#to the point I DID reach out to a third party at the company and was like ‘I’m sorry but why the fuck are they treating me like this’

[melrosing]

anyway in an absolutely wild turn of events I think I’m free of my hideous job and like. substantially richer for it??? lmao 2023 you really owed me

#ok so this a lot of personal shit but I’m just gonna incredulously vent into the tags #like I don’t even know how to describe what 2023 in this job has been like lol #since April they’ve been insulting and scrutinising and scapegoating me over absolutely everything #they were really angling for just firing me outright for never measuring up to their constantly shifting and increasingly bizarre goalposts #and it got so personal man they kept insisting that it wasn’t but my god #then my dad gets sick and it suddenly becomes awkward for them to keep insulting and overworking me #so they switch to just ignoring me entirely so they don’t have to reckon w what me and my family are going through #like they never ask how he is or how things are going just every Friday they say hey do you reckon you can take more work on again? #and THEN I get a gut infection and suddenly im being guilt tripped for taking sick leave and pestered for evidence #it was giving like ‘we had to give you time off for your dad but now you’re taking the piss’ #to the point I DID reach out to a third party at the company and was like ‘I’m sorry but why the fuck are they treating me like this’ #and she was like ‘confidentially this is disgusting and I advise you to report it’ #WHEN SUDDENLY I get back from sick leave and it’s like ‘the business is falling short so we have to make some redundancies….’ #and now they’ve had to pay me a SUBSTANTIAL sum to fuck off!!! I think I win??? #like I was so close to quitting but thank god I didn’t because now I’m getting a sweet deal to fuck off with no notice lmao #i leave end of the month #at first I was shocked like y’all really doing this now??? but suddenly I’m like. this is the best possible thing that could’ve happened #I spoke to that third party again and she was like ‘I am so happy for you’ like omfg it was a curveball but we’ll take it!!! #I’m fucking outta here and in due course I WILL be writing on glassdoor how fucked they are

[bettymylove]

yours

when you can't deny the tension between you and your rival what happens?

pairing: theo nott x reader

content: 18+ mdni, spanking, choking, graphic kissing, p in v, unprotected sex, oral(female receiving).

"Correct, Mr. Nott, five points to Slytherin" your professor had said for the third time in a row and you were practically seething, it was idiotic. You were sure he had devised a trick to give the right answers to tick you off.

The whole class stayed quiet, everyone knew about the fiery hatred you both possessed for each other and the rivalry that came with it.

"State one side effect of pepperup potion?" Snape had stated in a voice that made it clear he wanted nothing to do with what he was currently engaged in.

You knew this one, it had clicked in your brain, clearly showing on your face, the first words were out of your mouth until someone interrupted you midway and that delightful someone was known as Theodore Nott.

You had never given a reason for him to hate you, but you faced the repercussions of it. As a way of pure childish revenge, you had begun hating him too, although you had not one reason to do so.

Soon the class had finished and you were released from being in a state of complete anger. Theo however couldn't stand the sight of you being happy and thus began speaking. "Is our y/n jealous I'm better at potions than her?" he laughed while saying it and he was laughing after it and you being the bigger person decided to ignore it.

It had been the last class of the week and you were ready to be enamored in the weekend party life of an average Hogwarts student.

You were not much for it before, but you had taken a liking to it ever since you realized the only way to forget about Theo and his perfect little face was to get as drunk as a skunk.

Wearing the tightest dress you own was the social expectation, and you obeyed it, and after all you did like the way you looked, fixing your hair just before leaving to make sure it was perfect in every way.

Reaching the common room, you could feel the bass of the music in the pits of your stomach. Going straight for the bar, you picked up a drink, sipping on it while looking around for possible men who could end up in your sheets.

However, your eyes found a sight you decided you weren't fond of looking at, Theodore Nott sticking his tongue down some random Slytherin who by the looks of it was one year below you.

Soon the bass of the music wasn't the only thing you could feel in your stomach, a fiery feeling accompanied it which only grew when Theo met your eyes and winked. That cheeky bastard.

Another rivalry although this time quite different from the one that took place in the classroom earlier that day began. Your eyes landed on Lorenzo Berkshire, and you knew that he would go perfectly with your devious little plan.

He was an acquaintance you had talked to before and you enjoyed his company so it was not completely bad, but you couldn't help yourself from wishing it was someone else.

Quickly reaching his side at the bar you ask for another drink, the same one you had before, and downed it in one go. "Enzo, don't you want to dance with me?"

He laughed a breathy laugh and then tilted his head, "Theo will kill me if I do that" and you tilted your face in the same direction as his letting out a scoff, of course he was ruining your chance with any man you counted to be suitable.

"But I guess a little taste of heaven won't hurt right?" he said after a long pause and you pulled him to the dance floor facing Theo.

An unspoken challenge began between you two, he danced with the girl in his arms as you danced with Enzo. He kissed her, and you tilted your face back so you could capture his lips, although you could see from your not-so-closed eyes that he had stopped and so did you.

Grinding your hips on Enzo, Theo's face had become remarkably red and this time instead of locking eyes with you, he locked it with him and silently told him to go away with a slight tilt of his head and he obeyed.

You whined at the loss of contact and more on the thought that you would lose in the silent battle. However, something else happened before you could think about what happened.

Theo had joined you in dancing, putting his hand on your waist, swaying to the beat until he spun you and when you stopped you crashed right into his chest, not moving you took three deep breaths to calm yourself down. one, two, three.

That so didn't work, you were still flushed and you were entirely sure you could hear his heart beating giving you some kind of reassurance that you weren't the only one feeling like this, like how you weren't supposed to.

Soon, you both locked eyes, and it must have been a while until you blinked, which prompted him to do the same. A sigh left your mouth when his hand was just above your ass. You needed more, and you were fairly certain he was ready to give you whatever you needed.

You joined both your foreheads, lips just about to touch. You wanted him to make the first move, to do something. He tilted his head back and let out a loud groan and you thought that you misunderstood him but soon both of his calloused hands found your cheeks pulling you in.

The most awaited moment of your life had finally come, his lips made you feel like you were an angel who was being given an award for being good.

Soon his mouth opened and his tongue probed at your lips and you granted him entrance, doing the same to him. Forgetting the surroundings you both were in, all you could think about was the man who was in front of you.

"You're even better than I imagined" he broke the silence finally speaking his first words to you that night. You laughed at first, "you dreamed about me?" he nodded tilting his head once more, "Desperately so".

Soon the second kiss broke too, and you were invited by him to his dorm, to which you said yes, after all that happened your body couldn't think about saying no.

His hand found your neck as soon as you entered the room, pinned against the door. The hand pressing harder, and you loved every moment of it.

While kissing you had reached his bed, and you sat on top of him not breaking the kiss. Your kisses trailed downwards to his neck, while he groaned.

Flipping you over, so you were under him he attacked you neck, sucking and nibbling on it, so you were sure it would leave marks.

The dress you had on was abandoned along with your bra, and his shirt and pants were gone as well, you were now laying on the edge of the bed, while Theo was down on his knees.

His tongue entered you and you simultaneously entered heaven, his tongue forming a figure eight in your insides while his nose was repeatedly bumped your clit.

It wasn't long before you came, and it also wasn't long before you were thrown on the bed. Your ass in the air while his hands held yours in a tight grip, which had started to redden.

You could feel the tip of his cock brushing against your clit when he asked the question, "Are you sure?" and you said yes.

Slowly, you could feel yourself enveloping him inch by inch until he was all inside you, getting used to the feeling of the slight burn along with the great amount of pleasure you gave him the consent to move.

He started with low thrusts going slowly, which then soon turned to having your face buried in the pillow while getting completely fucked out.

His other hand reached down to your ass slapping it, rubbing it, and then repeating the action. His hand left yours and you grabbed the headboard with your now free hands. He was using his free hand to collect your hair and pull it back which he let go and replaced the hair with your neck pulling you back up to engage you in a kiss.

"Dear god save me, I'm gonna come" you screamed and moaned on the verge of your release. "Even begging satan won't help now," he said in a low voice near your ear, which gave you goosebumps all over.

You had finally reached the euphoric stage, but Theo wasn't stopping, still giving continuous thrusts, until he slowly pulled out and released all over your ass marking you as his.

Laying down, he pulled close to him taking the help of his covers to engulf you both. "You were made for me, weren't you darling?" he said to you while you found a comfortable position to lie in. Kissing his lips you agreed with his statement, "always been yours".

#slytherin #draco malfoy #harry potter #theo nott #enzo berkshire #theo nott fic #theo nott x reader #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you #theodore nott #theo nott smut #theo nott imagine #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott fic #theodore nott smut #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott scenarios #chitasmut #theo nott one shot #theo nott scenario #enzo berkshire x reader #enzo berkshire x you

[bloatedandalone04]

The First Cut is the Deepest

➪the one where you break up then make up. (requested)

Warnings: 18+, angst, smut, fluff, break ups, make ups, swearing, mentions of drugs and alcohol, unprotected sex, make up sex, choking, oral (f receiving), ethan being an ass under the influence, he makes up for it, talks of insecurity, insecure reader (y'all are beautiful, i promise you this), this is a bit of a roller coaster

Word Count: 6.3k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3

This place was crowded. Way too crowded. 

You were surprised the walls didn’t fall down with how many people were compacted in each room and from how loud the music was, if you could even call it that. 

Someone bumps into you for the third time in the five minutes since you arrived and you had to refrain from yelling at the stranger. He probably wouldn’t have heard you, anyway, so why waste your breath? 

“Y/n! Hi!” Anika says as she wraps her arm around your shoulders. She brought the red cup to her lips and emptied it in one sip, wiping her mouth afterwards. “You’re here!”

“And you’re drunk,” you say back just as Mindy walks up to you. 

“There you are,” she says as she wraps Anika’s other arm around her shoulder. “I told you to stay on the couch. Oh, hey, Y/n.”

You give her a quick smile as she takes her girlfriend from you. “Hey,” you replied. “Have you guys seen Ethan?”

Mindy gave Anika a look before shaking her head. “No, no, I don’t think he’s here,”

Anika gave her a confused smile. “What are you talking about?” She asked before turning to you. “He’s in the living room. He was flirting with a bunch of girls, the last time I checked.”

Your brows furrow while Mindy lets out a sigh. “What?”

“You’re right, she sure is drunk,” Mindy laughed awkwardly. “Can’t trust a word she says.”

At that, you move past them and head towards the living room, ignoring the calls of Mindy. The first person you see is Chad when you enter the living room. He was talking to Tara when you walked up to him, the two of them standing close to one another in the packed room. He greeted you with a smile before he noticed the pissed off look on your face. “Woah, what’s the matter?”

“Have you seen Ethan?” You ask him, ignoring his question.

“Um, yeah, he’s..” he trailed off, turning his head to the right and towards the couch. You do the same and your face heats up when you catch sight of your boyfriend. “Huh.”

Ethan’s appearance wasn’t what caught your attention, no, it was the girl that was sitting a bit too close to him that did. 

Muttering an ‘excuse me’ under your breath, you push past Chad and walk towards Ethan, watching he doesn’t even look up at you when you stand in front of him. “What the hell is this?” You question and cross your arms. 

That got his attention as he finally looked up at you, a grin forming on his lips. “Hey! You made it!” He said and right away you knew he was drunk, no, wasted. “I didn’t think you’d show.”

“You told me to come,” you point out and glare at the way the girl rested her hand on his chest. 

Ethan looked at the floor and opened his mouth in thought. “Oh, yeah,” he said after a few seconds. “I forgot about that.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” you rolled your eyes. “What is this? You ask me to come to this party just so I can see you with some girl all over you?

“What? No, don’t be like that,” he whined and wrapped his arm around the blonde’s shoulder. “This is my new friend, Jaz.”

The way Jaz moved closer to Ethan, and the way he did nothing about it had your blood boiling. “Well, it looks like you’ve got enough company,” you mutter, dropping your arms to your sides as you back away. “I’ll just go home.”

When you turn around and head for the door, you ignore Ethan’s calls of your name, followed by an annoyed grunt as he stood up and went after you. 

You reached the sidewalk when he finally stumbled his way out of the house and caught up to you, nearly tripping over the bush that lined the walkway of the house. He grabbed your arm and stopped you from walking away by turning you to face him. “What was that about?”

At his genuine look of confusion, you glare at him and pull your arm away from him. “What do you mean?”

“That,” he pointed to the house. “In there. What was that all about? Why’d you storm off?”

“There’s no way you just asked me that,” you say and look him up and down, taking in just how drunk he was. “How much have you had to drink?”

He gave you a smile and a shrug. “I don’t know, like, five?”

“Five what?”

“Five cups of everything that was in the kitchen,” he answered as if it were the most obvious thing ever. At your look of shock, he steps away from you. “What’s it matter?”

“It matters because you’re completely wasted and that girl in there was going to take advantage of you,” you say slowly, hoping his drunk mind would process your words.

“Who? Jaz?” At the nod you give him, he waves you off and discreetly rolls his eyes, making your anger rise. “Jaz is a friend, she wouldn’t do that.”

“How do you even know her? Why have I never heard you mention her until now?”

“Because,” he dragged the word out. “She’s in my physics class and invited me tonight. She also gave me some of this powder stuff earlier, but I only had a little bit of it.”

Your eyes widened and you reached over to smack his shoulder. “Ethan! How could you be so stupid?” You ask and his face falls at your words. “Why would you take powder from a stranger? At a party?”

Ethan felt like he was being backed into a corner right now, and even though one part of his brain was screaming at him to ask you to take him home, the other part was telling him that you were his girlfriend, not his mother. “Maybe I thought it would relieve some of the stress you put on me everyday of my life,�� he said back.

You furrow your brows and cross your arms again, standing a bit straighter. “Was this before or after you invited me tonight?”

Ethan copied you by crossing his own arms. “Before,” he answered. “But maybe I made a mistake by inviting you since you clearly don’t know how to stop treating me like a fucking child. You’re my girlfriend, not my parent.”

You knew he didn’t mean the harsh words, seeing how drunk he was, but that didn’t stop you from fighting back. It was his decision to get to this point and he’d have to deal with the consequences. “I’m supposed to worry about you, Ethan,” you say, trying to calm the situation down as best as you could. “That’s what people in relationships do.”

Ethan would regret his next words. “Being with you for this long was a mistake,” he muttered, not knowing if you heard him or not. The silence that followed, as well as the tears that gathered in your eyes gave him his answer. His words were harsh and untrue. He knew that, still his drunk self didn’t allow him to give in. “Look, I didn’t mean that. You said it yourself, I’m wasted.”

“And that makes it okay?” You ask as you turn away from him. Ethan sighed from behind you and reached out to grab your arm, retracting his hand when you pulled away from him. “Why don’t you go back to Jaz? Seems like the two of you were having a great time together before I got here.”

“Fine,” he muttered. “We’ll talk later.”

“No, we won’t,” you tell him and he turns back around to face you. “I mean it, we’re over. Don’t text me and don’t call me.”

Your words cut him deeper than you would ever know, and his heart ached at the tears that streamed down your face. But he was angry, and drunk, and a bit embarrassed. And so very drunk. “Fine,” he said again. “You don’t want me to text you? That’s fine by me. Thanks for ruining my night.”

He turned back around and went inside the house. You were left alone on the sidewalk, your eyes stinging as you grabbed your phone. After sending Chad a text about getting Ethan home safely, you began the walk back to your apartment and hoped to anyone that was listening that he didn’t go back to Jaz.

Not that you had a say in what he does, anymore.

-

The spam of texts you woke up to the next morning were unexpected and unwanted. But you still read each and every one of them.

2:34 AM

Ethan <3: we’re not rly broken up are we?

2:35 AM

Ethan <3: I didn’t mean what i said :/

2:56 AM

Ethan <3: pls answer me, I’m sorry

3:23 AM

Ethan <3: I told Jaz to fuck off for you haha

3:26 AM

Ethan <3: she punched me

3:34 AM

Ethan <3: i wish u were here :C

4:43 AM

Ethan <3: goodnight i love you im sorry

10:32 AM

Ethan <3: I don’t remember much of last night, but I do remember how awful I was to you. I’m so sorry, baby, I didn’t mean any of it. 

10:37 AM

Ethan <3: If I could take it all back, I would. I love you and I hope you slept well because I sure as shit didn’t. Can we please meet up and talk about it in person? I miss you.

Your eyes ached from crying last night, and the brightness of your phone screen didn’t help.

After reading every text, you were more upset than you were last night. 

You tried to remember that he was very wasted and wasn’t himself because of that, but he still said what was on his mind; how being with you was a mistake. 

What was that saying? Drunk words are sober thoughts? Maybe it was true. Maybe Ethan had to get himself drunk so he could tell you how he really felt. 

What about the texts? He seemed pretty genuine. 

But how could you tell that over text? Maybe he was just feeling guilty and wanted to end things on a better note. 

Endless thoughts flooded your mind and you felt a headache beginning to set in.

So, unsure of what to say to him, you type a message that would surely get how you were feeling across perfectly.

I thought I told you not to text me.

Seen at 10:56 AM

-

“Y/n,” Ethan said as he stood in front of you. “There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.”

The sound of his voice made you look up from your sketchbook, your eyes narrowing at your ex. You exhale harshly, looking back down at the page, scribbling in the grass you drew with a green pencil crayon. “I thought I told you not to talk to me,”

“Come on, you were serious?” He asked as he gripped the strap of his bag tighter. 

You looked up at him from your spot against the tree, bringing your knees up to your chest and placing the book against your thighs. “Were you serious?” You ask instead of answering his question. Your eyes linger on the bruise on his cheek, your mind going back to his texts of ‘I told Jaz to fuck off for you’ and ‘she punched me’. 

Your eyes darkened at the thought of her hitting him when she was the one who went and gave him drugs while also hanging off of him right in front of you.

But that was a conversation for another time.

He looked down at you, his brows furrowing as he stepped closer to you. “What do you mean?”

You glare up at him, dreading having to repeat his words from last night as you take a deep breath. “‘Being with you for this long was a mistake’?” You quote him and watch as his eyes squeeze shut and his head tilts back. “Ring any bells?”

Ethan cursed under his breath before opening his eyes again and you could clearly see the regret clouding in them. “Fuck, Y/n,” he muttered and shook his head. “Baby, I didn’t mean that, I swear.”

You wanted to believe him, but you were also far too stubborn for your own good. “Then why did you say it?” You closed the sketchbook and reached for your bag as you held eye contact with him.

“I don’t- fuck, I don’t know,” he said, watching as you began to gather your things. His eyes widened at that, knowing damn well that you were seconds away from getting up and leaving him behind. “I’m an idiot and I promise I will never go near alcohol or drugs ever again.”

“It’s not about the alcohol or drugs, God, Ethan,” you shake your head and shove the book in your bag before standing up. “Do you even know it felt for me to hear you say those things? To hear the one person I trust and love more than- you know what? Forget it.” You begin to walk away from him, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you did so. 

“What? No, please, Y/n, baby, wait, I-” he was cut off when a guy from one of your classes stopped in front of you and blocked your way out of the gated area of the school.

“Hey, it’s Y/n, right?” The boy asked and Ethan glared at him from behind you. 

You give him a forced smile before nodding. “Yes,” you answer, stepping back to create some much needed distance between you two. “Hi, Simon.”

Simon gave you a sly smirk, glancing at the pissed off looking guy behind you. His smirk only grew and he looked you up and down before meeting your eyes once again. “I heard you and that boyfriend of yours are finally done,” he begins, knowing very well that your boyfriend was standing right behind you. 

“Finally?” You question and watch as his smirk widens. 

“I know, right?” He purposely takes your question out of context and steps closer. “So now that you and lover boy are over, what do you say about being with a real man?”

You visibly cringed and opened your mouth to respond when his hand reached out to touch your arm. Before it could, though, a hand wrapped around his wrist and roughly pulled his arm away from you. 

Ethan stood next to you, a protective and dangerous glint in his eyes that you had never seen before. It made you swallow silently as you looked between the two guys, subconsciously moving closer to Ethan. “I think you’re a little bit out of your league there, Simon,” his voice was deep and deadly as he stepped in front of you, shielding you from Simon’s view. 

He didn’t give up easily, however, as Simon stood a bit taller, matching Ethan’s height. “Is that so?” He asks, tilting his head at the boy who covered you from his sight. “What makes you think that?”

“Mainly the confidence,” Ethan answers, watching as Simon squints at him in confusion. “It’s clearly just a cover up for how hopelessly useless you are to any girl who gives you the time of day. How many girls have you talked to within the past two hours? I’m assuming way too many as you had to resort to going after one that’s taken. Let me spare you the rejection we both know is going to happen if you continue to bore her with your awful excuse of a pick up line. She’s not interested.”

Simon remained silent as he glared at Ethan, his shoulders raising with every angry inhale he took. “You’ve got a lot of nerve,” he muttered, most likely wanting to intimidate the smaller, though not by much, boy. 

Ethan held his ground as he let out a sarcastic laugh. “What, that wasn’t clear enough for you?” He asked and dared to move closer to the jock. “Let me make it simple as possible; fuck off.”

While Ethan didn’t look mean or have the face of someone to fear, he became a different version of himself when defending those he cared for and loved. In this case; you. He wasn’t one to give assholes like Simon the time of day, but when it came down to defending you against guys like him? He was a completely different person. 

And Simon must’ve seen this as he scoffed and backed off, raising his hands in defense. His eyes lingered on the bruise Ethan wore and must’ve thought he had gotten it for a completely different reason, like a fist fight or something, as it clearly intimidated him just the smallest bit. “My bad, bro,” he muttered before turning around.

Ethan watched him walk away until he was out of sight, before turning to a stunned and silent you. His heart fell at the shocked look displayed across your face, taking it as a sign that he fucked up again. Would you ever talk to him again after this?

He opened his mouth to apologize, but closed it when he saw your look of surprise morph into one he’s seen you give him many times before. 

-

The walk back to his apartment went by in a blur and before he knew it, he was pushing open the door to his room without disconnecting his lips from yours. He backs you into the room and towards his bed, guiding your body around the various furniture crowding the space. He shrugs off his bag and throws it to the floor, and you do the same, sliding the strap off your shoulder and dropping it beside the bed just seconds before you fall onto it.

Ethan hovers over you, his lips never breaking away from yours as he grabs your waist and pulls your lower half against his. His tongue swipes across your lip and you open your mouth without a second thought, making him smirk into the kiss.

You were still his, and still so responsive. 

His lips broke from yours as he trailed kisses down your neck and shoulders, sucking a sizable mark onto your collar bone. And you allowed him, further proving to him that breaking up for even a second was a mistake, and that, as long as he had a say in it, you’d always be his.

“Did you sleep with Jaz?” You ask out of the blue, making his attack on your neck come to a complete stop.

“What?” He asked against your skin, his voice sounding muffled. 

You swallowed heavily and reached your hands up to grip his shoulders, making him lift his head to look at you. “It’s just…after what happened last night and the fight….” you trial off, looking to the side. “I just want to know if you slept with her, that’s all.”

“That’s all?” He asked in disbelief as he pulled away from your neck to getsure to his cheek. “Does this look like the face of someone who had sex last night?”

You stare at the bruise, your eyes softening as you bite down on your bottom lip. “No, but, the thought was there,” you say quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment but needing to get your feelings out. “She’s really pretty.”

Ethan narrowed his eyes at you, leaning down to brush his nose against yours. “You’re prettier,” 

You force a smile out at that before shaking your head. “I bet all the guys find her hot,”

“All the guys except one,” he said and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “What’s this about? We’ve never had any trust issues before.”

“I know, it’s just….I thought, maybe, you liked her more than me,” Ethan’s mouth opens in shock at your words but you continue before he could say anything. “I mean, she invited you to that party for a reason. She likes to have fun, go to parties, get drunk, do drugs and I don’t like to do any of that stuff. I thought that maybe….maybe you realized you made a mistake by being with me when you could instead be with someone like her.”

When Ethan was sure you were finished, he positioned himself so his lower body was laying on yours and his arms were by either side of your head. “Baby,” he said softly, his gaze lingering on your lips. “I already told you, the only mistake I made with you last night was letting you walk home alone and letting you think that you’re not good enough for me. You’re better than every single other person in my life and I don’t deserve you. I love you and I fall in love with you more and more everyday. You’re my person, my best friend and my girl. I don’t care about anyone else. How could I when I have you?”

Your eyes stare into his and the familiar sting of tears forms, but you blink them away and caress the sides of his face. “I love you,”

Ethan leans forward and presses a kiss to your lips, pulling away for just a second to mumble back an “I love you,” before he was closing the gap once more. One of his hands slid up your body to grasp at your chest, his thumb rubbing against the peak of your breast through your shirt. “You’re so beautiful, so perfect. Too perfect for me.”

His words set butterflies loose all over your body and send jolts of want directly to your core. Slowly, you could feel each and every negative thought you had about yourself slip away, and they were replaced with an overwhelming feeling of love for the boy currently on top of you. 

Ethan’s lips moved back down your neck and continued until he reached the hem of your shirt, where his fingers lifted it up enough to expose the skin of your stomach. “My pretty girl, how could I ever even look at someone else when you’re everything I could possibly want?” He pops open the button of your shorts and unzips them before sliding the jean fabric down your legs. “‘M so sorry I made you feel like you weren’t enough.”

You watch him with blown wide eyes as he inches closer and closer to your clothed core, a small smirk gracing his lips when he meets your eyes.

“Let me make up for it,” he murmured against the skin of your thigh. He placed a few kisses to both of your hip bones before tugging on the lace of your underwear with his teeth. “Let me show you how beautiful you are to me.”

The thin fabric was pulled from your body in one swift motion and he was back to hovering over your core.

“Will you let me?” 

You’ve never nodded faster in your life.

That was all Ethan needed before he got to work with one goal in mind; fuck the insecurity out of you.

He licked a flat stripe up your folds before wrapping his lips around your clit. He sucks on it harshly, giving you no warning as he got right into it. Your mouth opened in a quiet moan, your head dropping back on his pillow. 

Your hand reaches down to tug on his hair, your fingers threading through he curls as he swirled his tongue on your bundle of nerves. He moaned against you at the feeling of your hand tugging his hair and you felt another wave of want ripple through you. Your hips buck up involuntarily, making Ethan’s arms wrap under your thighs and his hands grip your waist as he pinned you down on the sheets. 

Ethan was never one to hold back his sounds in bed. If he was feeling good while taking part in bedroom activities, he made it known by the grunts, groans and whines that left him. It made you never question whether or not you were pleasing him as his sounds were proof enough. He even found pleasure when he wasn’t the one being touched, like right now. Just the thought of him being the one to get you off was more than enough to satisfy him. 

“Fuck, Ethan,” you moaned when he continued to circle his tongue around your clit, flicking and sucking and tugging until he felt your thighs press against his wrists, begging to close around his head. “Please.”

Ethan was stronger than you, though, especially in a situation like this, so his hands easily grabbed hold of your thighs and kept them spread apart. “My needy girl,” he mumbled when he pulled away from your swollen clit. “I’ve barely started and you’re already begging me for more.”

You knew you wouldn’t last long, not with the way he was touching you and definitely not with the way he was talking to you. Behind closed doors, he became a different person. It was such a big contrast to how he was in public. He was always seen as the shy, quiet guy who couldn’t possibly have one bone to fear in his body, but it was just an act, really. 

He liked playing up the role as the nice guy, the quiet friend who was always just there, when in reality, the things he did in his alone time were nothing short of sinful. And most of those sinful things happened when he was with you. 

When he was alone with you he became more needy, more desperate for you and he never failed to be overcome with the desire to please you, touch you, fuck you in any way he could. 

You were so beautiful and hot and his, how could he not want to just devour you everytime he got you alone?

Ethan pressed a final kiss to your clit before moving down and licking a line up your folds, hearing the sharp intake of breath from you as you tried to relax your thighs. 

Your other hand joined the one that was tangled in his hair, needing something, anything at this point, to hold onto as the last bit of your self control was slipping away from you as the seconds went on. 

Ethan spread your lips apart with the tip of his tongue before it easily slipped inside and was instantly coated in you. He keeps it there, still and unmoving, and waits for you to lift your head to look at him. When you do, like he knew you would, the corner of his mouth turns upwards and he begins to fuck the set of muscles into you.

Your eyes stare into his as his hands release the tight grip they had on your hips. Your hands leave his hair when he gently tugs at your wrists and he laces your fingers together before resting your joined hands on your stomach. 

Keeping eye contact, Ethan ran his tongue along your walls, feeling how they pulsated around him. You hopelessly clenched around him as a fire burns in the pit of your stomach, urging him to continue as desperate pleads leave your lips. “I love you,” you whispered in between moans. “Fuck, I love you.”

Your words fill in the holes in his heart that had formed last night, when he went to bed without knowing where you two stood, not knowing whether or not you were his anymore. As he let Chad push him onto this very bed a few hours after you broke up with him, he quickly realized that sleep wouldn’t overtake him as quickly as it would when he had the reassurance that you were still together. 

He was tired, but he also never felt more alive and awake than he did right now. It was only a couple of hours ago that he had set out to look for you (after reading your text that broke his heart further) with a sore face that he had yet to do anything about as it wasn’t even close to being a priority at this point. He had to find you, apologize and possibly beg you to take him back. 

Now he had you pinned to the bed, practically dripping for him because it was true. Your heart belonged to him, and his belonged to you. It was as simple as that.

At the feeling of your hands tightening against his, he knew you were close and he was desperate to get you to that point where you couldn’t focus on anything else other than him.

Him, who fucked you so good like he always did. 

“Don’t stop,” you begged, your voice barely a whisper. “Please, please.”

When he lifted his head just a bit higher so his nose brushed against your sensitive clit, you were coming without warning. Your thighs encased his head, and this time he let you, and your body shook at the release flowing through you. 

Ethan continued to fuck his tongue into you until he was sure he swallowed every drop you had to give him, before pulling away with a boyish grin gracing his face. 

Heavy pants leave your lips as he wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, pulling his shirt off a few seconds later. He drops the fabric to the floor and pops open the button on his jeans but makes no move to push them down as he crawls back on top of you. His lips capture yours again, quickly taking your breath away once more. 

Within seconds his hands are tugging your shirt upwards and off your shoulders, carelessly tossing it aside to join his. Your fingers find themselves on the waistline of his jeans and you make quick work of unzipping them and pushing them down his legs, all while keeping your lips locked on his. 

Tugging down his boxers as well, you break away from the kiss and instantly his lips are on your neck, sucking his mark on you. Your hands hold his waist, pulling him even closer to you as you shift your hips upwards, creating the tiniest bit of much needed friction. 

Ethan got the hint pretty quickly, sensing that you had recovered enough and weren’t as sensitive as you were a couple of minutes before. Keeping one hand under your back, he moved his other downwards and lined himself up with you. Before he could allow himself to enter you, he looked deep into your eyes, his hand inching around your shoulders to brush away the stray strands of hair that messily covered your face. He tucked them behind your ear, keeping eye contact as he murmured, “You’re the only girl I could ever want. The only one I love,”

His lips brushed against yours as he slid past your folds, entering you easily. You moaned into the kiss, pressing your lips harder against his as you threw your arms around his neck, your nails lightly scraping against his skin as he began to set a steady pace. 

“‘M sorry,” you whisper as your body moves with his thrusts. “I got jealous and I wasn’t being fair to you.”

Ethan shook his head as his pace slowed a bit, but not enough to the point where you felt the need to complain about the speed. You don’t think you could ever complain when being intimate with him as he never gave you a reason to. 

He leaned down to press his forehead against yours, his nose bumping gently into yours every time he slid back into you. “You have nothing to be sorry for, pretty girl,” he told you, and his words made a small smile form on your lips as you stared at his slightly open mouth. “Nothing to apologize for when I’m the fuck up here.”

Your eyes flickered upwards and you looked into his brown irises, seeing a hint of guilt still present in them. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” you murmur, keeping his face close to yours. “Nothing matters as long as we’re together.”

Ethan grins as that, his hand smoothing down your hair as his hips grind into yours. “My sweet girl,” he mumbled. “You’re too good for me.”

His lips pressed to yours in a gentle kiss. Your hands move up to tug on his hair, your fingers threading through the strands when he resumed his pace from a couple seconds ago. Your moans are lost to his mouth as he kisses you with a desperation you haven’t seen since your very first time together, back when both of you were still virgins in high school. 

It wasn’t all that long ago, maybe just over a year, but it had still been a while since he kissed you, touched you, fucked you with such need, desperation and want. It had you feeling lightheaded and chills appeared all over your body, despite the room getting hotter as the seconds went on. 

The kiss was broken as Ethan tucked his head away against your neck, where he let out throaty groans that sent waves of heat directly to your core. You clenched around him when you heard his breathy grunts, your arms sliding under his to claw at his back.

The sting of your nails sinking into him had Ethan groaning loudly, his pace picking up and his hands gripping your waist tightly. While your fingers were sure to leave crescent shaped indentations on his skin, his were undoubtedly going to leave bruises on yours. 

He was actually surprised he hadn’t broken you yet with how rough his thrusts were and how tight his hands were holding you. You took everything he gave you and more and the thought had him holding himself back from an early release, one of his hands sliding down to wrap your leg around his waist. 

The new angle caused him to reach deeper into you, his tip brushing against the sensitive spot deep in your core. Your eyes rolled back and your chest arched up into his. Once your legs were locked around his hips, he used his free hand to tug down one strap of your bra. 

It fell off your shoulder easily and he reached around you to unclasp the black material. You helped him by sliding the other strap off and removing it from your body completely, dropping it into the growing pile of clothing beside his bed. 

With your chest now fully exposed to him, Ethan had no control over his movements as he leaned down and wrapped his lips around your nipple. He tugged on the bud, making breathy moans leave your lips and your eyes close. 

The sensation from both his hitting yours and his mouth on you was beginning to be too much. It didn’t help that every time he fucked into you, his skin would brush against your swollen and sensitive clit. 

Moans were freely leaving your mouth at this point and you no longer had any control over them. Your heels pressed against his lower back, effectively making him inch even deeper into your greedy heat. Your walls hugged his length in a tight grip that could only be described as a vice, your previous release allowing him to slip in and out of you with no resistance.

You tugged his head closer to yours, your teeth tugging on the skin below his ear. “I’m close,” you mumbled, the fire in your stomach growing with each thrust of his hips. 

“Yeah?” He asked, one hand reaching up to wrap around your throat. Your eyes widen at the sudden pressure and your moans become more breathless as you lean into his touch. It wasn’t a tight hold he had on you, but it wasn’t a gentle one either. It was just enough to have you seeing stars in the best way possible. “You’re going to come for me again?”

The words he said in bed never failed to turn you on and have you unraveling beneath him. “Fuck, yes,” you whimpered, both from nearing the edge and from his grip on your neck. “Please, please, Eth.”

“Let me feel you,” he said through a clenched jaw, refraining from finishing before you did as his tip continued to graze against your sweet spot. “All over me.”

His words, that were borderline filthy, send you over the edge and you clench around him again, arching your back and pressing your head against the soft pillows. Your moans are music to his ears and he would happily have your sounds play on repeat in his head over and over again for the rest of his life.

Your eyes close as you let him use you in chase of his own release. The sensitivity makes your hands grip his shoulders tightly, your legs shaking around his waist as he reaches his climax as well. 

His warmth fills you up entirely, and you thread your fingers through his hair as he rides out his high, his whimpers and whines being lost to the skin of your neck.

Minutes go by with him still buried in your warmth, both your chests beginning to rise and fall at a regular pace. Ethan grins as he lifts his head, making your lips turn upwards as well as he leans in and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “I really am sorry,” he mumbles when he pulls away, his eyes fixated on your kiss swollen lips. “Again.”

You just shake your head and pull him back onto you as you turn on your side and cuddle into his chest. “It’s okay,” you say back, running your fingers over his chest. “Next time, instead of inviting me through text, just take me with you.”

Ethan nods in agreement, wrapping his arms around you as you tangle your legs together. “Deal,”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagines #scream 6 ethan #ethan scream 6 #scream 6 imagines #scream 6 x reader #scream 6 #ethan landry smut

[eetherealgoddess]

Before you continue, this ends dark as hell so I’m gonna warn you rn!!! Hope you like it anyway! ♡︎♡︎

ꨄEscaping Bonten is for Scrapsꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Bonten/Assassin Au

❦You are an assassin that’s after a target Bonten already has their paws on❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Escaping Bonten is for Scraps

You eye around the busy nightclub, pushing through the crowd as you search for your assigned target. Eyebrows furrowed as your nose scrunches at the thick tobacco smell mixed with alcohol and a variety of cologne and perfume.

“Where is this guy?” You hiss, shoving a drunk person to the side as you head to the back of the building. Once you push the doors open, you see the tall staircase, sighing before stepping on.

Why did I have to get assigned to a club?

It’s not that you were against the party scene, it’s just not ideal for a mission to find someone you need to kill. Your boss chose you for the assignment created by a bitter divorcee. You roll your eyes as you remember the file stating, “Please murder my cheating ex husband.” Of course, your company is underground and perfect for not being caught, though why risk going to prison over a cheating spouse?

Fortunately, this should be fairly quick. The soon to be deceased spouse is known for his drinking habit, speaking belligerently as he drunkenly walks from bar to bar which makes him an easy target. You followed him here, his third club of the night. You couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him considering he is just minding his business and drinking on his lonesome. Sure, he’s bitter as well and is a slob but it’s probably just a down point in his life.

At least I’ll put him out of his misery.

Once you reach the top of the staircase, noticing that the whole floor is empty, you pull your gun out, readying it to use. You hold it down to your side as you walk from room to room, searching for your victim. When you see that the whole upper stairs is empty, you hide your gun, and walk towards the exit of the room you just entered. Your eyes widened when you heard a scream coming from behind you.

You turn around and quickly move to the window, squatting, hiding yourself behind the wall so the people outside couldn’t see you. Easing your head up, you peeked to the outside. Standing at the back of the building, a group of men in suits hover around a kneeling man who’s covering his head as one of the men slams his foot against his side, causing him to fall over. You notice a smaller man who stood in the middle of the suited men walk closer to the male on the ground.

Your eyebrows raise when the man is forced to put his arms down as the shorter man crouches in front of him, realizing the guy is your target.

“What did this guy get himself into?” You whisper to yourself before moving quickly to crack the window so you can decipher what’s occurring.

“You owe us a lot of money, Nakamura.” A man with two blonde strands says, his wide eyes staring deeply at the victim.

“I-I know! I’m going th-through a divorce. I j-just need more time!” He coughs out blood in between his words. The short man in front of him leans in.

“You’ve wasted my time.” He stands up before moving back, motioning for the purple haired man holding the baton to walk forward.

He swings his arms back before slamming them down with a smirk on his face. He repeatedly hits the man over and over again with so much force that blood splatters on his own suit. The man cries out in pain as he becomes light headed.

You wince as you watch this painful sight.

Damn, now I’m feeling even more bad for this guy. I think I’m just going to go ahead and shoot him. Help him out, forreal.

Standing up completely, you aim at the man’s head perfectly with the gun. Without needing the other guy to stop beating him, you pull the trigger, a shot ringing out loudly. The bullet penetrates his head, killing him on the spot. The men, startled, looked around their surroundings as the pink haired man turned to the window, his blue eyes catching yours before you turned on your heel and ran.

“Fuck, he saw me!” You hiss as you run down the stairs, gun hidden as you push through the crowd.

Fortunately, it looks as though you all are into some shady business, though that doesn’t mean you want to catch their attention. You run out of the exit and rush to your car parked at the side of the building.

“Shit, shit, shit!” You rush to unlock the car before hopping in. Before you could close the door, a hand blocks the door. Your wide eyes meet purple orbs before you're pulled out of the car by your shirt. Before you could grab your gun, your front is forced against the car as your gun is grabbed and aimed at your head. The man with the purple mullet holds your arms behind your back with one hand. Before you could say anything, the butt of the gun meets your head, darkness engulfing your vision.

When you first wake up, your eyes meet a dimly lit warehouse, a throbbing pain at the side of your head causes you to pull against the restraints you didn’t know were there to touch your head. Groaning your eyes, the rope strategically tied around your ankles strapping you to the chair.

“Damn.” You breathe out. The click of a gun sounded next to your head causing you to make eye contact with the blue-eyed man you saw before.

“You’re an assassin working for an underground company, right Y/n?” You look up to see the short man sitting on a chair in front of you at a distance. The men stood around him, eyeing you.

“Who am I answering to?” You question, resulting in the gun being pushed against your head harder causing you to wince, the spot where you were once hit feeling raw under the barrel of the weapon.

“I don’t repeat myself.” The sunken eyed man states, his white hair hovering over his face.

“Yes.” You spit out, frustration being the only emotion to decipher at the moment.

“You work for Bonten.” You gasp at the familiar name.

“What the hell are you talking about?” The gun smacks against your face, forcing your head to lean to the side as you squeeze your eyes shut in pain.

“Watch your mouth.” The pink haired man growls, using one hand to force your head back in place before replacing the barrel in the same spot.

“You will keep your assassin title and you will work under the executives.” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Or what?” You hiss. The pale man signals for the taller short haired man to walk towards you holding his baton. He smiles before pulling it back and slamming it against your stomach. You lean forward before coughing out blood.

“You die.” Your new boss states.

A few months pass before you’re completely used to the yakuza scene. There are times when you wonder what exactly did they see in you to ‘hire’ you as an assassin working under the executives. It wasn’t a hard job, basically like the one you were used to besides the power dynamic. Although you worked under an old boss, he treated everyone equally and you had normal coworkers who you’d go out to the bars with occasionally. You were free to live your own life as long as you didn’t get caught.

Working under Bonten, you weren’t allowed the same freedom as your executives. Your job title was assassin but considering their low respect for you, sometimes you were a maid, assistant, butler, etc. At least that’s what it felt like when you had to run errands for them that didn’t involve shooting a bullet in someone’s head. Sure it’s nicer than killing but who wants to work to serve a bunch of disrespectful men?

Not to mention, you weren’t allowed outside without being accompanied by one of the executives. Of course, the executives you wouldn’t mind being around such as Mochi, Kakucho, Koko, and Takeomi weren’t the ones who accompanied you. It was always the Haitani brothers, Kazutora, or Sanzu. Even when you’re supposed to be off the clock you were always around at least one of them. You no longer have your own apartment and have to stay in a designated room in a penthouse that holds all of your rooms, though everyone else owns their own homes.

Currently, you are sitting in the vip section of one of the Haitani brother’s clubs, arms crossed along with your leg as you lean back on the couch. Kazutora plops next to you with a drink in hand along with one of the strippers in the other, her bare breasts out as she holds onto him.

“You don’t look so happy, Y/n. Should we have taken you to a male strip club?” He taunts, finding amusement in her pouty face.

“I’m glad you find humor in my suffering. I just want to go to bed.” You respond.

A dip on your other side causes you to turn your head to meet Sanzu who has a speck of white dust under his nose. He wipes using his sleeve before handing you a cup of alcohol.

“Live a little, yeah?” You raise a brow as you push the drink away. You had to admit how interesting it was to see the different contrasts between the infamous mad dog. One minute he’s all serious for ‘his king’ and the next he’s sniffing angel’s dust off of a stripper's ass. Interesting indeed.

“I don’t know what you put in that.” You state before turning away from him.

“Then take this. It’s just champagne.” Rin smirks as he hands you another glass from a separate chair, man spreading as he smokes a blunt.

“And I should trust you, why?” You roll your eyes before standing up.

“Where are you off to?” Ran asks as his hand grips the butt cheek of the stripper sucking his neck.

“Bathroom.” You state before walking out. You eye the guards before heading to the restroom.

You walk to the sink and lean over, staring at yourself in the mirror as you think your life over and what brought you to this point. You swiftly turn your head when someone walks into the bathroom. You notice the woman is wearing a poorly done wig with a coat on. You contemplate whether or not you should knock her out and disguise yourself so you can make a run for it.

My morals have always been skewed anyway. I’m sorry lady.

Before she could walk into the stall, you grab her and press her pressure point, catching her before she falls. You undo her coat and set the purse on the ground, lying her head on it gently before pulling her wig off. Setting the wig on as well as the coat, you walk out of the bathroom.

You walk at a steady pace to look anything but suspicious while keeping your head down. When you successfully pass the guards you make a run for it, rushing out of the club and finding a taxi to pick you up, throwing your phone out of the window for safety from a tracking device.

Your adrenaline pumps as the hairs on your body stand. You breathe heavily as you give the taxi man the direction to your old company’s headquarters. When you got there, you ran into the building in search of your boss. When you find his office, you push the doors open and run towards the man who looks at you with shock.

A year passes and he helps you back on your feet. Staying as an assassin would have been dangerous considering the first place Bonten searched for you was the headquarters. Fortunately, he has a family who owns different businesses so you currently work at a bakery on the farthest side of a city hours away from where you used to reside.

One night, you were cleaning up the floors, closing the store. You had already locked the door so you were confused when you heard someone entering the building. Looking up, you dropped the broom when you recognized Mikey standing in front of the door with a gun pointed at you. Before you could move, a hand wrapped around your mouth as someone grabbed your arms, pulling you against a chest. You struggle in their hold.

Your eyes widen when you see your boss and his family consisting of his wife, two of their adult children, and one child being dragged in wrapped in rope and bags over their heads. You scream against the hand.

“Relax and everything will go smoother.” The voice she recognized as Kazutora states behind her.

Once the other men force everyone on their knees in front of her, they pull the bags off their heads.

She screams once more when she makes eye contact with all of them, tears running down her face for the first time at the face of death.

No they can’t do this! This can’t be happening!

Complying to Mikey’s order, Kazutora removes his hand from her mouth as he locks arms with hers. She pulls against him as she tries to release herself, to no avail. The Haitani brothers watch in amusement as they stand behind the two adult kids. Sanzu stands behind the child as Mikey moves to stand behind the boss.

“This is your fault.” He says to you, glaring before he sets his gun to the man’s head. The child cries along with the mother and the children. The man’s eyes are wide as he looks to the side in the direction of his family. They were prevented from talking, mouths bound shut as they squeal and groan.

“Mikey! M-Mikey please don’t do this! I-I’ll stay this time I swear to god! Please… just kill me or something d-don’t take it out on them!” You cry out, devastated by the display as the guilt takes over.

“Sanzu.” He states. Everyone watches as he sets the barrel of the gun on the child’s head, pulling the trigger before anyone could think. There was a pause as the shot rang out, the blood and brains splattering against his siblings, the wall, and the floor.

“STOP! NO MORE!” You let out a blood curdling scream. You pull and pull against Kazutora as he grips you tighter.

Your boss wails against his restraints angrily, falling over when he attempts to stand up, lying pitifully on his side as he kicks his feet and pulls against the rope. The wife and their children cry out, tears dropping fast as they squeeze their eyes shut.

“Haitanis.”

“NO! NO MIKE-!” The shots rang out, more blood and brains splattering as their limp bodies fall to the ground, one sibling with half of their head gone as well as the other along with an eyeball, their blood reaching their mother as she completely bends over and cries.

Mikey aims at the wife shooting her twice before her limp body falls, the husband still as he weeps for his deceased family. Kazutora allows you to drop to your knees. Hands placed on the ground as you become light headed. Finally, vomit shoots up your throat as you release the contents on the ground. Gagging and belching as your body shakes, wet with sweat.

This must be my karma for all of the wrong doings. This must be how people feel when they see their loved ones die.

“I-I’m so sorry, Akihiko. I’m so fucking sorry.” You whine out, tears and snot falling as you become a wreck. He looks at you with despair.

“Please, escape the-!” Before he could finish his sentence, Mikey had already blown his brains out.

You gaze at the messy floor with a blurry vision and wide eyes. Footsteps stop in front of you, missing the vomit. Mikey crouches down and pulls you by the chin to look up at him, gun still in the other hand.

“If you try to leave again, I’ll blow your legs off.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x you #bonten #bonten x reader #sano mikey manjiro #sano manjiro x reader #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora x reader #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x reader #ran haitani #ran x reader #rin haitani #rin x reader #tokyo rev x reader #assassin au #yandere tokyo revengers

[sashi-ya]

𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

⭒ pairing: shanks x f! reader. R 18+ ⭒ requested by @thestrawberryshinigami ⭒ inspired on the song: 𝄞 Dress by Taylor Swift 𝄞 ⭒ tw: MDNI. maybe a little bit angsty. cheating. aphrodisiacs. fingering. vag. oral. sex in elevator| wc: 2k ⭒ masterlist a song + a character event

“We can’t let this happen again, (Name).-” he says, putting back his suit. Troubled.

His red hair, a little wet from sweating, falls so beautifully over his caramel skinned face. The scars on his left eye always look so attractive at night.

“Shanks… but, I-“ you murmur, fixing the strap of your beautiful crimson dress.

Your hair looks messy, and you wonder why you had it done before the party if you were to get in bed with him.

His strong manly hand reaches for yours; he helps you stand up from the bed of that hotel room kilometres away from home. He has left your city a while ago, but you worked together. Him, the CEO of a company he always wanted to create; You, the boss of your city’s subsidiary. Still, both, best friends since school days.

“They will be waiting for us, come on” he whispers. His grip is delicate, and yet still dominant. The façade in which he is a serious entrepreneur feels so fake to you. Shanks is to you, a free, playful boy. Kinda addicted to alcohol, too.

You nod; looking at the floor with eyes on fire looking for tears to cool them down. His index, reaching for your chin, lifts it up. Gazes meeting, it’s hard for him to process what just happened in between you two.

As you stand up, in silence, you take some air. You need to tell him the truth. None of this has been a coincidence, but a consequence of your forever crush with him.

“Shanks, I… I don’t want to be your bes-“ you say, as he walks out the door of that messy room. But his phone chimes loudly, and there is no point in keep on talking now.

You walk outside too, following him from behind. Your heels are a pain to walk in, specially because your legs have been left trembling. He did it to you. When he used his fingers inside you, when he devoured you. And the way his grunts still sound in your head.

The hall of the third floor seems to disappear and the only thing you can see, is the wide back of the man you love wearing that formal attire… if they only knew how dirty we were when we were kids…

Shanks turns around when he finally stop talking on the phone. His fiancée, a woman you know he never loved, asked him about his day. 

“Hey, come on” he stretches his arm towards you.

You give him a soft smile; a painful smile. “Yes… Sorry I am not… I’m coming” you murmur, taking a closer look at the commissure of his lips before getting into the elevator.

When you two get inside, and the air feels low. You take your thumb to his lips. Dragging it over them, he widens his beautiful red eyes. “Wh- what is it?” he stutters, grabbing your wrist with strength.

“You had lipstick marks…” you sigh, swinging your hand to make him let go of your arm and turn around.

Some seconds, or perhaps even less, separate your actions from his.

Shanks, so irresistibly, passes his arm around your waist from behind. His body pressed against yours, your back on his chest, your ass on his lap. His nose buried in your neck, inhaling your scent as if it was the last time.

“I didn’t mean for this to be this way” he whispers in pain, resting his body weight on your back.

“I didn’t mean for this to be this way, either…” you lie. And you don’t. Because even if you could feel he made love to you, he is marrying another woman anyway.

The 2 turns to 1 in the elevator display, so he lets go. But you felt as if he didn’t want it to.

A luxurious gathering explodes in your faces. Shanks sake company have become very popular, expanding to almost every country in the world. Things have changed since the very first time.

As you walk by his side, people nod and smile at you two. They are all hungry to become closer to you. Everybody knows you two are best friends; but nobody knows how much you love him. Much less, what has just happened a few floors above the party.

While he is trapped by investors and influential people, you decide to walk to your table. The refined music of a live orchestra only sounds like buzzing sounds in your head. Your skin still feels warm from sex, and you could swear your cheeks show a certain glow too.

Your colleagues salute you, but as soon as they start chatting and blabbering about work, you can’t keep up with their conversation. Instead, your eyes can only fix on the image of your red-haired lover, friend, boss?

Soon the food arrives, and you simply focus on it -even if you can’t eat a single piece of it-. But, the wine does enter into your system as if it was a sacred elixir in which you depend not to lose your head.

But your eyes, they keep looking for his gaze. Because he has left his arms marked into your body, and there is nothing that could erase the feeling. Like a tattoo, his kisses on your neck and the rest of your body have been left.

The maître offers you yet another cup. And whenever he does, you notice Shanks burning stare from the main table, looking at you. It feels like paralyzing, like a strong force making you weak.

Taking the risk, however, of becoming as drunk as a pirate, you take one, two, three cups of that red, strong beverage. Like acrid blood meaning to soothe the need to stand up and kiss his lips endlessly into the night, ignoring the rest of the people.

Your colleagues have noticed. His too. Who cares right now, if the songs have become slower and sexier, and the lights around have tinted everything in crimson hues.

The presentation of a new product is about to start, and as Shanks stands up, he walks to the scenery fixing the red tie he used to tie your wrists earlier.

He speaks on the microphone, like a showman. Charismatic and handsome, even making straight men to doubt about his sexualities.

The new product, a sake infused with several spices, ginseng, and strawberries, presented like the ultimate aphrodisiac for refined clients. The name, a total surprise, is about to be revealed…

“ We have worked a lot with one of my most adored colleagues to develop this amazing new product that you all will be able to enjoy briefly. I wanna thank her, and what better way to do so than naming the product after her…” he says, lifting the cup on the hand that surrounded your neck a few hours ago.

You widen your eyes, receiving the cup in your hand for you to cheer. “Say my name and I won’t be able to hold back…” you think, with lips separated and your eyes fixed on his.

“The name of this sexy bottle will be… [RED (Name)]! Thank you so much for collaboration, my dear… best friend and colleague. Cheers to you. Applause, please!” he chimes, so immorally, playing with the strings of your hearts and the innocence of everyone around.

Your colleagues make you stand up, as they proudly clap to your figure. They all taste the honeys of your work with him, they all claim is the best cup of alcohol his tongue have tasted.

Your legs feel like dropping. Your eyes trying not to burst. The lights messing with your head. A stare that pleads in pain for him to be at least a little merciful with your heart.

The whispering commentaries, that soon reach your ears, make you wanna run away.

“Her dress is as red as the whole bottle”  … yes, and I bought it just for him to take it off me. “Do you think she is indeed Shanks best friend?” … you are right, I am not. “She must be fucking him…” “but he has a fiancee!” “So what?”

Yes… so what?

When the focus finally leaves your body, you sit back down. You chug yet another cup, and then another one. Wine, your special sake, champagne too.

You watch Shanks so nonchalantly go back to his seat, surrounded yet for even more investors. He maintains a façade that feels so fake and yet so real at the same time. Many women surround him, they all clearly flirt with him. And it’s almost impossible to see him now, as their bodies cover his image.

And you can’t take it no more. No more, please… You stand up and leave the party. You can’t handle it no more, so many fake smiles, the stare of the people after your name has been revealed to be the name of his new product. Am I a simple name, Shanks? A sexy inspiration?

The elevator arrives, and you enter. Quick enough so nobody else could get in, repeatedly touching the number three so that the door would close faster.

But just like a hurtful metaphor of the love that won’t leave you alone, a hand stops the doors from closing.

“(Name)…” Shanks says, entering into the elevator and letting the doors to finally close behind him.

“Leave me alone. I don’t want to be in the party no more. Please, go back. They will suspect…” you try to sound convincing, even if your heart would only wish for him to stay.

But your words got cut, by the lips of that man crashing against yours. Your back, hitting the mirrored wall behind you, his overpowering body on yours, your hands pinned over your head.

“I am sorry” he barely mumbles, so that he is quickly back at your lips. Lips infused by the special wine that holds your name. And a name, he wants to repeat so many times while he is buried deep inside.

“No- Shanks… the elevator” you try to warn, muzzled by his insatiable mouth.

He shakes his head, quickly turning around to push the STOP button. Everything tremors, the lights flicker around you and the red emergency light now tints you two in gloomy ambience.

The high cut of the skirt of your dress seems a good place for him to slip his hand, until reaching the thin string of your panties. He pulls them down, exposing a throbbing core that instantly pleads for his intrusion.

“God, this dress looks so good on you” he sighs, as he slides his index inside you. His mouth pulls down the cleavage exposing your breasts so that he could devour them.

You moan, with the back of your head hitting the mirror behind. “I only bought this dress for you to take it off, Shanks… take it off”

Shanks grunts, he can’t take it no more. He doesn’t care, he doesn’t give a fuck about the world but to be inside of you.

He lets go of you and take his fingers to your mouth. “Taste yourself, this is why I named the sake after you… cause I knew you would be this delicious”

You sigh, the air in your lungs isn’t enough, nor around the place. You simply let the straps of your dress to fall down the ground, while a soft chime of some kind of alarm mix in between your panting.

Shanks lowers his zipper down, exposing, one more time the sex that’s been so many times in your fantasies. It’s yet again so hard, so tempting…

You lift his white shirt up, so that your eyes can get drunk on the image of his bronzed skin abs. Your palm feeling the warmth of his flesh; he is so hot; he burns in desire… a desire so unstoppable for you.

Once again, after maybe a few pumps to get ready, he pushes you back. Guiding his sex into you, and then lifting your leg up enough to be able to get so deep inside of your walls.

Clenching to his shaft, your insides spasms, milking him so violently. You take each and every single of his thrusts, carving your nails on his shoulders. Your tongues playing lustfully in and out of your mouths, with strings of saliva coating everything around your lips.

Shanks fucks so dominantly, beating down, subduing your will to his insatiable hips and desires. You let him use your body as a personal fleshlight, because you can’t say no to his needs.

It’s a matter of minutes, or maybe less, for your climax to arrive. Pleading for mercy, your eyes become watery as the peak point hits you. But there is no mercy in his stare, the more you ask him to stop, the more he will go rougher.

“Sha-shanks… I’m… coming… please no more…” “No more? We still have all night long… I am addicted to you; remember why I named my sake after you”  

After all, both let it happen again…

#shanks #akagami no shanks #shanks x reader #shanks x you #one piece x reader #shanks one piece #shanks hc #one piece x y/n #one piece #one piece shanks #shanks headcanons #shanks x y/n #oh royal lust event #red haired shanks #shanks imagine #sashi ya #one piece x you #one piece x oc #sashi-ya #shanks smut

[hidingoutbackstage]

Still in shock that they took all the songs down BECAUSE??? IT JUST LEAVES US WITH MORE QUESTIONS THAN ANSWERS???

I KNOW?? Like okay here’s everything weird about the situation because it’s only 7 am I feel like I need lay it all out to process this. So, timeline time I guess! (I combined several images into one a few times bc of Tumblr’s 10 image per post limit but I hope everything still makes sense)

Starting January 5, the Ever After High Spotify (and Apple Music I guess although I was only checking the Spotify) began posting songs as singles. The first was called “Can’t Get Me Down” which had a screenshot of Raven from the episode “Rebel’s Got Talent” as the album cover.

Following that, two weeks later, on January 19, we get a song called “Unbreakable” which also has a screenshot of Raven from the show, from the “The Tale of Legacy Day” episode. At this point the songs are gaining attraction because what the heck, Ever After High content in 2024? Is it coming back?

People are also pointing out that Mattel renewed their licenses for some Ever After High stuff, but also companies do that all the time and I think they did it specifically for their webisodes so that they couldn’t be reposted/reuploaded to YouTube or whatever by a party that wasn’t them. It makes sense (Also I can’t actually verify which if any things they did actually renew because all I heard was people claiming that I never saw any proof)

Also at this point, both songs have given Allison Bloom composing credit, which fans thought made sense since Allison Bloom was also a composer on Ever After High content before

ONE week after “Unbreakable”, instead of two like last time, on January 26, we get the third song, Destiny, with a screenshot of promo art for the Epic Winter storyline of Briar, Crystal, Ashlynn, and Rosabella. Once again, composing credit to Allison Bloom. People are so confused, lots of people are reaching out to Mattel’s social media trying to make sense of it all. Also this song in particular had the trademark misspelled as “Ever Aftert High” which could be the reason for something happening later

Actually, before Destiny was released, someone on Reddit apparently got in contact with Bloom and asked if she had any insight as to what was up with the songs, and Bloom said, “I honestly don't know because I am not currently working on the project. Your note was the first I had heard of it. Wish I had more to tell you!” which led people to suspect Mattel was making AI generated songs but using Bloom’s name to release them, possibly because they still had a contract with her (though that is purely speculation)

Same Redditor also emailed Mattel customer support, who gave a very corporate response, but in their email used the phrase “AI-generated songs uploaded to the EAH Spotify list” blatantly calling the music AI generated in this email

One week after “Destiny”, on February 2, we get “Brand New Day” which is another single with another screenshot from the show as the cover, this time of Crystal Winter from the Epic Winter episodes

Three days after “Brand New Day”, on February 5, people realize that “Destiny” has been taken down, but ONLY Destiny. Some speculate this is due to the typo in the trademark upon release. The rest stay up

One week after “Brand New Day”, on February 9, the song “Forever Friends” with art of Raven and Apple as the cover is uploaded

Later that same day on February 9, “Forever Friends” and all the other remaining songs, “Brand New Day”, “Unbreakable”, and “Can’t Get Me Down” have all been taken off the Spotify (and Apple Music) list

#sid rants #sid answers #thesilliestofgals #ever after high #THIS IS SO CONFUSING #i hope this timeline makes sense lol

[jtargaryen18]

His Inheritance ~ Chapter 22

Part 22: Doppelganger

Series Masterlist

Words: 4.6k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, non-con, rough sex, explicit sex, slapping, choking, gaslighting, oral sex (M receiving), orgasm denial, threats, domestic violence, references to gun wounds, references to prescription drugs. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

A/N: Thank you to Abra for the emergency beta job. 💕

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Lloyd Hansen’s men wisely gave him a wide berth as he ran for the SUV. His driver’s eyes were wide when he climbed into the back, bleeding like a stuck pig. He didn’t give a shit about the jacket and turtleneck ruined by the shot. The blood running down his white slacks? That pissed him off.

Fucking looks like I forgot my maxi pad.

The driver got the vehicle moving, eyeing him in the mirror every few seconds.

“You good, boss?” he asked in a rare show of bravery.

Lloyd had to laugh, using the heel of his hand to put pressure on the wound to staunch the bleeding. There was no exit wound. The round was still in his fucking shoulder, and he was really hoping it wasn’t a hollow point she got him with.

“Just get me back to the house,” Lloyd directed.

“Who shot you, sir?”

Lloyd shook his head. Yeah, his chest and shoulder hurt like a bitch, but he had to appreciate the totally ludicrous fucking situation.

“Mrs. Rogers shot me,” he told the man with a smirk.

With that, the driver’s gaze went back to the road and stayed. Oh, Lloyd knew most of the men who worked for him were too afraid to react to most things he said. What if their reaction was the wrong one? It made him happy they felt that way. That they feared him. Once in a while when they were fairly confident in their answers, he’d unload on them. Sometimes the attack was verbal. Sometimes it was physical.

Either way, it kept them on their toes.

They reached his place in minutes, his driver pulling into the garage. Lloyd climbed out, the pain in his shoulder and chest worse. He’d have to dig out the fucking bullet, take something for the pain.

“Sir, did you want any… company tonight?” His driver pulled the door further open for him, not meeting his gaze. “Probably don’t feel like it after that.”

Was that a challenge? Lloyd couldn’t have his men thinking he was weak now, could he? Vulnerable? Fuck that.

Besides, Lloyd knew just what he was in the mood for.

“I would like some company,” he told his driver. “Someone special.”

The driver’s gaze met him, perked up and eager to please. “Want me to bring you Milly?”

The girl was a local. Milly didn’t work the streets. She kept a small list of regular clients, and she was one of the rare few who would negotiate for the little extras he required. It was tempting and she was a very good actress most of the time.

Lloyd just wasn’t in the mood for role play. He wanted something authentic.

Lloyd shook his head. “No, bring me the girl from the donut shop. You know the one.”

His driver wasn’t expecting him to say that. The man’s mouth dropped open and then he closed it.

“Something to say, Harry?” Lloyd taunted him.

“She’s not…” Harry’s voice shook. It was satisfying. “She’s not a professional.”

Lloyd walked around him to the side door of his house. “I’m aware. Go get her.”

“Yes, sir.” The reply didn’t sound confident.

Lloyd really didn’t give a shit.

Leaving Harry to bring him his treat, he wandered into his house, flipping on lights as he went and swearing at the trail of blood he was leaving across the floor as he went. Making it to his guest bathroom because it was closest, he flipped on the bright light and winced. When he took in his reflection in the mirror, Lloyd blew out an exhale. He’d looked better.

Stripping off the jacket and shirt, he took in the bullet wound, still seeping blood.

Mrs. Rogers got him good.  

Lloyd chuckled as he reached under the sink, pulled out the medical kit he kept there. He gave himself a local anesthetic to take the edge off and sterilized the forceps while he waited for it to kick in. It took some doing but the bullet came out in one piece. It nicked a rib, might have done deeper damage. He’d have one of the medics that worked for him to take a closer look tomorrow.

By the time he got the wound sterilized and sutured, he heard the door open from the garage. Harry was back. Did he have what he’d asked for?

The girl from the donut shop was terrified of him which he always enjoyed. But that wasn’t why he wanted her.

She looked a lot like Mrs. Rogers.

Harry tapped on the bathroom door as he was climbing into the shower. “Boss?”

"You have what I asked for?"

"Yes, Boss."

It was just the reply he wanted.

“Take her to the room,” he called, grinning as he climbed under the hot spray of water. "Make sure she stays there.”

It would have been really easy to just pull on a robe to go play with his new toy, but Lloyd was proud of his showmanship. He took his time cleaning up, heading up to his room. He picked out black slacks, a black and white argyle sweater.

By the time he finished his hair, Lloyd grinned. His little guest had to be drowning in anxiety by now and he couldn’t wait to smell that perfume. It was one of his favorite scents.

Harry waited in front of the door of the room where Lloyd liked to entertain certain guests.

“Has our guest given you any trouble?” Lloyd asked him, not trying to keep his voice down.

Harry shook his head. “Can I get you anything else, boss?”

“That will be all,” Lloyd told him.

He waited for Harry to make it down the hall before he opened the door and let himself in, curious as to what he would find.

The girl he’d sent Harry to fetch him, he didn’t remember what her name was, sat on the edge of the king-sized bed with her hands twisted in her lap and her teeth worrying that full lower lip.

Her eyes were on him then, wide in fear. Lloyd shook his head. While that tiny bit of blood on her lip pleased him, he was disappointed in the lack of effort.

This was going to take a fuck-ton of suspension of disbelief. The young woman looked enough like the woman he wanted to be her sibling.

But she apparently had little of Mrs. Rogers’ spirit. Lloyd just knew if he’d managed to ger her in his little playroom, she would have been working on a way out of there. Lloyd wouldn’t have been able to take his time with his grooming as he had tonight.

It got him hard just thinking about it.

“Please, Mr. Hansen.” Tears were welling up in those big eyes. “I… I don’t understand w-what I’m doing here?”

Strolling over to her, her came to a stop right in front of her, making her look up at him.

“You’re here because I wanted you here,” he told her with a smile. “You’re here because someone else isn’t.”

The confusion was easy to read on her lovely face. Now that she had in common with Mrs. Rogers. Both were an open book.

“Now get up. I didn’t say you could sit on my bed,” he told her in a friendly tone. “You need to earn that.”

She didn’t hesitate, scrambling off the bed to stand a few feet away from him. Casually, Lloyd took her seat, watching her as she stood there squirming under his gaze.

“Did I do something w-wrong or…”

Boring.

“No,” Lloyd said, blowing out an exhale. “You’re here because you look like someone I want.”

That stopped her in her tracks. She was honest-to-God trembling when he rose from the bed.

“Someone who shot me,” he said casually.

When he marched forward and backhanded her, he sent her flying. Unsurprisingly, she curled up like a kicked puppy on the floor, holding a hand to her cheek.

“I’m s-sorry,” she stammered.

“You’re not yet, princess,” he told her with smirk. “But you will be.”

Marching towards her again, it was all he could do not to laugh as she scuttled away from him like a little crab. She misjudged his reach, trying not to scream when her grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her back to the bed.

It wasn’t hard at all for him to drop her onto the floor at the end of the huge bed, to loom over her until she was lost in his shadow. Lloyd took his time in returning to his seat there. Once he’d settled, he grinned at her.

“Strip.”

“W-what?” Her wide-eyed bit was getting old fast, but he loved that little o shape she made with her mouth.

When he went to get up, she held her hands up in surrender. “Okay.”

“Stand up,” he ordered.

She shook like a leaf as she pulled herself off the floor. Her hands shook so badly, he wasn’t sure she’d be able to work the buttons of the simple blue shirt she wore. He’d seen her wear it at the shop where she worked – a shop on Rogers’ territory no less – and it ruined the illusion for him.

Beneath it was a cream-colored lacy bra. Much better. He could see Mrs. Rogers wearing that. She pushed down the jeans, revealing panties that matched that bra. They were modest.

Lloyd grinned. “Get rid of the socks.”

When she peeled those off, Lloyd saw that her little feet were perfect. The toenails were painted. He wasn’t crazy about that. Mrs. Rogers’ feet were different. They often had blisters and marks from her dancing. Her long toes were all crammed together no doubt from hours being taped up to fit in pointe shoes.

And Lloyd loved watching her dance. It was something that was just his. Her own husband at this point had never seen her dance. Lloyd could say he liked the graceful moves of her dance.

Honestly, he loved her discipline more. There was no teacher there. Just her, working to perfect her movements in the mirrors they’d installed in her studio. That was dedication to her craft, hard work to be the best of the best.

He respected that.

When she reached behind her to unfasten the bra, Lloyd shook his head. “Leave it for now,” he told her. “Put the socks back on.”

He didn’t miss her confusion, but she didn’t hesitate, covering those feet back up in those simple navy socks. With those piggies covered, Lloyd decided they could proceed.

The young woman had a nice figure like Mrs. Rogers. She didn’t have the same muscle tone. She was softer but then that could be said of her entire being. Soft. She worked in a donut shop making baked treats for people to pay her way through grad school. The donuts that didn’t make it to the case he picked from each day? She took them out in bags and gave them to hobos on the street near her apartment. She volunteered at an animal shelter on the weekends.

Boring.

Eventually, she’d find a boring young man and marry him, have kids. If all that inherent goodness and softness didn’t get her naïve little ass killed first.

She didn’t have the fire Mrs. Rogers had.

That fire made the woman he wanted special. Like the woman before him, she was young and lacking in life experience. She was a ballet dancer for fuck’s sake. She couldn’t have fought him off if she’d tried but she knew that. She couldn’t outrun him or talk her way out of it.

And he dared her to pull the trigger when she pointed that gun at him. It had been impressive. There had been fear in those big eyes, in her too-still stance.

And then she had pulled the fucking trigger. The shock on her face had matched what he felt. But she got over it, aimed at him again. He was fucking lucky she missed the second time.

It was a matter of time before he got what he wanted. Got her. Until then, he’d make do. They were both prettier than his normal preference, but all the plumbing was the same.

Lloyd spread his thighs wide where he sat at the end of the bed, pointing to the space on the carpet between them. “You sit right here,” he instructed, pointing to the spot.

Like she was bound for the gallows, she slowly walked closer, sinking to her knees just where he wanted. Annoyingly, she kept her head bowed.

“Eyes on me, princess,” Lloyd told her, waiting patiently for her to look up and meet his gaze.

“You sorry she shot me?” he asked after a moment.

He watched her throat work as she tried to swallow down the fear. He liked how that action looked. Only it wasn’t fear she would be swallowing. Finally, she nodded.

Lloyd slapped her little face. Not hard enough to hurt. But he meant for it to sting. Her mouth gaped open in her fear. It was doing wonders for his dick.

“I didn’t catch that.” Lloyd smirked at her. “Are you sorry she shot me?”

An eager nod this time. “I-I’m so sorry.”

Lloyd slapped her again, the other cheek. “Boring. Are you sorry you shot me?”

Tears welling up in those big eyes. Better. He liked the way her lower lip trembled as she contemplated what to say. He was about to slap her again when she spoke.

“I’m sorry,” she pleaded. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t… I didn’t m-mean to hurt you.”

He made the next slap hurt, knocking her off balance. For a beat, she stayed down.

“Don’t disappoint me,” he told her, chuckling. “You sure as shit did mean it. Didn’t you?”

She froze, cowering on the carpet. She wasn’t getting it.

Faster than she could react, he leaned down to grab her face in his hand, clamped on it like a vice. Hauling her up that way, he got in her face. “Did you mean it?” he demanded.

“Yes.” It was garbled because of the way he held her face, but it was what he was looking for.

“You’re going to make it up to me, right?” Lloyd wanted to know, releasing her. “You’re going to show me how sorry you are?”

“I’ll d-do whatever you want,” she whined, tears flowing down her face now. Better. “Please, don’t hurt me.”

Lloyd liked her begging. If he squinted, he could pretend it was her. And she would beg for him by the end. He guaran-damn-teed it.

“Actions speak louder than words,” he told her. “How sorry are you?”

Her gaze roamed over his manspreading, and he had to laugh when it occurred to her what he expected. Lloyd waited patiently as she pushed off the floor, and again sat between his thighs. Her hands shook as they moved slowly towards the front of his slacks. The minute she touched him, he slapped her again.

Staring at him wide-eyed, she waited for an answer.

“Oh, princess, you don’t get to just do what you want here,” Lloyd informed her. “You have to ask.”

The fact that she was looking at him like he’d lost his mind played well into the illusion. Mrs. Rogers would have been downright indignant.

Blowing out a nervous exhale, she gathered her strength and looked him in the eye. “Can I please touch you?” she asked slowly.

“Sir.”

“Can I please touch you, sir? Please?”

Now she was getting it. That second plea did it. Lloyd himself undid the fine leather belt, pulled open the front of his slacks, revealing he wore nothing beneath them. Slowly, not breaking eye contact, he pushed them down his hips, past his thighs, and down to pool around his ankles.

Like a good girl, she started moving toward him. He caught her chin first, gently this time.

“Don’t be stupid, princess. I like a little pain but only when I say. I feel a second of teeth and I’ll knock them out of your goddamn head. Is that in any way unclear?”

She shook her head, a quick, desperate movement. Dropping his hand, he leaned back and let her take him in. Again, those small hands reached for him, and he hissed a little because they were cold when she grabbed his shaft. Immediately, she froze.

“Remember what I said,” he told her meaningfully.

She got her hands on him, stroked him carefully. Her movements were unsure but as the seconds passed, she got more confident. When she got her mouth on him, Lloyd realized she’d had experience with cock. She wasn’t half bad. At least she knew what she was doing with her tongue.

Once she got him wet, showed him she wasn’t a novice, Lloyd craved more. His hips started moving until he was fucking her face and she wrapped her lips around her teeth. When she started to resist, he grabbed her ears and held her there. Lloyd loved her fighting his hold, fighting to breathe. She was drooling all over him and it made him so hard, he ached. Finally, he hit an angle that took him to the back of her throat, and he held onto her as she gagged and sputtered. Lloyd painted the inside of her mouth and throat, holding her there to swallow it down. He didn’t let her go until he was sure she had.

The fear in those eyes when he released her blended with the tears streaming from her eyes. Her nose was running. She was already such a mess and that was just the appetizer.

Lloyd grinned at her as he tried to catch his breath. “I love those tears,” he admitted.

She nodded, swiping at her nose and mouth like a cat trying to clean its face. “Okay, I’ll…”

Chuckling, he stood then, stepping out his pants. “Oh, don’t worry. You’re not going to need to pretend. They’ll be real.”

Carefully, because his shoulder still stung, he peeled off the sweater and tossed it away. Her eyes darted to the gauze he’d taped over the wound at his shoulder. Leaning down, he pulled the black leather belt from his slacks and surprised her by looping it around her neck. Threading it through the buckle, he made it into a leash, enjoying the way her jaw dropped at his actions.

Climbing onto the end of the bed, he pulled her up after him. Lloyd stretched out in the middle of the bed, got comfortable on his back. The leather of his belt was wrapped around his fist, wrapped around her neck.

She didn’t touch it. Smart girl.

With his other hand, Lloyd began stroking himself, ready for round two.

“You’re going to have to do the work here, princess.” Lloyd grinned at her. “I’m wounded… Leave the socks on. Take off the rest.”

Reaching behind her, she undid the bra. She had nice breasts, and he couldn’t resist grabbing one, testing its weight in his hand. The young woman wasn’t shaking as badly when she pushed down the panties, seeming resigned to her fate.

When she didn’t seem to know what to do next, he yanked on the belt, urging her toward him. Reluctantly, she straddled him. When he held himself up for her, she positioned herself over him and began to sink down. Her little snatch was tight, and he loved the feeling of splitting her open. All that slick heat was gripping him like a fist.

When he was fully seated, Lloyd pulled on the belt like a reign. “Ride me,” he told.

She was adorably awkward when she started moving. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, she adjusted her stance. Finally, she settled her hands on either side of him, found a position that worked. It felt fucking good, and not just for him. Her body was weeping around him after a couple of minutes, so tight it almost took his breath. Now there was a real bonus.

He kept the makeshift leash in his hand, applying just enough pressure to her lightheaded as she fucked him. With his other hand, he smacked one ass cheek hard.

“Faster,” he ordered.

Her ass was bigger than Mrs. Rogers’ and he liked that. Loved the way it jiggled as she worked him. Yeah, he’d be paying for the exertion later, but Lloyd moved with her. Before long he was doing just as much as she was, fucking up into her with swift, hard thrusts of his hips. Randomly, Lloyd smacked her ass, kept it jiggling as he got closer to getting off.

“Do you ride Daddy’s cock like this, princess?” Lloyd taunted her. “Does he like it?”

Pulling on the belt just a little, her breath caught between riding him, fear, and the oxygen he was slowly denying her. But Lloyd didn’t care about the answer.

“Don’t you dare come,” Lloyd warned her, yanking on the belt again. One small hand came up to try to loosen it, something. Lloyd smacked her face hard, her pussy clenching around him when he did. “You come before I say, I’ll choke you out with this belt.”

That hand went back down to the bed, and she rode him in earnest. That little ass was jiggling, her breasts bouncing. She was struggling to breathe on top of it.

Lloyd punched up into her, making her take him. He alternated between slapping her ass and her face, keeping pressure on the belt to limit her air. He loved the fogginess creeping into her expression. The tears that flowed in her desperation. It had him so close to the edge. His dick was throbbing.

He couldn’t help himself. Lloyd rolled her under him, wrapping his hands around the belt to grab her neck as he powered into her hard. Now, she fought him, her hands trying to pry his away. She gasped for air as he fucked her into the mattress, his hands squeezing.

“You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you, princess?” Lloyd’s voice was rough, release riding him hard. “You’ve been dreaming about being fucked by a real man… No one can fill you up like me, can they?”

More twitching while her hands fought his. Her little pussy was clamped around him like a fucking vice. He squeezed a little more.

"I'm going to take you away from your Daddy," he went on. "You'll be my princess. And I'll fuck you like this every night. No one else can fuck this pussy like me, can they?"

She couldn’t answer him because she didn’t have enough wind. It was just what he wanted.

“Can they?” he yelled, lifting a hand to slap her face while the other kept the pressure one. “Come now, damn it!” He slapped her again. And again. “Come!”

Her pussy started fluttering around him. Her entire body seizing up like it was his to control, not hers, and Lloyd let go. It was so fucking good as he emptied himself into her little body, pumping into her over and over.

Lloyd rolled off her, onto his back. His breath came in a rush, but the endorphins dulled the pain at his shoulder. He was content in that moment. It had been a while since he’d had sex that good.

And the woman gasping and coughing next to him, tears running down her face, wasn’t even the woman he planned to claim. Sex with her? He just hoped he survived it.

Knowing he’d need something for pain if he planned to sleep, Lloyd sat up, unwinding the leather belt from her throat. She looked horrified, one hand looking like it was going to slide down to the mess between her thighs.

“Don’t be like that,” Lloyd told her. “I’m shooting blanks right now. If and when I want to have children, I’ll make that decision.”

And he’d have the vasectomy reversed then. No surprise kids, no pressure points. It was just how he operated.

Grabbing up his clothes, he climbed off the bed to head to his own room. He could feel her eyes on him. Turning, he pointed at the door to the bathroom.

“Go have a soak in the tub,” he told her. “Make yourself comfortable. You’re going to be my guest for a little while, okay?”

Until I get her.

Her body didn’t move, just her eyes. He waited, fully expecting her to start asking questions.

Are you going to kill me?

Please let me go.

No, she just whispered. He barely heard it. “Thank you, sir.”

Huh. She really was smart.

Harry was heading up the hall when he walked out of the room, locking the door behind him. His man waited for instructions.

“What would you like to do with your guest, sir?” Harry asked him, looking more than a little worried about the potential answer to that question.

Lloyd grinned at him. “She’s going to be staying for a little while. I trust you didn’t leave a trail when you went and got her for me.”

“I didn’t, sir.”

Lloyd nodded. “Make sure she has dinner,” he told him before heading for his own bedroom. “And find me some Vicodin, would you? And some vodka?”

“Yes, sir,” Harry called after him.

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Twitter is dumb for writing longer form opinion pieces so I'm going to put this here: On Twitter there's been a lot of heated discussion over the way the IDW artists and writers handle their depictions of the characters. And if you genuinely feel they've done a disservice to them, its fine, your feelings are valid, and the point of this isn't to tell you that you're wrong and that the people working on IDW Sonic are infalible. Where I take issue is people trying to paint them as the sole destructors of this franchise. That artists like Evan Stanley are warping characters like Silver to fit their own preferences or that Ian Flynn is hellbent on destroying a well grounded world so that his visions may overtake it. I'm not being hyperbolic but during my relatively short time in this fandom I have been seeing more and more harsher statements regarding these people under the shield of "criticism". There is nothing wrong with criticism, but how can it be good faith when you're attempting to directly attack their character. You could dismiss it as just banter, but fandom in general tends to have an issue with dehumanizing creators, either by creating a boogeyman out of them or speaking of them as a monolith, and in the Sonic fandom, there's a long history of examples as how nasty this can get with people like Ken Pontac, Warren Graff, Takashi Iizuka and yes, Ken Penders. Ken Penders especially is the grand example of what can happen when this is left unvetted for so long. Is there any reason why people continue to devote so much negative energy to a man who hasn't been relevant to the series in like 20 years? Is this someone that still needs to be a butt of a joke or have hundreds of YouTube documentaries made out of them. All because he made weird hedgehog comics? I could talk about CWC as well and how the internet will never take responsibility for their fate, but that's a whole other road. Admittedly one of my initial responses to the recent discourses directed at Evan's depiction of Silver on Twitter was more emotional, but as I hinted earlier, there has been more and more targeted comments at her, and I felt it especially reached a boiling point once she confirmed on twitter that two background characters in the Trial by Fire arc were gay. Something like this a major change to the status quo of Sonic, so it's not unreasonable to think many see her as a threat to the franchise. Why all of a sudden after her many years of working on Sonic, is there so much attention being put on her like this? So far none of this has anything to do with the contents of IDW Sonic, because I feel thats not really where I take most issue with all this controversy. But I did some more thinking and I will still engage this. As far as I know, IDW Sonic is not some unmanageable operation. SEGA/Sonic Team are heavily involved in its production, as a response to what transpired with Archie Sonic. It's stories and new characters all go through a thorough vetting process, there's a lot of back forth to ensure whatever gets printed meets their apparent standards. And yes, this gets as strict as the facial expressions.

I agree that facial expressions are an integral part of understanding the soul of a character. It is something that should not be taken for granted. I personally don't feel that the artists in question break off more than what is necessary given the context of the situations and the medium of comics itself, but again, if you feel otherwise, then I don't think the blame is just solely on the artist when the approval process is this tight. People like Evan and Ian are freelancers at a third-party company handling the IP. I don't think they have as much leverage as people seem to think they do, ESPECIALLY during the early run of the comic. Again, you can say that the artists dropped the ball here, but I think SEGA had all the power to give them the appropriate notes and those artists would have complied because well... they're professional artists. And if this is something they're truly incapable of being subordinate to, then they could've been terminated from their jobs a long time ago. Now don't misconstrue this as me trying to say "WELL IF SEGA APPROVED IT, THAT MEANS ITS GOOD ACTUALLY XDDD". No actually, if SEGA approved it, and things still aren't up to par, that means there must be a systematic failure that goes down the entire line. In fact I'm willing to bet most critics would agree with that since there seems to be a sentiment that Sonic as whole has been in limbo for a very long time, it goes way beyond IDW. Games like Shadow the Hedgehog and Sonic 06 are apparently ones that Sonic Team will never be able to live down. Sonic Forces was also seen as a large failure, and as a result, demands for an actual proper game were pretty high when Frontiers was announce And then the day the IGN Gameplay footage dropped, I was demoralized to read many foul things being said about Sonic Team and Morio Kishimoto. It made shockwaves throughout the internet, with every content creator and influencer hopping on board. It wasn't just about graphical/gameplay concerns, it was straight up calling their competence into question, calling for the team to be terminated and replaced by people who could supposedly do a better job. I'm sorry, as much as I've grown to love this franchise, I can not value the perceived quality of a product over the hearts and efforts of artists who work under strenuous conditions to make it possible. People's tones have cooled since the game's release, but I don't think being "proven wrong" is what should've been required to respect these people. Hell, even YUJI UEKAWA, whose artwork is supposedly the gold standard for how Modern Sonic should be depicted, and whom many of his contemporaries are compared to, has recently been under scrutiny by fans, saying that he's become a worse artist over time. At the end of the day, remember we're talking about living breathing people. Don't turn them into scapegoats when everything about creating works is a collaborative process. There are no heroes or villains. Their humanity should be respected when critiquing their work, and the same when praising them. I don't think most people actually enjoy being put on such a high pedestal anyway.

#lots of tangents probably but whatever #need to get the last of this off my chest

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Pixie Dust | Shooting Star

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"Whoa, did you see that?" you shout over the music, pointing dramatically off to the left.

Reed squints in the direction you're pointing. "See what?" he slurs into your ear.

You let out an irritated sigh. This is definitely the last time you volunteer as the designated sober friend at a party. It's never any fun when everyone else is too blitzed to even see the giant glowing streak that just shot through the sky.

"The big glowing streak across the sky?" you gesture toward the small crop of trees on the other side of the backyard where it seemed to have gone.

Reed shakes his head, jostling against you slightly as he hoists up his orange solo cup. "Shooting star! Make a wish! I wish for SHOTS!" he lets out a bellowing laugh. "SHOTS!" he yells again to which others parrot just as loudly back at him.

"Why am I here again?" you mutter, rolling your eyes as Reed turns back to the other party-goers standing out on the deck of the third-...no, fourth, frat house you've been to for the night. Someone holds up a bottle of liquor, a resounding agreement coming from the crowd as they begin to pour some into their cups and toss them back.

"To my best friend!" you hear Reed's voice announce as you take a few steps towards the stairs that lead from the deck down to the backyard. You glance back, seeing Reed in his slutty Buzz Lightyear costume downing his shot, he flicks the empty cup away with a smirk. "I love yo- wait, where are you going?" he whines loudly, finally realizing you've stepped away.

"Anywhere that's not here," you snark sarcastically to yourself before forcing a large smile and turning back towards your friend.

He's pouting, arms folded across his chest, his other cup dangerously close to spilling down his front. He petulantly stomps a white booted foot, eyes glued to you until you take a few steps back toward the rabble on the deck. "Don't leave me! I need my kitty here to keep me company. Plus," he immediately morphs back into party mode as soon as you're by his side, "Killian has been eyeing you all night, don't make me cause a scene."

You have to tamp down your irritation. The last thing you want is Killian-fucking-Lawson to be trying to feel you up. You had almost dated him last semester, he's cute and somewhat charming...at least until he's drinking. Then he turns into the monster from the black lagoon on steroids, all grabby hands, and sloppy tongue. Let's not even talk about the leering eyes and wandering thoughts of other women, thoughts he doesn't seem to be able to filter or keep to himself after even the smallest amount of alcohol.

"No thanks," you gag mockingly, turning a little to avoid facing the direction you know Killian is standing in.

"No fun!" Reed yells. He opens his mouth to continue, probably to spout something about your somewhat embarrassing dry spell, but he's knocked from behind and is sent straight into you making you stumble back a few steps and ultimately get drenched in Reed's drink.

Reed fumes, he spins around and starts yelling at the douchebags that bumped into him. Of course, it would be Colt and Jackson, the chapter President and VP of the frat whose party you're currently at. They ignore his rant, skirting around him. They're being rowdy, smacking each other on the back as they head toward the stairs off the deck. You see Colt carrying a large bag of...fireworks?

"That can't be good," you furrow your brow, watching them disappear into the darkness of the backyard. The light from the deck barely reaches a few feet beyond the railing.

You take a step toward the stairs, fully intent on following the douchebags. The last thing you need to add to your night is an out-of-control fire started by those nitwits. "No! Where are you going now?!" Reed whines. "Napkins are the other way!"

You throw up a hand, shooing him back to the party as he tries to make his way through the crowd toward you. "I'll be right back," you shout. You catch one last glimpse of him shrugging before he's surrounded by bodies again.

You love your best friend, you really do. But sometimes you have to wonder how you're friends at all. You and Reed are complete opposites. He loves to party and is a social butterfly; whereas, you are a bit more of an introvert who appreciates rainy days with books and cozy sweaters. He had begged you to come party with him. 'It's Halloween, we have to go out' he had insisted. So, here you are, clad in a now liquor doused skin tight black bodysuit with a cat ear headband. You barely let Reed draw whiskers on your face with black eyeliner and you completely derailed his attempt at making you wear a pair of black stilettos, choosing to wear your trusty pair of black combat boots, instead. You insisted they were more badass for a wanna-be cat woman anyway.

Thankful for said boots, you thump down the steps after the drunk frat guys with fireworks. The further you go into the backyard, the darker it gets and the softer the music is. Eventually, the sound of the music is replaced by the obnoxious voices of Colt and Jackson. You're about to call out, to try and pinpoint their location when you see sparks of blinding light shoot from somewhere inside the crop of trees at the far end of the backyard.

Well, fuck. You quicken your pace, jogging the rest of the way across the backyard. You stop just outside the tree line. Listening for their voices, you wait a second.

"Where'd the lighter go, man?"

Ah hah. There we go. You push aside a low branch and step beyond the tree line. You pull your phone from the top of your boot, clicking on the flashlight function and holding it out in front of you.

"Colt? Jackson? How about you guys hand over the fireworks to the sober person?" you call out, your voice sounding oddly muffled within the trees. You sweep your phone in front of you, revealing a dirt path off to the side. You take a few steps through the underbrush to the pathway. Stepping onto the path you let out a small squeal, feeling the silky thread of a spider web across your face. You swat at the air, flashlight strobing wildly across the tree branches as you flail. You huff out a frustrated sigh, brushing your free hand over your face and hair one last time before. "Guys? Come on, be responsible for once!" you yell, then mutter to yourself "Might be better to just let you burn this place down, teach you a lesson or some shit."

Continuing down the path, you listen for any kind of response. Just as you're about to open your mouth to call out again, you see a dim light up ahead. Finally, fuckers. You glance back the way you came, hoping to see the lit-up frat house in the distance but all you can see are trees and darkness. You shrug, turning your attention back to the dim light.

Leave it to the drunk assholes to abandon their own party in favor of lighting off probably illegal fireworks in the woods, in the middle of the night. You mentally curse the both of them, truly intent on giving them a generous tongue lashing when you find them. You're so caught up in your mental tirade that you miss the gossamer strands of spun glitter hanging from the trees as you approach the light.

Your eyes come up from the dirt path as you enter into the illuminated area. Stopping in your tracks you balk at the scene before you. There is a small clearing off to the side, where the light is coming from, just off the dirt path. You were expecting Colt and Jackson, hands full of fireworks but instead, you seem to have stumbled upon someone else...something else.

The man is laid on his side in the clearing, wreathed in purple and white wildflowers. The light seems to be emanating from the flowers and the surrounding trees. It's like someone sprinkled silver Christmas tinsel on the branches and the flowers are covered in the juice from glow sticks. That must be it, right? Flowers don't just naturally glow on their own.

The man shifts, a soft grunt coming from him. You're too far away to make out his features, but you can see he has a mop of blond hair and he's dressed in a flowy white blouse and linen pants. He is barefoot which you find a little odd considering where he is. A flicker of movement behind him catches your eye. You step closer, leaving the dirt path. Maybe he needs help; a drunk partygoer lost in the woods.

"Ugh," one of his hands comes up and goes to his left temple. His eyes flutter open, meeting yours. His eyes go wide and he snaps up-right, wincing and swaying where he is seated in the grass.

"Hey, easy. Are you okay? Are you lost?" you take a few timid steps toward him. You thumb the screen on your phone, turning off the flashlight and shoving the device back into the top of your boot. You hold out your hands, palms toward him showing you mean no harm.

He tilts his head to the side, eyeing you with barely suppressed wonder. "Hmm," he hums, nodding slightly.

"Were you at the Theta party? I followed Colt and Jackson out here, dumbasses had fireworks," you shake your head with a rueful chuckle. "I can help you get back if you need it, doesn't look like you're in much shape for walking by yourself." You squat down, getting eye level with the man.

You can really see him now. He's absolutely stunning. His eyes are a dark chocolate, skin a soft golden hue, and his lips are so plump you consider for a second asking what brand chapstick he uses. His clothes definitely fit a Halloween party. His shirt is thin, flowy, like something you'd see the male lead wear during a ballet performance of Swan Lake. Not that you would know, you've only been to a theatre a few times and never to see Swan Lake, but you can use your imagination well enough. His pants have a little dirt on the knees, as well as the bottoms of his feet.

"Theta party?" his question pulls you from your study of him.

"What? Oh, yeah. Umm, the costume party at the Theta Mu house?" you jab your thumb over your shoulder back toward the direction you came from.

His laugh is tinkling, like a silver bell. It's charming and you can't hold back the smile it brings to your face. "Costume," he muses softly, bringing a hand up to your cat ear headband. Oh right, you almost forgot what you're wearing.

Your cheeks color and you duck your head back away from his hand. "Uh, yeah, so...if you need help getting back, maybe we should...uh, you know-"

You catch a faint glimmer over his shoulder again. He narrows his eyes for a moment before rolling his shoulders like he's easing tension. You find yourself flat on your ass on the dirt path, having yelped and flinched backward so hard you lost your balance. Your eyes are wide, transfixed on the shimmering pastel blue and white wings protruding from behind him.

"You okay?" he asks, an amused smirk on his face.

"Wicked costume," you whisper. "Those things must have cost a fortune. What is that, animatronic? Fiber optics? They look so real, like the wings of a mystical butterfly or something," you ramble in awe.

"Costume," he chuckles, his eyes crinkling in a really cute way. "Butterfly. Is that what you think I am?"

For a moment you think you might have offended him by guessing his costume incorrectly. "Well, I mean...not exactly. Angel, maybe. A fairy, perhaps. Pixie, even," as you babble, trying to make the situation right, his eyes take on an amused cast. "Just...beautiful, is what I'm trying to say. I like them. Definitely better than catwoman."

"Cat woman. That's you?" he asks softly.

"Something like that," you laugh nervously, eyes dropping to the ground in front of you.

A hand in front of your face brings your attention back up. The man is standing now, holding a hand out to help you up. You slowly slip your hand into his, marveling at how smooth and warm his skin is against yours and mentally cringing at how rough your hand must feel to him. You make a mental note to buy some more hand cream next time you go to the shop.

"I like it," he smiles. "Pretty."

You shuffle awkwardly, pulling your hand from his. "So, uh, the party. We should get back." You rub your thumb across your fingers, feeling a thin sheen of something coating them now. You glance down and it looks like the palm of your hand is coated in cosmetic highlighter. You brush it off on your thigh, shaking your head a little confused. Did it come from him? Maybe you really should get going, things are starting to get a little weird...as if they weren't already.

"Wait," his voice halts you before you can turn and start down the path. "I...umm, I did not come from the party."

"Oh," you furrow your brow, feeling your uncertainty increasing. "Where did you come from then?"

His smile is slow, lips turning up in a sly way. His wings flick slightly, a little shower of glitter flutters into the air behind him. "Somewhere far, far away."

Well, you thought this guy was cute but now you're just feeling annoyed on top of the growing paranoia. "Okay, well, Mr. Butterfly, I'll be heading back to my party and you can go back to wherever far, far away is."

He catches your shoulder as you begin to turn, spinning you back to face him. "Please don't leave me...I actually could use your help."

You purse your lips, letting out an irritated sigh. "Okay?"

"You see," he takes a step closer to you, your bodies separated by just a few inches. His voice wraps around you and the glowing flowers and strands of glimmer hanging from the trees intensify in brightness. You blink up at him, suddenly feeling a little cotton-headed, "I need to replenish my power."

"Power?" you mumble in question.

He nods, lifting a hand up to capture your chin with his fingers. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip as he speaks. "It seems my foray with the princess wasn't approved of by the king. Me, merely a dancer of the court, found myself beguiled by that bitch and now I'm the one that seems to have been exiled...to this," he waves his other hand in the air, "wherever this is."

None of it makes sense, you know it doesn't. But the way he speaks has you hanging on to every word, your heart screaming that he's telling the truth while your mind battles to be the realist. "I don't-"

"Of course not, it's okay. I know how it may sound," he chuckles softly. "But, if you help me recover my strength, I promise to show you...maybe even take you with me."

"How?"

"Easy, my sweet, I just need to pull a little of your essence in. It's harmless, I promise," he closes the gap between your bodies, leaning down and whispering into your ear, "and it'll feel really good."

You swallow against the thickness in your throat, mouth suddenly dry and thoughts completely muddled. "W-who are y-you?" you manage to stutter out as his lip brush over the shell of your ear.

His breath is warm against your neck, voice husky and low, "my name is Jimin."

"Jimin," you repeat, licking your lips, eyes fluttering closed.

"And you'll be my good little kitten, right?" he asks, his free hand settling on your hip. You make a barely audible noise in agreement. How can you say no? You are dressed up as catwoman, after all. "Good girl. I just need a little taste." His tongue leaves a wet streak along the side of your neck.

You're unable to suppress the wanton moan that escapes you. "What about the party?" you slur out as the ecstasy feeling subsides marginally.

"We'll have our own party, kitten. Then I'll take you back to my realm and you can watch me usurp the king," he chuckles devilishly.

You shake your head, eyes opening as you try to dispel the cloud muffling your thoughts. "Jimin. King? Realm?" You desperately want it to make sense.

He pulls back, eyes meeting yours. His hand on your chin begins to gently caress your jaw. "Just listen," he breathes softly, voice pulling you in again. "I am not of this world, kitten. I come from a magical realm, parallel to this one." His eyes are so kind as he speaks, they shimmer in the light of the glowing flowers. You can't look away. "Passing into your realm depleted the majority of my power. Normally, that would be enough to keep one of my kind here in exile, but I know the ways of power siphoning and mixing. So, with your help, I can gain enough strength to make it back to my realm."

You're so caught up in his eyes and the sound of his voice that you're barely registering his actual words. "So, you're not a butterfly," you whisper, blinking your eyes slowly. Has he always been this handsome? Is that glitter dusted on his cheeks? You find yourself lifting a hand and brushing a finger over the apple of his cheek, mesmerized by the shimmer that transfers to your finger.

He breaks out into a large grin. "Not a butterfly," he confirms. "So, will you help me get home, kitten?"

"What do I need to do?" you ask, meekly.

"So, that means you'll help?" he prompts, relinquishing the hold his power is currently having over you. He wants this decision to be of your own accord, not influenced unfairly by him.

"Yes." You state it firmly, feeling like it's the first genuinely clear thought you've had during the entire conversation you've been having.

His eyes light up with triumph. That's all he needs, your consent.

"Thank you, kitten, you won't regret this." You're about to ask what it is you need to do but his lips silence your inquiry. They're even plusher than you initially thought, you can already taste the subtle sweetness coating them without even having to open your mouth. He smells intoxicating, your breath coming in shallow pulls through your nose as your eyes flutter shut again.

His tongue pokes out from between his lips, tracing over yours. You slowly part your lips, savoring the way his wet tongue glides between them as it enters your mouth. He tastes faintly like cotton candy. The moment your tongue touches his you feel a surge between your thighs, it tingles all the way up your body until it reaches your lips. That's a weird sensation, but it's not unpleasant...no, in fact, it gives you a spike of adrenaline. You moan loudly, though it's muffled by his mouth, feeling brave now. The hand you had brought up to his cheek slides into the hair above his ear, anchoring him to you as you battle his tongue for dominance inside your mouth. He drops his hand from your jaw down to your other hip and uses his hold on you to pull you against himself. You can feel his erection begin to grow, pressing against your lower stomach.

Your heart is hammering as he breaks away from the kiss. His lips trail along your jawline to just below your ear. You feel his tongue lave out, flicking against your earlobe before nipping it with his teeth. "Ah-uh, J-Jimin...how is this," you pant, trying to catch your breath, "helping?"

"This is how I take some of your essence, kitten," one of his hands leaves your hip, snaking between your bodies and harshly rubbing his hand over you through your bodysuit.

You suck in a surprised breath, having not expected that at all. "That seems so-" another harsh circle has you trying to jerk back but his grip on your one hip has you locked in place, "naughty," you huff out.

"Mmm, kitten, you're so responsive, I love it," he purrs into your ear. "There are less pleasant ways to do this, but I'd rather enjoy myself and repay you for your kindness at the same time. Don't you want me?" he pulls back a little so he can meet your eyes. Those damn eyes, they have you sighing in utter and complete defeat. Not that it would take much more persuasion anyway. That dry spell you thought about earlier? Yeah, it's been a while...well, perhaps not anymore.

You smile to yourself, "I do...want you." Admitting that isn't so bad, right? You're not lying. Mr. Butterfly- Jimin, is extremely hot, has been nice to you so far, and well, why can't you enjoy yourself? Fuck Reed, Killian, Jackson, and Colt...bunch of assholes, you'll have your own fun, your own party, everyone else be damned. You deserve a little self-indulgence.

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[goldenngore]

EARLY CANON & CANON REWRITES: the idea behind this really is to create a more visible portrayal of queer people in high fantasy media. loras is still a dick, but at least he's a visible gay dick here. almost all the queer characters in asoiaf feel like an afterthought. like, they could have been really important. but, oh no, now they're dead. see renly baratheon and oberyn martell among others. and unless the tyrell conspiracy proves true in twow, loras will soon be dead too. basically, I don't trust grrm with my dude, so I do what I want.

we shall start with the obvious. loras has never tried to hide his sexuality. there's no laws or taboo against it in westeros that is mentioned. being gay just has no use to the nobility, hence the minor frowning upon it. he won't deny being gay if someone asks him.

loras is young in the earlier books, yes. but he is not an unseasoned knight. before the series, he had spent a good amount of time in the company of his many uncles and other males relatives, sorting out civil disruptions, taking out bandits and all sorts in the reach and out. loras hasn't permanently lived in highgarden since he was 8, and the idea of him being one of his generations greatest isn't unfounded. he was afforded this freedom being the third son as opposed to garlan.

loras was actually going to take on the mountain sword to sword before sandor stepped in...and it's a good thing he did.

when ned stark denies him a place on the party to search for gregor clegane. loras sets up his own search party with the reach ladddds, but renly convinces him to reason, one of the few people that can, and that it's not worth the trouble. loras doesn't think so--but he listens.

the melee match between loras and brienne ends in a draw. while loras is admittedly sore about the loss at first, he does recognise that brienne is exceptional in a fight and ends up approving of her being appointed as brienne the blue.

once the shock and temporary psychosis wears off. loras does not initially believe that brienne had anything to do with renly's death. loras would have known her for some years by this point, being that he would've met her previously in the stormlands more than once. he's very much aware of brienne's feelings towards renly, but is quiet on the matter unless it is to renly himself. he's actually more inclined to believe that catelyn "the she wolf" stark had something to do with the death more than brienne did. he only comes to consider that brienne might be the killer later because the people around him try to convince him so. but after their chat at kings landing, he knows she did not do it.

loras does not agree with the idea of his sister marrying robert or renly. robert is a straight-up prick; let's be real. As for renly, that speaks for itself. that's his guy, his idiot. the idea of his sister and boyfriend together disgusts the hell out of him, and he detests the burden it puts on margaery. loras and renly's relationship sours at this point, and I don't think they ever fully reconcile before renly dies.

it is true that only loras knows where renly is buried. he would never give the location to anyone else, especially mcstannis.

if you thought loras was against his sister marrying robert or renly. wait till joffrey, yikes. he didn't particularly want to cosy up with the lannister. he just wanted to smash stan's face in, then go home and grieve. but is instead thrust further into the war and into the lion's den with his sister. loras did not want to be a member of the kingsguard; that was all mace's scheming. it really is a show of restraint on loras' part that he doesn't kill joffrey from the get go, and he's wearing every metaphorical mask under the sun while in his and cersei's presence.

yet, loras had nothing to do with joffrey's death. funny, huh? he wasn't even in on the plan. he certainly wasn't mad about it though.

loras did not forget about sansa stark, but he really did forget about that rose. she was just a girl in the crowd---renly was sitting nearby. truthfully, loras doesn't much notice maids in any context. shrug.

loras does eventually become close to jaime lannister, which surprises loras as much as anyone. but he ends up feeling pretty betrayed when jaime leaves suddenly and never comes back, despite jaime making him lord commander of the kingsguard. friendship over? maybe, maybeeeeee. yes, jaime not coming back isn't necessarily his own fault. but loras doesn't know that.

affc and beyond canon is written up on my carrd, and marks some amazing growth for loras. I've probably missed things out here, but I'll remember eventually...

#ooc: back on sad boy shit. what's new? ( 🌱🌹🥀 )

[thatawkwardmoth]

Dick Grayson is "The Last Great American Dynasty" coded.

No batcest, y’all are gross if you take it that way.

The song opens with Rebekah moving to a new place to "take her mind off St. Louis". Dick Grayson moved to Gotham from the circus after his parents died.

The song then goes on to talk about Bill and how he was the heir to big money and everyone doubting Rebekah and wondering how she did it. Dick Grayson was adopted by Bruce Wayne, literally Gotham's richest man, and everyone in the socialite circle probably made comments about a poor circus brat getting adopted and finally knowing what the finer life is like, even if he'll never truly be Bruce's son.

And then the song goes on to describes parties and the wedding, everyone judging it. And then Bill dies, his heart giving out. Which they blamed on Rebekah. Now Dick Grayson probably heard all about Dick ruining Bruce's playboy image and the way he couldn't be ditzy and dumb anymore because he had a child.

Skipping the chorus until the end, going to the second verse. Rebekah gives up on caring about the opinions and has all her friends fly out to enjoy life and the money left behind. Dick Grayson ran off with the Titans, had the time of his life with friends he could trust, not caring about the money or Bruce or anything back home in Gotham.

Third verse, the bridge (oh my god it's so fucking good), goes on to describe the things Rebekah did near the end that showed how much she didn't care about what people thought about her, fighting back against it by dying her neighbors dog key lime green. Dick Grayson gave zero shits about what Gotham thought about him, going to Bludhaven and teaching gymnastics, becoming a cop, random jobs that he loved instead of worrying about money like Bruce's "social circle" thought he needed to. He spent years worried about living up to Bruce's social standards and then said fuck it. He was going to enjoy his friendships and life.

Chorus time: "And they said there goes the last great American dynasty. Who knows, if she never showed up, what could've been. There goes the most shameless woman this town has ever seen. She had a marvelous time ruining everything."

Dick had no interest in the company or the money. He ruined the Wayne dynasty because at that point he was Bruce's only kid, his only heir to the fortune. If he never showed up, Bruce could've had a wife someday, settled down and had a bio kid he could've raised to take over the company and uphold the Wayne name.

Dick ruined everything and had a marvelous time with his new family. He didn't care about any of their words.

(And the last verse, part of the bridge, when she writes about her buying Rebekah's house and basically living the same things Rebekah did. That's Jason Todd, street rat from the scum of Gotham, under the same hate and opinions Dick was under.)

(None of this is supposed to be Bruce weighing in on on opinions. It's all the upper class of Gotham turning their noses up at Dick because he wasn't born and raised like they were.)

(Bro I feel like I'm reaching but that I also know that this is his song in some capacity. I think I didn't explain it correctly. I don't know.)

#bruce wayne #batfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #tlgad #taylor swift

[castellcnos]

Welcome to Aurora Bay, [RICARDO CASTELLANOS]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [PEDRO PASCAL]. You must be the [FORTY THREE] year old [DIRECTOR OF PUBLIC SERVICES]. Word is you’re [INTELLIGENT] but can also be a bit [RIGID] and your favorite song is [OCEAN AVENUE BY YELLOWCARD]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [CRYSTAL COVE CONDOMINIUMS]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

TW: Affair, alcohol abuse

BASICS

Name: Ricardo Castellanos Gender/Pronouns: Cismale/He&Him Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Bisexual Age: 43 Birthdate: 28th August Occupation: Director of Public Services

ABOUT

Ricardo grew up in Dallas, Texas to a working class family. His father was an engineer while his mother prided herself on being head of the PTA at his school. Something which Ric would have rather preferred her not to be, as it made for some highly embarrassing moments, especially when he attempted his rebel phase.

In high school, he was an avid swimmer and on the track team. Despite giving off an unbothered appearance, he actually did care about his grades and was able to earn himself a scholarship to Berkeley, California. He enrolled onto the Management, Entrepreneurship, & Technology Program in hopes of one day making a name for himself, and being responsible for some change in the world.

Similar to high school, he seemed unphased about academics whilst at college and would often be found passed out around and on campus benches or barely conscious in his lectures, after too many keg competitions the night before. He became known as the party king and if you ever even suggested a get together, he would be there and probably providing the booze.

He met his college sweetheart in his third year, and they both thought it was true love. She was the only one that could out drink him, so he decided he'd marry the girl one day. And it didn't take them long, because a year after graduation, they did.

During this point, they had settled down in Aurora Bay, California, after much deliberation on finding a town that was idyllic, and could provide safety any children they chose to have to grow and thrive.

He got a job interning alongside the local government, learning everything he could in hopes of one day potentially running for mayor — simply to be on top.

However, things took a different path when several years later he was offered the role of becoming the director of public services. He didn't necessarily care too much about the botanical gardens, the parks, museums, anything else that provided joy to the people — but the money was good, and it was a step in the right direction. He'd still have some power, and he could use it to his advantage.

He wasn't a good husband, and he'd have numerous affairs. There was a time when he'd been so in love with his wife, but as the years went on, he'd grown bored and her lack of enjoyment in their relationship mirrored his, and it got to a point where they were purely just co-existing together.

However, there was still a possessiveness there. When she began coming home late herself, as he did some nights, Ric would become jealous — knowing that she'd found company, other than his desolate one.

They would argue terribly, both accusing the other of cheating and when they'd finally reached some sort of conclusion, that yes, they were both as bad as each other, they decided to file for divorce the next day.

Although he knew this was for the best, he still was saddened by the wasted years and not having someone at home waiting for him, as toxic as they were. He fell into a depression of sorts, and he'd often choose to battle his demons with a bottle of whiskey at whichever bar was willing to serve him.

He moved in with his college roommate and best friend, Ben, at Crystal Cove Condominiums, and tried to carry on as though he wasn't affected by this transition into divorcee life. But he didn't do a very good job at hiding it.

He swore to Ben that he'd only be crashing in his spare room for a month while him and his ex-wife sold their house and he found somewhere new. He paid his own way, sharing in rent and bills. But he enjoyed the company too much and before he knew it, six months had flown by and he hadn't even began researching properties to move into. He hoped Ben hadn't noticed.

@aurorabayaesthetic

#( intro. ) #aurorabay.intro

[xplrvibes]

Colby finally getting a Halloween outfit that looks decent on the third try, lol. What do you make of all his Halloween party looks so far? (Also how many Halloween parties have they been invited to? It feels like there's been on every other night for them all week lol)

Also I've noticed them hanging out with Jake a lot, do you think they're actually rekindling that friendship as well?

Well, look.

I support Colby's God given right to dress however he wants, whenever he wants. I support him spending his hard earned money on whatever - and whoever - he wants. I am supportive.

That being said, I really hope that stylist of his is not involved in his costume making decisions, cause if she is...omg is she taking him to the absolute fucking cleaners.

Ok, so the first night: I actually thought he was dressed as John Cena lol. I still don't really understand what was going on there, but at least it wasn't the koala onesie, so I guess I'll give it a 5/10.

The second night: was he like, a hulked up cowboy? 3/10 lol.

The third night: ...omg. How did he forget that he owns skeleton pants? He posted a pic of himself in the skeleton pants EARLIER THAT DAY. Why does he wear those horrible, sweaty, crusty leather pants with the giant ass pockets everywhere? 0/10, would've been better if he had just gone to that party as Colby Brock lol.

The fourth night: all I am going to say on this is that there is a reason he finally put more than 5 minutes of effort into this costume on this night. Someone made him go to Spirit Halloween cause someone didn't want to show up to the party in the company of a guy wearing an 8 year old Super Mario costume made out of duct tape lol. I liked the boots and the gloves. 7/10.

Last night: what the fuck. 0/10. No.

If I missed a night, let me know, but I think those are the 5 we've seen so far.

Now, onto Jake: it does seem that they are rekindling their friendship with Jake - although, to be fair, I do think Colby stayed friendly (distant, but friendly) with Jake during the "bad years." Colby had mentioned at one point that one good thing about his cancer journey was being able to really re-establish relationships with people he had lost contact with over the years, because they had reached out to support him during that process. I don't know if Jake was necessarily one of the people he had lost contact with, perse, since there were periods where Jake and Colby did hang out over the years - but I do think that situation did bridge some of the remaining distance and frostiness and reminded them that life is short and pettiness wastes a lot of time that you don't have.

#asks #disclaimer: my opinion and i am not a fashion house so take this as you will

[jakemarsigliofin]

Entry 2 - Finding your feet in the internship: induction, and completing initial tasks (i.e. the first 40 hours discussion)

My feet took a while to be truly found at SEN as odd shift times that was aided with a lack of available personnel, as well as the initially thought to be two Video Editor Intern system. Originally, I was one of two interns to fulfil the Video Editing Intern position at SEN co-operating with fellow classmate Troy Hanning, however, a busted jaw meant that he was on the sidelines, and I was left to two five hour 10am-3pm weekend shifts that took away my Saturdays and Sundays for the first couple of weeks. This meant that besides my initial training induction I had not interacted with many of the Digital Content Creating team at SEN as they only worked weekdays.

When things seemingly got back to normal, and I had one shift on a weekday and the other on the Saturday as planned, my co-Video Editing Intern requested a change to the Rainmaker studios downstairs. This shook things up and opened opportunities for myself and my 228 hours' worth of work to be chipped at more frequently.

This became a blessing in disguise as not only was the demand for my role and involvement increased, but my experience and understanding of the Digitals Content Creating team at SEN grew exponentially.

My confidence in Premiere Pro was constant and whilst mistakes weren’t frequent from the start, I was able to maintain a productive procedure to minimize and slip ups.

(From the Sydney Studios SEN Breakfast with Vossy & Brandy was the first video I clipped, SEN Breakfast with Vossy & Brandy)

A big help in all of this was the team that offered their full support in guiding me through their particular system and preferences to deliver their media. My supervisor Dylan Galley was in my corner to set me up through the inductive training process and from there onwards answer any questions I had.

When he wasn’t there, for instance, the weekends, fellow Video Editor Jack Makeham was my guide to clear up any confusion in the editing process.

This helpfulness was extremely significant in setting up my knowledge and confidence to deliver the tasks I’m required to complete.

There was an odd task that I was required to perform early in my tenure with SEN. Third parties reached out to the Digital Team and were paying top dollar to clip a video where it showed the specific times in either an AFL or NRL game that an ad would appear on the grounds LED boards.

This would be very time-consuming and often given to me when there was nothing else to be done. A simple like it should’ve taken minutes but incorrect timecodes meant that a full AFL/NRL game had to be scanned through to find the specific ad.

(The LED boards that I had to focus on throughout replays of games and take the recording from when they appear to disappear, MKTG SPECS)  

As my internship hours rose and my role was expanded, this task of LED clipping soon faded away. Something that I did not mind at all.

Nevetheless, this first part of my internship was integral not only from a work point of view that provided me with the time to hone my craft, it also has been important as it allowed me to “build relationships with companies and the surrounding community.” (Lantu et al. 2022).

REFERENCES

 Lantu, DC., Suharto, Y., Fachira, I., Permatasari, A., & Anggadwita, G. (2022). Experiential learning model: improving entrepreneurial values through internship program at start-ups. Higher Education, Skills and Work-Based Learning, 12(1), 107–125. https://doi.org/10.1108/HESWBL-01-2021-0014

SEN Breakfast with Vossy & Brandy (@VossyBrandySEN). (2022, November 16) Twitter. https://twitter.com/VossyBrandySEN/status/1592594695720701954

MKTG SPECS https://www.mktgspecs.com.au/afl/

[day0one]

Fox Host Blames ‘My Pillowization’ Of Republicans That Led To Cartoon Character Candidates

Fox News is not holding back their anger over the poor showing of Republicans in the midterms, and one host went as far as to blame Mike Lindell and, as he put it, the "My Pillowization" of the Republican Party that led to cartoon characters being on the ballot. He's not wrong, as fringe figures like Lindell have become stalwarts of today's GOP.

*This transcript was generated by a third-party transcription software company, so please excuse any typos.

Fox News, of course, is still trying to make sense of what happened to the Republican Party in last week's midterm elections. But later in the week, once more results started coming in that were even worse for Republicans than election night, one individual on Fox News decided to take the time to point out to the other hosts on that set exactly what happened to the Republican Party. And I have to say, his analysis is absolutely spot on. So take a look at this analysis of what has gone wrong with the Republican Party. And by the way, who is really to blame? Here it is

In the air. Republicans continue to make gains in the House, hopes of a red wave never reached the shoreline. The Senate also a toss-up as some critics blame poor candidates and they blame a former president, uh, Doug High, former NC Coms director Carly Cooperman, Democratic Pollster, and CEO of Shown Cooperman Research. Nice to see you both and great to have you. Uh, Doug, first to you, Carl Rove writes today, Wall Street Journal, a number of pieces of the journal editorial pace, talking about, uh, Donald Trump talking about the results. Here's Rob's take with no red wave. Trump is out at sea. The g o p fielded too many novices who struggled with crafting a message raising funds and waging effective campaigns. Some were also knuckleheads with strange beliefs and closets full of problems. Many of these remarkably weak candidates came courtesy of Donald Trump who did not vet his endorsements. Do you agree with that point?

Uh, yes. And you know, we could go back to 2010 and 2012 where we saw a lot of these terrible first-time candidates that caused Senate races to fall by the wayside in Nevada, uh, Delaware, Indiana, Missouri. Uh, and this is why Mitch McConnell was warning well in advance that we have a candidate quality problem. But what we've seen is a real intensification of this problem from top to bottom. Not just Senate candidates, but house candidates, Secretary of State candidates and governors and the like. And it's what, you know, what I call the MyPillow of the Republican Party, is we've attracted these more cartoon characters. And if somebody speaking at a rally with a president or a presidential candidate is best known as a pillow salesman, run to high heaven because you're going to see more of these cartoon characters who are trying to make money off of the party, become Instagram influencers and celebrities more than they are about being serious legislators. There's a reason Madison Callthorne lost his primary in North Carolina. He telegraphed and said, Clearly, I'm not serious.

The MyPillow of the Republican Party. And then of course, he proceeds to say like Mike Lindell is kind of the ringleader of this freak show that has given us these cartoon character candidates on the right. And again, he's not wrong. Now, I think it is unfair to, uh, probably a little, you know, too much to blame Mike Linde for everything that's wrong with the Republican Party today. But he of course, much like Trump himself, is just the natural evolution of the Republican Party. It's an evolution that was taking place long before Donald Trump. Of course, Trump put it on steroids accelerated that D evolution really is what it is. And now we end up with freaks like Mike Linde, who are not only loud voices in the Republican party, but they're looked upon as leaders of the Republican party. Mike Lindell gets invited to all the big events.

#youtube