, his voice a small bit of astonishment and adornment for the world above them, glowing with the life of the night, shining little orbs so far away they'd never be able to actually grasp them, "they're beautiful."

"Yeah," Judy said, her eyes traveling back up to the night sky above them, "sitting in the darkness, on the ground, staring at the stars? It's almost like home." She could feel Rosie staring now, and glanced his way. Something so harrowing, yet nostalgic in a way. A mixture of feelings lingering between them at her simple statement - thoughts of home, seemingly so far away now, a place that'd be changed in a thousand different ways by the time they did actually got home - if they got home.

"Where is home?" he asked quietly, leaning to his side to bump her shoulder. She laughed quietly.

"North Carolina." she said, glancing at him in the quiet - she could practically hear him breathing. It was so … comforting.

"A tiny town," she admitted, "nothing big, a river, a general market, a wood mill, friends here and there down the road. But it was home." Judy looked over slowly towards Rosie beside her and quirked out a smile as she saw him sitting there, grinning.

"What?" she said grinning, "Where you from?"

"Brooklyn." he said, looking at her. Judy's face hurt from smiling, but it was okay because it was Rosie.

"Brooklyn," Judy said with a soft smile, "never really been in one of those big cities."

"You'd like it," Rosie said, looking out towards the darkness, "you'd fit right in. Bright lights, the people, the music. All of it." He looked at her. Judy smiled and pulled her knees to her chest, and glanced towards him again.

"Music, huh?" she asked him and he looked at her with a smile.

"Yeah, can't sing real well, but my mom, my sisters, they're pretty good. Far better than me," he said with a nod, and then grinned, "still love music though. You can never go wrong with Artie Shaw." Judy smiled, her thoughts consumed with the idea of what a younger version of this Rosie could've been, home with his family, dancing and attempting to sing. Far away from war and fear and grief. She liked the thought of that at some point, they were all like that. Young, youthful and free.

"Did you do a lot of music and dancing before the war then?" Judy asked him quietly, with a hopeful smile, watching as he comprehended her sentence and then let out a small smile. He shook his head and then leaned forward on his bent knees.

"I was a lawyer before the war actually," Rosie said and Judy's eye widened in near amazement, "yeah, was doing that and then the war broke out. Couldn't just sit back and do nothing." His face grew serious at that last statement and then melted as he looked at her.

"What about you? What was the thing Judy Rybinski was doing before this whole thing started?" he asked, leaning forward, with genuine curiosity and she watched him before letting out a laugh and shaking her head.

"I'm afraid nothing as cool as being a lawyer," she admitted and she watched Rosie's face soften as he tilted his head towards her, "but I was 3 years removed from high school, didn't have money for college so….I worked in the local mechanics, fixing cars, boats, anything and everything. Learning what I could. Made some good money, too." Judy watched him and sighed.

"But….I always dreamed of getting to go to college, continue to learn, allow myself to grow," she said, her thoughts swimming back to that time her parents told her they didn't have enough to help get her through schooling and Judy had cried herself to sleep and then gathered herself together and gone to the mechanic to start learning some trade, "maybe get a job teaching. Maybe geography or something of that sort….I don't know. One day, that's the goal." Rosie stayed watching her, his eyes holding her gaze as she looked at him.

"You should go for it," Rosie told her, "when the war is over, I mean. You'd be a great teacher, great with kids, getting to teach, you just…." Rosie cut himself off for a moment and then smiled at her, suddenly looking more shy and unsure of himself than in recent minutes. Judy watched him, her cheeks warming slightly at his encouragement and genuine thought. It made her stomach twist pleasingly. Rosie let out a nervous laugh and then looked at her, crossing his arms and leaning against his upbent knees.

"You're just someone I like being around," Rosie admitted quickly, running a hand behind his neck and then glancing at her, "and I think you'd be someone good at teaching kids. And being a teacher so….I think you should go for it." Judy was watching him, her cheeks all crimson and her heart racing and for a moment, she caught his gaze and she saw things that made her heart race faster.

Rosie Rosenthal was equally someone she liked being around, but the thought of telling him that made her sweaty and panicky and she figured she'd embarrass herself, so instead, she blushed further and smiled.

"Thank you, sir," she said quietly, and then let out a small laugh, "sorry, it's just….I haven't really told many people that, so…it just means a lot - the support I mean." Rosie smiled at her and nodded.

"You deserve good things after this war, Judy," Rosie said and then swallowed, "all of us do." Judy watched him, this urge to reach out and brush her palm against his cheek inviting her closer, a wish to curl up beside him and let the stars stare down at them, the need for human touch, to be looked at and loved.

By Rosie.

"You too, sir," she said quietly, her smile soft, "only the best." This staring, these lingering glances, they seemed to be whatever they couldn't say and just that look in his eyes made her blush further. Judy tried to control her racing heart, and her breath, and then cleared her throat.

"I think I'll be heading up now," Judy said, and pressed her palms against her cheeks and then sighed and looked to him, "Bessie said she'd braid my hair and I don't want to keep her up."

"Of course," Rosie said, standing to his feet and then offering his own hand towards her, which she took rather quickly, and then stood there, staring up at him like a goof, "try and get some rest tonight, alright?"

"You too," she said, and then chuckled, "sorry, Lieutenant Bradshaw said she couldn't sleep last night and it ended up being the two of you down here, with Doc, unable to fall asleep, just talking and stuff. So….yeah, just, you too, sir." Rosie laughed at her words and then schooled his facial expressions again.

"Thanks, Judy."

Staring at him, she couldn't constrain what she felt and stood on her tiptoes, before placing a small kiss to his cheek, and then turned and walked away, as fast as her feet could carry her and up the stairs, towards the room she was sharing with Bessie. Her mind raced, her thoughts knocking at the edges of her brain as she hurried in, shut the door, and let out a sigh, before turning to the two beds, where Bessie was sat up in one, reading a book and staring at her, confused.

"Since when did you get a jacket….like that?" Bessie said, raising a brow, "And that, large?" Judy blushed and then tried to speak and choked on her air a bit before clearing herself up.

"It's just Lieutenant Rosenthal's," she said, stepping forward and settling on the side of her bed to take her shoes off, "he saw me outside, gave it to me because he said I looked cold."

"Judith Rybinski," Bessie, sitting up and then practically launching out of the bed to sit beside her, "you're blushing like a loon! What happened?" Judy looked at Bessie, her heart pounding, her thoughts racing, emotions running high in far too many wacky ways. Bessie watched her excitedly, but then slowly let her face fall and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"I think he's just being nice," Judy whispered quietly and then shook her head, "and then I gave him a kiss on the cheek because I wasn't thinking-"

"-a kiss? On the cheek?"

"Yes, yes, a kiss on the cheek, it was stupid, he was just trying to be nice-"

"Giving you his jacket in this cold is never just him being nice, Judy-"

"It's a part of it-"

"But not all of it!" Bessie said and looked at her, and smirked, "He probably wants to you know….get to know you more." Judy stared at her and then let her shoulders fall and shook her head.

"No….I don't think so," Judy said and then crossed her arms and bit back her lip, "and plus, did you know he was a lawyer before the war? Bes, he's probably, I don't know, someone from some sort of money to do that sort of thing, ya know? My family comes from people who've lived on the streets, we showered once a week as kids. What am I thinking?" Judy ran her hands over her face and sighed, before squeezing her eyes shut.

"It's stupid," Judy said quietly, "it's just a stupid crush, it'll go away. He's just being nice, and I latched onto that because a nice guy, is a nice guy. But that's it. And….it's fine. I'll be fine." She grew quiet and watched as Bessie stared at her, eyes full of that lingering worry.

"It's not a stupid crush, alright?" Bessie told her, "You're allowed to feel that and if someone's ever told you otherwise, they're the stupid ones. He clearly is someone who is interested, too, Judy. Don't discredit that about yourself. You're one of the sweetest peaches I've ever met. And someone like that? You deserve that." Judy looked over at Bessie and then offered a small smile.

"Thank you, Bessie," Judy said, leaning to her side to pull Bessie into a hug, "you're too nice to me." Bessie chuckled into the hug and patted her back.

"You deserve it, Judy." Bessie said, "A whole lot of things, but sweetness is one of the many."

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princesssamoyed · 6 months

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It's been a while since I played a dedicated bullet hell

For those curious I'm on Perfect Cherry Blossom wheeee

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evadingreallife · 19 days

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DISCLAIMER: i have my own opinions but mainly i just enjoy stirring up chaos. Tell me in the tags what you all think!!✨

Reblog for sample size etc etc you know it

ps. Yeah thats not a walrus emoji but its the closest i had cmooon cut me some slack guys

pps. bts as in BEHIND THE SCENES dont come @ me talking about BTS the group yall (<-actual mistake i have done. multiple times. yay.)

#polls #ao3 #fanfiction #fic #word count #how do i tag thissssss i dont want to tag specific fandoms ahhhhhhhhh #uhmmmmm maybe ill do it anyways ho ho here i go #hp #naruto #mdzs #tgcf #bnha #atla #orv #tbf im tagging orv just cause i think itd be funny to get into a fandom war with kdj over ways of survival lol #hmmmm now that ive thought that i gotta tag alsp #svsss #for the same reason tbh #pidw fanboy shen yuan ftw #oooooooh you know what #lotr #asoiaf #yeah that tracks #i think thats it #cant think of other fandoms with that many super duper long fics that im also into lol #btw i may have not mentioned it until now but i just know that stwwx is with us in spirit. if not in tags. akhsksjsls #if you have no idea what stwwx is well. good for you. you dodged a bullet there lol.#cql #for real tho has anyone ever counted cql as separate from mdzs in the history of ever lol #the art of making polls to poll

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pr4ktical · 9 months

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Red Notice.

Notes - You are on a mission, trying to seduce one of your company's targets for a special file. Little did you know, you would run into someone that you know fairly well. Callsign is Cross. Inspired by my Red Notice fantasy.

Reader is wearing:

“Cross, What’s your status?”

You smooth out your sparkly, yet revealing dress out. “Just fine, I’m entering the party right now.” You smile warmly at your taxi driver before throwing him 10 bucks and leaving. You could feel eyes land on you as soon as you left the vehicle and started to walk up the staircase. Was this too much? You shake off your thoughts and place a captivating smile at the other guests. Your partner, Hangman, would be waiting for you in the house. He would be helping you out, following you around..ish..he was dressed as a waiter serving champagne.

This party was one of “Sotto Voce”. He was famous for having/stealing the most beautiful artworks and souvenirs. You and Hangman were there for one called “El halcón.” It was a gorgeous piece from a famous Hispanic artist in the late 1800’s. Unfortunately, you and your company knew that your rivals would be there. Their names were Tangerine and Lemon, British assassins who were after the same as you tonight.

You walk through the grand doors as your face contorted. It was huge. There were long hallways galore with art scattered around. There was music blaring, you looked to the right and saw a live band. You eventually spotted Hangman in a clean white suit with a black bowtie. He also had a white facemask. You quickly went up to him, heels clicking against the cold, shiny floor with every step. You smiled warmly, nodding your head as you grabbed a bottle of champagne off of his trey. You started to walk a few inches away from him, “Check, check. What’s your 20, Cross?” You rolled your eyes as you heard Hangman’s stupid voice come from your earpiece. You tapped it 2 times, cringing as you still stood in front of him, back turned to him. “You don’t have to do that. I’m standing literally right next to you.” You took a swig of the champagne. He scoffed, “Let’s just do this. I’ll get the thumbprint, you get Sotto Voce’s phone.” He started walking away from you.

You could hear the soft sound of a harp’s scales echoing through the ballroom. Eventually, a woman in all black started singing in Spanish. You went in the room next to it, walking around and admiring the art as you looked out for Sotto Voce. You kept walking before turning to your right and seeing him. Tangerine was here as well. Of course he was. You kept walking, seemingly unbothered by his presence. You slowly brought your hand to your ear. “We’ve got a party crasher.”

“Yeah, it’s no biggie. No biggie. We knew he’d be here. We are here for el halcón, not him.” His voice rang in your ear, he’d informed you that he was right next to Sotto Voce at this time.

“I think he’s coming up to me.”

“Well shit. That’s not part of the plan.”

“Plans change.”

You stood in front of a beautiful art piece in front of a window. It kind of looked like a mummy, but was full of beauty and artistry. You could hear the clicking of his dress shoes as he came up to you. “Beautiful.” You whipped your head to the British man next to you. You flicked your eyes up and down, he was wearing a navy blue lined suit with a dark tie on. He had his casual curls slicked back, and a nicely trimmed mustache. He also had silver earrings with a navy blue mask on. “The sculpture, I mean.” He smiled wickedly, flashing his sparkly white teeth, forcing a chuckle out of you. You turned your whole body to him now, your feathers on your dress and mask moving with you. “I’m sorry, do we know each other?” You smiled warmly at him, taking off your mask for him. Your dark, sparkly makeup shimmering in the dimmed light. “It’s just impossible for me to tell who you are with that mask on.” He slowly takes off the mask and shows his face to you. “How ‘bout now?” You gasp dramatically before turning back to him. “So it was you all along?” You smiled, stepping closer towards him. You shake your head with a cocky smirk. “Such a clever disguise.” Running a digit down his sharp jawline. You turn back to the sculpture before looking around once again. “Well, I suppose you and Lemon, wherever he is, are here to try to beat me to el halcón. Even the playing field?” You could hear a very quiet voice in his ear, probably Lemon telling him to deny your statement. “I’m not ‘ere for that, love. I’m ‘ere to clear my name which means all I need is you.” You could feel yourself start to blush. There was a big bounty on your head, and obviously Tangerine wanted it.

“We both know that this ‘hole thing is gonna end with you in handcuffs.”

“Promises, promises.” You circle around him before walking away confidently. You, in handcuffs? By a paid assassin! What is he trying to get at? You hear him have a good length away from you. You eventually speed up, making your way into the ballroom until you feel a strong hand grab your forearm. You let him take you close to his chest, putting you together in a waltz. “Careful now. We don’t wanna cause a scene.” He pushes you closer to himself, tightening his grip in your hands. “I’on’t care, love. I ain’t lettin’ you out of my sight.” He walks forward, making you walk backwards. He takes you in the middle of the room before spinning you out of one of his hands, looking around cautiously. “Oh, good, you’re dancing with him.” Hangman’s voice rang through your ear once again. He pulls you back in, making you smirk. “Not bad for a convict.” You walk forward, making him walk backwards this time. “Speaking of which,” He spins you once again before pulling you close again. “How’s it going with your partner in crime? Has he told you where Las Meninas is yet?”

Las Meninas was another famous, expensive painting that you were after. Lemon knew where it was, but never told Tangerines company.

“Well, if ‘e did, why would I tell you?” He stretches his arms and you follow through, he pulls you in before spinning you for a 3rd time. This time you land your arm on his shoulder, flicking your eyes to his then to his lips. “That’s a no. He must not trust you.” You smile before stretching your arm once again and spinning your body into his. He catches you and puts one hand behind your head and one on your waist. Your hands land on his shoulder and half buttoned down dress shirt. “Known him for this long and he still hasn’t told you?” You smirk, shaking your head.

“You trust your partner?”

“What makes you think I have one?”

“Well, no one would be able to pull off the scores you have alone. T’s impossible.” You were now facing with your back against him, hand in his as you stretched it in front of you, the other one on your waist as he held it down.

You kept dancing, many more spins, hip grabbing, and bodies pressing up against each other. “What are you gonna do? Turn me in, in front of all these criminals?” You circle around him before planting your arm around his neck and lifting your leg to his waist. “Is that your plan, Tangerine? Even when you're a paid assassin you’ll try to save the day?” You could feel his breath start to pick up as he looked down onto your lips.

As you had your leg propped up onto him, you could feel the tent in his pants start to grow. You smiled with amusement, Tangerine noticing this. You left his grasp once again, just to go back to slam your ass onto his crotch, making him gasp out. “Someone’s enjoying this.” You purred out, Tangerine busting out a growl as you rolled your hips onto him. He eventually grips onto your waist to stop you from moving around anymore. A hand snuck it’s way to feel up your body.

“Why don’t we both..pause our missions for a little.. break.”

“What about Lemon?”

“He’ll be fine, let's go.”

He led you to a room upstairs. He opened the door before you as he let you walk before him. He closed the door behind him as you made your way into the fancy room. Satin sheets, red, as the other stuff being white and gold. You heard a click, turning to Tangerine as he locked the door. He walked up to you briskly, “Ya know what, love? Ya keep your mouth shut when you're with me. I mean that.” He gripped your face and smiled wickedly. “Now listen ‘ere, doll. You’re gonna make real nice with whatever I ask or you’ll regret ever openin’ your slutty mouth in the first place.” You whimper slightly under his touch, he eventually let go of the tight grip on your jaw.

“Now.”

He steps even closer.

“You be a good girl and you’ll get what you want. Now behave, yeah?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” He caresses your cheek. “Now strip for me.” He smiled with ravenous eyes. He went to sit down on the bed, waiting for you. You couldn’t move, this was really happening. You were gonna sleep with your rival. You could get fired if anyone finds out. “Ya gonna do it? Or are ya gonna make me ‘ave to force you? I would hate to ruin that pretty lit’l dress.” He growled out and leaned forward, elbows on his spread out knees. “N-no sir. M’ sorry.” With shaky hands you unzipped your sparkly dress. You got it undone and started to slide it down your body.

“Stop.” He held his pointer finger out. “Take out your earpiece as well. We wouldn’t want anyone interrupting us, right?” You slipped off the dress, then took off the disgusted earpiece. You then took off your skimpy panties and bra, throwing them to the side after. You heard a guttural groan from him as he licked his lips at the newfound sight. He gestured you to come closer towards him. You walk towards him, kicking off your heels as you walk. You get to him and drop to your knees, making his hands land onto your jaw. “Such an obedient lit’l slut, aren’t ya?” You shake your head and bite your lip. He leans down to you, pressing your lips against his in a hungry lust. He drew your lower lip between his teeth. His tongue explores your mouth and lips. Your hands went up to his hair, already messing it up and you tugged at it. He drew his lips back in a snarl. “Mmm c’mere.” He grabbed you by the hair, pulling you closer to his hard on. You could see it much more clearly now, painfully straining against the tight dress pants. “Look at what you do to me.” He angled your face to look back up at him, making your lip start to tremble. With his free hand, he started to unbuckle and unzip his pants, keeping heavy eye contact with you. The pants made their way to the floor, as well as his boxers. During this, he took off his vest and dress shirt as well. Your legs trembled under you, your cunt throbbing for some kind of touch. You could feel the slick start to coat the inside of your thighs. His cock was huge, long in size, not as big in width. But still, you couldn’t help but think if that would fit inside you.

Tangerine held onto the back of your head as you sucked the head of his cock. He tightly held onto the smooth, soft satin sheets making his knuckles turn white. He shivered deliciously as your warm mouth engulfed his entire length, again, and again, deep throating. He tries his best from thrusting his hips up, though he does get a kick out of hearing you choke on his dick and seeing the string of pre-cum and saliva connect his soaked cock to your glistening, swollen lips. “Fuck.. your really good at this..” He groans, biting his bottom lip as you release his cock from your hot mouth with a loud pop. You smile cockily, looking up to him from beneath your eyelashes. “I know.”

Tangerines fingers dig into the sheets when you give him a few drawn out, yet firm pumps before latching your lips back onto his cock. His breath hitches, your pride swells up even more when he starts to whine. Was this the same man that was bossing you around 2 minutes ago??

He grabs your head forcefully, smiling cockily. You look up to him with pleading eyes. He smirks once again, and begins to thrust himself into your hot, wet throat. He started jerking himself off faster with your mouth, leaving bruises in the back of your throat. You whine, sending vibrations onto his cock as tears start to fall from your eyes. “F-fuck!!” Before you knew it, you felt hot ropes start to pour down your destroyed throat. He pulled out, and hastily hiked you up onto the bed.

You ended up with you on your back, Tangerines strong hands forcing your legs to be spread above your shoulders. He looked at you, making you furrow your brows with a lustful face. He spat on your throbbing core, making your hips buck. He breathed out shakily, sticking his tongue out and making minimal contact with your clit. You whimpered out when he pulled away, that alone would have made you come. “This pussy’s so pretty..” He growled, making minimal contact once again. “T’s gonna be even more when I’m done with it.”

Tangerine trailed light kisses up along your slit until he reached your aching clit once again. Your head falling back onto the bed as he sucked and nibbled onto you. “Mmm, yeah…right there…” You whined, pushing yourself further into his face and guiding him to where you needed him most. Your brows contort in pleasure as he laps up your pussy like a dog. He eventually adds his finger into the mix, quickly dipping it into you. He works on you like a madman, muffling into your folds about how good you taste, how good he’s gonna fuck you, and how your perfect for him. He worships your pussy as he kneads your ass, squeezing the soft flesh like he’s trying to distract himself from his painful hard on.

He eventually pulls away from in between your legs, leaving you so incredibly close to the edge. Your legs glistened when he pulled away, a mixture of his spit and your arousal was all over your legs.

He quickly grabbed your hips, flipped you around, then hoisted them up for your ass to be up in the air. You gripped onto the sheets in preparation. Tangerines strong hands coming up to your thighs again to force them apart from each other. You were practically dripping, and this drove Tangerine wild. He gripped onto the base of his cock, teasing you as he rubbed himself in between your drenched folds. Without any warning, he thrust himself into you making you gasp at the sudden burning sensation of him stretching you. Oh, did he stretch you out deliciously. “S-so fucking…tight..” He mumbled out as if your pussy was choking him. He kept still for a minute or so, then backing out just to thrust in even harder. He picked up the pace, ramming into you from behind. The room was full with grunts, moans, and the loud sound of wet skin on skin.

“Ugh, you're taking me so well, babe.” His hands tightly digging into the soft flesh of your hips. You whimpered, gripping onto the sheets until your knuckles went white, mouth agape. You tightly clenched around him, earning a groan from him.

“I-I’m..so close..”

“Mmm, yeah.. I know love, cmon.. Come for me..cum all over this cock..”

All that took was him praising you. You came all over his cock, and hard. Your legs spasming out as your pussy milked him for all that he was worth. He wasn’t far away from his release either, within a few thrusts he came. Shooting hot ropes of his cum into you, painting your walls white. You both sat there for a minute, him still inside you as you came down from your high. He pulled out within a few minutes, and he quickly put his hand onto your glistening cunt. You felt him shift behind you, his mouth was now right next to your ear. “You're gonna keep all of my cum inside of you, yeah?” You nod your head vigorously in agreement, earning you a small ‘good girl’, before he gives you a kiss to the temple. He grabbed all of his clothes, putting them back on and smoothing out his hair. He turned to you once again, “Hopefully we run into each other again.” He shot you a quick wink before leaving the room.

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