Maybe the rage deal in the last episode wasn’t JUST “You live but have extreme amounts of rage.” What if they were offered their wildest dreams and the rage was a clause in like microfont bc to them the gifts of achieving their goals and living seems like a great deal especially for children. The rage pushes them to achieve a goal, the rat grinders are KIDS they arnt gonna have crazy outrageous dreams and ambition at 17 years old, I knew nothing when I was that age.
You have a crush on a girl for a couple years and want to catch her attention? Bam. Get more confidence, become buff, get noticed first the first time ever. Oisin was completely unrecognizable before but now after all this?
You hate another rogue so much you want to be better than him? Bam! Kipperlily finds the rogue teacher first AND signs up for the election assuming riz would be the one to do it bc why would Kristen Applebees want to be president? Which could be an event bigger fuel to KLCK’s fire.
You want to be a famous musician and you’re jealous of a bard in school who never goes to class but has what you don’t? Bam! Ruben copies her look and produce music when she’s on hiatus as well as getting signed by her label
Mary Anne’s is small and girly she was probably bullied and wanted to make it stop, so shes now indifferent, and strong enough to stand up for herself, she sees Gorgug on the first day of school get decked in the face jsut to grow into this strong guy and sees him as inspiration
Lucy was content with life, she loved her friends, loved her god and knew the rage wasn’t what she wanted to have to live with. The resurrection is supposed to help them feel fulfilled but she’d just be more unsatisfied with life if she took the offer. Lucy was happy with what she had, and had no further aspirations, she loved her god and 'stuck to her guns'
Buddy dawn a follower of helio, watches the chosen one of his church abandon everything, he’s sad and confused as to why she did what she did. He dies and is offered the chance to become the chosen one for an unnamed god, he’s scared, helio is missing, and if Kristin took an offer from a new god and was okay why wouldn’t he be?
The rat grinders were scared kids who needed a miracle, and one was offered CHILDREN WILL SCREAM FOR HELP UNTIL THEY ARE ARE OFFERED SANCTION, IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO THE SAVIOR IS
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Vince Dunn- thigh riding (SMUT)
Vince and you had only just started dating when you came up with the idea. The two of you had spent every waking moment going at it like bunnies, so it was no surprise that your Valentine’s Day gift to Vince was something related to sex. Granted, maybe the sexy coupons were a little self serving, but so were the multiple sets of lingerie he had gotten you.
Now, several months later, you had worked your way through most of the little booklet (and more than one pair of lacy nothing). The spark was still very much present, but Vince liked peeling you out of a pair of sweatpants just as much as he liked unwrapping you out of lingerie.
You were camped out on the couch when Vince came home from hanging out with the boys. He looked so good, even if he insisted on wearing shorts in the chilly autumn weather.
You watched as Vince toed off his shoes before he made his way to the couch, lifting up your blanket so that he could crawl in with you. The tip of his nose felt cold against your skin as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.
“Did you have fun?”
He hummed against your skin before lifting his face so he could look at you.
“I missed you though.”
Vince looked so cute as he said it, rosy cheeks and pretty curls. You wanted to respond and tell him that you missed him, too, but then he shoved his cold hands under your hoodie so you had a few less than sweet words for him.
A little time passed with the two of you laying there. Vince had his hands still buried under your hoodie while yours alternated between combing through his curls and stroking his back. It was a cozy evening for the two of you, and you were half convinced that he had fallen asleep on you when Vince lifted his head again.
“Do you want to use up another coupon this weekend?”
You gave his curls a tug, smiling as he let out a small moan before smiling back.
“We can do that.” Sex with Vince was always fun, but the times you tried new things just stood out. “What do you have in mind?”
There were several coupons left, but it had been a while since you looked over them.
Vince’s smile didn’t leave his lips as he leaned down, letting his mouth ghost over your skin and pressing the softest kiss to your neck. Another one followed, this time against your jawline, before he finally spoke —not in a whisper but in a low tone that you listen closely.
“What’s your fantasy, Bunny?”
He pulled away without kissing you again, but when he saw your pout he relented and leaned back down to kiss it away.
“Need me to get anything for it? Special lube? New toys?” He paused to kiss you again. “A costume for roleplay?”
There had been a certain fantasy in your head when you had written it down. One you hadn’t yet tried even after months of dating. It was a simple fantasy, but something about it just made you feel awkward.
But if Vince could be brave and choose to fulfill a fantasy not knowing what it was, then you could be brave enough not to shy away.
“No, we don’t need any of that. I just need you. And maybe some lube.”
He bit his lip, so wonderfully Vince that you wanted to pull him down and kiss him again, but the look in his eyes made you pause.
“You don’t want to put something in my ass, right?”
“Not until you want to put something in my ass.”
The relieved look on his face lasted for maybe three seconds before his face fell and the pout returned. He’d survive.
You sat up properly and Vince followed. The blanket you had been laying under fell away through the movement, giving you the best view of Vince’s pale thighs where he was spreading them on the couch.
At least you managed to catch yourself staring.
“You’re not allowed to judge, okay?”
Vince nodded, holding up his little finger in front of your face.
“Pinky promise I won’t.”
Instead of linking your pinky with his, you leaned forward and gently bit his finger. He laughed but let you climb into his lap.
“I want to ride your thigh.” You said, sat across both of his legs. Vince looked like he was about to say something so you quickly continued. “And I know it’s selfish, but I promise I’ll get you off right after and you don’t even have to do anything, you can just lay down and let me do the work. It’ll be fun.”
You definitely rambled at the end but you couldn’t help it. You were so nervous for his reaction.
“That’s so hot.”
That wasn’t the reaction you had imagined.
“Fuck, Bunny, please. Yes. Whatever you want.”
Vince’s arms wrapped around your middle and pulled you closer against him. This also caused your laps to touch, making you gasp when you realized that he was starting to grow harder underneath you. Vince seemed into the idea though, rutting up to seek out the contact. Oh.
“You’re into it?” It felt like a stupid question but you needed to hear him say it.
"Yes. Take off your pants.”
He was already tugging on your waist band, one large hand sliding inside to palm your ass and pull you closer again while he leaned in for a kiss.
Laughing, you pushed against his chest to get some space between you two. “You’re going to have to let me get up if you want me to take them off.”
It wasn’t until you were standing in front of Vince that you realized how fucking beautiful he looked. Wild curls, flushed cheeks, oversized hoodie, and these tiny shorts you wouldn’t even need to push up in order to ride his thigh.
It didn’t take you long to take off your pants and sit down on Vince’s lap again, this time with only one of his thick thighs between yours.
The first touch of your pussy against his bare leg made you moan, the feeling of his warm skin against you nearly enough to make you miss his own moan, echoing yours.
“Fuck, Bunny. You’re so wet.” His voice sounded so fucked out already. Low and needy. So pretty.
You slowly started to move your hips, riding his thigh like you had fantasized about. At first he only looked at you, but it didn’t take long for Vince to start moving, too.
His hands found your hips, your waist, the soft part of your middle. Everywhere and nowhere at once as he pulled and pushed. You moved with him, riding and grinding, getting yourself off on his thigh.
It was almost funny how fast you got yourself worked up, but the feeling of finally getting what you wanted overshadowed it.
Vince leaned up to kiss you while his hands gripped your ass and pulled you harder against him. His hips seemed to move on their own, fucking up to let you feel just how hard he was for you and mindlessly chasing his pleasure not unlike yourself.
The change of angle made you moan but Vince wasn’t deterred, mouth moving from your lips to your neck and sucking hard enough to leave a tender mark within seconds.
“Please, Vinny, please.”
He kept on guiding you, dragging you against his thigh and against his hard bulge, not hard enough to hurt but enough to give you all the friction you needed.
You picked up your pace, riding him like you needed to, not following the rhythm he was trying to set. It was so easy to get lost in the overwhelming pleasure. You barely managed to get your hand into Vince’s curls to pull him up and unto a kiss before you fell apart, still grinding against him, continuing the pressure on your clit.
You didn’t know how long you continued to move —no control over the way your hips rolled against his skin— but at some point the overstimulation stopped and you sat there with shaking thighs, still straddling Vince’s lap. When you looked down you saw it were his hands that were holding you still, the soft surface of his skin between your bodies shiny from your wetness.
Your voice was still shaky when you spoke after what felt like an eternity. “Thank you. That was…” You trailed off, not knowing how to describe the experience.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah. That.”
Vince and you smiled at each other before both of you laughed, a short sweet giggle that made you want to lean down and kiss him. So you did.
It was only when his hands on your hips tightened that you remembered something.
“Hey, let me…” You tried to reach for his shorts but Vince stopped you.
“You don’t have to.”
“I told you I’d get you back. It’s fine just let me…”
He just chuckled, leaning back against the couch. “I’m good. Give me like… ten minutes to recover.”
When you just looked at him he relented. “Maybe fifteen.”
It was only then that you noticed the dark spot on his shorts. At first you assumed it was from you grinding against him but then you realized.
“Did you come in your pants?”
“Did you expect me not to?” One of his hands came up to ruffle through his hair.
That and the look on his face —a perfect combination of bashful and cheeky— just made you clench around his thigh again.
“Fuck, Vinny, that’s so hot.”
“I try.”
You let yourself fall against his chest, cuddling closer when his arms curled around you. At some point he picked up the discarded blanket and wrapped it around the two of you before relaxing back.
“We’re getting you those shorts in every color.” You finally decided.
Vince just pressed a kiss to your temple before resting his head on yours.
“Whatever you want, Bunny.”
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DAY TWENTY-FIVE: Window Sex w/ CEO!Bucky Barnes
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This was supposed to be a nice date where you went out to eat at a stupidly expensive restaurant, then afterwards Bucky would take you literally anywhere you wanted to go and would spend as much money on you as you wanted.
It was like clock work at this point, it had been this way when you were only his sugar baby and not his fiancee, but now that you were to be married, it got even worse. Every little thing you'd say, he'd commit to memory, like one night you'd told him that you wanted to see the world one day.
So, of course Bucky bought the tallest building in the city for you. To say you were in shock and awe would honestly be an understatement, but the words were stolen right out of your mouth when he pressed his body against yours from behind you.
You knew what he wanted, and who gets to say they fucked in the tallest building of New York that you now owned? A rich woman's luxuries, you suppose.
"Fuck, Buck!" You squealed, hands pressing hard against the class. The lavish day dress that you ventured out in this evening now lay pushed up over your hips. Bucky's suit was completely untucked, his pants dropped all the way down to his ankles.
Vulnerability with your finacee used to be luxury when you weren't together, but now it's almost like a second nature.
"You think those people can see us from down there?" He rasped, his hands tightly gripping your hips. Your gut twisted at the idea, partly in embarrassment but also in arousal. "Mhm." You whined in denial.
"No?" His question of amusement exited him in a slight pant. "You wanna change that, huh? Pull your dress down those beautiful tits and press 'em against the glass?" His dirty words caused you to clench down on him, your hips desperately flying back to meet his.
"Ah— fuck." He swore. "You like that, huh?" He cooed.
"Alright then baby, give 'em a show."
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