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To Renounce and to Claim
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced! Reader
Summary: A world where you and Bucky can be happy is seemingly only what dreams are made of. Until you complete your mission.
Word Count: 3K
Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. S MUT! Read at your own risk. Curate your own experience. Pining, low self esteem, two idiots in love, Bucky in Wakanda, the White Wolf, skinny dipping, eye fucking, sex in public, sex in a river, loss of "virginity", size kink, pleasurable pain with sex, raw sex, oral sex, pulling out, cum play. Feelings of loss, (the death of T'Challa is implied) implied loss of child, feelings of revenge. Google translate Hausa and Russian.
Not Beta’d. All errors my own.
A/N: This is the second in the Bucky Barnes and the Summer Soldier series. White Wolf Bucky, liberties taken with the MCU cannon and timeline. The following terms are from google translate in Hausa: Masoyi- my love; ina son ku- I love you; ina son ku kuma- I love you too. Kulkoka- Doll in Russian. Other terms defined in text.
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Wakanda, 2017
The first time you saw Bucky Barnes, you wanted to destroy him.
You, and everyone you knew, thought that he’d assassinated your king, T’Chaka.
The pictures of the masked metal-armed man which was circulated among the Dora were mesmerizing to you. The blue eyes above the black mask seemed to stare into your soul. They were menacing, determined, yet with a hint of something else that had you transfixed.
You kept your eyes on the images long past the ending of the briefing and you were still seated with the holo-pad when everyone else stood to go.
When Okoye called for you, the other Doras quirked their mouths, the loudest their merriment would go in the mixed company of civilians, royalty, and military.
Zola confronted you about it months later, when Barnes was granted asylum in Wakanda.
“I want to talk to you about your feelings for the Winter Soldier.”
You stared at your former Captain, incredulous.
Bast, this woman did not forget a thing.
“I know not of which you speak, Mistress. I was studying his photos to see if I could spot a weakness, so as to kill him easily. Now that he has the king’s protection, I will follow orders.”
You kept your posture rigid and eyes straight ahead as she regarded you. Your training was over, but she knew you better than your mother in the river valley; you’d certainly been with her longer.
“That is the correct answer, child.”
You did not dare mention that you had not been a child for years. You kept your disrespect in your head. Not that it mattered.
“I know what you are thinking. That you are a full grown woman, a warrior. But if you do not want to put all of that in jeopardy, you will be careful. Do not let him into your head.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
You should have listened better, for after he arrived, the Winter Soldier was not only in your head; he was in your heart. The chaos a smile from James Barnes could create inside you would cause your father to send you to the Jabari if you were still his ward.
You chilled Bucky to the bone from the first moment he laid eyes on you; you were so regal and so strong. You were different than any other human he’d ever met.
The second he introduced himself and your beautiful lips tilted into a frown and said, “What by Bast, is a Bucky?” you were firmly entrenched in his soul.
Neither of you felt you could be honest, you because of duty and he because he felt like an incomplete shadow of a man. Bucky had a lot of work to do. And he set about the work of healing, mentally and physically with a singular focus. Becoming worthy of you was one of his primary goals and you didn’t realize it.
The day Wakanda celebrated James Barnes and gave him a new name was the beginning of the end.
For the better part of the previous year, James Barnes had been just a man. A man that you squared off with when he first arrived, a man that you watched with pity as he broke down, then listened to with sympathy, talked to with candor, trained with intensity, and eventually broke bread with trust.
Now that man was your abokin kirki, your good friend. And also the White Wolf, practically a member of the royal family.
And, like the stealthiest of adversaries, the romantic feelings caught up to you quickly and without warning. You were astonished at how you felt when you saw the way that he looked at Nareema during the Royal celebration for him. You were devastated that he could look at another in that way and more than that, disappointed in yourself.
The fact that you’d fallen for your friend was something that you vowed never to admit or act upon. Sacrifice was your duty. Your feelings didn’t matter even if they were requited. Barnes was healing, and thus did not have time to focus on frivolous emotion.
Your job, as commanded by T'Challa, was to assist him through this period, and bid him goodbye when the time came.
What you purposefully ignored was how he had acted toward you. James sought you out, how he waited for you to come back from missions and training exercises, always with your favorite dishes prepared. Cooking was a hobby that he had undertaken to help calm his mind. And he was quite good at it.
You also disregarded the way Bucky looked at you, the way his eyes changed when you were in full combat gear, and the way his bow deepened as you walked by.
Or rather, you only thought about it when you were alone in your bed at night.
You should never have taken him to your favorite spot along the river the day after the celebration and allowed him to skinny dip with you. You told yourself it was just a private celebration between comrades; it was common among friends of the River Tribe, males and females naked before one another with no illicit thought. But this was different.
The way that you and James stared at each other from opposite banks as you lay in the sun after frolicking like children was dangerous. Your eyes avoided his, but you drank the rest of him in, from the new arm, to the scars on his chest, to the water drops dripping down his skin onto the river bank. His large cock was at rest, but it was long and thick, and you could imagine what it would be like if it were awakened.
You stared innocently at his manhood while something inside you alighted.
James’ eyes were upon you, from your captivating eyes, to those alluring lips, to the water running in rivulets between your beautiful breasts. He’d always admired your body, remembering every curve and toned muscle late at night and early in the morning when he was alone. The lust inside of him wanted you, but so did the love.
His eyes sought out yours, and when you finally returned his gaze, he guessed that perhaps you shared his feelings. Sensing his awareness, you again looked at his body, studying him as if he were predator, or prey.
Your boldness was alluring, and the fact that you were sitting, legs akimbo, so that he could clearly see the folds made Bucky feel the need to go into the river again to hide his arousal.
You joined him without thinking, your heart trying to break free from your ribs. You were afraid. For the first time, you felt truly afraid as your instinct drew you closer to him.
James’ hair was in his eyes, similar to the first time you saw him in those pictures all those months ago. And yet it was different this time. This time you knew that he would be your undoing.
You reached up to smooth his hair back, and he grabbed your wrist, pulling you close to him, your nipples conducting electricity with his wet skin and his cock pounding on your belly.
“Bari in tafi James. Let me go.”
“Da gaske kike so na? Do you really want me to?”
James pulled your hand to his mouth, his lips grazing your palm and up your arm. Your other hand flew up to strike him and he caught it with his vibranium one and twisted it behind you.
You were shocked, but not at him; you were surprised at your reaction. You could have easily gotten out of his hold, you were a skilled fighter.
But you didn’t want to.
“Do you mean to take me like some common karuwa?”
James spoke as his satin lips tasted your skin.
“Stop fighting the inevitable. You know that I hold you in the highest regard. You are not a whore, you are masoyi.”
James’ mouth had reached your shoulder and as he spoke you turned your head toward him as you whispered, terrified.
“You do not mean th-”
Bucky cut you off with his mouth upon yours. You whimpered in his grip and yielded when his tongue insisted entry to meet yours.
You stood in the river, James Barnes’ fingers massaging your scalp, drowning in his kiss. You moved closer to him, throwing your arms up to caress the muscles in his back, your fingers following the traces of water down his torso.
When the kiss was over, your head was spinning.
“What is it you want, soyayya ta? If I have offended you, I will leave Wakanda and never return. I-”
This time you cut him off with a kiss of your own, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist, grinding against his cock which was trapped between your core and his belly. James’ hands cupped your ass and as he did so, he groaned. He’d wanted to touch you this way as soon as he saw you, but he’d never dared. He respected you too much.
This time when you separated, you gave him direction.
“The rocks over there on the river bank.”
You pointed behind him to where he lay moments before.
“There. Take me James, over there.”
James turned around in the water, careful not to let the weakness he felt for you, nor the river current cause him to lose his footing. When he made it to the riverbank he deposited you gently on the sun-warmed rocks.
You leaned up on your elbows as James remained half in the water looking up into your eyes.
“Do you really want me James?”
He nodded.
“I do. More than just about anything.”
He picked up your hand and kissed your palm again.
“I have dreamed of this for so long. Tell me that you want me to, masoyi.”
You nodded.
“I want you, James. Ina son ku.”
Bucky beamed.
“Ina son ku kuma.”
And just like that, you were promised to each other, on the banks of your river beneath the Wakandan sun.
You kissed again, the act feeling like a sacrament, heating both of you beyond inhibition. His mouth, his hands, even his eyes on you were alerting all of your senses, because he was everywhere, and all at once. Your hands moved to keep up with him, your ardor overtaking you while you experienced his. Everywhere he touched, bit, suckled and stroked built the fires within you.
Bucky’s hand found your clit and teased it briefly before plunging a thick finger tip inside you. You bit your lip as you wantonly moved your hips.
“I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time, James. Need you.”
“You’ve no idea how much I want to be with you, too, kulkoka, but I don’t want to hurt you…”
James’ flesh hand was moving, stroking your walls as if he owned you, but your face heated at the knowledge of what he meant.
One night around the fire, he let you get drunk on some Border Tribe wine and you’d told him that you’d never been with a man. Not that you were a virgin, whatever that meant, but that sex with a man was something you hadn’t done.
Now you boldly stared at him in his mountain-ice blue eyes.
“I am a warrior James. I can handle it.”
James smirked and tilted his head as his fingers sank into your silken folds, readying you for his intrusion.
“Is that so?”
“Y-yes. I want you inside me…”
Your head lolled back on your shoulders, your shut eyelids glowing red with the sun.
“Mmmmmm, I want that too, Doll.. but I need to see you cum. Right now.”
James climbed down your body, pulling your thighs to the end of the rocks as he went. Your ass ended up in his hands and you leaned up on your elbows to watch him work. You spread your legs for him as his head dipped to your cunt.
James obtained eye contact as he delicately licked your slit from top to bottom and then stopped, watching as your eye opened, blazing as you silently demanded more by pushing his head down harder.
“Eat your meal, Sargent.”
“Yes, Lieutenant.”
You never let him forget that you outranked him, but he saucily winked as he went down and let his smile curl into your wetness.
As Bucky held you in two hands like a bowl and ate you like a man starved, you pulled his hair, which only spurred him on more. He would lick and then look at your pussy, pause, look you in the eyes, and then suck your clit until you were seeing stars. He continued until he could feel you clenching on his tongue. He suckled you and you trembled at how his lips looked wrapped around you. You squirmed until he had to hold you down so you couldn’t run from your orgasm.
“Give it to me. Now.”
Although you outranked him, your body obeyed his command.
You gasped as your mouth opened into a silent “O”, but you eventually didn’t care as you let out a wail with your climax.
Bucku suckled you through it, drawing out more pleasure and grinning when your pulses subsided.
When you were cognizant again, you reached for his member.
James Barnes was a model of a man, long and girthy, you could barely close your fist around him. His large glistening head projected out of the foreskin of his warm, thick and tan shaft. He felt so good in your grip, the veins that weaved around him making you crave that texture inside you. You had the curious urge to take his large balls into your mouth as your hand caressed him.
The effect of your action upon him was lost on you until you heard a groan, and you tore your eyes away from his glorious manhood to look up.
He was beautiful, looking at you with hooded eyes, hands on your thighs as he let you explore him, but obviously holding back. You could see his muscles tense as if ready to spring. With that knowledge, you leaned back as he gathered your thighs into his large hands. You knew that your arousal was leaking onto the rocks and that was confirmed at the way James looked between your legs and licked his lips.
“Take me James, I’m yours.”
“Be certain of what you’re saying, Doll.”
James lifted your leg to his shoulder and kissed from your ankle to your knee, causing you to shiver, then repeated the action with your other one. He then placed his hands on your waist as he moved close, the tip of his cock slotting into our wet, pulsing hole.
You whined as James stayed still, questioning you with his eyes.
“Please. James, I need you.”
Bucky swallowed and nodded, looking almost afraid.
“I got you, masoyi.”
Slowly, James moved forward, pushing inside you until you began to whimper. He stopped, not wanting to hurt you.
You never expected this sensation, the burning, the stretch, but you knew you were not ready for it to end.
You nodded up at him.
“More.”
You remembered your regulation exercises and used them to relax. James’s cock felt so damn good, but it was a lot to take. He was ruining you from any other feeling and could tell when he looked into your lust blown eyes. His gaze roamed your entire body to take in this moment forever and to keep himself calm. He wanted to take you roughly and immediately, but he loved you too much to ever hurt you.
You moaned as the pleasure from him filling you began to overtake the pain. When he was finally seated as full as he could, passion overtook you and you began to move.
James grabbed you harder to still your hips, trying to hold back.
“I want you to fuck me James!”
With that Bucky growled and climbed up on the rock, knees giving leverage to his hips, which snapped into yours once and stopped when you yelped.
“Easy Doll, don’t want to… damn…you feel so fucking good… so right… hmmm.”
James’ mouth explored your neck and torso, finally worshiping your nipples. You wrapped your legs around his hips, hands in his hair and whispering into his ear.
“Bast! I will not break, White Wolf. Claim me. Make me yours!”
Bucky leaned up and wrapped his hand around your throat as he began to honor your request. He was now pounding into you so hard that your body, and you swore the rock beneath you, rippled.
You moaned loudly as pain turned into pleasure and your body started to tremble. Bucky’s display of power over you had your eyes rolling back into your head.
“Thaats it. So fucking beautiful. I’m.. not gonna… fuck I’m gonna…I need you to…”
Bucky’s other hand found your clit and you let out a string of river tribe curses as you exploded around his cock.
“Holy…”
Bucky pumped about three more times and he exploded as well, pulling out in time to leave a string of pearls from your clit to your collarbone as he released all over you. You trembled as his hot spend seemed to sizzle on your sun warmed body. You watched him attempt to empty everything for you and then reached for him, instinctively sitting up to suck the rest out of him. Bucky looked down on you and shuddered, palming your head as you cleaned him off.
He reached down to play in the cum that decorated your body as you lay back on the warm rock. Then, he picked you up and took you back into the river, tenderly cleaning you off while covering you with kisses.
“I am going to meet with T’Challa. I need you to be my wife and have my babies as soon as possible.”
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You woke up with a start and tears in your eyes, the noise outside coming through the fog in your head as Amsterdam’s red light district.
You felt a deep loss. For your King, your people, your home.. your husband.
Your child.
You slowly sat up from your sleeping bag, and shuffled to the bathroom to clean your face.
As you looked into the mirror, you vowed that you would be back with your husband…as soon as you killed the power broker.
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specific thoughts on TSATS:
SPOILERS AHEAD!!!
first of all i LOVE how will’s character was written in this. i love how will says things that are kind of closed minded and in nico’s mind, they’re hurtful, but then in will’s pov they seem more reasonable and make sense. it shows their difference in perspective sooo well. and he has so much more depth!! i love how he’s portrayed as having darkness of his own and having his own insecurities. AND HOW HE’S AFRAID OF NICO LEAVING HIM?? that adds SO much for him bc a lot of the time the fandom just sees like nico as scared and emo and sad and insecure and will is happy and confident and WILL bring the one that’s scared of doing something wrong and being left is so ahdjskjdkslgjek
they cry SO MUCH in this book, which isn’t a bad thing at all i kind of love it. also i would be sobbing if i was in tartarus too. i feel like rick always has little themes that he likes to repeat in his books, like people suddenly passing out after saying something, making jokes ina. horrible situation, & etc, and this is definitely another little theme of his (or maybe mark’s who knows!!)
this book definitely is a lot darker than any of rick’s previous books, but i feel like him and mark kind of compensate for it by dropping some of the darker scenes super fast. for example, that scene where will realized that tartarus is alive and like has a breakdown (I FUCKING LOVE THAT SCENE ALSO) is kind of quickly brushed past, and like will kinda just gets over it. i get that the book can’t be too dark tho
correct me if i’m wrong but is this the first pjoverse book that’s had a curse word?? or first rick riordan book period?? i saw nico say the word damn and my jaw DROPPED
i know that the scene where nico sees bianca and maria again is a little like inaccurate and fan pleasing but god am i pleased. like who cares that bianca said she was in elysium after it said in a previous book that she was reborn, it was rlly cute!!! i’m here for it idc
i was ABSOLUTELY FLABBERGASTED when will gave nyx and friends the gay fever. i bet all the plague will truthers are laughing in my face but i DID NOT expect that. i kinda fucking loved it tho he just pulled that out of his ass
there’s some scene in the final showdown where they (they being the authors) like mess up bianca and maria’s names and nico called bianca his mom and i was like huh !!
them kissing and then having to stop because bob is crying so loud is hilarious idc
ALSO bob the cat just like RIPPING that one guy’s throat out and nico trying to stop him and just being horrified was also hilarious
my heart leapt out of my chest when they were walking over the pit of chaos and will was like “she’s telling me to jump” i was like speeding through at that point and that just came out of nowhere and i was like jesus!! that whole scene of them crossing was so good eee also when will had that thing?? that happened to him when he saw the mansion was so creepy and distressing and
i will definitely be diving into will’s trauma and issues once it’s tomorrow and my brain isn’t fried!! i’ve read too many words today
overall i LOVED the book but idk if everyone feels the same bc blocking all the critics all day has been a full time job,, but that book made my little neurodivergent brain buzz so hard
#tsats spoilers#the sun and the star#tsats#the sun and the star spoilers#nico di angelo#will solace#rick riordan#mark oshiro
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Ride my face
Dom Mafia!San x Queen sub!reader (Reader name: Aurora) Kai’s name is mentioned in this story.
Word count: i don’t think it matters atp.
Warning(s): Manhandling, breeding, spit play, name calling, choking, etc etc. MDNI(read at your own risk!!) n word is involved | sorry for any word mistakes
*San pov*
“Well… well…well,” I place my gun on my rival’s knee. “Looks like the mouse is finally caught.”
“I didn’t have anything to do with it i swear!! I swear on my life.” Kai said. I looked at my babygirl before asking her, “where did he touch you??”
She replied back, “On my waist.” I looked back at him. “I didn’t touch you. Your lying son of a BITCH!!”
That made me hot. “Aurora back up a little for me love.” I saw her on the corner of my eye getting closer and i saw her pulled out a gun and a knife.
“I’m a queen san, i know what to do.”
BANG
“AHHH!!” He had blood dripping out of him onto the floor from his waist where he touched her at. I looked at her walking towards her. “You think you can handle this?” Getting closer leaving no space between us.
“There’s a lot of things that you don’t know i can handle. Watch and see san.” She walked away back towards his rival. “Let’s play baby.” I said to myself following her.
Putting my gun back onto my hip, I gripped his hair pulling his head back. “Call her a bitch again,” I began punching him til i saw blood. “SAY IT AGAIN, I DARE YOU.”
“Kill me, i will always have someone to follow behind my footsteps! This ain’t over.” he spat on my face & i looked at Aurora’s face expression. I can tell she’s getting worked up by how she moving.
*Your pov*
“This will be over, don’t you think san,” He nodded his head. “Should i tell him or should you?” He grinned before saying, “You got it baby.”
“Thank you, Now, Kai your the last one alive sooo.” I laughed cocking my gun.
“What do you mean?” He chuckled softly getting a little shooking up.
“Your little gang are already dead love, i mean,” i got closer to him grabbing his face harshly pulling him towards me. “Had to save the best for last right.”
He spat in my face, “Fuck you Aurora or whatever your name is.” I leaned up getting pissed wiping his spit off and San must have noticed.
“Did his just spat on you?” he sped walked to you pulling out his gun getting pissed as well.
“Yes he did, San i’m bout to kill this nigga!” I pushed san away pointing my gun at kai.
“That was a tad bit disrespectful dont you think san.” I looked at san.
“Yes very.”
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
“Clean this up.” I looked at san before saying, “Who?” i looked at him like he stupid
“You.” He said laughing.
“A hehe hell, boy hell nawl, we got guards and shit for a reason tell them to come get this shit.” I walked out the basement.
“I’m just playing baby.” You heard san yelling.
“Guards clean this.” Was the last thing you heard san say before going to take a shower.
I was currently laying in bed smoking me a blunt as San was down stairs talking with seonghwa and the rest of boys. When i get high i get horny so i decided to send san a couple of nude videos.
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I sent him one where i was spitting out of my mouth as it dribbled down my chin onto my boobs.
ding*
“Why did you send this when their beside me??” ~san
“Cause i’m horny san i need you.” ~you
“You could’ve told me instead of sending nudes, i love them but don’t send them when i’m with them, they could’ve saw!” ~san
“Okay i don’t give af, you gonna fuck me or not?” ~you
“Are you getting smart?” ~san
“Nawl. I’m just saying.” ~you
“I’m just saying too, don’t get smart.”~san
“Man i didnt so come a fuck me. pls:(.” ~you
“Yeah whateva.” ~san
“San enough with the bs i’m horny.” ~you
“Okay wait. I’ll be up there ina minute.” ~san
“Okay!!”~ you
“Aurora open the door.”san trying to come in twisting the door knob.
“open it , it’s not lock san.” Face palming yourself
He quickly open the door and saw you were already on the bed in your lingerie. “Up. Come here.” He said swiftly taking off his belt. You walked towards him seductively til he pulled your wrist and turned you so that your back is faced his chest. He wrapped the belt around both your wrist and tightened it.
“On your knees.” You did what he said as he unbuttoned his black leather pants and pulled his underwear down at the same time. He was so hard that his cock was dripping with precum. “See what you did to me, now suck me off like a good girl.” He rubbed you cheek gently. “Yes sir.”
You kitty licked his tip swallowing his precum as you hear him groan quietly. “ You like that baby? Does it feel good?” You took him all in as his long cock hit the back of your throat . “Fuck babygirl,” he started moving faster holding your chin and your head to keep you in place. “you’re making me feel so good.”
Having san fucking your throat was all you wanted, being a mafia king and queen is stressful and you have to be careful especially since san is talking about wanting a baby. “Fuck i’m gonna cum,” San murmured in a shaky voice, he pulled out of your mouth which lead you to be confused. “I want to cum inside of you, let me breed you, cum deep into you til my cum is dripping from your pretty cunt.”
“Cum inside of me as much as you want san,” You pushed him onto the bed and swaddled his waist. “I’m all yours.” He pulled you down so that you’re chest to chest as he placed his hands on your waist with a tight squeeze. “You don’t know what you do to me princess,” You both made eye contact until his eyes wandered down to your lips. His face got closer to your til your lips were connected as it continued on to a heated make out.
“Are you ready for me?” He lifted up your waist moving one of his hands down to rub his tip on your entrance. “Put it in me san.” Whining as you felt like you were about to explode from being so tensed up. “Yes madam.” He entered you in a fast and harsh thrust giving you no time to adjust. “So tight baby girl,” He groans softly. “I can fuck you all day.” Speeding up his pace your slowly losing your mind.
“Sannnn,” looking up at you loving your pleasured face as you moan his name. “Fuck sannie, i’m gonna cum.” He slowed down is paced pulling out of you. “Whyyyyyy?? I was close san.” he slide down the bed a little to get in the right position. “Ride my face.” He pulled you by your waist to bring you towards his face. You moved up to put both of your legs of each side of his face.
“Sit on my face and let me make you feel good.” He grabbed both of your thighs to pull you down on his face as he began to eat. “Mmmh.” You gripped his locs tightly looking down to see him already look at you. He sped up his pace lick after lick making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. “Feels good?? Huh??” He murmured giving you a hard spank on your ass. “Yesss san.” Sliding his tongue inside of your aunt did it for you. Your legs began to tremble as your close to the end.
“Cum for me, i know your close baby.” He put his hand on your back laying you forwards to slip in a finger hitting the right spot. “Right there?? Does it feel good right there??” He slowly slipped in another finger twirling them around moving them in and out at a fast pace before beginning to suck your clit, matching the same pace as his fingers.
“I’m cuming san, i’m fucking close san i’m gonna burst!!” you yelled as you felt your stomach tighten and a burning pleasure on your clit letting you know your gonna cum any second. “Cum for me, squirting on daddy face, let me taste you.” His words were all you needed to get off edge.
He sped up his fingers as you clenched around them when suddenly, “Fuck baby girl, that’s right cum on my face.” You came, his paced slowed down as he helped you ride out your high before you slowly removed yourself from his face, laying down beside him.
“10 sec break to collect yourself.” He told you before hovering above you slowly rubbing your inner thighs. Nodding your head, he began to count down.
“10…….9……….8……..7…….6……5……..4…….3…….2……1” He slowly entered you bottoming you out. “Put your legs on my shoulder.” Doing what he told you, he adjusted himself so that you can feel that he’s deeper inside of you. He began to move at a slow but hard pace wanting to take his time with you so that you feel every inch of him.
“Sannn.” Opening your eyes to look at him. “hmm?” He stared at you intensely running chills down your spine. “f-faster p-p-please.” After asking nicely san responded quickly by doin what you’ve asked. “You enjoyed what you did? You’re such a horny whore you’ve forgotten huh?” Pulling out of you he turned you around til your on all fours.
He entered back inside you with more raged in his thrust leaving you a moaning mess. “What are you talking about san?” He gave you a hard spank. “You’ve decided to send nudes while i was around the boys,” Another hard spank landed. “Why?” Spank. “Huh, why?” He sped up his pace and you couldn’t take it.
“Wait sannnn!” You put your hand back trying to disconnect your bodies but sadly it didn’t work. He grabbed both your hands holding them tightly with one hand and spanking you with the other. “Don’t push me off, take it like a good girl!” He used his free hand to rub your clit. “You thought i forgot what you did. I been told you i don’t like when you do that and you still did it. You wanted this right, so take what the fuck i give you like the good slut you are!”
“Ahhh,” You put you head down into the sheets to block your moans but soon later was pulled back up by a pulled on your hair. “Let daddy hear you, let me hear my princess.” He moaned loudly as he twitched inside of you hinting that he’s close. “Fuck baby, cum with me!” He rubbed your clit faster as you began to clench around his cock. “I’m close san, FUCKK!!” You said as your legs began to shake harshly. “i’m about the cum baby, cum wit daddy.” A few hard thrust later he shot his load deep inside you as his pace slowed down riding out the both of you high.
He pulled out and let you out of his grip as you fall onto the bed right after. He gave you a couple more hard spanks on your ass before laying right beside you. “Felt good?” he asked as he placed kisses on your neck leaving marks. “Yes, it felt amazing.” you chuckled softly slowly dosing off.
“Don’t fall asleep baby girl, the party had just begun.”
uhh ohh…
Sorry for not posting i’ve been a little busy..🥹I had this in my drafts and i’m just now finishing this story up.🙂
#ateez smut#ateez choi san smut#ateez imagines#choi san#choi san scenarios#choi san smut#ateez san#choi san fanfic#choi san fic
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Chapter 107-2 thoughts
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OKAY WELL!
Literally earlier, before the chapter came out, I'd said I'm not believing Hiyori is dead. They'd have to show Yato naming her to get me to believe that. And then this chapter happened. Fuck me, I guess!
It seems like the general reaction to this is that it's sad but I'm not really sad I'm just angry. As it is, we have two options: (1) this is all a fakeout, one last time, or (2) this is actually the intent and the series will end with Hiyori being made Yato's shinki.
Neither is really ideal. A fakeout this late in the game seems pointless and would likely involve an asspull of some sort, but the alternative is something that absolutely spits on the themes of the manga thus far and effectively negates the arcs of both Hiyori and Yato.
So all in all, I really wish they hadn't gone this route in the first place, but I'll take the lesser of two evils at this point. This manga has always been about overcoming tragedy, your past does not define you, the near and far shores cannot survive without one another but too much interaction disrupts the balance, et goddamn cetera. Making Hiyori Yato's shinki makes this story a tragedy, teaches Yato the same lesson he's already learned (HOSPITAL ARC), and eliminates the only near shore major character in the entire series.
Now the question remains: can they still reverse this? Like I'll take anything at this point, but is it even possible within the story's logic? I want to say yes, and I've already seen a few rumors flying--this dimension is all an illusion, the koto no ha is destroyed so the bubble is too, the gods can reverse all the people that have died from the creatures, it could be possible for Hiyori to become a god, etc.... I'm clinging on to that first one personally, but at the same time, I feel a looming dread because...Yato saw Hiyori's memories. He saw memories he didn't personally witness, which kind of makes me think this is the real deal. But I also really don't fucking want it to be?
"Ina wasn't your first fic for the fandom literally this exact concept" YES because what makes a good AU wouldn't always be good in canon, right? This was something I wanted to explore in the concept of fanfiction, because it's a different medium to play with different ideas. At the end of it, I kind of went, "phew, that sure would be bad, wouldn't it!" and went on with my life.
I dunno man. I'm just angry and sad and disappointed, and it's annoying to me as well to look back at all the other things they've resolved perfectly. I think of how flawlessly executed Yukine's arc was, and want to cry. Why can't Hiyori get this same luxury? Fakeout or not, her arc should've been her parting ways, preferably on her own terms, because that's what the story's been leading up to. Yes, her grandma told her to be with the one she loves, but I assumed that was just in the moment, and wasn't actually foreshadowing her death.
THE FUCKING. HOSPITAL ARC. SHE IS SIXTEEN YEARS OLD SHE CAN'T DIE YET. NOT UNTIL SHE'S AN OLD LADY!!!! YATO SAID SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT DID HE LEARN FROM THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NEVER LOVE ANYTHING I FUCKING GUESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At this point I'm going to deny it either until Adachitoka says sike or the manga ends. But needless to say, my reread's been postponed. I've been putting it off because of being busy irl, but if I reread now I'll just be bitching the whole time, and I don't want to do that to myself, and I don't think you guys want to read that either.
If it ends this way, I'll be bruised and bitter for years. If Adachitoka says sike, and Father dies believing Hiyori is dead (cause what was up with him losing his eyes), I'll at least cherish this one small mercy, but man, this is a sore blow. I'm sorry that normally my thoughts are excited and this one's just angry, but I can't put a positive spin on this yet.
Feel free to send me your theories or copium. I'll devour them all until I get made a clown of once more.
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Hi I just wanna say I love your redesigns for the creepypasta characters! I'm curious what weapons does each character use and what abilities do they have if they have any?
Thank you! Some of these mfs I have been very unsure about. I need to draw their other outfits. Like their fancy lil suits. Slenderman has a dress code for his proxys however the rules of it are not super strict. They can wear what they like so long as it meets his criteria. (Gonna be hard to draw Wilson ina suit without making him look like some kinda wanna be joker :o( )
This is gonna seem unnecessarily long but I feel like I do need to explain a few things about how Slendermans Proxys work in PM as well as how living humans are affected by just being in the underworld because it isn't made for living humans.
There's also as far as weapons go that, while they DO have weapons they ENJOY to use most, Slenderman is very particular about how things are done so they don't always get to use them. Proxys are more like Hitman or assassins (at least Slendermans are). I'll give some faves for each of the 3 main fuckers living with Slendy (who aren't 100% OCs) currently as I'm still figuring out anyone else who may show up (I have plans for EJ to show up and potentially may start working on my own version of Toby as well as a few other OCs who are Proxys for other Opporaters in the Underworld)
As for abilities I think even the humans have at least one natural ability. Humans who get hurt in the underworld don't really always heal like they should because they aren't meant to live there. When a monsters that live down there hears "human" In the context of someone living there. They assume that you mean someone who died and is now living there as an undead. They assume Zombie or Ghost, potentially even a poltergeist. But never just a breathing living human. So when living humans do get hurt the same "magical grid" (for lack of better words) keeping them from dying also heals serious injuries in a way to try and prevent the same injury from happening. It's a whole thing and I'll explain how it works with each character (in this post specifically Jeff and Wilson)
That being said I'll stop rambling and actually answer the fuckin question!
I will put a trigger warning for things like blood and mentions of self harm and mild body horror(?) (I think ripping flesh counts for that if not for mild blood/gore this is specifically for Jeff split mouth. Not sure anyone will be bothered but better safe than sorry.)
Jeffrey DuBois
Weapons - Jeff enjoys using knives mostly (shocker!) however he doesn't use them a lot while actually doing Proxy work. In fact he most commonly will just SNIPE a mf. He doesn't particularly LIKE when his job is that quick or easy but hes also not complaining, it's easy money. (Jeff the killer with a gun is also just really fucking funny to think about). he's always stoked when told that he won't be able to kill from a range though and that he'll have to actually get close and personal. But him not being able to kill with knives doesn't mean he doesn't still use them. Killing is his job but cooking is his passion and for him the two go very hand in hand.
Abilities- Jeff is just a human guy like I said so his Mouth scars didn't heal normally. He got them just before getting to the underworld and they were only partially healed but in his early days with Slenderman he did end up making them even worse. When they healed however he found out shortly after that he could reopen them and close them at will and it didn't hurt. In short his mouth can open up similar to a snakes. I've drawn it before in a previous Ref sheet, here's how it looks.
Other abilities he has are really just because of training. Though he does tend to accidentally sneak up on people despite the fact hes fucking HUGE. Man just doesn't make sound when he enters a room and it's not really an intentional thing. He will seemingly just pop up out of nowhere like a spooky ass ghost.
WILSON CROSS
Weapons - He likes machetes. That's really all there is to say. Wilson is still in training at the Institute and unlike Jeff he doesn't care as much about the professionalism Slenderman insist his Proxys have. While he follows his rules he does try and find ways around them because he is actually trying to make things fun for himself.
Abilities - Like Jeff, Wilson is human. He's been in the underworld for FAR longer, he grew up down there and has a couple different things the biggest being that after coming through the well that brought him to the underworld Wilson DID fall into the river Styx and was found and pulled out of it By Frankie and Jackie. If your familiar with how the River Styx works you know anyone who falls in that shit gets the Curse of Achilles. Which probably sounds fucking WILD. The obvious upside is that hes just really fucking hard to stop. The man seemingly just doesn't feel much pain. However even in the underworld where he won't die he still if hit in the right spot will go down like a bag of bricks and he's not getting up until he's had time to heal. Which can take a few days. If he's in the over world he WILL just fucking DIE. So he has to be a Lot More careful up there. Imagine you just trip and fall the wrong way and fucking DIE. Aside from that though he can bend and turn and just overall move in weird ways due to the amount of bones he's broken growing up in the underworld and how they healed weird like with Jeff's mouth and of course Wilson being an idiot. Seriously, some of the stories he has are just summed up to him being a dumbass. Only a couple people who know his weakness aside from Jackie and Frankie is Jeff.
Jackie Ragzdale
Weapons - While they technically do work for Slenderman they aren't actually proxy however they do still kill on occasion for personal reasons and funniest shit I just thought it was silly is that they will use various weapons however Jackie is a Toyfolk and thus all their weapons are made IN TOY LAND. So they might pull a shot gun out of their box, sure but it's going to LOOK like a toy. It won't LOOK real. It's gonna look like a full-sized toy shotgun but it is in every aspect a REAL ASS GUN. And I just find that so funny. And they ALSO find it funny. They will go "STICK EM UP THIS A ROBBERY!" Knowing damn well no one is gonna think that's a real ass gun and then laugh at their surprise when they shoot and it's revealed to be a real ass fucking gun! This is made worse when you take into account they do just have Prop/fake weapons in there as well so sometimes they will just fuck with people by using a fake one and being like "Haha gotcha!" In short they like Toy weapons that are real weapons but look like fake ones.
Abilities -Compared to the original cannon LJ, Ragz doesn't have nearly as many abilities. They have 3 different forms though.
They have a Toy Decoy, which is basically exactly what it sounds like where they just are a seemingly normal inanimate toy, this is for when they're in their box but either not home, busy, or just simply don't want to come out of it.
The second form is a smaller doll like form. Which lets them appear as a regular toy but still be able to move around. They usually use it to scare people who don't know they're alive. Other times they use the doll form is when they need to hide, are hella tired, or when dealing with children. They often are in the form when spending time with Sally.
The 3rd form is the form they most usually are in.
Other than that they can very easily switch out their body parts. They want different arms they can just swap them if they want. They do have to be made with materials from toyland to work properly however.
That's all as far as the main character who are technically Rewrites who use weapons or have abilities right now. Everyone else is either an OC or I'm still developing/designing and coming up with their backstory.
#creepypasta#proxymorons#crp#creepy pasta#creepypasta redesign#jeffrey dubois#jeff the killer#wilson cross#laughing jack#ragz#Jackie Ragzdale#ask#anonymous#anon ask#anon
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do you have any recs for good skates to watch from this season so far?
elsa i am so sorry you asked. here we go
(bolded skaters are going to the gpf)
(all links require a vpn bc isu youtube hates usa; rec using opera browser's built in free vpn)
i mainly follow singles, so i'll mostly stick with those, but for pairs stellato-dudek/deschamps are absolute breakouts featuring queen deanna who is the oldest gp medalist and oldest gp gold medalist !!! stan deanna. i rec watching their skate america skates, particularly their short. i wept
ALSO for dance by far my favorite thing i've seen is demougeot/le mercier's weird ass sad mime ex which hits EVERY time.
ANYWAY. to the shit i actually care about deeply
WOMEN
rika kihira's titanic free from sci: the nhk one was probably better technically but i saw this one in person in the front row and wept the entire time. outstanding vibes. beautiful skating.
kaori sakamoto's sia free from skam: speaking of things i saw live from the second row and wept through. that's MY world champion
mai mihara's espoo short and also her sheffield free: 30 point grand prix queen enough said
yelim kim's short and free from nhk: won nhk against an absolutely stacked lineup of women. has one of the most beautiful ina bauers in existence
honorable mentions that i'm not going to find the links for: every single thing gracie gold did at skam. listen to the audience reactions for her!!! absolutely not a dry eye in the house. also amber glenn did incredible at skam, if you're into her. also faves rinka watanabe at sci and loena hendrickx at angers to round out the gpf lineup. (uhhhh. minus isabeau who is talented but i don't care for as a skater atm)
MEN
oh god
shoma uno's nhk free and exhibition: this tiny man owns my entire ass. i also saw both of these skates live and my brain turned to mush and i made noises no human should ever make but i think the nhk ones are better. his short also fucks but he keeps screwing it up lmao. these are some of my favorite programs of all time tbh
roman sadovsky's nebelhorn trophy short: romsky is my goated flop worstie parasocial boyfriend and this program fucks. what if he could ever pull off a free skate.
adam siao him fa's short program from angers: i mean. my god. he did that
kao miura's short program from skam: had no expectations from this kid and then he comes out and drops a 94 point sp in front of us. TWO WEEKS IN A ROW. IN FRONT OF MY EYES. this program is fucking incredible except for the slowest cannonball spin of all time. his beauty and the beast free is also sooo fun but it WILL get stuck in your head and he keeps having bad falls on the first jump
kazuki tomono's miyavi ex: king of gala skates strikes again. pleaaaase learn how to jump for the actual competitions
deniss vasiljevs's sheffield free and sci ex: does the free hit as well without knowing how hard he flopped it during sci? idk and idc. his englishman in new york sp is also worth a watch. we love u deniss. anyway the sci ex happened in front of me and stopped my brain function for like half an hour
junhwan cha's nhk free and skam short: the second we saw jun skate in person we dedicated our lives to seeing him skate again. please know that a good portion of that intensely high pitched screaming from skam is me and kim and lee anne. it was his BIRTHDAY
keegan messing's free at sci: now, this one is simply for the vibes. it was his last ever skate canada and the vibes during this event were terrible. everyone was flopping. energy was low. then keegs saved us and we all stomped and yelled and cried
kevin aymoz's short in espoo: he is sooooooo good and soooooo fun. his free is also good and hilarious bc it's a song of achilles program set to gladiator. i'm not kidding
ilia malinin's free at skam: so, listen. i am not an ilia girlie but he DID land a 4a 15 feet from us and it WAS impressive and i did scream about it, and since he is shoma's main competition at the gpf this year i feel that i should link this
unfortunately i only really care about 2 of the men in the gpf this year and the rest of my faves flopped bad enough at least once to keep them out of the running.
anyway yeah if anyone else wants to watch some figure skating. watch these ones
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Outside the Board
I just wrote this bc I wanted ta write me favorite chractas hangin out, but also gettin Chess whumped.
•Not Him•
Chess and Wick somehow meet up an become besties after TTH. They’re hangin out ina mall when an unexpected twist causes Chess to become triggered into a state of dissociation.
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“Hey Chess, what do you think of this?“
Wick was holding up a jacket. It had some bright floral patterns on it, which reminded me of Wick’s old uniform.
I took another sip from my slushie, contemplating it in my code while taking in Wick’s relaxed expression. My screen shifted into a soft smile.
“I think it’s pretty damn fitting, you hippie.”
They shot me an eye-roll and began to try it on, testing the fit of the material. It reminded me of those jackets organics would get from attending high school, kind of like Lemon- ah, Lemie’s old uniform.
I took another sip of my drink, the cold liquid feeling tingly on my magical tongue. I’ve always liked the colder foods that organics made, sometimes when I was good I would-
“I think that you look rather fit in it Wick. I bet it would look nice with embroidery too. You do seem to like crafting.”
Oh, the other code must have kicked in. Fuck, I need to stop spiraling into thinking tangents.
“Ah, feeling more serious?” He asked casually, taking notice of my changed eye display, “That is a good idea too, I’m thinking I might get it.”
Well, Prof was right, Wick looked like they belonged in something as comfortable as that.
“How is everything going?”
The voice creeps from over the clothing display.
A black hand, flecked with magic, is placed on the edge of the metal rack.
Familiar.
My slushie suddenly feels too warm. Too thick. I can barely muster up enough strength to get it through the straw.
“It is going very well Sir!”
Sir.
“We’re doing just fine. Our decision is already made, we don’t need assistance,” Wick’s deadpan voice creeps into the edges of my audio receptors. I barely even noticed my own voice before-
Wick takes my unburdened hand into his own, giving my metal a gentle squeeze.
“That is wonderful to hear. Let me know if you need anything else at any time.”
“Of course, Sir.”
I’m shaking. Why am I shaking?
Am I shaking?
It feels like I’m falling down to the ground? Why isn’t it happening why am I frozen still I-
“-c-~s, Chess-“
Oh- Wick’s here.
Oh, my slushie spilt all over the floor.
Oh, I finally fell… my knees are sticky.
“Chess, it’s alright. Hey, you don’t have to please him anymore. He’s gone-“
Gone..
“That wasn’t him, I promise. It was just an employee-“
Oh..
“A Coffee Pot objecthead. Nowhere similar. You’re safe.”
I felt Wick’s arm around my torso. It felt cold, like metal. Safe. Not organic and full of magic.
Wait, Wick-
“Fuck! Sorry Wick- I didn’t mean to, I didn’t even realize-“
My slushie’s all over the floor because I can’t even control my damn emotions. Wick helped pay for that too! And now she has to deal with me having a fucking breakdown over some guy?
“Shit- I’m sorry Wick-“
I feel a finger flick the front of my monitor.
“Hey now- you don’t gotta apologize. Where’s that unapologetic bastard I met back in hell? Who punched me straight in the monitor when I said shit about stuff I didn’t understand?”
Next was the hug. A cold embrace from a friend who now also has sticky knees from the stupid floor.
“Right. Okay. I’m not fucking sorry, and I totally should have shoved my drink at that guy’s face instead-“ I hastily breathed out, a lighter tone at the end of my words.
“Whatever you say. How about we go pay for this jacket and get out of here? Do you want another slushie, Chess?”
I look Wick in the eyes, seeing her gentle expression yet again.
She cares so much.
“Yeah- I think I would. Thank you Wick.”
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Ranking the GPF programs - the junior women FS edition
6 - Chaeyeon Kim - Poeta, choreo by Yeaji Shin
Again, much love to Chaeyeon, and the choreo for her free is better than for her short. That said the costume is 100% worst. Just way too much going on and questionable decisions made.
Choreo sequence is fire tho
5 - Hana Yoshida - The Planets/Star Wars, choreo by Tom Dickson
Mostly Satoko’s old program, also choreographed by Dickson, and repurposed for Hana. It works, and that program was very good, so why not. But imho besides the music, it fails to make an impression.
Mostly I think it comes down to Hana struggling with nerves throughout the season, and not being able to perform. She ends up being a bit lost in the music.
4 - Ami Nakai - Miss Saïgon, choreo by Kenji Miyamoto
Love the music. Love the costume, that dress was stunning. Love the choreo, especially the choreo sequence. Love how on the beat the jumps are.
Ami’s Free Skate at Japanese Nationals was the skate of the night.
But I can’t get behind the fact that she’s a kid skating to Miss fucking Saigon.
I don’t know why child-hookers programs are so popular among the FS community but nope.
3 - Jia Shin - Tree of Life Suite, choreo by Yeaji Shin
At the beginning of the season I was feeling lukewarm toward that program, mostly because of the music choice. Tree of Life Suite was used by Richaud for Kaori Sakamoto’s iconic Piano program. Everytime I watched Jia skate, my mind went to Kaori instead.
But Jia successfully mastered it and made that FS her own. That glorious Ina Bauer at JGPF was a moment and imho she should have been closer to Mao
2 - Mao Shimada - Passepieds/Wild Swans Suite, choreo by Lori Nichol
Mao didn’t have to go that hard choreo wise for her first junior season but here we are. Let’s just say she set the bar very high. That is a stunning program, senior worthy.
The music is playful and at times a tiny bit elegiac, Mao looks every inch the Swan princess she’s supposed to be (the arms, the posture), and her musicality is priceless.
And the choreo sequence is hands down one of the best we’ve seen, all fields together, in a long time.
1 - Minsol Kwon - Cats, choreo by Yeaji Shin
Is it the best junior program ever ? Pretty much. A pure delight, and a triumph.
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do you miss your dad in a quantitive way? ive recently lost someone close to me and it hurts but you seem to be coping so well even tho its been years
i think a whole lot of it has to do with some of my own illnesses/disabilities (especially autism and SZPD), actually, as well as a severely trauma-ridden life..so i guess the """""""short"""""""" version (literally this fucking essay IS a short rundown) of the deal is this:
not only was i born with a predisposition for emotional scarcity, but also live the damage done by a life so harsh it just drains you of the more basic human emotions. i think that's why i'm so obsessed with math? everything is an equation to me. now, i loved my dad more than anybody on earth, but i don't know what "grief" means since i wasn't equipped with it, i don't think i know what it means to be "sad" (i'm recalling this old journal entry in which i said i was jealous of people who got sad, cuz like their mom died or they had a breakup or put their dog down etc. because my definition of the word "sadness" portrays it as a state of being with an inherent end-point, and good god did i wish i could be sad for that fact alone (i still have that journal, i can post that page or others if anybody wants, it's probably explained better there). the last time i cried was in drug detox like 3 years ago and that was due simply to the physical pain of opiate withdrawal. otherwise i straight up CANNOT cry, it's like i'm physically incapable of it. i think the ability has been taken.
it would make sense to cry over my dad, that exact moment while i was talking to him and felt life exit and soften the hand i was holding; at the moment we were looking each other in the eye and then suddenly..weren't. no tears; the mathematical equation had just been completed- when you become an adult it is the natural progression of things and has been for millennia. it made sense, it added up.
maybe, for weeks to come, it looked to others like i was repressing my Sadness (my WHAT?), that i wasn't letting myself Mourn (umm i don't think anyone ever taught me that ability?) but i'm still like that to this day. personally i just appreciate that i had him as a father, that he cared for me while my mother worked, taking me out for fun little adventures. i love that i had a father who so openly showed his love for me, was affectionate and never closed-off, and also he was brilliant and hilarious. moving on, i appreciate that the remainder of his life post-diagnosis was bright, that he moved in with us, that he and i got to be close again, that he continued with his passions. i hope you can gather past memories/positive facts to be seen through this kind of lens that eases your hurt.
i'm proud that i was the one to take care of him, driving him to and staying around for every single chemo session, sitting up next to his bed where he'd watch me draw in amazement. i'm delighted that the very last thing he felt while still a living human was my hand on his, that the very last thing he ever saw was my smiling face, that the last thing he ever heard was my voice. that's enough for me. i don't understand why i should feel hurt. i have plenty of "oh man i wish my dad could see this drawing!/hear about this stupid thing i did today!/etc but i mean..hey, i wish a lot of things! i wish i lived with mobius in a little house in maine! i wish there weren't so many dirty dishes in the sink right now! i wish my skin didn't get so dry no matter what i do why is it so fucking dry! i don't dwell. maybe the fact that i can't feel sadness and loss and whatever but am still able to feel love and affection work out in this case.
all that being said though, i wouldn't call any of this "coping well"- i just never HAD to cope. and i wanna make sure this doesn't come off as braggy abt how Strong i am or make you feel jealous for how i handled this loss!! like i come on here for people and content and i cuz i think i'm funny but the downside is it can project an inaccurate picture. like even if you've read the worst of the worst about my life and self i've cared to mention here over the years you've still only read the children's edition. if anybody ASKED for a real rundown i'd be totally fine writing that dissertation and pop some pics in for extra fun but i'm not the kind of person who whines all woe is me on their social media as if everyone cares lmao
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Do you remember my post on Sjeiken 2015 and its relevance to Skam in general, and Skam s1 and the Eva/Jonas conflict more specifically? This article covers Tix's career extensively, going from his russ music roots to his conversion into mainstream pop singer.
It makes the points that:
It's not like Sjeiken 2015 is the one russ song that has questionable lyrics. Most if not all of Tix's Russ songs have lyrics with misogynistic, homophobic and racist content.
Sjeiken 2015 provoked a backlash in Norwegian culture (and Skam is both part of that backlash through characters like Jonas and Noora, and supportive through... everyone else), which made other russ crews order songs that had offensive lyrics in the hopes of being perceived as edgy, rebellious, Norway's newest public enemy, etc.
Tix exploited his own mental health and disabilities to craft a victim persona through which he was able to become a mainstream artist (that works with Ava Max and goes to Eurovision) while escaping scrutiny and accountability for his russ music and the huge amounts of profit he made and continues to make through said songs. Switching from a misogynistic persona to a victim persona also made him grow a female fanbase.
Very interesting article all in all. I also recommend this companion piece, The Great Russ Music Swindle. This article explains that many russ music composers have made the leap to Melodi Grand Prix. Melodi Grand Prix is easily one of the biggest music festivals in Norway, because it airs on TV, it's tax-funded (through NRK) and the winner gets to go to Eurovision as Norway's representative. It's the way many russ music composers have become mainstream artists, expecting now to work with artists that are victimized by russ lyrics. A somewhat lengthy quote from the article:
Before previewing a new Freddy Kalas song, the subject of russ music was brought up. Ina [Wroldsen] quietly sneered: “I boycotted being russ.” Tix’ response was that he was struggling to understand her point of view, and the discussion was abruptly ended by him making a song and dance about an unintentional sexual double entendre.
Ina and her mother host a podcast in which they discuss pretty much anything – including russ music. Their discussion of russ music was prompted by a father of a russ defending his son’s choice to finance a song with the following lyrics: “Jævla hore, sett deg på kne” (“Fucking whore, get down on your knees”). Ina says she is thoroughly incensed by it, and she then finally addresses the elephant in the room: “I know it’s controversial, I love Andreas – he’s a cool guy. But I also think that he has contributed something to this. It’s good that he apologised, but this type of toxic culture is fucking horrible. (…) It is so degrading, it’s rape culture. I think it’s fucking horrible.(…) And then, after a few years, these guys show up and say ‘Hey, you wanna write a song?’ Buddy, I don’t think so.”
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What happened
I don’t recall everything but it sucks.
Here I am again with you, which can only mean one thing — my heart is broken. Only this time I had the courage to end things. To end my more than 8 yrs of relationship with this person. It sucks.
If I can only undo everything and start again, I would. But that would be the stupid person that I’ve been the last 8 yrs. That would be the same old loop, same old tango that I’m trying to untangle myself away from. If I keep on going, what has been happening in the almost decade of relationship can happen again. And my heart will be crushed again and again and again.
Is it really better to end this? Did I do the right thing for myself?
The last straw?
The past 2 yrs of lockdown, we’ve been in our own bubble. Every single day, we’re together. So I didn’t really know that I had this ghost of a feeling that slapped me in the face in our first encounter after years of being locked in the void of my unwanted feelings and memories.
I had this issue with him turning me away whenever there’s someone outside our little bubble. Family, friend, even in the gym where we know no one. It’s as if I’m not his partner, not even someone he knows. He can pretend that I don’t exist whenever there’s someone else even though we’re just inches apart. And that hurts.
When we were in Gold Coast with my family on a holiday, he was chatting with his friend making plans as she’ll fly here. He could’ve asked me if I want to come, out of respect even though he doesn’t want me to. He could’ve asked.
But what did he do instead, you ask? Nothing. I called him out saying he could’ve asked me. What’s the big deal anyway? She was just a friend visiting her own partner. What’s the big deal? We could’ve gone, I could’ve declined. Just ask me. Instead of owning up to it and saying he’s sorry, he gaslighted me. He said that his plan is for me to come since I’m going to the city that day. He made me at fault saying I’m being stupid and that was his plan. I’m sorry what? You have a plan without saying a word to me? Who the fuck are you kidding trying to turn things around? I’m not stupid and I know if someone’s lying to me.
He’s been doing that to me since we started. I’ll get hurt, I’ll cry and then he’ll blame me and then I’ll be sorry. Fucking asshole.
I’m supposed to be his partner. He’s supposed to be proud of me and there’s no reason why he wouldn’t. I am an achiever and I owe my success to my perseverance and hard work. But nah. To him I’m a stranger he doesn’t know when his friends or his family are in the picture.
Putang ina ang sakit. And I let him do that to me over and over and over again.
Fuck you.
I told him a couple of days after that I’m breaking up with him. He just acted like it’s not a big deal (breakup) and thought I was just bluffing so he just out it aside. Days after, wala pa rin sya idea? Fucking stupid. My heart was hurting the whole time tapos wala lang pala sa kanya.
The fuck did I do to deserve this.
After ilang ulit that I’m really serious about it, he just agreed. And then now, it’s only less than a week before we move out of our apartment and our bubble for good, he’s not doing anything.
Every night he will just be on his computer playing Dota. Is it hard or is it not normal to cherish our days together knowing we’ll be apart after years of literally being locked in a box?
A lot of times I keep on questioning myself if I did the right thing of leaving. Pero as the days unfold na wala syang effort to be beside me it just proves my point.
Ako lang yung nasasaktan. Ako lang yung nag iisip ng past. Nagreremind how happy I was with him. Thinking if baka pwedeng tayo ulit? Baka pwedeng after some months, tayo ulit? Wag ka nalang umalis? Tang ina. Mas pinili pa nya maglaro. As in every day, mag uusap lang kami pag ako ang lalapit. He wouldn’t even ask san ako titira given na I’m with Cocoa and maybe he can just ask to meet up kahit just for Cocoa pero wala.
So tama ako? Wala lang talaga lahat?
8 yrs of my life. All of my love, tears, effort, hope, memories. Wala lang?
Walang thank you man lang? Walang pagsabi na nasaktan din sya?
Fuck.
Fuck.
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Watch Your Hands
Title: Watch Your Hands
Summary: A loose follow-up to No Biting. Your boys want you to learn when to keep your hands to yourself. Read the sequels, Don’t Keep Secrets, & Know Your Girl Mafia!Steve Rogers x Black!Reader x Mafia!Bucky Barnes
*Warnings: Stucky, Bratty Reader, Smut, Cursing, Spanking, Oral (f receiving), Porn With No Plot, DubCon, Minors DNI
A/N: Thanks for all of your support and reblogs for No Biting. I love you! Once again, I have no idea where this came from. Sorry, once again, if it’s crap. Please let me know what you think. Not super proofread. All mistakes are my own.
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You’re sitting at the dinner table with your men, trying to enjoy what should have been a fabulous meal created by one of the two chefs they kept under their employ. Melt-in-your-mouth filet mignon topped with an herbed mushroom sauce, paired with creamy garlic redskin mashed potatoes, and a side of roasted asparagus tips. Any other night, this meal would have been delicious, but tonight you could barely taste it.
“What’s wrong, Princess? You don’t like your steak?” Steve asks over his glass of wine. You manage to make brief eye contact with him before staring back down at your plate. Taking a deep breath you try to gather your courage. C’mon, you said to yourself. You’d practiced this.
“Umm…I uhh…I think we should break up.” Without looking up, you hear the sound of expensive cutlery clattering to their respective plates.
“What was that?” Steve’s voice sounds borderline deadly.
“Relax, Stevie.” Bucky interjects, his hand on his shoulder. “Our doll is clearly joking. Isn’t that right honey?” He’s grinning at you now. “A bad steak is no reason to end a relationship. We’ll have Ina make you another one, hmm?” The brunette winks at you, encouraging you to admit that you’re only kidding. Steve’s eyes bore into yours.
Now, it had been over three months since your men had interrupted your vacation to show you who was boss. And from that moment on, they had made sure to follow through. They were much more open about asserting their dominance over you, and it didn’t necessarily matter who was in the room. They didn’t hesitate to punish you now. And in a variety of different ways. Steve and Bucky could be quite inventive when they put their minds to it.
Did you still love them? Of course! But the problem was, you were really beginning to like it. The things they did to you…the things you had been allowing them to do to you…
You were beginning to like it. Really, really like it.
Their need for control was now a part of your everyday life. You were strong, you were a feminist, you were whatever your mind said you were in order to remind yourself that you shouldn’t be okay with this kind of situation. You weren’t a fucking doormat.
“No, I’m not joking. I’m not kidding. I think it’s best if we parted ways. I…I’m sorry.” You exhale quickly. “It’s not that I don’t love you - I do.” You sneak a glance at them. They aren’t happy. Which is okay, because you’d planned for this.
Bucky leans back in his chair and squeezes Steve’s shoulder. Steve looks like he’s ready to bend you over the nearest surface to either spank or fuck you. You weren’t sure which. “And what, may I ask, led you to this conclusion?” Okay, that was fair. You were pretty sure that they had never had a woman break up with them. It had always been the other way around.
You try to gather your wits about you. “I…don’t like the things that you do to me.” There, you’d said it.
Steve sighs and leans back in his own chair, his arm now tucked behind his head. “You’re fucking lying.” Your eyes fly to his own. How dare he?
“Yeah, I said it.” His mouth is set in such a hard line that you can practically hear his teeth grinding. “You’re a fucking liar. You’re just afraid of how much you like what we do to you.”
“No. That’s not it. I’m not into all of that control bullshit you guys like to pull. How about you respect that?” You fire back through clenched teeth of your own.
“Is that so?”
“Yes it is so, you bastard!” You find yourself clutching the fork in a death grip. Not that you were planning to use it, or anything.
Bucky lets out a frustrated groan, distracting you from Steve. “How many times do I have to tell you to watch your fucking language? We don’t like to hear our girl speak like that.”
“That’s the kinda shit I mean!” You burst out, shooting up from the table. “You can curse all day long and I have to walk around acting like some goody two-shoes! I’m a grown-ass-fucking woman!” They both leer at you, taking in every inch of your body.
“Oh, we know you’re all grown up, baby,” Bucky purrs. “We know. That ass of yours…damn.” Bucky winks at you. That’s it! You’d had it enough.
“Do you know how many curse words I just counted there? That’s at least one punishment, isn’t it Buck?” Bucky’s nod of agreement makes you want to scream!
“This is why I’m breaking up with you!” You erupt, arms flailing, your leg kicking the chair. “No more punishments, no more dominant crap, no more “hey! Y/N” you’re stuck inside AGAIN, no more asking for permission to do whatever the hell I want! I. Am. Done!”
“Well I, for one, want to know when you’re going to be done with this little tantrum so we can get back to enjoying our dinner.” Steve growls impatiently. You lose it when Bucky lets out an amused snort.
Without thinking, you throw your glass of wine in Bucky’s face and then chuck your fork at Steve’s head. Both make contact, which makes you feel kind of like a badass. Their respective sputter and “oof” makes you feel slightly better about life as you get up and walk away from the table. Love couldn’t fix this kind of bullshit.
You hurry upstairs to A) lock the door and B) pack your things. You were starting to become violent now, which was clearly their fault. Those boys were a bad influence!
You scurry by the maid on your way out of the dining room, who is looking at you in awe. Or maybe she thought you were stupid. Oh well. You sincerely doubted they would kill you. But you knew if you stayed, you’d feel it tomorrow.
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Bucky is quiet as he mops the wine from his face and shirt. He knew that shit would stain, not that he cared. He would just buy a new suit. Problem solved. Steve, on the other hand, was just fine. His taking a fork to the head hadn’t hurt him in the slightest. It had been her words that had cut him.
“Steve.” Bucky mutters softly, trying to get his friend’s attention. “Stevie…”
“She wants to leave us.” He mutters back, eyes staring unblinkingly at the ceiling. Bucky scoffs at that.
“No. That’s what she thinks she wants to do.” The blonde perks up at that. “Think about it, we’ve had her the way we’ve really wanted for how many months now? And how many times has she said “no”? I mean, really said “no”?” Steve shrugs.
“Y/N is not leaving us, Buck.”
“No, she’s not. She’s scared right now. Remember, it’s not like we’ve got some simpering little bitch in our bed. Our girl’s got some fire.” That’s what made things fun…
Steve nods absentmindedly. “Yeah, I know. I just want to tame her to our dicks. The way she submits…I wanna make sure she understands her place is with us.”
Bucky gets up from the table and proceeds to crack his neck. “She’s not going anywhere. And she knows it. Did you or did you not have her spread out on the table this morning?”
“You saw that, eh?” Steve chuckles, thinking back to when he’d had his face buried between your thighs. “I told her I’d wanted to see our pussy. Make sure she wasn’t wearing any panties.”
“And was she?” He shrugs off his suit jacket. “Wearing panties, I mean?”
“Nope.” Steve chuckles again. He could still taste you. And the sounds you’d made for him…
“Exactly. Because she knows better. I mean, I could hear how wet she was from across the room. She likes what we do to her and how we do it. Y/N is just too fucking stubborn for her own good.”
“Agreed. So, how are we gonna handle this?” Steve rises from his chair, rolling up his sleeves. He picks up the fork you threw at him and glares at it. When this was all said and done, he was going to make sure you knew that you were not allowed to hit him. Ever.
He watches as his friend’s face goes from contemplative to devious in a matter of seconds. “Let’s call Monty.”
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You throw as much of your stuff into your suitcase as you possibly can. You’d come back for the rest later. Eventually. Maybe. Truthfully, you were surprised that the boys hadn’t come after you. There was no way that they’d gotten the hint that quickly, but you also weren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Now, the real question was…where could you go? There was always Kendra’s place, but you didn’t necessarily want to involve her in this mess. You still had your place back in the city, but Steve and Bucky knew where you lived. And once you left the house, you knew you didn’t want to be found. At least not for a while. Fine, you think to yourself. Guess you were going to a hotel.
Just as you’re trying to figure out the best way to get there, you hear a knock at the door. Your head shoots up, anticipating the worst.
“Miss Y/N?” Another tentative knock. “Miss Y/N? It’s Monty. Mr. Barnes and Mr. Rogers requested that I take you home.” You almost couldn’t believe it. They were letting you go…just like that. You’d be lying if you said that fact didn’t break your heart a little, but at the same time, this was what you’d asked for. And your men had respected your wishes. Maybe there might be hope for them yet.
You slowly open the door, looking around just in case this was a setup. “Hi Monty.”
“I assure you, Miss Y/N. It’s just me.” You try to smile, but fail. “Let me get your bag. The bosses wanted me to let you know that you could send for the rest of your things whenever you wish.”
“Thanks, Monty.” You had always liked him. You would miss him. He steps in to grab your bag for you. “I’m…I’m going to miss you.” He just smiles and shakes his head.
“Well, we’d better get going. Right, Miss?” Squaring your shoulders, you reply: “let’s do it.” It was time to go, and as much as it hurt, you were ready.
As the two of you make your way through the now silent house, you’re once again surprised that the boys are nowhere in sight. Guess they didn’t want to see you leave. Or maybe they were too pissed. Either way, you understood. Monty opens the door and helps you into the back of the town car before placing your bag in the trunk.
Finally, he climbs into the front seat. And then you’re off. You resist the urge to look back at the house. To look back at Steve and Bucky. It was a shame that you hadn’t been able to say goodbye, but this was also probably the closest you’d ever get to a clean break with them. You couldn’t have everything you wanted.
Monty’s voice breaks you out of your thoughts. “Where am I taking you?” You clear your throat, praying that your voice doesn’t break. “Can you take me to the nearest hotel? Please.” He simply nods his head.
“I meant what I said earlier, Monty. I’m really going to miss you.” Again, he says nothing. He just nods his head. Strange. Monty was usually pretty talkative when it came to you.
You close your eyes. After about 10 minutes of driving, you feel the car suddenly roll to a stop. Eyes snapping open, you find yourself immediately on alert. “Monty? Monty, what’s happening?” You look out the windows, but see nothing. “I don’t know, Miss Y/N. I’m going to go check it out. Just do me a favor and stay in the car, okay?”
“Okay, okay, okay. Just be careful. Please.” Your heart is beating out of your chest. Instinctively, you reach for your phone. Not sure who you were gonna call. 911? Steve? Bucky? Kendra? Oh God…
For a few minutes everything is quiet. And then the car doors fly open. You let out a scream as Steve and Bucky slide in on either side of you.
“Well hey there, doll.’ Bucky purrs. “Where are you off to?” He grabs your hand and kisses it. You feel Steve place a large, warm hand on your thigh. Squeezing lightly, he leans in to press a hot, wet kiss to your throat. “Yeah, Y/N. Where do you think you’re going?” He breathes against your skin.
“You…I…we broke up. You told me I could leave.” Your pulse is literally pounding in your ears.
“Oh, Y/N.” Steve gifts you with another open mouthed kiss to your neck. “Baby, we never agreed to let you go. Buck and I never agreed to break up.” Bucky begins to lazily stroke your back. You’re dimly aware that Monty is back in the car and that you’ve resumed driving. Back to the house. Wait…what?
Bucky moves to raise the privacy screen. “Stevie’s right, Princess. We may have let you leave, but we were never going to let you go. You belong to us. I thought we’d made that clear.”
“So this…this was all…what? A joke?” You were this close to crying. What had happened to that clean break?
Bucky’s hand skates up your thigh, lingering dangerously close to your core. “Aww, wanna know a secret, Y/N?” You’re trembling now. This was too much. “C’mon, baby.” Steve whispers into your ear. “You wanna know the secret, don’t you?”
You can’t breathe. Can’t think. “Wha–what. What is the secret?”
“We own you.” Bucky’s hand cups your pussy, his fingers massaging your clit through your jeans. “That’s right,” Steve agrees, “you belong to us, remember?” The car pulls up to the front of the house and the engine cuts off.
Steve’s hand wraps around your throat when you don’t respond. “Remember?” He murmurs. His grip is a little tight, but his mouth is soft and sensual. “Tell me you remember.”
“Yes, I...I remember.”
“And why is that?” Bucky purrs again, his teeth sinking into your earlobe. “Because…?”
“Because I’m yours.” You whimper.
“Say all of it.” Your men growl in unison.
“Because I’m yours to take care of. Yours to spoil. Yours to punish. Yours to fuck”.
“Good girl,” Steve murmurs. “Hey Monty, get the fuck out.” You whimper as you watch him leave the car, effectively abandoning you. “Help me spread her out, Buck. I want her naked.”
You balk at that, batting their hands away as they come at you. You even resort to kicking your legs, trying to get them to stop. “You hit me, baby. Remember that fork? And you threw your drink at Buck.” Steve growls softly as he grapples with you. “You really wanna add kicking to the list too?”
You continue your struggle. “Oh, fuck you!”
Bucky manages to get a solid grip on your hips, attempting to still your movements. “See, there’s that naughty language again. We’ve really gotta get a handle on that, Stevie.” Satisfaction unfurls in your belly when you land a kick to his stomach, making him groan.
“Oh I know, Buck, and –” Steve grunts when you manage to slap him in the face. He immediately hauls your body to his chest, squeezing you to the point where all of the air leaves your lungs. “Let me make something perfectly clear to you, Y/N.” His voice is dangerously low. “You do not hit me. Or Bucky. Ever.”
Your frantic gaze strays to Bucky. His chest is heaving and his face is no longer sporting its signature grin. He. Was. Pissed. “Change of plans, Stevie. Let’s get our little Princess inside.”
“Nooo!” You try to fight them, but they have you pinned down. You let out a defeated sob as an angry Steve drags your body from the car and hauls you over his shoulder.
Bucky follows behind you. You watch as he undoes the top three buttons of his shirt. “Aye, Punk?” The man in question turns around. Bucky’s metal hand painfully grips your ass before delivering a hard smack, making you flinch. “Has our Princess earned the belt or her hairbrush tonight?”
Your Stevie bounces you on his shoulder. “I say we use your belt, Buck. Think we should tie her up too. Bust out that new toy we just bought for her.” Bucky lets out a laugh at that. Another sob escapes your throat.
“Y/N, I’m starting to get sick of your beautiful voice.” His metal arm makes sharp contact with your ass once again. “You’re the one that chose to run from us, so I suggest you shut up.” Your eyes widen as you watch him begin to unbuckle his thick brown belt. “Let’s go, Stevie.”
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Thirty minutes later, you find yourself tied to their bed on your hands and knees. Ass up in the air with a vibrator buried deep in your pussy. You cry out when Bucky takes a moment to roughly work the toy in and out of your swollen cunt.
“Don’t you dare fucking cum, Y/N.” Steve growls from behind you. You whine when you hear him snap Bucky’s belt against his thigh.
“Look at all that cream, Stevie. You can’t tell me you don’t want a taste.” You clench down as he continues to torment you. If you hadn’t been tied up, your legs would’ve given out by now.
“Oh I do, Buck.” The belt snaps again. “But right now I’m in the mood to punish.” They both chuckle. Fucking assholes. “Our girl needs to learn that she shouldn’t hit her men.”
Bucky leans down to stroke a large, calloused hand across your sweaty brow. “After tonight Princess, I think it’s finally time that you started calling us Daddy. What do you think?”
You whimper at that, your words muffled by the gag in your mouth. “Aww, there’s a sweet girl. Be good and take your punishment for your Daddies, alright?”
He tweaks your nose before letting go of your face. “Stevie, I say start with 40.” The blonde man nods with a smirk. “Y/N, you better hope that his arm doesn’t get tired, because if I have to take over...” Bucky shakes his head and steps back.
“Make our girl scream, Punk. We all know how much she likes it.”
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Fezco- Peek-a-Boo
Here’s a shitty Drabble thing….Imagine you’re Laurie’s daughter & you were over during New Years.
Written- 2-13-22
Words idk
Edited no
Your pov-
I was sitting on the couch, looking at the white cockatoo who was sitting on my knee Bobbing his head to the rhythm of the documentaries background sound. It was New Years, and I was as sitting in the living room of my mother and fathers apartment. My mom called me earlier this week asking me to come and spend it with her. I said yes against my own judgment. My mom use to be a teacher, then she broke her knee and was given OxyContin for the pain…next thing I know she’s addicted and doing whatever it took to get more, then she joined the game. My brother Bruce Jr followed my father and her into the game, that sweet boy now turned into whatever the Fuck he is now.
“You gonna be my New Years kiss?” I asked jokingly and he bobbed his head, his crown turning up,”thanks Snowball.”
“Talking to the bird are you?” I heard my mom slowly say as she sat down next to me.
“Mm.” I nodded.
“I hope you don’t mind…but, I have a costumer coming over ina few minutes.” Of course, the one day a year I come over she had a business deal. My whole Fuckin childhood was drugs over me and my brother. You get prescribed oxy once and then you fuck it all up for the rest of your life.
“Of course.” I smiled as Snowball climbed up my leg onto my arm, using the fabric of my shift to help him sit on my shoulder, where he cuddled into my neck. my mom got this bird when I was 13, I don’t know why she chose birds, I thought it woud I’ve been cats but this is better. I then heard the door open from the kitchen.
“Yo.” I heard a man say. my dad, Bruce was in the kitchen right now waiting for them. But…This is when I noticed My brother Bruce Jr and that kid Mitch weren’t in the house.
“Peek-a-boo!” Snowball chimed as he tapped my head with his beak,”peek-a-boo!”
“Shh.” I put my finger over my lips when I heard the door slammed open again.
“Two in the car.” I heard Bruce jr say. I stood up putting my hand over snowball so he felt a bit safer with the movement he took the moment when my hand came down to perch on my hand. Turning around, I saw my dad turn on the radio that sat in the kitchen.
“Strip! Needa know you guys ain’t wired!” My dad yelled.
“We ain’t wired.” The red head in the green sweater said.
“Do I look Fucking wiiiired?” The blonde bimbo looking one said and then, my dad slammed her head into the wall, i then realized it was Faye...custers girlfriend prostitute. I slowly blinked as I noticed the preteen who glared over at me.
“Put him in the closet, ain’t nobody wanna see your ass.” With my fathers words Mitch and Bruce grabbed the kid and brought him to the closet. I looked at him as He walked by, he had two tattoos on his face and a slit brow, and definitely wasn’t any older then 13? I sat on the edge of the couch scratching the side of snowballs neck lightly, he ruffled his feathers calming into it. I looked at the whole group, the red head, Custer his nose broken, the bimbo, and some girl with curly hair.
“Is this really necessary?” I asked,”you look Fuckin insane.”
“Peek-a-boo!” Snow ball chinned walking up my arm,”boo!”
“Don’t you talk to me like that.” Bruce said his dancy walk ending.
“I’ll talk to you however the Fuck I want. Is this really necessary?” I stood up walking into the kitchen facing him,”no one, is fuckin tapped your paranoid freak.” With those words I knew I made a mistake and I only realized it when they came out, making a part of me feel like a small child again ,”you hit me and I swear to god.” With that he turned around.
“Peek-a-boo! Boo! Wired!” Snowball chimed as I looked over at the red head who was completely stripped covering his Dick with not one, but both hands. I looked away quickly as Bruce walked over to the curly haired girl.
I looked behind me seeing Mitch and Bruce coke back.
“Your dad is fucking crazy.” I grabbed Bruce jrs shirt.
“He’s your dad too.” He said taking my hand off of him and leaning at the table with Mitch.
“Alright, that’s how it’s gonna be.”‘Bruce grabbed the girl.
“Cmon! She ain’t tapped or shit man!” The red head yelled my brother pulling a gun to his head.
“Jesus Christ.” I muttered looking at Bruce jr as my dad tugged the girl out of the kitchen towards the bathroom,”dad are you fucking serious!”
“Why do you have a bird?” faye asked as I turned around,she must be high as fuck, she didnt even know who i was.
“Why do you have track marks on your thighs?” I asked and she shrugged,”Jesus Bruce drop the fuckin gun from the guys head.” He did and that’s when I noticed the sound of the shower,”I’m never coming back here again.”
“Ain’t nobody ask you to anyways.”Bruce said as he pushed the girl into the kitchen, she was soaking wet with a towel.
“Jesus Christ.” I muttered.
”everyone on the wall!” I moved over at everyone lined up, this isn’t the time to say anything but the red head was cute. I shook my head walking out.
“Peek-a-boo!” Snowball sung,”peek boo! Peek boo boo boo!” I walked into the living room.
“Can you please control you husband? He’s got them all naked on the wall.”
“Are they wired?” She asked.
“No obviously.”
“Good.” She smiled,”did you noticed the redhead?”
“Yes.”
“His names Fezco, about your age.” She walked past me and I followed.
“Feh-co!” Snowball cheeped,”feh-co! Feh!”
“Shh.” I shushed him holding my Hand to him,”step.”He did just that and then I stopped at the beginning of the kitchen. Leaning on the wall.
“Can they please get-“
“Can you just shut the fuck up!” Bruce yelled, my mother looked at him, giving him that look,”sorry.”
“I bet you Fuckin are.”
“Sorry about all the hubbub, guys. Just being careful.” Laurie apologized.
“Peek-a-boo! Fehco!” Snowball cheeped.
“I thought mouse would’ve been with you.” Lauria pointed out, i remember mouse, I wanted to Fuckin Kill him.
“I didn’t like the way he did business.”Fezco said.
“who the fuck beings a kid and a teen to a drug deal?” I asked Fezco.
“That’s not a kid, that’s my business partner, and she’s my family.” With that I then remember the kid.
“Get the kid from the Fuckin closet!” I looked over at my brother and he went to do so. Snowball made some random chirp sounds and what sounded like a text ping which made me grab my phone from my pocket.
“Could I possibly…put my drawls on and talk to you in the other room?” He asked his eyes glancing from my mom to me back to mu mom.
“Sure.” Mom said.
“Everyone put your clothes back on please.” I said as Fezco picked up his clothes from the floor, he had his drawls on and he walked out of the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and followed the two. Seeing the kid walking down the hall infront of my brother. I turned into the living room that mom and fez were in.
“This is my daughter.” Laurie said,”her names (y/n).”
“Fezco.” He reached his hand out and I took it, sharing an firm shake, he had rings on and two gold chains. I knew what my mom was doing, trying to set me up with a dealer, get me into the game again.
“Everythings in here.” She handed his a suitcase and Fezco looked behind me, the kid was behind me, he handed him the cash.
“It’s all here.”
“Money money!” Snowball did his mini dance he does randomly.
“What the bird said.” He stood up, throwing his jeans on and looked at me,”what you doing tonight?”
“Nothing.” I scratched the back of snows neck making his crown rise
“Goin to a party.”
“You inviting me?”
“You sayin yes?” He asked pulling his green sweater of his head.
“Got nothing else better to do.”
#euphoria#euphoria fandom#euphoria fic#fezco euphoria#fezco fanfic#gegewrites#laurie euphoria#peekaboo
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Chapter 104 thoughts
I'm back from posting purgatory and have rewritten, more or less, what Tumblr deleted, so now it's time for my favorite game: Ina Tries To Figure Out What The Fuck Happened In The Latest Noragami Chapter. Spoilers under the cut.
So at the beginning we see trash dad cut himself free from Fujisaki and revert to his original form, while Fujisaki wakes up in Yukine's old house, far from home. I'm really interested to see how much he knows, which I said last time--whether he was aware he was being used or if he's basically been unconscious for the past year. I think he has to be aware on some level, because he knows Father's true name and has to invoke it to summon him from Yomi, but it would also be funny if he flies into a panic, follows the newly created lake, and ends up with the main cast. How far are they from the house, anyway?
Come to think of it, I've been reading Alive since last month (Adachitoka's first manga, which was written by their mentor while they drew the art) and while I'm not done yet, the north of Japan features prominently as a setting for that story and as the final showdown for this one. I'm not sure why, maybe they're from there, but it's interesting.
I'm so glad Yato slammed into trash dad after he insulted Mizuchi. It shows he does recognize her as a victim, and is willing to let things mend between them, since she's had her own character arc since Yato released her name. Don't get me wrong, that was still the right choice for him at the time--but they've both changed since then. And I always love the character development in this manga so this had me bouncing in my seat.
YATO ALSO SAYING HE'S NOTHING BUT A DEAD PERSON LIKE YESSSSSS GET HIM GET HIM KILL HIS MISERABLE ASS
Ahem. I wish Yato had been able to land at least one punch on this horrible man, but it's time for a shounen powerup.
Using the koto no ha on himself grants trash dad access to Izanami/Izanagi level powers, which I think is a temporary powerup that will end with Izanami taking him back to Yomi, because of how he can "feel her breath" on his neck. He plans to then escape again, and possess another body.
This new power is an ass pull as fast-moon put it, but it's also not the first of its kind in Noragami. Think back to Yukine getting cut in half and becoming a hafuri, Amaterasu appearing out of nowhere to give Hiyori the hint that saved Yato's life in Yomi, and how the main characters were saved from the covenant which provided the entire basis for the current arc (due to unresolved tensions between them and the rest of heaven). Basically, in Noragami these things happen with good reason and/or hugely impact the rest of the story, so I think it's best to wait and see how this trash dad development plays out before making judgments on how it affects the writing quality.
There's an old Noragami theory that Father is Izanagi, or stole his power, and it's been mostly dismissed in recent years (but there's an echodrops post about it here if you're interested in the points it made) and even more so since we got snippets of his backstory, but I think it's worth bringing back up now. Izanagi has been suspiciously absent from the manga, and I'm not sure he's even been mentioned, so I wonder if the koto no ha ties into that somehow. Honestly if Izanami killed him in this version of the story and used his power to make the koto no ha, good for her.
Anyway, trash dad reveals he's not just some human who came back from the dead. He can use these powers of creation; it's unclear whether he's used them before, but Yato has never seen him do so--Mizuchi seems to know what he's doing, but it's also unclear whether she's seen it either. I said years ago I don't think it was easy as him just returning from the dead and being granted godlike powers, but I haven't been insistent on it so much because I did a reread of the official translation two years ago and that version heavily implies the only thing trash dad did to get his powers was come back from the dead. I wonder how they'll reconcile that when this volume gets translated (please hold for another 2 years, lmfao).
Is this Izanagi's power, or Izanami's? Did he steal Izanagi's powers next after he paid Izanami a visit? Did he know what using the koto no ha on himself would do? Was it an educated guess based on Izanami's power? Is it still possible he could be a reincarnated Izanagi that believed himself to be human? I don't know if I'd like that last one, but these are the questions I hope to have answered.
Taking a brief detour to discuss that Kiun and Mayu have joined forces to look for their gods, and Ookuninushi is alive but has with him three freshly reincarnated gods--Yatagarasu, Kagutsuchi, and Shinatsuhiko. I'm shocked he lived and they died, but it may lead to an interesting change in heaven where he has to reconcile how they threw away their shinki lives even after they were explicitly told not to use them. The way heaven (and most gods) treat their shinki as not people but disposable tools has been a long-running theme of this manga, and it's been clear larger-scale changes need to be made.
So back to the main event, trash dad creates a biblical sort of flood, but one that brings images of the past. Alongside the tree where a young Yato named Sakura, we also see a cottage and a multi-level house. The cottage may be where Yato and Hiiro were raised, or it might be the one from the Father flashbacks: Check them out side by side:
(103-2; page 1 [Father and Kaya village]; 104, page 21; 45, page 33 [Yato, Hiiro, Father cottage] if you want to check for yourself)
Next, there's that multi-story building, which could be the place where Yato made his first kills, or Hiyori's grandmother's house. There isn't much visible, so it's hard to tell, but here's another side by side:
(46, page 9 [where Yato made his first kills]; 104, page 21; 85, page 42 [Hiyori's grandmother's house])
If this enchanted world functions similarly to Hiyori viewing Yato's past while he's asleep, Hiyori will get to experience trash dad's past as it really happened. I've mentioned before it bothers me how the gravekeeper has been narrating the events even though he wasn't present for any of them, so it's entirely likely Father manipulated the facts of his history, or they naturally changed over the course of a thousand years.
I also think Hiyori could find out trash dad's weak point, his true name, if/when she witnesses his past. She could then become his lifeline and decide to let the secret die with her. Or he could possess her, but I'm being optimistic.
The tree she sees is the tree where Yato named Sakura, but it could also have some significance to Father and Kaya; if the cottage where he raised Yato and Hiiro was in the same general location as that village, he could have some memories there.
So if we get Hiyori and Sakura interaction I will cry. If we get Hiyori and Kaya interaction I will also cry.
Next few chapters I'm really excited to see where this enchanted lake dimension thing goes. Yukine could also be caught up in it, depending on how far it has spread, and it'll be interesting to see how Amaterasu reacts to it too.
I don't normally say this, but reblogs are appreciated. This post required a lot of skimming older chapters to tie my thoughts together, and my original draft got half erased when I was just finishing it up so I had to rewrite a lot of it. Plus it seems like everyone was pretty confused by the events of this chapter, so a reblog would help to spread it around and hopefully shed some light on the events. Thanks!
#Noragami#Noragami manga#Noragami spoilers#ngl I am sad it's not a full chapter but did yall see the new springtime lottery art. I cried#I might be back with more thoughts later cause I feel like I couldn't recall everything I had written previously#it is time to create a master doc of my thoughts I suppose. fun project#live update
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I'm gritting my teeth to finally speak up about what I think about the last scene of episode 4 non consent vs non consent scenario.
Much has already been said about it so much so that I don't want to over burden the tag with a whole meta about it.
I've done some freaky crazy things in my drunken haze when I was in my twenties. But like many pointed out, when I did those crazy things being in a condition of inebriation , IT WAS MY OWN CHOICE TO PUT ALCOHOL IN MY SYSTEM. So as a grown up woman I should know how much alcohol I should drink to keep my sanity in tact and when I drank more than that I have to take responsibility for what may or may not happen after that and what are the risks of being inebriated in a risky situation.
This is the basis of what I want to say.
When a grown up man drinks ,it's on him what happens after that unless he's literally tied up and abducted a la Vegas and then being forced upon. Come on guys, drunken sex is a thing in today's world. I hardly know any friend of mine who hasn't slept with someone when they're too drunk to give so called valid or legal consent for sex. Does that mean they're all victims of non con?? Oh the fuck not ! They did it and enjoy it and there's absolutely wrong with it. In many cases the people they slept with were also drunk and when they hit the first glass somewhere they had it in their minds that they'd get some tonight or atleast they were okay with such a possibility.
Porsche , when he entered the auction area for the night -
A. Absolutely had no intention to get either drunk or high on this evening . The fact that he often gets drunk of his own volition, either as a form of distraction or casual entertainment is invalid. He did not want to do it then and there , case closed.
B. He had absolutely zero intention to have sex with Kinn. He had absolutely zero intention to have sex with anybody. He had absolutely no interest or intention to either seduce or throw himself or serve himself in a platter for Kinn .
The fact that he may or may not find Kinn attractive, he may or may not have started to see him in a different light after finding out about his sexuality, and whether he indulges in casual sex on a regular basis ( as we see in episode 1) for pleasure or distraction- every single of these arguements are completely invalid to make him a willing participant in the sex with Kinn.
Why??? Because of the simple fact that he was made to be high as a kite without his consent . He had aphrodisiac raging in his system that was telling him it's a verryy good idea to seek pleasure in sex. And when he found Kinn who was an attractive man and whom Porsche had found a little bit intriguing for sometime it suddenly felt like a verryy good idea to literally make some provocative moves to end up ina sexual situation.
Why he pushed away Vegas though ?? Because he was feeling helpless. He felt being taken by force like .. like an object. His hands were tied up and he couldn't even see the face of his predator. I can guarantee had it been Kinn who was in the exact same situation as Vegas ,Porsche would've kicked him in his balls and threw him away. He's an indomitable force of nature. You can not have him by brute force.
Every single blame lies with Kinn. I couldn't emphasize it enough. He deserves that some people are calling it a rape. It was not rape. Not by any means. But honestly, it's totally said if a section of the fandom wanted to call it that way.
He was the sober one. I am very happy and proud of him that he tried to strongly resist the temptation when Porsche was seducing him ( really it was that only, even though done in a somewhat mocking manner. ) He slapped his hand away n tried to be the voice of reason. But really why should we praise him for something when it's the human and right thing to do ?? It's like praising people for not stealing other people's valuable items when they have chance. Hyping them up for showing basic human decency.
What do you think Pete or Pol would have done if it was him in place of Kinn ?? They'd have resisted him firmly till the end and put him to bed to sleep off his high.
Which is what Kinn should've done. He should've known that come morning, its Porsche who would be the worse of the two, he'd have to bear the punishment, the derision, the confusion and shame and guilt much more than Kinn and all these after almost surviving literal rape by Vegas . Kinn knows he won't be there for him in any capacity. He'd leave him alone in his boiling water.
My respect for Kinn has done down several notches. I never judged him for the drunken kiss because to some extent both were drunk and Porsche was not on any aphrodisiac. He responded himself.
There is already a huge power imbalance between the two of them that makes the situation precarious. Kinn , Kinn, what the hell were you thinking ??
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