#all this is doing is triggering people left and right and giving some absolute fucking cretins fodder for their weird clout chasing
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if i see one more post abt That Trial i am going to commit arson i do not want to hear abt it i do not care abt literally anyones stance on it you are all insane and i hate you
#headspace#celebrity culture is a fucking cancer#ive read ppl making compelling arguments and absolutely batshit arguments on both sides and im too tired to read for myself#and also i dont care i literally dont care they are rich celebrities they can afford therapy or whatever#all this is doing is triggering people left and right and giving some absolute fucking cretins fodder for their weird clout chasing#i hate it and i want it to stop#negative
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Worm Arc 11 thoughts (pre-interludes):
Taylor's dad sees his daughter for the first time since she ran away. Since the fucking Endbringer attack! And literally says the line "“I need to go handle this" about a fucking work thing. No Danny. You do not NEED TO HANDLE THIS. God damn. It is fucking hard to be a co-parent for Taylor when I'm the only one doing any parenting!
Speaking of parenting - Taylor, you really should get some therapy. That was a pretty detailed level of fucked up nightmare you had. I love you and just want you to take care of yourself.
Skitter just like "all right, for day 1 I'm going to gain complete fucking control over my territory and establish myself as an unkillable bug goddess". And then she worries if she is doing enough!
Seriously though, letting that guy stab her and counting on her costume to block the knife? Fucking baller move. Also stupidly risky. So pretty much on point for my wonderful but stress inducing bug daughter.
And then she just sits in her chair drinking tea while she destroys two groups of Merchants? Doesn't just beat them, but absolutely terrorizes them. Lights one of them on fire with their own matches! WITH BUGS! I love her so much.
She also gained two minions as a side bonus to controlling her territory. And ensured their loyalty and dedication to her.
For real. Sierra would take a bullet. She'd die for Taylor. But Charlotte? Charlotte would kill for Taylor.
The speech Taylor gave Charlotte when giving her the options "leave town" or "work for me" was so well done! Came across as incredibly fair so Charlotte couldn't complain, but also just tied her in a little bundle all nice and neat. Set her up to want to work for you. Very nicely done. Taylor clearly has been learning from Lisa.
We're just pretty much giving up on that whole secret identity thing huh? It just started cascading out of control quite quickly. I don't expect Taylor and Skitter to be different people for much longer.
Lisa and Taylor went to a party together! A shitty villain party that was dangerous and almost killed them. But villain prom is villain prom. GAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
Just a number of good Chatterbug (Smugbug) moments here.
Lisa has a MURDER WALL! AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! I love her so fucking much and I will just sit in there with her working on the murder wall for hours. (She isn't trying to solve a murder so I know it isn't technically a murder wall, but it's a murder wall cause that's the best name.)
Fucking Bryce. Sure went through a lot of trouble for that asshole.
Skidmark just doing a thunderdome up in here. Some people use their powers for cool things and others build a fence.
Also really not seeming to do great for loyalty. Like ya you get a cape or two out of it but it left everyone in your gang not trusting anyone else.
I love everyone in Faultline's crew. Newter was my favorite but Shamrock may have beaten him out. I always loved Domino and Shamrock gives the same vibe.
Newter got a few good Nightcrawler like moments here too which was fun (grabbing things with his tail, talking to people from weird perches).
God DAMN Labyrinth is powerful. Like I knew she was but getting to see it. Holy shit. That was so fucking cool. Literal goddess of reality right here.
I'm really excited to learn more about Cauldron and the superhero in a can stuff. Very Weapon X with the memory wiping and such. (I'm just really on an X-men comparison thought process right now I guess)
Taylor "I'm not a skilled combatant" Hebert over here as she dual wields knives and successfully fights off multiple people, most bigger than her, while specifically using non-lethal attacks on them. Taylor that isn't what "not skilled" means!
PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CHILD, STOP GETTING HIT IN THE HEAD! I WORRY!
Seeing the trigger event thing was really cool. I don't think the fact that any cape near a trigger event appears to almost pass out has been mentioned before. Obviously in universe know one would know anything beyond them appearing to stumble, but still. And we got to see more of the higher dimension beings. We in Flatland now.
Oh god there is so much more I think I'm missing huge amounts. AHHH!!!
Oh, this is important. While describing Mush Taylor says "He bore a resemblance to a particular pink skinned, scrawny goblin of a creature from those fantasy movies." That open endedness of that context made me decide she must be talking about The Goblin King in Labyrinth. David Bowie. But to keep things simple, since it might seem like she is talking about Gollum, I decided that on Earth Bet David Bowie played Gollum in the Lord of the Rings movies. This is canon as far as I am concerned.
That does also mean Mush looks at least a little bit like David Bowie.
#Worm#Worm Web Serial#Parahumans#Cairavende reads Worm#Chatterbug#Smugbug#Taylor Hebert#MURDERWALL!!!#Lisa Wilbourn#My daughter is so terrifying and she absolutely does not realize how much#The feelings Taylor had when she realized how terrifyingly powerful Labyrinth was is the same feeling everyone else has around Taylor#She literally is one step away from turning any moment into a horror movie. I love her so much.
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sorry for such a broad question but in your opinion is laito a well written character relative to everyone in diabolik? i really Want to learn more about him but i also dont want to subject myself to All That and i just want to know if he's worth reading about or just a pile of interesting plot threads thrown together for shock factor and unfulfilled thematically.
like my current personal opinion (may be wrong) is that i dont feel satisfied with the idea of yui's love or proactiveness fixing laito in any way because it doesn't mesh well with the actual ideas surrounding his character and unpacking that love is not poison goes beyond romantic love or a singular place of understanding. additionally it doesn't feel earned it feels like a chore for the player to trudge though for the sake of reading. i dont want to read laito's story that bad if it's the case yet im intrigued by the things offered by his character like the processing of the deeply visceral way csa shatters who you are
I wanted to wait till I finished his CL to answer so I'd be fully caught up with laito's routes, but that'll take too long so.....!! I might change my answer later!! lmao
[tw laito stuff, csa and suicide, yeah]
I do think Laito's a well-written character but his stuff is really difficult to get through if you have certain triggers, so it's tough to recommend. Even beyond the csa stuff, Laito is in a real hurry to die and he makes several attempts throughout the series. There's a certain unique sort of awfulness, at least for me, involving scenes where a character fails a suicide attempt and then get even more upset and desperate about it. So I understand what you mean when you say you're not excited about putting yourself through it. They were the hardest routes for me to get through too :')
A lot of earlier games suffer from endings that are like "And the two lived happily ever after, and we're not gonna unpack all that stuff!" and Laito's routes are no exception, but if you can look past that and make it to LE, I wouldn't say that Laito gets fixed. He has an ending similar to Ayato's that's like, it feels like we fixed everything but in reality we couldn't overcome the core issue! They really seem to believe that Laito absolutely can't be happy or live a normal life the way he is now. He has to die and/or rewrite his memories to be comfortable loving someone. It's up to your tastes if that's satisfying or not, but I kind of love the bittersweetness of LE endings, and the way they feel like a happy ending until you think about them a little too hard.
What's interesting is that Yui's purehearted love often hurts Laito more than it helps him. He responds to love, from Yui or from his family members, with revulsion. There's jealousy when he interacts with straightforward characters like Yui or Ayato, like "If only I could be as simple and pure as you, but nope, I can't." He's very self-aware for a diaboy, which only makes it hurt more when he keeps arriving at the conclusion that he's rotten. He definitely makes progress, which is really satisfying to see, like how he gradually allows Ayato back in his life emotionally. But as of right now, the end of his arc is so, like, "I tried, really I did! But my perspective on love is fucked and I need a hard reset! Maybe I'll be normal in the next life but definitely not this one!! Bye!"
...So, it's hard to say if you'll be happy with it. I see a lot of mixed opinions concerning the LE endings. They often give the diaboy what he wants but not what he needs, so you're left going, "Wait, I don't know about this...!" A lot of people really hate these endings, but they actually get more interesting to me the more conflicted they make me feel...and oh boy, was I conflicted about this one! :'D
If it sounds interesting to you, too, and you don't mind some pretty brutal scenes along the way, give Laito's routes a try. His HDB will definitely make you mad though lol
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The Skeletons I Wanted to Bury
Joel Miller x f! o/c (Gwen x Joel)
A/N: this piece can be read as a filler chapter for my Joel Miller x f! o/c series ‘Burning in a Hopeless Dream’ I suggest reading chapter 16 before reading this piece. I’ve mentioned briefly before that Gwen and Joel are soulmates and this piece touches on the topic in some parts. I really enjoy the complexity of these two characters and I think it’s really important to recognize that both Gwen and Joel have ugly sides to them. I’ve grown so attached to this pair so I truly hope you all enjoy this piece. Thank you for reading ♡
~word count: 1.4k~
Summary: the words you left unspoken to Joel, find themselves on a sheet of paper, stained with your tears.
Warnings: angst, resentment, sorrow, grief, anguish, light fluff at the end, depressing tones, fear, anger, forgiveness,(+18) minors dni!
Songs used:
“To Hell & Back” by Maren Morris
“Favorite Crime” by Olivia Rodrigo
Joel,
I am happy you’re sleeping right now. Not because I’m afraid that you’ll catch me writing this letter, but because you’re exhausted and need to rest. I know you hate to admit that Bill and Frank’s deaths affect you more than you’re leading on. I know you struggle with your emotions and expressing them openly. I also know that you’ve never handled loss of any kind particularly well. I think we’re similar in that sense. I let on to believe that death, and losing those closest to me doesn’t affect me. Everyone dies eventually, right? The truth is, I’m scared. I’m absolutely fucking terrified of losing you.
I have lost you in a sense haven’t I? It’s not your fault. Although, I want to blame you. I want to scream and cry and tell you how upset it makes me when you yell, when you grow violent. I thought I knew who you were, but now I’m not so sure. I understand why Tess warned me before she died. She warned me that you would act a certain way. Her final request to me was for me to not leave you. No matter what happens, no matter what he says, you can’t leave him. He needs you more than ever now.
I wanted to leave you Joel. I was ready to turn around and leave you, and everything that has happened between us behind. I wanted to bury you in the fucking dirt. I wanted to curse your name to the wind. I was so ready to leave. I would never pull that trigger, but I wanted to. I pictured it in my mind and I know you were waiting for the bullet that never came.
I just wanted to be there for you. I wanted to comfort you. I wanted you to know that you weren’t fucking alone. I was right there and you pushed me away, Joel. There was venom falling from your lips, hatred in your eyes, and yet I stayed. I stayed because the thought of leaving you was unbearable. You are far too deeply entwined in my soul for me to leave. I hate you for it. I hate that no matter how loud my heart screams for me to leave, I never listen.
Why do you hurt the ones closest to you Joel?
The world dealt you some fucking terrible cards. You were dealt some of the worst of the deck. I know the death of your daughter haunts you, and I know you feel that you do not deserve forgiveness for not being able to save her. The guilt consumes you just like the guilt consumes me. The guilt of not being able to save my parents. I see their faces almost every night as I close my eyes. I see what the cordyceps did to them.
I see what the cordyceps have done to you Joel. You’ve been infected in another way. Infected with feeling that you can never give yourself an ounce of fucking forgiveness. It’s not your fault that the world is a shit place, filled with shit people. It’s not your fault that the government turned on you. It’s not your fault that a single soldier gunned down your daughter. It’s not your fault that Tess died. It’s not your fault that Bill and Frank died on their own accord.
I want to be bitter, I want to yell, I want to hurt you, but I can’t. I’d just be hurting myself and I’m exhausted, Joel. I can taste you on my tongue still, feel you between my thighs. I’m so glad you cannot hear my sobs, or see my tears. I do not wish to put you through that again.
I want to be stronger for you, for Ellie. Despite the fact that we’re a ticking time bomb, Joel and I hope to god that we never go off.
I don’t want you to see the ugly parts of me. I know that they’re there. They simmer in the same fashion as your own. I don’t ever want to hurt you the way that you have hurt me. I hope that one day you and I will be at peace. I hope we live in that house with a library, with horses in the field, and you make sweet love to me in our bed every fucking night.
I hope that the cards that are dealt to us end with you and I together. If I lose you, I lose myself. I’m so in love with you, Joel. I’ve never loved another person as deeply as I love you.
I know you don’t mean to be cruel, but I’m not sure how much more I can take. You’ve chipped away at my heart, piece by piece. I’ll continue to fight for you, as long as you continue to fight for me.
I know you are a good man. I’ve seen the sweeter sides to you and I never took them for granted. I cherished those moments so fucking much. I know you did too. I see it in your eyes everytime you look at me.
You’re better than the rest of them Joel. You always have been, always will.
I hope that when our time comes, we will be dancing amongst the stars.
I got you, you got me.
Always and forever,
Your Gwen.
Hot tears began to pour down your cheeks, like a leaky faucet. The skin was stained in your tears' salty wake. Eyes glassy, heart aching, clenching painfully in your chest. Teardrops fell along the worn paper, blurring together the words on parchment, washing them away. Vision obscured as you pulled an old lighter from your backpack, watching as the flame kissed the paper, igniting it. You watched the words flutter into the night sky, ember turning to black ash. Glossed over gaze reflecting in the trickling flames, climbing higher, and higher.
Your letter was turned to ash before your very eyes. The words you etched stayed fresh in your mind, like ink from a tattoo. The flames died as silent sobs wrecked through your body.
Joel sensed your distress in his light slumber. He thought maybe he was just having another hopeless dream. A twisted nightmare, until he heard your light sniffling and his conscious mind told him something was wrong. He shot up from his sleeping bag suddenly, eyes adjusting to the low light provided by the twinkling stars above. His eyes zoned in on you, like moth to flame. “Gwen?” He hesitantly whispered through the darkness. He could make out your crouched over form in the grass as he slowly approached.
You felt his hand wrap around your shoulder, fingers gentle along the thin worn fabric of your shirt. “I’m okay. I’m okay Joel.”
He hesitates, gently rubbing his thumb across your shoulder blades as he crouches down behind you. You hear his knees crack, followed by a low grunt. “Were..you crying?” He finally asks, resting his chin along your shoulder as his arms snake around your waist, gently coaxing you to rest your back against his chest.
“Yes.” You whispered admittedly.
You feel his deep inhale against your back, his breath tickles the shell of your ear as he gently exhales. “For Bill..and Frank? Or, everything?..”
You know what he means by everything by the way it falls softly from his parted lips.
“Everything.” You whispered, voice cracking.
“Oh, my sweet girl. It’s alright, darlin.’ I’m here. I’ve got you, and I ain’t lettin’ go.” He rasped against your skin.
“I’m not letting go either.”
“You need to rest. It’s been a hell of a day. You need your sleep. C’mon.” He brought his strong arms under your thighs, gently lifting you from the soft forest floor, and into his warm chest.
“I can keep watch. You need your rest too Joel.” Your cheek was lightly pressed against his chest where you could hear the steady thrum of his heartbeat.
“Sweetheart, I appreciate you thinkin’ about me, but let me do my job of keepin’ you and Ellie safe, okay?” He was taking quiet footsteps towards your sleeping bag, only to stop when you had grasped onto the front of his shirt and whispered. “No. I want to sleep in yours.”
“Okay darlin.’” He walked back to his sleeping bag, gently setting you down on it, slipping his jacket off his shoulders and placed it over you as you nestled under the warm confines of his sleeping bag.
“Thank you.” You whispered.
“You’re welcome. Sweet dreams, okay?” He pressed a feather light kiss to your forehead, closing his eyes for a moment before he reluctantly pulled away and grabbed his rifle lying alongside his backpack.
For the rest of the long night, Joel kept you and Ellie safe, just like he had promised.
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LO RANT:
Can we just talk about how incredibly insensitive and blissfully ignorant some fans are about trigger warnings for these very heavy and touchy subjects? Listen I’ve never been so disappointed in my damn life about this stuff, how are you going to read a comic about all of this heavy stuff that happens to people in real life yet also want people who’ve been affected by said topics to shut up or disengage from the comic completely. Y’all are giving this grown woman too much coddling at this point and it’s distressing, Rachel is a grown woman and it’s not like anyone forced her to put these topics into her story she understands (I hope but I say this loosely) that these discussions can be harder to experience for some people rather than others which is why trigger warnings exist and why you give your millions of fans who all come from very DIFFERING experiences than your own a trigger warning to warn them so their day won’t be demolished.
People have a right to call that shit out and if you don’t need the trigger warning good for you, stop acting like these people are insulting the comic by asking for one. It’s not like people are asking her to make a whole around the world trip in one day they are simply just asking for a damn trigger warning. I’m getting so extremely tired of Lore Olympus fans still not getting or even trying to understand this, these people understand that this comic handles serious things but just because Rachel has been “forgetting” the trigger warnings and they don’t want her allowing her fans to go head first into disturbing content doesn’t mean they want their hand held. Also, for the people saying that they should know when those scenes come up you make no sense anyways because you really can barely tell when scenes like these are coming without a trigger warning. The Demeter thing took me by surprise, so did Hera’s story, so did Demeter’s backstory, so did Hades’ shitty apology, etc. The amount of times that I got blindsided by serious topics such as those being dropped into the comic is way too fucking many to count so please don’t try and hide behind that excuse. There’s millions of fans out there who don’t expect shit like this just because you’ve been studying Lore Olympus and got down the mannerisms of the characters before something disturbing or traumatic is coming up doesn’t mean others do.
I’m sorry if I come off rash or meaner in this post I’m just extremely over this whole thing. I am a person that needs trigger warnings as well and last night I watched a video, thinking it would be funny, that ended up harming me. It was a “health” video and it was basically someone telling the viewers that regular human things happening to you is a sign of a painful death, I remember being so mortified that I felt my blood running cold and my heart pounding in my ears. If you didn’t know I’m very anxious, paranoid, and an overall hypochondriac so I don’t do well with shit like that coming up and randomly making itself known. I know many people probably wouldn’t care but I just wanted to let you guys know why trigger warnings are so useful and important to those that need them. Last night my body entered flight or fight mode just by that video alone and I was absolutely panicked, I was in so much distress and it was all because of one video. It only takes one chapter without a trigger warning to trigger worser things than that and we should all be mindful of that fact.
Again, sorry if all of this is aggressive or mean I didn’t mean anything by it I just wish that fans did better. It’s sad seeing them put down others for genuine concerns and it’s even sadder that Rachel does not do anything about it. There’s only so much toxic positivity you can fill up before there’s no real community left and there’s way too many fans who deserve at least a trigger warning with these things it really doesn’t take long to make and it could genuinely save people from these experiences such as mine.
Moral of the story is if you don’t need trigger warnings don’t bag on people who do, they’re not sensitive you just don’t share the same experiences as them and you don’t know what their background is at all. Be mindful that everyone isn’t you, respectfully.
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Manner of Death (2020) Review/Rec
So I’ve just finished watching this Thai BL, and it’s absolutely excellent. So in the custom of....me. I’m gonna tell you about it.
I’ve talked before about the things that I generally don’t enjoy in BL dramas, and how I am not really a huge fan of most shows. So that’s context.
Manner of Death is the best attempt I’ve seen of any BL show at being a “real” drama, with quality plot and writing, that just happens to also involve a m/m romance as well.
But rather than just say it’s good, pretty much the whole reason I’m writing this post is that the trigger warning list for this show is EXTENSIVE and I feel I have to talk about that.
Manner of Death is a mystery-thriller about a series of mysterious deaths in a small Thai town.
Trigger warnings for: Murder, autopsies, sexual abuse, drug abuse, forced drug abuse, abortion, illegal abortions, abortions gone wrong, rape, coerced sex, coerced drug abuse, suicide, sex trafficking, human trafficking, police corruption, and probably more.
All of those are involved in the main case, not the romance. But parts of the show are ROUGH in the way things play out and how some characters are treated and what is onscreen. So while much of the show is fine and pleasant, exercise care.
Main Characters:
Bun (above right) - Dr. Bunnakit, a medical examiner who has recently returned to his hometown in a rural area after becoming jaded by like in Bankok.
Tan (above left) - a tutor and mysterious person who Bun suspects of murder. Also someone he saw once in a bar and immediately kissed while incredibly drunk.
Also all of those people. ;)
Plot:
I don’t want to spoil things because it’s worth going through the story blind. But, generally: People start turning up dead, and as the medical examiner Bun isn’t satisfied with the police conclusions, so he pursues the truth on his own.
This gets him in danger, and the mysterious Tan appoints himself his protector. Because reasons they end up living together and acting Extremely Married while investigating the mystery that keeps getting more complicated.
Verdict:
A+ honestly.
It’s still clearly made on a limited budget but the production has clearly tried to do the best they can on their resources. The severe color grading gives it a moody but dated air and covers some of the budget issues.
But this really feels like it fits in with some of the other shows I’ve recced, like Beyond Evil and The Devil Judge. It’s not quite at that level, but it’s trying REAL hard and I admire it. PLUS it’s got explicit queer romance that is REALLY satisfying. Like the ending is...SO HAPPY. I fucking MELTED. Out-Loud Squeeing from me.
The gender politics aren’t flawless, in that we get a good amount of female victims and the focus is mostly on the men. The victims do get their own stories but they aren’t really...empowering. I don’t know. It’s not a deal breaker or worse than typical US crime shows, but it’s not perfect and I feel I need to acknowledge it.
Anyway, given all of that, please go watch it if you’re interested. It’s not the easiest show to find online, unless you are a WeTv subscriber. So you may have to do some searching, but it’s worth it.
I mean look at Bun and Tan’s first meeting:
#manner of death#thai bl#threerings' recs#threerings' reactions#also you should probably block manner of death if you don't want spoilers#cause I am gonna reblog a lot of posts#I won't spoil the mystery tho#threerings recs TV Shows
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Time to finish of Volume 5. Let's see if we can't get some more crazies on the playing board.
Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 5, Chapters 5-6 below.
Chapter 5: Death Deal
Everyone's screaming.... Blood is everywhere.... Picking up right where we left off, I see....
Holy fuck, was running over his face with the bike necessary, Legato??? Geez, man.
Creechur Vash is displeased.
CREECHUR VASH IS DISPLEASED!!!
...I'm sorry, but Legato feeling legitimately ill and being moved to tears of sadness that Midvalley would turn a gun on him and "betray Master Knives" is freaking hilarious and I absolutely LOL'ed. Gods, this man is such a mess.
I do feel bad for Midvalley, though. I feel like, in another life, on another world, maybe he could have just played beautiful music.
Dude is just staring and Wolfwood and crying. I'm telling ya, he's SUPER jealous. He wishes Knives trusted him as much as Knives is trusting Wolfwood right now, which is funny 'cause it's Wolfwood.
This look, though.... Find you a man who stares down your enemies the way Wolfwood stares down Legato. Even though he might not actually be able to see very well right now.
Got rid of them...? As in... Vash and Meryl? Vash and... Wolf... wood?? What did Zazie do?
Butterflies?
Ohhhhhhhhhh
Wait, I never *did* figure out why they were trying to get rid of Zazie. Glad Zazie's having fun with bodies, though.
It was because they didn't want Zazie to report back to Legato, huh?
Is... Gauntlet resisting Legato??
YES HE IS!!! GOOD FOR HIM!!!
Meanwhile, Creechur Vash is just waiting for all of this to die down, I guess?
Ohhhhh. Yeah, keeping Crechur Vash contained is gonna be a task for anyone.
Gotta have a good ol' Mexican Standoff.
Ahhh, I know there's so much going on here and it's all bad, but he really is kinda cute like this.
MERYL TO THE RESCUE!!!
Gods, she's screaming, she's crying, she's severely outgunned and/or outmatched by every player on the field.... She may be small, but her power is adequate.
AND SHE AIMS RIGHT FOR LEGATO!!! GET 'IM, GIRL!!!
It's enough for Gauntlet to pull the trigger on his gun....
...aaaand all hell breaks loose.
I like how even though Zazie's new form is more feminine, it's still like, "What is gender? I don't care. My gender is worms."
Legato appears to still be alive. Human skulls are more durable than we give them credit for.
Ohhhh, Stampede referenced this little speech of Legato's.
WTH happened to his face? Like, I know he just got shot, but I'm having trouble figuring out how he went from this...
...to this....
...in the space of a panel.
Ah, that's gotta be Midvalley's corpse. Meryl's right to scream. There's no coming back from seeing that.
I like the little stringy lines implying Legato's power.
Of course that bastard would be like, "Oh, you created a friend? Gotta make sure you pay for that by your friend's hand." He's a very sick fuck.
Creechur Vash is still displeased.
The only one here who hasn't quite seen this yet is Meryl, and she's already freaking out. Even Legato looks terrified. Glad his face is back to normal, though.
Ohhhhh, shit. The Nail is here.
Chapter 6: Let Us Walk The Path To Redemption
Ohhh, Vashie, babygirl....
Legato's little monster-puppet handler can feel pain??
Oop, something going on here is bringing Vash back out of creechur mode.
She has a point. People with a strong enough death wish can cause quite a mess seeking their own destruction.
Nevermind, Vash has turned into a lightning bug with too many wings.
Ohhhh, baby Vash....
I do love the use of white space here, though. This happens a lot when we fall into Vash's memories, and it really emphasizes his loneliness.
That's too many bullets. The image of bullets falling like tears....
Aaaand Legato is ruining the moment with his madness. Gods, this wet cat is gonna punish himself even harder now because of all this, and other people might actually have to watch that.
I like how they have yet to actually show her face.
Goshdarn, someone wrap Vash in a weighted blanket and feed him something nice and give him all the hugs.
YOU CAN DO IT, VASH!!!
Eyyyyy, body horror....
I love that he's focusing on the kindness of those in the past to pull himself through. He has no idea what the future holds... for himself, for mankind, for the companions who, after this, might not want anything to do with him ever again. But he's doing what he can to focus on people's kindness....
And... he's protecting Gauntlet, isn't he? Of course he is. Gauntlet, who's so tired from everything that's happened tonight, he probably wants to die. He was expecting to die. He lost his only friend by his own hand because of Legato. And now the man he came here to kill is protecting him.
OUT OF BULLETS, YA BASTARD!!! (The sound effect here is "ga-chi, ga-chi, ga-chi" over and over again. Def not a gun firing sound.)
Awww, man! Creepy weird guy carrying around Legato has a knife arm.... Whyyyyyy.
Look at his stupid face, though. He's enjoying this.
Ok, that's too many teeth. Please return some to wherever you got them from.
Did... Airship Lady shoot him through the head?
Yeah, she did.
Hahahahaha, the first time we see her fully revealed, and she's just being a baby after falling in the sand.
LOL, Meryl....
You know what? Legato deserves to be talked down to like this. He really, really does.
"Secret Number 13!" But that doesn't add up. Literally. In chapter 5 of the last volume, Wolfwood said they only had three left: Zazie, Midvalley, and Hoppered. They'd only been through six in the previous chapters, and adding Wolfwood to that mix only makes 10. Unless he's counting Legato and Knives, but in the last volume didn't think they wouldn't actually come out to fight??? Or was trying to mislead Vash on their numbers, since he said that one out loud but this one's in his head??? Very confused. Fix your math, Nightow.
Ah, that's... that's a lot of nails....
"You've really been losing it lately." You know it's bad when even the other bad guys are like, "Yyyyyeeeeaaaahhh, sorry about our buddy over here. He's... he's a little crazy. We're just gonna take him home so he doesn't do anything else stupid today. We'll resume tormenting you later."
Mannnn, if Bluesummers could hear Knives say this right now, he'd start crying all over again for a completely different reason...
I'm honestly not sure what happened in this explosion here.
Even Legato's little pet monster-thing is looking not so good. One's spine really should stay inside their body.
Looks like Vash is getting ahold of himself ok over there.
Meryl is soooo brave here. She's terrified to the point of tears, but she grits her teeth and readies herself.
Vash looks spent.
Nothing gets Vash's attention quite like someone in dire need.
Dude. Gauntlet. Why you gotta be like that to Vash!? You know and you're still like, "Eh, I even know it's wrong of me to do so, but I'm smiling about it."
And yet Vash STILL holds his hand so Gauntlet doesn't have to die alone.
Wolfwood and Meryl running to Vash's side now that it's safe. Meryl immediately inquiring after Vash's health. <3 <3 <3
BRB, finding a way to give hugs to a fictional character.
Hahahahaha, Milly. She's sooooo enthusiastic. I love her.
Is that... Zazie in the crutches??
LOL, yeah. But how did Zazie get ahold of a black wig? What a weirdo.
Heh. In spite of everything, here's Vash dragging Wolfwood to a makeshift funeral for the makeshift graves for two people who adamantly tried to kill them.
...No comment. I'm just gonna put this here. Yeah.
LOL, Vash is calling Wolfwood on his bullshit again.
This panel is a good panel. I'm going to put it here, too.
"You break it, you fix it." The path to redemption, indeed. Onward with the manual labor!
Archive
Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10 || Volume 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 1 Supplemental Research, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8
TriMax Volume 1: Covers + 1-2, 2 DT, 3-4, 3 DT, 5-6 || Volume 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Volume 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Volume 4: Covers + 1-2, 3-5, 6-7 || Volume 5: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 3 DT
#gods these chapters were beefy bois#they were long and SO MUCH HAPPENED#trigunbookclub#trigun maximum#volume 5#pancake thoughts
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Do you have any headcanons about Worm characters getting tossed in the infinity train?
this one is Inch Resting to sort out. i do not. Have Headcanons for this per se because i'd have to finagle out the logical details of making this crossover work first. which is going to be very longwinded because i love to say words.
trigger events happen when you hit a particularly isolated psychological low. the train picks you up when an internal problem of yours has you at a crossroads in life where the decision you make next will majorly impact your future. so they're similar-ish concepts, psychological problems resulting in Ostensibly Supernatural Fuckery with your life, but i don't think anyone's trigger events would be the same as their crossroads moments. trigger events always happen when you're having more or less the worst day of your life--the train could certainly get you on your worst day, but it's significantly more likely to pick you up right before you have the chance to make a decision which could lead to your worst day. actually, it's probably most likely to pick people up shortly after they trigger because they 1. have a fuckton of psychological issues and 2. just got a shiny new opportunity to make really bad decisions about it
this means that if you just flat out put the infinity train in worm--which i think would be very funny to do, throw another absolutely batshit worldbuilding device into earth bet, fuck those guys--the plot would Not Shake Out Right. the train would be kidnapping people left and right before anything could happen. the undersiders would probably never meet. etc.
example here: the train would pick alec up right as he's considering running away from the heartbroken up, he's on there for...a while, never gets hired by coil, you get the gist.
the other thing about this is that it's very textually canon in infinity train that if your problem is something the jarringly-twee train cars can't stumble into helping you sort out, then you can just straight up end up staying on it for decades! you can die there, the train doesn't give a fuck! and i think most worm characters are in the camp of "could Not be efficiently fixed by the train," which again, is going to result in some wild plot-fuckery. the shortest run we see someone have on the train in the show is a month. that's still a long-ass time. with the numbers worm characters would have, and with how badly their issues would clash w/ the train's approach? there's not even gonna be a world to go back to by the time they get their exits LMAO
(sidenote: i feel like people in worm would be significantly less likely to get on the train than ppl in inftr's universe. they'd see it and go "nope. that's DEFINITELY some fucked up and evil tinkertech. not touching that." hell, the PRT probably lies and tells people it's an a-class tinker because they don't want to admit they don't know what it is.)
anyway all of that is to say that this works best if we don't give a fuck about timeline continuity. beyond that all i know is i wanna put so many worm characters in their tapes so bad. the way tapes represent (or misrepresent) memories is SO clever and well done and tells you So Much about the characters. i want to see how fucked up and awful taylor's tape is. i wanna see alec trapped in his tape for god knows how long just sitting there watching himself from seven years ago cry and throw up. i wanna see the amy tape where everything but victoria is almost in grayscale. i wanna see the amount of memory repression and lying-to-himself going on in brian's tape. brian's tape would genuinely be worse than grace's in terms of how many memories are altered i think. play of his trigger event where it's exactly how he told it to taylor and then he Remembers He Was Lying and it plays back how it really happened and he has to think about how he was nearly pissing himself from fear ♥
and oh my god the numbers would be fun. if they run out of space on your skin they Canonically go into your mouth and start tattooing up your insides. get the slaughterhouse nine on there, jack slash can become world's first man to be walking around w/ a number inside his mouth.
#ask#not tagging this as either fandom because i will be real it is a nothing post#would need a bit of collaborative discussion 2 generate smth interesting 4 this tbh#the train would NOT fix alec btw. only aisha can fix alec.
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Some random notes about my Angel Dust/my writing of him
If I say his arms/normal arms/upper arms/primary arms, it's the ones that are on his shoulders. Always out and visible. Middle arms, touch below his chest area, normally out and visible. Lower arms, closer to his waist/hips, not often out/visible. He normally just has two sets out.
Angel was in a mafia family, but not one big enough to keep him from getting drafted. He was in WW2, and when he came back is when he got heavily into drugs. Was gay while alive, but did his best to hide it and repress it because of time period and environment.
Is actually more powerful than people normally expect. Nowhere near an Overlord, but is rather strong as far as sinners go. If someone helped him become an Overlord would be better at it than most expect. Will absolutely kick someone's ass in a fight, and is good with a range of weapons.
Doesn't truly want to become an Overlord because he associates it with politics, and doesn't want to deal with "all of that bullshit", but under the right circumstances would go for it particularly f he had someone's support.
Is self-destructive, with a streak of self loathing and self blame. Does his best to hide it behind a smile, and a laugh. Will get weirdly jealous at times, but is self-aware enough not to let it get ruin a friendship or whatever else. Is almost dangerously self-aware because he knows exactly what he is, but at the same time takes too much credit for it.
"The worst part of this hell? I can only blame myself." He's self-destructive because he blames himself, not in spite of it.
Does not expect anyone to actually help him when it comes to his situation with Valentino, and the studio. Assuming post episode 4, or after the final episode, he does trust Husk enough to believe Husk will be there for him if he needs someone, but he still doesn't believe Husk can/will help him with Val and won't ask.
Is going to push boundaries, with everyone, including Husk. Will at times try to push people so hard, and so far they will say "fuck it" and leave. Expects people to leave, and doesn't believe anyone will actually permanently stick around.
Is an addict, the end. Might be in recovery, might not be using depending on the time/situation/etc, might be handling things decently, but always has that urge. Probably gives into those urges from time to time.
Is hypersexual, has no idea what a relationship would be like without heavy amounts of sex, needs a friendship with a man that doesn't include sex, will react badly if he believes someone doesn't have any interest in sex with him but then is made to believe otherwise. Fully assumes that someone in bed with him will mean sex, doesn't consider that "bed together" could just be cuddles and relaxing.
If he's in a relationship, he has triggers left over from dealing with Valentino. Fully expects bad things to happen if an argument happens, will flinch if his partner yells at him. This spider has so much healing to do, don't expect everything to be sunshine and roses. He will have days when he is just pushy and an ass, or anxious, or clingy, or whatever else. Not always, but, sometimes.
If he gets loud, and shouty because he's upset with you, that's better than him getting quiet or ultra flirty. Sometimes, if he's truly upset, he will get very flirty and so close and personal it will be intrusive just to both hide his feelings, and to try to force a reaction out of the other person. If he gets quiet, and stand offish... he's probably just going to take himself out of the area entirely which means he's not just upset as in angry, but he's actually feeling hurt in some way.
Gona end this here before it gets too long, thanks for reading if you've made it this far, and if you've got any questions about anything at all feel free to send in an ask!
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there’s this really bizarre pattern with people who are hateful (e.g., nazis, hamas, anyone anti-israel, the maga crowd, etc.) where they’re incredibly sexually repressed. like they put in this tough, violent, dangerous image and yet, when you lift the lid off their nonsense, it’s like opening the floodgates: you see some of the most lascivious behavior you’ve ever seen in your life.
for example, the idf found terabytes of porn on every household computer in the gaza strip as well as copies of mein kampf. (THAT IS WHO YOU ARE SUPPORTING YOU MEAT PUPPETS)
for those of you in the f1 fandom, notably those too young to remember: max mosley, former president of the f.i.a., the governing body of formula one, got caught in a sex party littered with nazi paraphernalia back in 2008-ish (i remember that, too, i still get a chill up my spine thinking about it). i remember it mainly because richard hammond made a joke about mosley but it was shocking, though.
as for all of you on the left screaming your lungs out about palestine… why am i under the impression all of you are hiding something.
trump’s lechery. hell, the lechery of the entire right wing.
for those of you too young to remember tila tequila… just look her up and take my word for it.
i just think of billie’s misandry, casual racism and sexism, and most recently antisemitism (as she wore that red hand pin to the oscars and as far as i know, has said absolutely bupkis about the war over there), and now she’s dropping an album called hit me hard and soft, especially after she made such a stink about “don’t sexualize me” when she was starting out and now she’s making sexualization her entire image.
listen, it’s one thing when you’re like me and you explore your sexuality at a slow, on-and-off pace because shame weighs you down like the colossus of rhodes. but it genuinely comes off as someone who grew up in an ultra-conservative household and went off to college and is now fucking everything and everyone in sight. there’s nothing sexy about it once you put some thought into it.
it’s actually kind of disturbing because a.) it makes me think about all the disney starlets who went through that exact process; b.) with the aforementioned, it gives those of us who are kinky a bad name because now, there’s this assumption that we’re going through the same thing as well; and c.) i honestly didn’t think of this until now: there’s something “off” about that title. nevermind the fact that it feels very try-hard, but it just feels wrong, like i read it wrong or something… because it feels like a glorification of sorts. “i want you to hit me, and i want you to hit me hard.” i bet anyone old enough to remember 50 shades of grey has a puckered asshole right now.
it almost feels like she’s coasting, too, because she tried doing this whole “exploring myself” shtick on her last record.
honestly, i’m just tired of this whole “white girl has false sense of empowerment” thing because it’s not just old hat at this point, but it’s not fair to other women of different backgrounds, other women who have different stories from you, other women who have undergone you-know-what and a sentiment like that can actually trigger some things. and i think of the above, in how hate groups/people who hate others are sexually repressed to of horrific extent…
we get it, billie. you’re not a kid anymore. now take off that damn red hand pin… oh, wait, you did. pussy. i wonder what else you’re hiding or are you too cowardly?
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Two for the worm oc game
One: a thinker that has some variation of being able to touch any object and ask their power “can I use this object to cause*insert thing here*to happen, and if so how?“ generally works through some kind of rube Goldberg style chain reaction.
Two:a bio-tinker  Biotinker, with her knack being herself
Can do relatively minor modifications to other people by grafting modified parts onto them grown from her own genetic material. This only works for a set amount of time before the graft is rejected.
On herself she is capable of much greater modification. rather than going out in a traditional costume she basically just turns herself into a xenomorph.
Okay I normally have a rule about one OC per ask (I was getting asks with about 4 ideas on them) but you're new here and they're cool ideas.
Okay so the first Cape: You didn't specify that this is a Cauldron Cape but that was the initial vibe I got.....Okay I'm lying, the initial vibe I got is "This power is a variant of Path to Victory and the Cape is a Parahuman John Wick" now Cauldron does like to assess their customers for certain psychological profiles, so what I'm thinking is that at their core they're a fundamentally good person, but they're also capable of doing incredibly fucked up things. Cauldron is keeping tabs on most/all of the major criminal organisations on Earth Bet and this guy is someone they use to remove problem elements before they can get too dangerous; something that involves them being undercover within various organisations for extended periods of time....This has led to something of a mystique about them where people online have tried to connect various Capes across Earth Bet whose powers match up despite there being no other links (Similar to how Keanu Reeves being immortal is a meme)
Costume wise they were a long black coat that's stylised enough to be sort of capeish (Long, flowing, cinched at the waist and wide collar) with a suit (Two buttons, Italian, tapered trousers and the lining.... Tactical) and a simple black masquerade mask.
Their Cape name is "The Artisan" which absolutely came after they killed three guys with a pencil....I like the idea that it was when they were deployed with Contessa and Number Man, just a three person wrecking crew.
And onto the Second Cape: This has some absolutely incredible body horror potential....On top of just fighting crime as a monster themselves, think about how well "Armed" (Excuse the pun) their goons would be... I'm getting some Tyranid vibes, she turns herself into a living weapon and then grafts samples of herself to give her people claw-arms, acid cannons, wings, tails....New faces and fingerprints.
I'm thinking someone who had dreams of being a hero when she (A she feels right) first triggered, but just struggled to find a way to fit in with the image the Protectorate and PRT were trying to maintain (If Weaver needed to toned down then this critter is way too much) and eventually she just gave up and went independent, but she didn't stick with being a hero. She basically founded her own support network, which rapidly became a crew.... She's got an approach to Taylor in some ways, very benevolent warlord, keeping villains out of her turf by unleashing squads of people who don't have to follow the 'Rules' because they're not Capes.
I feel like her story ends with her getting protective custody, basically dismantling her entire operation, or what's left of it after they get hit by the S9; because this is definitely a cape Bonesaw would want to play with.
Cape name: 'Xtremity'
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Izzy Hands Is Not the Wasp That Stung You
My problem with wasps
When I was very young, maybe three years old, I met a wasp for the first time in my life. Of course I didn’t know what wasps were or what they could do, and by the time my dad had finished saying that I should just stay still, I had already flailed and got stung. It hurt, but that wasn’t the worst thing. The thing that shocked me the most was that there are these unpredictable insects that can just come out of nowhere and sting you, if you don’t stay still.
This incident led to me having two possible reactions when encountering a wasp. My first instinct was ”flight”, meaning that I would do anything it takes to put as much space between me and the wasp. Hearing the buzzing and/or seeing the black-and-yellow stripes was enough to send me running. If this was not a possibility, ”freeze” was the second option. After all, people kept saying that wasps won’t do anything if you don’t aggravate them, so if you stay still, they’ll let you be. But staying still was always the worse option out of the two, because the wasp could decide to land on my face, or just keep circling me and I would have to hear the horrible buzzing and just wait for it to fly away.
So, usually I ran. One memorable time I jumped into the lake from a rowboat, because there was nowhere else to run. One time I ran, tripped over my own feet and scratched my knees on the pavement. I was over 20 at the time. I’m twice that age now, and I still run whenever a wasp starts to circle me. I can’t help it. Sometimes the buzzing alone is enough to trigger it, even if it’s not a wasp. It can be a horsefly or a bumblebee. Seeing black-and-yellow striped hover flies works similarly. The first reaction is to get away. If I concentrate, I can maybe take in some additional information and assess if there is an actual danger. What’s the pitch of the buzz? What’s the flight pattern? How big is the insect?
Horse flies can just fuck off. They are going to try and take a bite of me, no matter what I do, so there’s no harm in trying to swat them, it won’t aggravate them more.
Bumblebees and honeybees are a different thing, though. Like wasps, they can sting if they feel threatened, so you should avoid swatting at them. But they aren’t as aggressive, and honeybees can’t even sting you more than once. These fuzzy buzzers just want to be left alone. They are important pollinators. Some people even think they are cute. I have friends who go ”awwwww, look at that fluffy little butt” when we walk past some flowers and there are bumblebees doing their work. And I hear the buzzing and see the stripes and quicken my steps. Even when I logically know that bumblebees are generally harmless, it doesn’t stop me from panicking if there’s a bumblebee in my immediate vicinity and I can’t get away from it.
One time, I was on a bus and there was a bumblebee trapped inside. Luckily, it was quite far away from me, so I just tried to breathe steadily, kept my eyes on it to make sure it wasn’t coming too close to me and hoped my stop would come soon. The bumblebee was in the middle of the bus, bonking against the window, trying to find a way out. There was also a group of people standing in the middle of the bus, and one of them went into absolute panic when they spotted the bumblebee. They started sobbing and yelling at their friends that they have to kill it. And I thought ”oh, but it doesn’t want to harm you, it’s just a bumblebee, I get that you are scared, but it’s really not posing you a threat right now.”
What does this have to do with Izzy?
There are people in OFMD fandom who interpret Izzy as an abuser and a bully.
The thing with interpretations is that they are extremely subjective. They depend on your personal life experiences. They are not undisputed facts. Everyone is entitled to their own interpretations. Also, those personal life experiences we have, they give us individual triggers.
I understand that there are people who get triggered by Izzy, I really do. He does something that reminds them of some real life abuser. He brings back bad memories. Izzy has black-and-yellow stripes and he is buzzing, therefore he must be swatted with a rolled newspaper. Anyone who tries to say that he’s just a little guy who’s just trying to do his job (and look at his fuzzy little butt!) is clearly just an abuse apologist. There is no difference between Izzy and the Badmintons, they are all stripy buzzing bastards.
I am absolutely in favour of ”get the fuck away from the same space where there are stripy buzzing things” if it triggers you, no matter if they are wasps or just bumblebees. Also, maybe don’t hang out with people who study bees for a living and can’t shut up about them (unless you’re trying to do some exposure therapy). Keep yourself safe and take care of your own wellbeing.
I am also absolutely against people trying to stop others from studying bees or talking about how fascinating bees are. Just because I got stung by a wasp and that traumatised me doesn’t mean everyone else went through the same thing. Of course there are wasps in the world and they will sting people, but I don’t go around calling people ”wasp apologists” if I see them saying that bumblebees are cute.
Izzy is not the wasp that stung you. Izzy is the worker bee who is trying to get things done and who will defend the hive when needed.
#our flag means death#izzy hands#wasps#abuse#trauma#triggers#empathy#discourse#cross-posted on Pillowfort
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Burn Notice - Season Seven
AKA the season of Michael torture, both figurative and literal. The writers said, ‘Let’s isolate him, separate him from his support network, and see how much we can put the poor bastard through. What horrible things can we make him do when he’s trapped and desperate and trying to decide which of his choices is the least awful?’ And they really went to town...
Michael. Er, yeah, see above.
When I was reviewing season five, I talked about a key difference between Jesse and Michael – that when Jesse was given his CIA job back, he decided it wasn’t worth the way they treated him and walked away, while Michael still thought it WAS worth it. Well, now he definitely doesn’t.
He was still enthusiastically on board while he was working with Pearce, and then he told Fiona he’d get out in Panama, before he discovered his boss was corrupt. So I’m guessing it was his brother getting killed that triggered the change. The direct confrontation with mortality? The guilt over Nate, and not wanting to do that to his mother again, maybe?
Michael hasn’t been doing great mentally for the last two seasons – constantly stressed, desperately plunging from one crisis to another. Season seven is not making that better. He’s not unaware of his precarious state either. When he’s told he can take one person with him for a mission, he chooses Sam. He could have picked Jesse, who’s younger, fitter, faster, but Michael doesn’t just need a field operative, he needs psychological support, and that’s the guy he’s trusted for nearly twenty years. The fact that he actually talks when Sam brings it up instead of insisting that he’s fine indicates just how bad it is.
And then it’s back into isolation, and when he eventually concludes that the CIA are at least as appalling as any of the people they send him after, he’s wavering between borderline suicidal and becoming that Ends Justifies The Means lunatic that Fiona and Vaughn were both warning him about back in season four.
Maddy – Michael’s relationship with his mother developed all through the series. When he first arrived in Miami, she barely knew him. He left home at seventeen and rarely came back. On Michael’s side, he still loved his mother, and felt some guilt over leaving, but he didn’t particularly like her. Over the years, they got to know one another as the people they became, and Maddy made a real effort to try and make up for failing him in his childhood.
Maddy’s looking after her grandson now that Nate’s dead, and she’s determined to do a better job than she did the first time. She even gives up smoking, which Michael’s been telling her to do for years XD But she never lost the guilt she felt over the damage she put her kids through – that she wasn’t strong enough to walk away from an abusive bastard – and that means she won’t fail him again, won’t lose any more family.
Fiona is So Done. She’s Done with Michael, and she’s Absolutely Fucking Done with the CIA. She wants to get back to the vibe of the early seasons when everyone was just having fun. She finds herself a nice guy who puts her first and has the same odd definition of ‘fun’ as she does. Unfortunately, that’s a decision she left too late, because the CIA are not done with her.
And of course, she was only done with Michael because he didn’t keep his promise to get out, because she thought he chose the job over her. By the time she finds out the choice he was given was rather different, she’s already moved on. But when Michael needs to be saved, she’s still right there volunteering to do the saving.
Sam is still Sam, with his own particular version of morals. He has no intrinsic objection to killing people sometimes, but he very much likes to know who he’s killing and why. He’s a lot less thrilled about shooting someone he knows nothing about just because he’s told to, but he’ll do it if he absolutely has to, and he’ll live with it and not let it drag at him too much. Because if he hadn’t done it, somebody else would have, and that somebody else might not have tried so hard to avoid it, and somebody else wouldn’t have been as motivated to protect Michael. Sam rationalises and compartmentalises, which is something of a job necessity.
He also has total faith in Michael, and he’s the last one of the gang to recognise that Michael’s crossing too many lines. He won’t believe it until he actually sees it.
Jesse's loyal, dedicated and practical, and still here for any of the gang under any circumstances. Back in season five, I wondered what exactly was making Jesse stick with these people after they turned his life into a total bonfire – he wasn’t even around for most of the part where people were having fun, he joined just as they were starting the slide into disaster. Maddy asks him the same question here, but at this point I don’t think it needs to be asked. The original trio have already proven back in season six that they’ll pull the maddest of the mad stunts for Jesse just the same as they will for each other, and he’s fully entrenched.
I never felt I got a handle on Jesse the same as I did with the others, though – I wanted to, and it didn’t happen and I’ve been trying to pin down why. He was only in four seasons, not seven, but that’s not the reason. I had a better feel for the others after three seasons than I do for Jesse after four.
Part of it’s that we see less of Jesse outside the team – we see little snippets here and there of his day job, but we never see where he lives, or anything about his personal life. There’s that suggestion back in season four that he’s hot for Fiona, and then nothing.
But honestly, I think most of it’s because Jesse’s just too damn nice. We know all of Sam’s bad habits as well as his good ones. We know that he's particular about how he folds his socks. We know about Fiona’s temper, her domestic violence trigger and her thing for collecting snow-globes. And we definitely know Michael’s issues and flaws, in technicolour. We never really get to see a down-side or any weird foibles with Jesse, and it leaves him a bit one-note compared with the others.
One of the big things with Burn Notice was that it was apparent a few seasons ago that there was no way for this to end with everyone alive and happy.
If Michael had made the choice he made at the end of the series earlier (and late season five when he was being blackmailed by Anson would have been a great time, honestly), he wouldn’t have been at peace with it. He would have forever been wondering if he could have won, if he could have fixed it, and it would have eaten away at him. Some people who died would have lived, but Maddy would have been miserable, with Michael vanishing from her life for a second time, and no explanation she’d understand.
And apparently Sam and Jesse are utterly unreformed and unchastened after their stints in cells, and are still planning to go out and do crime for good causes. Guys, I love you, but seriously... can’t you at least leave it for six months or so, act innocent for a bit and wait for some of the bad press to die down? No?
And honestly, I’m not surprised.
Jesse never really stopped, he was playing spy games one way or another the whole time. Sam did stop for two years, but that was before he realised that not stopping was an option, and it made him a borderline alcoholic. All of these people are fucking addicts. Nate said it to Michael once, and he was not wrong.
Which leads to the question of Michael and Fiona. Especially Fiona. Michael's burned out enough that he'll probably be fine just chilling, at least for a while. But how bored is she going to get?
And now I'm done. It feels a little weird to have finally reached the end - I almost wanted to put off watching the last two episodes so that I wouldn't have finished it. It's been two and a half months since I started watching, and two months since my brain vanished down the rabbit hole. But I'm also mid way through season three of the fanfic researching re-watch, so it's interesting to see what has and hasn't changed with hindsight...
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Evil King - Yoo Taeyang
A/N: Okay, so this probably took me so long to finish, its been in the works since last year, in my mind since last year. But it’s here. And let me just add, I had to write this while experiencing some hand problems, by the time I was editing, my hand had to be wrapped because it became swollen. So I hope you enjoy this, as much as I did creating it and writing it.
Warnings: AU, royalty, forbidden love, slow burn, swordplay, mention of murder, sorta enemies to lovers, womanizer!Taeyang, hint of yandere, obsessive behaviour, angst, explicit language, descriptive scenes, smut, sword kink, teasing, breast play, oral(female receiving), clit stimulation, fingering, cock licking, unprotected sex, praising, aftercare.
Trigger Warnings: Hint of Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, sword/sharp objects being used.
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Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
King Yoo Taeyang, a fighting King, yet known to be a lady's man, nobody could tame his heart that seemed to desire anything with a heartbeat, or that was what it seemed to be like from your perspective and from the rumours going around the palace yards, you were a maid in the palace, and you were assigned to his quarters during the day when he was away or in meetings, at night when you were finishing the last few things, you would see him return with a woman wrapped in his arms and leading them into his chambers before shutting the door.
To say it disgusted you was an understatement, but you did respect the King, he was after all for the people, a fierce swordsman and a fierce fighter that, had no mercy when it came to protecting his people, you had seen only a few deaths by him, and only because everyone was called to watch what would happen to anyone that, betrayed him and his kingdom, so it was rare for anyone to try, and go face-to-face with him.
Even though you were working right in the tiger’s den, you had thought of yourself fortunate enough to not have run into the King himself, it has been a few months now, and you were thinking that some kind of guardian angel was on your side and keeping the encounter from happening. Although, you did have to admit to yourself… You wanted to see the man unclose for yourself at least once, they had said his skin as if it had been kissed by the sun itself, and when he’s truly happy, a smile and a laugh that made you feel at ease and comfortable with him. From afar… He looked absolutely beautiful, handsome, like he was sculpted by the gods himself.
But to avoid him… was much better in your opinion, you would rather be left wondering how he looks unclose than become another statistic in his books of women he has slept with. Or… That was what you had wished for, but wishes sometimes don’t come true.
You were just finishing in his room when the door slides open, and you freeze in your spot, you hadn’t expected him to be back until late in the evening, had you missed something on your schedule for the day? You quickly spin around as you realize he could have your head for being disrespectful. Bloody hell… He was even more handsome unclose. You quickly bow and keep your head low, feeling your heart racing inside your chest, you try and keep your breathing steady to not give away how nervous you are.
You hear the door being slid closed before hearing his footsteps stepping closer to you, you close your eyes, swallowing, fuck. With each step he took closer to you, you could feel your mind spinning, and you only prayed that you wouldn’t pass out in front of him, or worse… disrespect him. He stops in front of you, and you open your eyes and see a hand slowly moving into your view before you felt two fingers underneath your chin and your head being lifted. Your breathing almost stops as you meet his dark brown eyes, you swear that they’re the most beautiful brown you’ve ever seen.
“I was wondering when we would finally meet each other,” He says, and fuck, his voice sounded so warm, like honey. “I’ve been wondering who cleaned my quarters and kept it spotless,” His eyes slowly move over your face before moving lower. “I just never expected the maid behind it all to be this beautiful,” You could feel your insides make a turn, having the King so close to you… Having him touch you. He begins to smirk and slides his fingers away from underneath your chin to touch your jaw. “Would you like to spend a little extra time here tonight?”
Perhaps you should have agreed, then maybe you wouldn’t have sparked an obsession in him, maybe you could have spared yourself from him, but instead, you spoke what you truly felt.
“I… My King, I must decline,” You say and break away from his grasp, quickly moving around him to collect all the cleaning supplies. “I must go,” He turns around hastily, a swoosh coming from his clothes as he does.
“Decline?” He asks, and you could hear a slight shift in his tone, Oh no, you had upset him. “Is there a reason why you are declining your King?” You swallow and keep your back towards him, you heard him take a step closer to you, his hands quickly touching your shoulders, making you flinch.
“I do not wish to spend extra time here, My King,” You whisper. “Respect my wish, please,” You feel his hands slowly slide down your arms, stopping once they reach your elbows. “I apologize, My King,” You quickly move out from his grasp and practically dash out of his chambers, leaving him confused and looking at your back as you leave.
“How interesting…” He mutters and begins to smirk. “If that is how it is, then so it shall be…”
The universe knows that you tried, tried your damn hardest to avoid him and stay clear of him, tried hard not to get pulled into his web, but he had quickly ordered the head cleaner to give him your schedule and then added personal changes to it, making sure you would see him every second of your day, the only times you didn’t see him, were the times he was in important meetings or out for the day. You were completely thrown off from your usual schedule, and you had to try and get used to it all.
You step into the sword room, for the first time you had started working in the palace, and found the King sitting on the steps with his sword drawn and looking at you as you froze in your spot, you had hoped he would be out for the day when you would clean the room, but there he was, waiting for you with his sword drawn and implanted into the wooden floods, sweat was covering his skin, which meant his practice had ended only a few minutes before she arrived.
You quickly bow before pulling the supplies into the room and nervously begin looking around to see where you had to clean first, you could feel his eyes burning into you as you move across the room with a rag in your hand,
“You’re late,” He says, his tone cold and harsh as he spoke, making you shiver. “Why are you late?” You keep your back turned to him, afraid to look at him. “I personally created your new schedule, and you’re late, explain yourself,” You hear shuffling behind you before hearing the floorboards creak and heard footsteps approaching you. “Will you stay silent or will you explain yourself to your King?” He stops behind you, making you feel the heat radiating off from him and onto you.
“I, My King… I was held up,” You whisper, hoping your tone was even enough. You feel a hand on your shoulder before feeling it slowly slide towards the side of your neck. “My King…” You feel his fingers touch your neck before feeling his hand slide over your throat and upwards to cup your jaw.
“Where were you held up?” His tone was low, and right in your ear as he spoke, making you swallow, which he felt from the light pressure he was applying to your throat.
“Laundry,” You whimper out, your eyes fluttering as you try and stay composed. You feel his hand sliding upwards until his fingers were pressed against your lips. “Someone else was late,” He pulls his hand away, and you feel his breathing right against your neck.
“Don’t let it happen again next time,” He mutters before he pulls back, and you hear the sound of his sword being dragged along the floor before he puts it away, you hear the door sliding open and close before you let out a sigh of relief, finally being left alone for you to try and compose yourself, to try and get your heart rate under control. You weren’t sure if you would ever leave the palace alive.
The following morning you step into his chambers and found him sitting on his bed, you bow as you feel dread filling you. He was everywhere suddenly. You pull in the cleaning supplies and make your way to the cleaning bowl behind a screen wall, you hear him get up and hear him follow you.
“I see you can be on time,” He says, he presses his front to your back. “Don’t be late when you must clean the sword room,” You so desperately wanted to ask him what his problem was, why he was doing this to you, but you knew your head would roll if you dared to speak out against him. You feel his hand cup your cheek and turn your head to look over your shoulder to look at him. “You’re a mystery… one I’m willing to figure out,” He mutters before releasing your cheek. “Unfortunately, I have to go for a meeting, otherwise I’d have kept you company,” He steps away from you before you hear him leave. You take in a deep breath before slowly breathing it out.
How in the world did you find yourself in this position?
You step into his chambers and found him seated on his bed, his robes undone and his chest on display, you gasp and quickly turn around, most likely not the most respectful thing you could have done, but fuck, you believed it was more disrespectful to stare at your King’s chest on display, you hear movement behind you and hear his footsteps approaching you, your heart rate picks up, and you begin wondering if you had a medical condition that you should get looked at.
“It is quite rude to turn your back on your King,” You hear him say, you swallow as you feel his warmth touch your back, his scent quickly surrounds you. “But I will not tell a soul, and we can skip the entire punishment thing, besides… you respected my modesty,” You could hear the teasing in his tone as spoke to you. You feel his hands touch your shoulders and slowly slide towards the side of your neck, his fingers touch your skin, and you stop breathing. “Your heart is beating quite fast… Are you sick?”
“I... I, no, my King,” You whisper, your eyes fluttering as you fight to keep them open. You feel his fingers slowly slide forward and touch your collarbone before stopping once the tips of his fingers reached the top of your uniform.
“I shall believe you,” He whispers, his tone sounded so close to your ear, and you quickly realize that he was leaning closer to your ear. “Don’t get sick, otherwise I won’t be able to see you any more,” His hands disappear from your neck and his warmth disappears also, you hear the swish of his robes as he pulls them close and into place. “I hope to see you in the sword room,” He says before moving past you and exiting his chambers, he turns to you, and you watch as his eyes sparkle, some of his hair covers his eyes. “Maybe I can stay longer tomorrow morning, and we can spend some more time together,” And with that, he turns and leaves, leaving you feeling light-headed and breathing in deeply.
The touching and teasing continued for days and days, he had made sure to touch at least one part of you, whether that be your hand, neck or face, even caressing the small of your back as you were on your knees cleaning the floors, you tried to ignore it all, but it was constantly, and you were thinking about quitting and getting away, but would it really be easy to get away from someone that seems to have developed an obsession with you? You were constantly on edge, yet, you were slowly getting used to his touching and teasing, which made you even more nervous, and question your own sanity.
You could feel his dark eyes watching you as you nervously cleaned a few items in the sword room, you lower your head, and you hear him draw his sword before hearing footsteps approach you, your already fast beating heart speeds up, and your breathing comes to a stop when the cold metal of his sword touches just below your chin and guides you to tilt your head.
“Look at me…” He mutters, his tone dark, rough. “I can do as I please, with whom I please, yet…” You swallow, feeling the sharp edge of the sword press against your throat. “You have lately been occupying my mind when I want to do as I please with the countless women entering my chambers at night… Why?” You had picked up on his dark demeanour, but you had no idea it was because you had occupied his mind. “Why?” He presses the blade harder against your skin. “Why are you rejecting me as well… I can make you feel like you’re on top of the world, yet… Why?”
“My King…” You try to whisper, but it came out more as a whimper, he watches as your eyes waver, he could see the fear in them and felt something inside him compel him to pull the sword away. He watches you for a moment before storming out of the room with his sword in hand, you take in a deep breath and sink to your knees, feeling your legs giving up on you, and sobs rack from you.
You had managed to calm yourself down from the events of the afternoon and forced yourself to go into his room to make his bed for the night before you would return to the maid’s quarters, you had expected him to take longer to return to his room as he did every night, but the day seemed to have something against you, you freeze as you hear the door open and close, his footsteps approach you and his bed. You quickly scramble to your feet, attempting to turn around, but he quickly stops you by wrapping an arm around you, you freeze and your breathing completely stops for the second time that day as you catch sight of his sword.
“My King…” You don’t know why your whispers sounded like whimpers, but you wished they hadn’t. You watch as the sword slowly moves closer to your face, the tip pauses only centimetres from your lips.
“Maybe you’re not like the others…” You hear him say, you feel his breath fanning against your earlobe. “Perhaps you want a thrill… or perhaps you’re just not interested in your King, is that it?” You kept your eyes on the tip of the sword. “You can answer honestly, I won’t hold it against you,” You swallow and take in a slow deep breath, afraid if you gasped that you would trigger something you shouldn’t.
“I find my King to be handsome, but not my type, My King,” You say, you hear him hum behind you, and you watch as the sword moves away from you, a noise leaves the back of your throat, and you wish you could strangle yourself, especially when you felt how your panties had become soaked. Fuck, what was wrong with you?
“If I’m not your type, then there is nothing I can do about it,” He says. “But I am glad to hear my maid finds me handsome,” His warmth disappears from behind you. “But… I heard you don’t always fall in love with what you believe is your type,” You lower your head, and try to control your breathing. “So I believe if I can persuade you…”
“My King…” You breathe out and slowly turn around to look at him, you find amusement in his eyes and a light smirk on his lips. “Please… I beg, do not play with my feelings or my heart,” You quickly move past him, not caring if you weren’t finished, you just wanted to leave and get some rest after the day you had.
And even though you had asked him not to do that, his touching and teasing continued, and even you had to admit, that you had tried your damn hardest to resist him, to resist everything, but being in his company for so long, resistance… became harder. And every night when you would finish in his quarters, you would notice the women he invites to his room would become less and less until one evening he hadn’t invited anyone over. No other women showed up for days, weeks, and you were becoming suspicious of the behaviour. Could you believe that he had suddenly changed? You weren’t sure, because, for years and years, he had invited women to his chambers, only to send them out before midnight would hit, you could see tears in their eyes and their hopes to be the one to change the king broken in them also, anyone that thought they could change the King… Was a fool. Perhaps you were a fool also.
As you were cleaning the sword room, for once alone, you paused in front of the sword that had now been against your skin twice, wondering how it would feel to hold it, wondering if he had a thrill to hold this sword and hold it against you, but you couldn’t deny it to yourself, you had to clean yourself when he brought the sword closer to your skin, and you weren’t sure… If you felt a rush, a thrill when he held it against your skin, literally playing with your life just like that.
You didn’t hear the door slide open and close, nor did you hear his footsteps approach you, you only froze when you felt his warmth against your back, you knew it was him, you had become too familiar with the way he smelt.
“Admiring it?” He asks lowly, right in your ear. “Do you wish to hold it?” You felt a shiver run through you. “Allow me…” He reaches around you and picks up the sword before bringing it closer to you. “Lift your hands,” You do as you’re told as if you are in a trance and lift your hands. He places the cold metal in your hands, making you feel how heavy it is. “Do you know how to wield it?” You didn’t, you only watched the swordsmen practice in the courtyard.
“No…” You whisper. “I’ve only seen, watched.”
“Let me show you…” He mutters. And fuck… You should have run, he wraps his hand around yours, the significant size difference caused his hand to engulf yours. He pulls you away from the sword display and to the middle of the room and begins guiding you around the room, moving your arm the way he usually does, but slower, you knew at that very moment… You were screwed, and somewhere along the way you had fallen for the womaniser King.
You couldn’t get your mind off of how his arms had wrapped around you that day, how he guided you through everything as detailed as he could, showing you the basics of wielding a sword, his sword. You could feel yourself blush at the thought when you remembered how warm he felt, his front pressed against your back and the veins on his hands leading up his arms and disappearing underneath his long sleeves. You wished you could see where they stopped, and even wished that you could trace them.
You step out from his chambers and slide the door closed, only just finished making his bed, you were behind your schedule with how absent-minded you were. You hadn’t even seen him standing at the entrance of the hallway.
“Finished?” He asks, making you jump and turn to look at him. You bow and move everything out of his way. “A shame… I would have loved to spend a little extra time with you,” He smiles, gotdamn, the way his smile seems to have lit this dim hallway. He slides the door to his chambers open and steps inside, he turns back to you. “Tomorrow then… Y/n,” It was the first time he had said your name, and you felt a warmth spread through you.
Word started spreading that the King no longer invited any women to his chambers, and speculation made the rounds that someone had changed him. You didn’t think much of it or pay it much attention, you just knew that you had seen him change, and maybe he wasn’t such a disgusting man that you had thought he was.
But then the word went around among the newer maids that you were cleaning his quarters, and you were always around him, ignoring the fact that it was against your will, and part of your job when you had joined. And suddenly, overnight, you were outcasted and treated differently.
“You’re so damn unworthy of the King’s attention,” One of them says as they push you backwards, you drop the linen in your hand, causing it to fall in the mud. “See, can’t even keep the King’s sheets clean,” They step onto the sheets, dirtying it further, before walking away, sniggering. You let out a sigh and picked up the linen, not caring if it would dirty your clothes, you had to clean them again or at least find new ones.
You took the abuse, you didn’t want to cause any trouble, you knew the guards and higher ranking people had more important things to deal with than the rumour about the King and the maid potentially seeing each other, but you never expected the King himself to witness this abuse.
“What is going on here?!” His voice booms loudly through the courtyard, the maid that had pushed you to the ground pauses, you watch as fear seeps into her eyes before she slowly turns to look at the King, who was slowly striding in the direction of the scene. “Well… is anyone going to answer me?” You look away from him as his eyes land on you.
“My King, I… I,” She stutters, trying to find an explanation for what was happening. “I, she… she was slacking off, and I… I was trying to-”
“Your senior was slacking off?” Taeyang asks, raising his brow. “The maid I personally chose to clean my personal space?” You kept your gaze low as you see his feet appear in your vision. “Impossible… I would have noticed if she had, which means, you are telling a lie,” His tone sounded cold. “Take her, and set a hearing for punishment for this afternoon,” You quickly scramble out of the way as guards rush to her side.
“MY KING!” She yells before being dragged away, her screaming getting further and further away. You watch as a hand slowly comes into your vision, and you hear everyone surrounding the scene begin to whisper.
“Do none of you have work to do?” You hear him ask before hearing footsteps scattering away. “How long has this been going on?” You slowly turn your head to look up at him. “How long have they been watching and abusing you?”
“It doesn’t matter,” You mumble. He lets out a frustrated sigh and reaches down for your hand, he pulls you to your feet.
“Of course, it matters,” He says. His eyes quickly move over you, trying to find any damage on you. “They have rules, and rules are meant to be followed, if not, then what is the point of having them behind these walls?” He lifts your hand, finding a few scratches on your dirtier palm. “Barbaric, that is what they are for choosing abusive tactics, they’re almost just as barbaric as our enemies,” You pull your hand away from his grip. “Y/n…” It was only the second time you had heard him say your name, in any other situation you may have paused to let it sink in, but right now… you just wanted to disappear.
“I will be late for my duties, I must go clean myself,” You say and quickly turn around, you could feel tears brimming in your eyes. You were sure that by now whatever everyone had speculated, would practically be confirmed and spreading around like wildfire, even though you and the King… were not in any kind of relationship.
As you were preparing to get ready to take a bath that night, guards invade your chambers, and you just barely managed to pull a cover over you before you were taken to the palace, to your King’s chambers, practically naked. You were forced down on your knees in front of him, and you tried to keep yourself covered in front of everyone. Anger goes through him as he sees the state you were in.
“How dare you!” You shiver as you hear the anger in his voice. “Do none of you have respect for a woman’s privacy?” He growls out and points to his door. “Get out, now,” They quickly scramble out the door, and he looks at you, feeling guilty for having them go and get you as you could have possibly been naked, had they seen something they weren’t supposed to? He takes in a deep breath. “My intent was not for them to take you… in such a state,” He tries to explain himself. “I… I have no excuse, I apologize, let me find you something to cover yourself with,” He begins looking through his room, through his clothes.
“My King, why am I here?” You ask, your tone wavering as you do. He freezes as he hears your shaking tone. You kept your head down, afraid to look up at him.
“I wished for you to be here…” He says, slowly turning to face you. “I can no longer deny it to myself, you’ve managed to claw your way into my heart,” You gasp at his confession, your mind racing, your heart racing. “I must confess to you, because I am sure that you feel the same, and this must be a lot to process,” He takes a step towards you before pausing. “But I do not want you to be sleeping in the maid's quarters anymore, not with what I’ve seen and heard for myself,” He steps closer to you, the cover he wanted to find completely erased from his mind. He lowers down to his knees in front of you and slowly outstretches his arm to cup your cheek, he lifts your head to make you look at him. “You’ll either sleep here or I’ll arrange a new chamber for you to be made nearby, but you will not return to the quarters,” You weren’t sure how to react to him, you were in shock, how could you respond to this? How could you react?
The following morning you were quickly ushered into the eating hall, you had barely had a moment to get ready when maids had come to get you and help you prepare, you were sat across from the King, and he was smiling at you.
“I hope it’s something you will enjoy,” He says, a plate was set down in front of you. “And while we’re here, your schedule has been cleared for the day,” You slowly nod your head, confused about what was happening, and why it was happening. “How are your hand's feelings?” You quickly turn them upwards to look at the fading scratches.
“They’re okay, My King,” You whisper. You were avoiding eye contact with him.
“I will have a look at them later, but for now, please, enjoy,” He says and gestures to the food in front of you, you bow your head and pick up one of the utensils and begin eating.
You were once again ushered into the eating hall at lunch and dinner, you had wished that everything would have sunk in by the time evening had reached, but you were still in shock. After finishing dinner, you were guided back to his chambers and found your clothes, and new ones had been brought and were filling some space in his room. He steps into his room and moves next to you.
“I’ve asked for them to bring us something to drink,” He says, you nod your head, unsure what to say. “We need to discuss your future here in the palace,” You swallow, your heart rate picking up quickly. Were you about to be let go? No, that couldn’t be it, he had admitted his feelings for you, he wouldn’t kick you out. “It’s nothing bad, you look concerned,” He moves in front of you before hearing a knock on the wooden frame outside, he steps back and watches as the servers brought in the drinks he had requested before leaving. “Come… sit, let me pour you something to calm your nerves,” He guides you to one of the pillows on the floor, and you quickly sit down on it.
“My king,” You softly say, watching as he picks up a glass. “What’s this about, if I may ask?” He sits down on the other pillow across from you.
“Your work,” He says. “From tomorrow onwards, you will no longer be working as a maid,” You didn’t know if you had to feel relieved. “You will rest, do as you please and what you want,” He moves a little closer to you, your heart thumbs loudly in your chest.
“And what if I want to work?” You whisper, you didn’t want to stop working, you would have no idea what to do with yourself if you were supposed to stop working. What would you ever do? What would you even do with all that free time? He clears his throat, not expecting you to say that.
“Then you can choose any place you wish to work at…” He says. He would have preferred you not work at all, but if you wished to work, then you could at least choose the work you wished to do and where you wanted to do it. And his words clearly surprised you, but you couldn’t help but smile.
You could hear your heart thundering in your chest as the days passed, you weren’t necessarily on edge, but you knew that he had started making you nervous in a much different way. His touches had become more intimidating and his much going, which had you craving it just a little more every day. You ended up choosing to continue cleaning his quarters, mostly because you didn’t want the others to find your clothing in his room, and it was the only place you were allowed to do, and of course, he insisted that if you were going to clean his quarters, you should still clean his sword room, which he continued to practice his skins in while you were there.
Weeks pass and you found yourself in his chambers with a separate bed inside it, you were laying awake, your mind rushing a million miles an hour, and sleep seemed impossible. You turn onto your side to look at him, your eyes slowly move over his form, his face looked absolutely peaceful, sculpted beautifully, his jaw was sharp even as he laid there, his lips plush and his skin was the perfect colour, his hair fell over his face slightly, but even it shined just like he did, your eyes carefully move lower and watch as his chest rises and falls. His arms were above the covers, seeing his hands at his side, your eyes slowly move over them to take in their shape, how his fingers were also sculpted, the veins on his hands were perfect, not too much and not too little. You couldn’t help but think to yourself… When had you become this interested in your King?
“Can’t sleep?” He breathes out, your eyes snap upwards and found his head turned and his eyes open and watching you.
“I…” You breathe out. He turns onto his side and props himself up onto his elbow, you swallow and lick your lips. His dark eyes watched you carefully, waiting for your next movement.
“What’s on your mind…?” He slowly asks. You move to sit before moving onto your hands and knees.
“My King…” You whisper. “May I try something?” He raises an eyebrow and slowly nods his head, you watch as some of his hair falls over his eyes. You could feel your entire body starting to quiver, you slowly move towards him on your hands and knees, the sound of the fabric moving was practically the only noise you could hear aside from your own breathing and erratic heart rate. His eyes stay unmoving, unblinking, watching you with interest. You stop next to his bed and lift one hand, he quickly picks up on his much it shakes and takes it into his hand, and slowly pulls it towards his face, pressing it against his cheek.
“Don’t be scared…” He whispers, his voice sounding so damn calming. You lean closer, your hair falls over your shoulder, your eyes flutter before your lips touch his, you instantly pull away, your senses kicking in immediately, his hand releases yours, and he moves it to the back of your head, pressing down against it and pulling you in for a proper kiss, and making sure you couldn’t pull away so hastily this time.
You awoke the next morning, not in your bed that he had arranged in his room, but in his bed instead, you were alone underneath the sheets, but you could see his silhouette behind the screen where he was washing his face. Your mind drifts back to the night before, how soft and warm his lips were, how his fingers twisted into your hair as your lips moved together. A smile begins forming on your lips at the memory and the feeling of it.
“Thinking of last night?” His voice interrupts your thoughts, making you blink rapidly before looking at him. His torso was on display and his lower half was covered, you quickly lower your head and turn it against the pillow, blocking your view from him. He chuckles, and you hear him step up the stairs to reach his bed. “Take your time getting ready... I can’t shake the feeling of your lips against mine either,” You feel his hand touch your shoulder and slowly slide over your shoulder blade before his hand disappears from you, and you hear him move away from the bed. “I must admit, I did not expect that.”
“I did not expect that from myself either,” You say, your words sounding muffled by the pillow. You hear him laugh and hear movement from his clothes as he begins dressing himself.
“Do you regret it?” He asks. An image of last night flashes through your mind, your hand unconsciously grips onto the pillow as you imagined yourself gripping onto his hair, how you wish you had done that last night.
“No,” You finally answer him. And it was the truth, you didn’t regret it, you only wished you had willed yourself to be braver and do a little more. “I don’t regret it all.”
A few days passed since then, and you weren’t sure what to call what was between yourself and the King, could you call it a relationship? Or was it something else? You hoped that it was something more, and not just a game to him, a mere afterthought when he becomes bored.
You were inside the sword room, cleaning, or trying to, and he was practising with one of his men, you were looking at him, biting your lower lip and shifting your weight from one leg to the other, he catches sight of how you were watching him, biting your lip and trying to hide the fact that you were turned on from something. He couldn’t help but smile to himself before ending the practice and leaving the room, taking note of your reaction to him wielding his sword.
A few nights passed, and you were preparing yourself for bed when the door slides open and closed, you hear footsteps approach you, but think nothing of it a first.
“Do you trust me?” You hear him ask, his voice almost sounded like he was nervous when he had asked you. “Don’t turn around, just answer me,” You swallow and slowly nod your head.
“I do…” You whisper. You hear him stop a few feet behind you before you see a flash of silver metal coming into your view, you swallow and hear him take a step closer to you.
“I’ll have someone make you the finest pair of sleepwear… but I wish to destroy these, do I have your consent?” He asks, you swallow and feel your legs trembling beneath you and wetness pooling between your folds.
“Yes, my King…” You answer. You watch the sword disappear from your view, you were almost thankful he had shown you what he had in his hand, but fuck, it somehow turned you on even more to imagine the cold steel against your skin, you had felt it once, and that memory was still burned into your mind. You feel his fingers brush against your skin before feeling him move your hair over your shoulders, moving them out of his way, you feel the cold metal touch the top of your spine and feel the sharp edge touch your skin and slide down against your spine until it had slipped into your dress. With one swift movement, he pulls at it, and you hear the fabric being torn, causing you to whimper, and your breathing to become heavier and deeper.
The sleeves on your shoulders fall down your arms, exposing your bare back to him, the dress pools onto the floor around your feet, and you were almost thankful that he was behind you and not in front of you to see your naked front, but you were sure that whatever would happen here tonight would lead to him seeing every part of you. You feel the blade slide lower, the only thing you still had on was a pair of panties, and you were sure they would be next.
“Does your consent still stand?” He asks. Your mind was in a hazy spin, you could practically feel your arousal dripping from you and making a mess between your legs. You should stop, you should tell him to stop, but you don’t want him to stop.
“Yes,” You breathe out, it almost sounded like a moan, a plea for him to continue. You feel the cold metal sliding into your panties, and you feel the cold blade touch your asscheeks before you hear the fabric being torn by the sharp end. “Oh,” Your head falls back and your eyes flutter, you feel his front press against your back before feeling an arm move around you and his hand wrapping around your throat and pressing his fingers against your jaw.
“You can revoke your consent at any time,” He mutters, he could feel your heart beating erratically with where his fingers were resting. “I’m not unfair,” You swallow, and you were aware that he could feel it against the palm of his hand.
“I know, my King,” You whisper. His hand slowly releases your throat and slides lower until they reach the curve of your breast before his hand moves away and grips onto your waist, turning you around to face him. His eyes immediately fall lower to roam over your chest and front, taking all of you in, taking everything in. You move your hands to cover yourself, but he manages to grab your wrist and stop you.
“Don’t…” He mutters. “You can’t possibly wish to hide yourself from me, unless you revoke your consent,” You swallow and try to look anywhere else but at him. He slowly backs you up before laying you down on your bed and moves to straddle one of your thighs, his sword still in hand. His hand releases your wrists, and he moves his hand to your hip. He slowly slides his hand upwards and stops just below your tit. “You’re special indeed.”
“Do you say that… to all your bed warmers?” The words slipped from your lips, he suddenly freezes and slowly lifts his gaze from your exposed chest.
“Do you see yourself as just another fling to me?” He asks, his tone suddenly changing. “Is what you think is about to happen between us, nothing but a thought that I will toss you aside once I’ve had what I wanted?” You swallow and slowly nod your head, you had started the conversation, you may as well finish it also. “I believe we’ve spent time with each other a lot longer than I had ever spent with those women, combined, I would not be putting in this much effort if you were just another fling.”
“How would I know?” You whisper back. His hand leaves your breast, and he moves to cup your cheek, he releases the sword next to you on the bed and moves that hand through your hair.
“Because, you are different from them,” He says. “And I don’t mean, desperate as they were, you never wanted my attention, you never once begged me to sleep with you to brag to your friends…” You take in a slow, deep breath. “You were different from the start, and I became so used to women throwing themselves at me, not telling me ‘no’, that when you said no… it surprised me and I became intrigued with you, curious if you were playing with me,” His fingers gently comb through your hair. “But you kept refusing me, refusing my touches, and when you kissed me that night and immediately pulled away…”
“I was curious that night,” You quickly mutter, making him chuckle.
“Curious about what?” He softly asks. He leans down, and you could feel his robes rubbing against your bare skin.
“About how your lips would feel, taste…” You whisper, he smirks and twists his fingers into your hair, you quickly reach up, not wanting to miss the opportunity to do the same to him this time. But you hesitate.
“All this hesitation, and for what?” He mutters, and releases your cheek to reach up for your hand and place it on the back of his head, your fingers quickly twist into his hair. “No woman, that has a plot to sleep with me would be so hesitant in touching me, everyone was always so eager, eager to see me naked, eager to feel how their King’s cock felt inside them, and eager to know if they felt good enough to be my wife or even my mistress, but you…” He softly chuckles and shakes his head, you watch as his hair bounces and moves in front of his eyes. “So shy when I just begin to remove my robes, how quickly you hide our face… and how hesitant you are, tells me enough.”
“Tells you enough?” You ask. “How would you know it’s not part of the plan, to fool you?” He hums and untwists his fingers from your hair.
“If it was… then I foolishly fell for it and for you,” He says. You could feel your heart taking a leap at his words. “But unfortunately for you, I know it’s not part of some grand plan, I know whatever it is you’re feeling here and now… is at least real,” You swallow and let out a shuddering breath. “My obsessive behaviour after we met, I do apologize for it, but I can’t tell you I regret it, otherwise we would not be here right now,” He begins moving away from you. “Do you have any more doubt, any more questions?”
“Yes, I do have one question…” You mutter, you were willing to take this risk and see if he truly felt anything for you, or if you would be pushed aside. “Will you be continuing what you started?” You nod towards the sword laying next to you.
“If you wish to continue,” He says, and slides his fingers from your hair, his hand releases your wrist and your hand falls from his hair as he picks up his sword. “Do you wish to continue?”
“I do,” You whisper. You gasp as you feel the blade touch your collarbone, your eyes move to look at his face and found his eyes watching the blade as he carefully begins sliding it down your skin. “Oh, hmm,” You whimper out, feeling your insides churning and your panties becoming soaked. The blade slowly travels over the curve of your breast, and gently over your nipple, causing it to become hard, your chest rises up and down as you breathe in rapidly. You move to squeeze your legs together, only for you to squeeze your legs against his.
“Does this turn you on so much?” He asks. “To feel the cold steel, that could take your life at any given moment, travelling over your skin…���
“My King…” You whimper out, your eyes fluttering. You feel it move over your under boob and slowly over your ribs and tummy before pausing just below your belly button.
“You sound absolutely desperate when you say it like that,” He says. He watches as you suck in your tummy before he moves the blade towards the crease of your hip and slides inside your panties. “I already ruined the back of them, may as well destroy them completely,” He pulls his sword upwards and your clit twitches as you hear the fabric being torn before feeling it fall against you. “I’ll be sure to get you new ones, better ones,” He presses the blade against your upper thigh and slowly slides it over your mound and underneath the remaining fabric and tugs upwards, cutting it open also.
“I… Oh,” You whimper out, your head turns against the bed, and you reach up to grip onto a pillow. He moves lower on your leg and slowly slides the sword over the top of your thighs and slowly to the inside of them, his eyes flash upwards to watch your face before his eyes were back to where he was holding the sword against your skin. “Hmm,” He lifts it away before you feel the flat side press against your folds, making you hear a squelching sound before he pulls away, your eyes immediately move to him.
“Well… fuck,” He mutters as he saw your arousal sitting against the blade. “So wet, all because of this,” He places the sword down next to the bed, making sure it was out of the way and that neither of you would get hurt by it. He places his hand on your thigh and slowly slides his hand upwards, over the crease of your hip and over your belly until he reaches your tit, he slides his thumb over your nipple and rubs a slow circle over it.
“Hmm, hmm,” You couldn’t help but whimper out, your skin felt so hot, and his skin felt almost cold as he touched you. “I… My King,” He slowly rolls the bud underneath his finger before taking it between his fingers and slowly rolling it between his fingers. “Oh,” You sigh out. He slightly tugs your nipple before releasing it and sliding his finger over the swollen and hardened bud.
“So pretty,” He mutters. He flattens his hand over your breast and kneads his fingers into your tit while rubbing his palm over your nipple. “Hmm…” He suddenly moves his hand away from your breast, and you feel his robes touch your bare body, moments later you feel his tongue flatten against your under boob and slowly slides upwards until he reaches your nipple, his lips wrap around your nipple, and he sucks it into his mouth. You could feel your walls squeeze around nothing as a feeling moves down to your core.
“Oh… Ohh,” You breathe out, your eyes fluttering, you move your hand to the back of his head and run your fingers through his hair. “So good…” You mumble, your nails scratch against his scalp, making him move his hips against your leg, your eyes open wide as you were made aware of how hard cock practically resting on your thigh, if it weren’t for his robes, it would have been on your thigh. “King… My King,” You whimper out and tug at his hair, he pulls away from your nipple, silver strings of saliva breaking off and coating your tit.
“Fuck… I wonder how you’ll react when I suck on something else,” He says. Your hand falls away from his hair as he sits upright on your leg. “Let’s see,” He climbs off your leg and moves between them, using his body to push them open. You could feel your arousal squelching as your pussy lips were being parted. “Hmm, my fuck… You smell so good and look so wet,” He leans down and moves his arms underneath your legs, he lifts them, causing your hips to slightly lift off the bed. “Hmm…”
“My King… fuck, I, fuck,” You stumble over your words. You weren’t even sure what to say in this situation. You feel his hair tickling the inside of your thighs before feeling his nose moving over your mound, causing your pubic hair to tickle, before you felt his nose move over your folds.
“Fuck, so good, and I haven’t tasted yet,” He mutters. He pushes his nose against your pussy, above your clit, and takes in a deep breath, causing your clit to twitch. “Hmm,” You feel the vibrations of his hum shoot up inside you, making you wetter and casing a tightening feeling to begin building inside you already. “Let me taste…” You gasp as you feel his tongue flatten against your clit and lick a stripe over it, your head thrashes against the bed at the stimulation against your clit.
“King Taeyang!” You moan out, your palms opening and closing as you didn’t know where to grab or hold onto. “Fuck!” He smirks and dips his head lower and flattens his tongue against you, the tip of it pushes inside you before he licks a stripe upwards, over your clit again. “Ahh, ohh,” Your eyes flutter as your breathing becomes shallow. He repeats it again but this time his mouth wraps around your clit, and he slides his tongue over the throbbing nub several times, your body tenses up as you feel a warm feeling going through you at rapid speed. “My King, Oh, fuck!” The feeling suddenly stops, and you’re left breathing hard and feeling cool air blowing against your sweat-coated skin.
You feel him push one of your legs over his shoulder before feeling some movements between your legs and seconds later, your body jerks as you feel his fingers touch your folds and slowly slide over them, slowly travelling towards your slit. You press your heel into his back before bending your leg, opening yourself more for him, giving him more space to work with, causing him to pull away from your clit.
“Fuck, such a good girl,” He immediately says before swallowing. “Knowing exactly what to do to make herself feel good,” You whimper and stare upwards, waiting in anticipation for his next move. “You deserve to cum so hard, I hope I can give that to you,” You feel his fingers touch your slit, and he slides one into you.
“Oh… oh,” You breathe out and twist your fingers into the covers as you feel how easily his digit slipped into you. He slowly slides it out, and you feel another finger poking at your slit before feeling a light stretch as he pushes two digits inside you. “Fuck, I… oh, I,” He slowly turns them inside you before using a scissoring motion inside you. “Fuck!” Your back arches as you feel his lips brush over your clit before his tongue flicks over it. “Oh!” Your eyes fall shut, the sounds coming from you as he was pumping and scissoring his fingers inside you were sinful, and the feeling he was making you feel as he licked your clit was just as sinful.
His lips wrap around your clit, and he sucks on it, you release the covers and reach down with one hand, running your fingers through his hair and tug on it, making him groan against your clit, which causes your walls to clench around his fingers. He tugs at your clit before using his tongue against it, causing another warm feeling to rush through you and towards the tension that was building inside you. You could feel your legs tensing up, and you were pressing your foot into his shoulder as you were edging closer to a high.
“I, fuck, I, My King, I’m… gonna…” You mutter, your fingers twist into his black hair, tugging at it as if you were trying to use him to hold back your orgasm. “I’m…” You feel a third digit enter you, stretch your walls and cause a burning sensation to go through them. They squeeze around his fingers as his movements slow down, allowing you to adjust to them. He releases your clit and breathes against it, keeping you right on the edge of your high.
“Tug harder…” He mutters, which quickly makes your grip on his hair tightened. Fuck, everything he was doing to you, felt so good, you’ve never experienced this type of euphoric feeling before, and you were sure that you were becoming addicted to the feeling of it. His fingers begin moving faster inside you.
“Oh… fuck, feels so good, my King,” You moan out. You didn’t need to say more before his lips were latched against your clit again, and he was sucking on it harder than before as he twists and turns and pumps his fingers in and out of you, you could feel your arousal slipping between your asscheeks and dripping onto the bed covers. “I, fuck, I’m… MY KING!” Your breathing deepens and you feel your insides tugging together, you tug at his hair, earning a groan against your clit, the vibrations move through you and into the tightening feeling inside you. “I, FUCK!” Your back arches as your body become overwhelmed with the feeling of everything, the sounds, his fingers inside you, his mouth on your clit. Your toes curl as you feel the tension inside you snap, and you were pushed off the edge.
“FUCK!” You moan, your hips lifting and grinding against his face before you lower them. He continues sucking on your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of you to ease you through your high, your muscles tense and pulls as stars dance behind your eyelids, your body tingled with the euphoric feeling, your mind absolutely blank because of it. “I’m, ohh, uhh,” You were blubbering out any kind of noise you could muster up, if it were in any other situation, you may have been embarrassed about it. He releases your clit and sits back, causing your hand to fall from his hair, his fingers curl and uncurl inside you slowly, waiting for you to come down from your high and when you do, he removes them, causing your cum to spill onto the bed, you twist your fingers into the sheets before releasing them, you lift your head to look at him, seeing how dark his eyes are. “Let me help you undress…” He takes your leg off from his shoulder and unwraps his arm from around the other one before he quickly stands from your bed, and you follow, feeling your release sliding down the inside of your legs.
You step in front of him and undo the bindings that held his robe together before slowly sliding the silk robe off his shoulders and letting it pool onto the floor, only a few feet away from yours, your hand's grip onto his shoulder, and you slowly slide your hands downwards, over his pecs and over his nipples, earning a shuddering breath from him. You couldn’t help but smirk and lean closer to run your fingers over his nipple as your hands slide lower to remove the final pieces of his clothes.
“Fuck, your mouth also feels good,” He mutters. “This is the first time a woman is doing this for me,” You look up at him and take his nipple between your lips and graze your teeth over it. “Ohh… it feels so good,” You softly sink your teeth into it and tug on it before realising it, you flatten your tongue on it before you lick a trail down his stomach, feeling the ridges of his toned body underneath your tongue, you reach his happy trail and slowly lower yourself down onto your knees to lick over it. “Fuck…” His hand immediately moves to the back of your head, gripping onto your hair and tugging on it as your tongue moves lower and lower. “Ohh… fuck, Y/n…” Fuck, hearing your name fall from his lips in such a tone felt so sinful and should probably be illegal.
Your tongue reaches his pubic bone, and you watch as he sucks in his stomach as he takes in a deep breath, you watch his thigh muscles twitch before you grip onto them to steady yourself. Your tongue slowly moves over his pubic bone, and you hear a low whimper from him, his fingers tighten in your hair, your tongue slowly slides over the base of his cock, you tilt your head, and you feel him almost tug your head away as your hair tickles his thigh.
“Fuck… that feels so good,” He groans out, you glance up and saw he was looking down at you, his eyes unfocused and his lids fluttering. You slowly slide your tongue along his hard cock, reaching the head of it and running your tongue over it, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum, your tongue moves to the underside of his cock and feel the prominent vein on it. “Fuck… I can’t, I need to be inside you now,” He practically growls out before pulling you to your feet and pushing you down onto the bed, he quickly moves between your legs, his cock rests on your mound, and you feel his pre-cum dripping onto it and making a mess on your pubic hair. He wraps his hand around himself and moves his cock between your folds, sliding it over your clit, making your body twitch at the feeling of it.
“I, ohhh, uhh, fuck,” You moan as you feel how sensitive your clit was to any touch. He slides his cock along your folds, coating himself with your arousal and mixing his pre-cum with it. “My King…” He slides himself down to your slit and slowly pushes the head into you, he unwraps his hand from himself and places it on the crease of your hip. “Ohh, oh.”
“Uhh,” He groans out, his head falling backwards for a moment as he slowly pushes into you, slowly stretching you and filling you. “Fuck, so good,” Your mixed moans and groans quickly fill the room, and he was only just entering you.
“Oh, fuck…” You moan out, you swear you could feel the vein on his cock pressing against your walls, or you could be imagining it, but fuck, it was making you clench around him, which made him pause for a second before he pushes himself deeper into you, he leans over you as he bottoms out inside you, breathing hard, veins on his neck had appeared, and you could see sweat starting to form on his skin.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” He groans out, he couldn’t help himself, he had to say it. “Fuck,” His voice sounded so damn strained also. You reach up with one hand and slide your fingers over the back of his neck and into his hair.
“Hmm…” You whimper out, and meet his eyes. His hands slide away from your hips and move onto the bed, pressing down into them before he slowly lifts his hips, sliding out from you halfway before slowly sinking back into you. The sound quickly fills the room as he begins picking up the pace and setting a rhythm. “Ohh, My King,” You whimper out, your nails graze against his scalp, with each thrust, it felt like he was taking your breath away. Your other hand moves underneath his arm, and you slide your hand along his back, feeling his muscles tense and relax as he rolls his hips into yours.
“Fuck,” He grunts out. He looks into your eyes before leaning down and kissing you almost hungrily, his tongue traces over your lips within seconds, taking in whatever taste he could find of you, and fuck, he was loving it. Your lips move together as the room heats up, and begins smelling like sex, the wet sounds echo around the room and your moans and groans made it sound like a sinful yet delicious melody going around. You pull away from the kiss, and his lips move down your neck and jaw.
“Can you… fuck, I,” You begin, only to quickly realise how disrespectful it sounded, his hips lift, and he harshly thrusts into you, making you gasp and dig your nails into his shoulder blade where one of your hands was resting.
“Say it, don’t be shy,” He mutters against your skin, you could feel a coil in the pits of your stomach, the tightening feeling you had earlier quickly returning and feeling like it was pulling tighter.
“Can you go a little faster… rougher,” You ask. You feel him lift his hips before feeling the same harsh thrust you felt only moments ago. “Fuck!” You gasp out, and your eyes begin to flutter. Your hands fall from him as he sits back on his knees and grips onto your hips, you whimper and clench around him as you feel his thumbs digging into the crease of your hips before he lifts them and slams into you. “FUCK!” It felt like your breath got stuck in your throat with how harsh he thrust into you.
“Like that?” He asks, and you could hear a teasing tone mixed into his strained tone. “Want some bruises on your pretty skin from how good I’m making you feel?” His hands on your hips tighter, and fuck, your thoughts ran wild at the thoughts of seeing his fingerprints on your hips the next day. “Want me to grip you tight to show you how good you’ve been making me feel also?”
“Fuck, yes, fuck, I,” You moan out, suddenly not caring if you disrespected him. “Fuck, I wanna make you feel so good also,” You manage to get out. His hands suddenly slide away from your hips, and he grips onto your thighs, you weren’t even sure what happened in the next few seconds, one second you were beneath him and the next, you were on top of him.
“Then make me feel good,” He growls out and presses his fingers into your thighs. You moan and begin lifting and lowering yourself onto his cock, you could hear the sound of your wetness becoming more as you do, you could feel it spattering on the inside of your thigh, and you were sure his thighs were also covered with your arousal. “That’s it, what a good girl you are,” He praises. His hands press down hard against your thighs, making you almost lift off completely from him. “Fuck, so good,” He lifts his hips and meets you halfway.
“FUCK!” You scream and throw your head back at the feeling. Your entire body felt on fire, and you could feel your muscles starting to pull. “Fuck, My King!” You press your hands down against his chest, your thumbs press down against his nipples, making him jerk his hips upwards again.
“Fuck…” He groans out, his hips slowly lowering down. Your fingers curl against his chest, and you could see red claw-like marks form on his skin from it.
“You’re so sensitive, aren’t you?” You ask, breathless, from everything you were feeling. One of his hands slides upwards, and he cups your mound and moves his thumb onto your clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You chant out and close your eyes as your head falls forward, you could feel how close you were, and you were struggling to lift and lower yourself from him. “My King.”
“You’re not wrong with how sensitive I can feel in intimate moments like this,” He says, fuck, his tone sounded so strained. Your walls squeeze down around him, and you could feel a heat going through your legs, his other hand squeezes your thigh, and you felt like he was now holding your orgasm in his hand and if he were to let go, you would let go. You lean down and move your hand away from his chest, he lets out a groan as he feels your breathing hit his nipple.
“Then I should make sure my King experiences every bit of pleasure…” You mutter and barely gave him a second before your lips were around his nipple, sucking on it, his hips lift, and his cock slides deeper into you, his thumb presses down harder against your clit, making you moan against his nipple.
“Fucking hell,” He moans out. Your toes curl and you feel a rush of pleasure going through you before it crashes into the tightening feeling in your abdomen, your stomach presses harder against his, and you feel his muscles pull and twitch moments before you come undone. You squeeze your eyes shut, and you forget to suck on his nipple, he feels your saliva slide down the side of his ribs as your hips move a little faster against him to get yourself through your own high. Your walls squeeze around him, milking him for an orgasm. “Fuck…” His hand on your thigh loosens, and he slides his hand upwards, over the curve of your ass, pausing to grip onto it when your walls clamp down around him, and over your spine.
“Hmm, hhmm,” You moan out. You could feel your muscles becoming tired with how fast you were moving your hips to get yourself off. Stars dance in front of your eyes, and you barely feel his thumb leave your clit. His hands grip your hips, and you feel yourself being laid back before feeling him lift your hips and rolling his into yours as he sits on his knees. Your saliva slides down his chest before bending in with the beads of sweat on his skin. “OH, OH FUCK!” Your head thrashes against the bed, feeling his fast and sloppy movements as he was starting to chase his high. “FUCK, I’M GONNA!”
“Again?” He asks teasingly. “Fuck, am I that good to make you want to cum twice with my cock inside you?” Your head turns, and your body almost follows it as it tenses up, you hadn’t had a chance to feel this one build up before it had crashed into you again. “Fuck, oh, fuck, that’s it,” He groans out, throwing his head back and swallowing loudly.
“KING TAEYANG!” You moan loudly, your body quivering beneath him with pleasure. The stars behind your lids slowly turn into fireworks as it feels like your entire body was floating. You feel him harshly thrust into you before hearing a loud moan as hot ropes of cum paint your walls and fill you as he rocks his hips into yours to ease himself and yourself.
“Fuck… fuck, oh, my fucking…” He grunts out, sounding breathless as he does. He slowly lowers your hips and lowers himself with also, slipping out of you as the last few drops spill from him and onto your pussy. He lays down next to you, taking in deep breaths, you slowly open your eyes and look upwards, trying to catch your breath as you take in the afterglow of it all. He reaches out and gently brushes some of your hair out of your face.
“My King…” You pant out, He hums and slides his hand down your neck, pushing some of your hair that was sticking to your skin away, over your collarbone and pausing just above your tit. “Why are our heads on this side of the bed?” Your heads were on the opposite of where you had started. He chuckles and slides his fingers with a feather-like touch over your breast and over your nipple.
“Because it was just so good, we ended up like this,” He says. You slowly nod your head and slowly turn your head to look at him.
“This may sound… rude, but… the other women,” You begin, you see a shift in his eyes but decide to ignore it for the time being. “Have they never… offered to pleasure you?” He takes in a deep breath and rolls onto his back.
“No,” He says staring upwards. “They just wanted me to give them what they wanted,” You move onto your side, propping yourself up on your elbow. “I don’t mind making any woman feel good, but this experience was much different than what I’m used to,” You slowly nod your head and hesitantly reach out to touch him, causing him to chuckle. “Even after we had sex, you’re still hesitant to touch me,” He takes your hand and presses it down against his chest, you feel his heart hammering inside his chest.
“You deserved to feel good also,” You mutter. “From what I know and learned, if you’re not receiving then you must not be having fun,” He turns his head to look at you, taking in your messy and damp hair, your sweat-coated skin.
“Will you continue to give?” He whispers, you lift your gaze to look at him. “Will you do this again when we do this again?”
“Did you enjoy it, my King?” You whisper, you watch a smile begin to form on his lips. “Because if you enjoyed it, then I will continue to give and even give more than what’s asked,” You slide your hand down his chest, his hand following as it rests on yours. “Especially down here,” You slide your hand over his happy trail and over his pubic bone before stopping when your hand touched his soft cock. “Like sucking it,” You watch as he swallows. You keep eye contact with him, and you softly squeeze his cock before moving your hand away from it. “We should go clean up, and then I must change my bedsheets,” His hand quickly grips yours harder, stopping you from getting up.
“Sleep in my bed,” He says. “It’s just going to be better if we share my bed,” You softly smile at him and nod your head. So you did indeed end up falling for him. “Let me clean you,” He sits upright.
“Then I can clean you also,” You say and sit upright also, you watch as he freezes. “Don’t tell me that they didn’t do that either?” He gets up from the bed and pulls you to your feet. “I’m taking it as a yes…” You mutter and follow him as he leads you behind the screen door where a bowl with water was.
“This is probably cold by now, but we need to clean up,” He mutters. You pick up the cloth first and wet it, he watches you carefully as you begin cleaning over his thighs before moving the fabric over his cock, slowly cleaning him. He wasn’t used to this, he wasn’t used to the women he slept with cleaning him and tending to him, but he accepted this feeling to be tended to with grace. Especially if it was you that would be tending to him like this.
The next morning you awoke and found brand-new clothes at the foot of his bed, clothes that seemed to be made for someone that would be the King’s wife. You swallow and slowly get up, feeling the breeze blow against your bare skin, memories from last night flash through your mind, your eyes move over your legs, finding his fingerprints imprinted into your skin. You slowly stand from the bed and slide your fingers over the clothes, feeling the fabric underneath your fingers.
“I am positive those will fit you well,” You hear him say, your head snaps towards the balcony door that has never once been open until today. “We must make an announcement.”
“Wh- what kind of announcement?” You ask, feeling your heart hammering inside your chest. He smiles and moves toward you, he was already dressed.
“That I shall no longer be looking for a wife,” He says, He stops in front of you. “Unless you have something to say against it,” You swallow and shake your head. “Have I become your type… Y/n?” And fuck, he had, he had become your type.
“Yes,” You whisper. He smiles and lifts his hand, cupping your cheek and caressing it, you lean into his touch.
“Then I should announce that I am no longer searching for a wife,” He says. You reach up and place your hand on top of his.
“Will they not be against it?” You ask. “The council, government officials?” He leans closer, his nose almost touches yours.
“It’s my Kingdom, which means they have no say in this, and if they dare…” You hear his tone shift. “You know how ruthless I become when my own people turn on me,” You nod your head. “So, I don’t think we will have a problem,” His lips touch yours, and you just had a feeling that at that moment, your life would change forever.
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I hate to be blunt but my uh my cousin's evil husband left a bowl of antifreeze out for all the neighborhood cats, which eats their stomach and intestines from the inside out, INCLUDING neighbors "barn cats". In my town garbage bags FULL of completely mutilated cats were found. They caught the guy but the damage was done. There was another kid in my neighborhood who did that, a kid at school who bragged about killing animals, the older class got sent home from a friend trip early cause kids went into a tractor supply and killed baby chicks. The police and animal control just tell everyone to shoot the roaming pets in their yards, and they absolutely do. What does everyone have to do to get through to you people just list every case of animal death there is? Oh but that's "triggering". Hm. Sad. Do you think the monsters in every neighborhood constantly killing outdoor pets are doing so in a humane manner? NO. They're mutilating them! Google it. Google what a pet looks like skinned alive, one crushed into the pavement, a burned one etc. If you can't even type it into Google how the HELL are you allowing it to happen to your babies? It's sick! What's next "my six month old infant has a brain so I'm gonna let it eat poison in traffic"? If you really don't care about valuing life then don't comment and don't own any living things. But you're not gonna give your uninformed, boldly ignorant opinion on animal care that will get people's pets and local wildlife killed in horrible ways. "Working cat" LMAO. I was raised on a farm, worked at stables and the local conservation facility. You don't know basic husbandry? You can't be bothered to educate yourself or even listen to experts. Animal abuse and neglect goes hand in hand and you shouldn't be allowed to own animals if you're going to throw them to predators, cars, and poison, etc... Here's hoping someone who can be bothered to give a shit confiscates your animals lol
my brother in christ, what the fuck-
not sure when you sent this bc i don't check my asks but like, instead of writing a goddamn novel telling me off for a comment i left on a post probably years ago, maybe put that energy towards rescuing an animal or something.
my views have changed a bit since that comment, assuming I'm thinking of the one you got so indignant about. of course i don't think letting animals, specifically pets, out by themselves is a good idea. domestic cats are like, the #1 cause of the songbird population decreasing (and if i remember right, the extinction of some). i also know people are sick and twisted serial killers in the making that will do terrible things to stray animals. but i swear to god if someone condescends to me like I'm a stupid fucking baby who doesn't know anything again i think i will explode. sending people vitriolic anons is a coward's move in and of itself, but like, going off on someone without knowing their background, without knowing how old the post or comment was, or without knowing them personally is generally just a bad move.
i know i should probably just delete this ask and go but like, the fact that people still do this whole 'i'm gonna send this person i disagree with a disgustingly long anon ask about why they're a terrible person' thing is fucking bonkers to me. i am sure you have something better to do than traumatize people like PETA activists trying to convince people to go vegan with animal torture porn.
y'all need to get a better hobby. or get a hobby, actually.
#gailthulu asks#tw animal suffering#mentions of animal abuse#stop sending people asks like this#this shit legit makes my blood boil
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