this video will never be the same again :')

one thing i think is interesting, as someone who basically grew up playing video games non-stop, is how some types of video game just don’t gel with people 

like, it’s easy to forget that, even though i’m pretty bad at most games, that my skill at handling video games is definitely “above average.” as much as i hate to put it like this, i’d say my experience level is at “expert” solely because I can pick up any game controller and understand how to use it with no additional training. 

a friend of mine on twitter posted a video of him stuck on a part of samus returns. the tutorial area where it teaches you how to ledge-grab. the video is of him jumping against the wall, doing everything but grabbing the ledge, and him getting frustrated 

i’ve been playing games all my life, so i’d naturally intuit that i should jump towards the ledge to see what happens 

but he doesn’t do that.

it’s kinda making me realize that as games are becoming more complex and controllers are getting more buttons, games are being designed more and more for people who already know how to play them and not people with little to no base understanding of the types of games they’re playing 

so that’s got me thinking: should video games assume that you have zero base knowledge of video games and try to teach you from there? should Metroid: Samus Returns assume that you already know how to play a Metroid game and base its tutorial around that, or should it assume that you’ve never even played Mario before? 

it’s got me thinking about that Cuphead video again. you know the one. to anyone with a lot of experience with video games, especially 2D ones, we would naturally intuit that one part of the tutorial to require a jump and a dash at the same time.

but most people lack that experience and that learned intuition and might struggle with that, and that’s something a lot of people forget to consider. 

it reminds me a bit of the “land of Punt” that I read about in this Tumblr post. Egypt had this big trading partner back in the day called Punt and they wrote down everything about it except where it was, because who doesn’t know where Punt is? and now, we have no idea where it was, because everyone in Egypt assumed everyone else knew.

take that same line of thinking with games: “who doesn’t know how to play a 2D platform game?” nobody takes in to consideration the fact that somebody might not know how to play a 2D game on a base level, because that style of gameplay is thoroughly ingrained in to the minds of the majority of gamers. and then the Cuphead situation happens.

the point of this post isn’t to make fun of anybody, but to ask everyone to step back for a second and consider that things that they might not normally consider. as weird as it is to think about for people that grew up playing video games, anyone who can pick up a controller with thirty buttons on it and not get intimidated is actually operating at an expert level. if you pick up a playstation or an Xbox controller and your thumbs naturally land on the face buttons and the analog stick and your index fingers naturally land on the trigger buttons, that is because you are an expert at operating a complex piece of machinery. you have a lifetime of experience using this piece of equipment, and assuming that your skill level is the base line is a problem.

that assumption is rapidly becoming a problem as games become more complex. it’s something that should be considered when talking about games going forward. games should be accessible, but it’s reaching a point where even Nintendo games are assuming certain levels of skill without teaching the player the absolute basics. basics like “what is an analog stick” and “where should my fingers even be on this controller right now.” 

basically what i’m saying is that games are becoming too complex for new players to reasonably get in to and are starting to assume skill levels higher than what should be considered the base line. it’s becoming a legitimate problem that shouldn’t be laughed at and disregarded. it’s very easy to forget that thing things YOU know aren’t known by everyone and that idea should be taken in to consideration when talking about video games. 

The Houses as Video Game Things

Hufflepuff:

Only picking the nice dialogue options. Carrying around way too much stuff because “what if it might be helpful later?”  Pausing a fight because you’re about to die and need to use a health potion. Being really good at puzzles and minigames. Balancing your skills so that you do well in a fight, regardless of the circumstances. Never wearing matching armor. Fighting the same enemy over and over again and cheering when you finally beat them. Panicking whenever dark music starts to play. Having to walk everywhere because you’re carrying too much to fast-travel.

Ravenclaw:

Spending 2+ hours on the customize character screen. Getting emotionally attached to the NPCs. Using actual strategy to plan out your quests/fights. Always having a lot of money but never having anything to spend it on.  Spending all of your level-up points in one category.Never getting caught when you steal things, but only taking small items because you’re afraid that someone will notice if you take something big. Wasting a lot of lockpicks on something that doesn’t even have good items in it. Placing waaay too many manual map-markers because you can never find your destination otherwise.

Slytherin: 

Spending too much time on side-quests instead of working on the main objective. Accidentally walking into a ridiculously difficult battle when you’re only level 2. Using long distance weapons to fights the enemies because you’re terrible in close combat. Forgetting what quest you were working on because you got distracted by a hunt for a random object. Actually using resistance potions/spells/e.t.c. Having conversations with companions and unlocking extra quests. Forgetting which buttons on your controller do what and having to spend a couple minutes to figure it out.

Gryffindor:

Forgetting to save and having go way back to the beginning of the quest when you die. Screaming out loud whenever something scary happens. Getting lost in a location that you’ve been to 50+times. Sneaking? What is that? You run straight into the open and hope you won’t die. Not understanding what the different stats for your weapons mean and picking the one that looks the coolest. Always forgetting that you have helpful items and never using them when you need them.

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09/05/2017: Ivanteevka, Moscow oblast. A ninth-grader, fan of Columbine - Mikhail Pivnev came to a class with a gun and smoke bombs. After a monologue about the desire to die, he shot a teacher. Schoolkids started jumping from the second floor to safe their life. Four persons were injured. No one died.
During the year Mikhail attended a psychiatrist because of suicidal thoughts. Probably he was victim of bullying classmates and teachers. Mikhail was using last name Klebold online on his social media page (vk.com), re/posting info, gifs and memes about shooters. Also he warmly condoned all shootings, action of Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold

His post on April 20, 2017:
On April 20, 1999, the Columbine school was attacked.
If it does not go into details, then as a result, 13 pupils are dead, 23 were injured and two are alive in my heart. Here and again the same day. It is a pity that not a year for sometimes I think. No matter what happens around me, how they treat me, I wonder if I’m needed here … life is beautiful friends, but sometimes death is better. And it could be better if I was in the place of Eric and Dylan …
And now forget everything that is written here and live on. Not everyone loves suicidal thoughts, right?
-20.04.99.11: 18_12: 01.- HDTL. E&D.FSBS. CGMD. CHS. Never Be Forget.-

Atteched pics - video and photo from his online page.

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How to Make the Electoral College Irrelevant

We must make sure our democracy doesn’t ever again elect a candidate who loses the popular vote. That means making the Electoral College irrelevant.

Here’s how: As you probably know, the Constitution assigns each state a number of electors based on the state’s population. The total number of electors is 538, so any candidate who gets 270 of those Electoral College votes becomes president.

Article II of the Constitution says states can award their electors any way they want. So all that’s needed in order to make the Electoral College irrelevant is for states with a total of at least 270 electors to agree to award all their electoral votes to the presidential candidate who wins the popular vote.

If they do that, then automatically the winner of the popular vote gets the 270 electoral college votes he or she needs to become president.  

Already 10 states and the District of Columbia have passed laws to do this – awarding all their electoral votes to the candidate who wins the popular vote, as soon as the 270 elector goal is met. Together, these states total 165 electoral votes.

So all we need now is some additional states with 105 electors to pass the same law, agreeing to reward all their electoral votes to the winner of the popular vote – and it’s done. We’ll never again elect a president who loses the popular vote.

The effort is known as the National Popular Vote Interstate Compact. If your state hasn’t yet joined on, make sure it does.

i’m truly screamin rn ok you know how i spent the entire last quarter of 2015 being called a dumb stupid bitch for acting as taylor swift’s unofficial tumblr lawyer and making posts defending her against claims that she spent her plentiful spare time @ her computer gleefully reporting every youtube video that used .3 seconds of any of her songs????? and you know how that all started because of the posts that went around that claimed that taylor personally caused the audio of rose and rosie’s wedding video to be muted because they danced to shake it off for thirty seconds???? and my entire defence was that it would have been youtube algorithms that detected the song and that it didn’t make sense for taylor herself to be personally responsible??

WELL it turns out that the audio wasn’t even muted because of shake it off at all, it was because they included literally 3 seconds of a black eyed peas song from 2008, and it was actually taylor’s team who advised rose and rosie that this could be the case and this was what helped them get the audio back up, and nOBODY KNEW ABOUT ANY OF THIS UNTIL TODAY WHEN THEY UPLOADED A Q&A VIDEO WHERE THEY WERE ASKED ABOUT IT

like none of this even matters now because people are just having too much fun with their image of taylor sitting around preying on unsuspecting fans who enjoy her music but i genuinely find this so funny and also i will never be able to listen to a black eyed peas song the same way again

anonymous asked:

do you have any hcs about how andrew and neil come out and how does the public react and stuff??

Do I ever!!! Okay, so this is probably gonna be a shortened version of my idea that I have thought about way too often, way too much. But maybe I’ll get super out of hand with it. Who knows?

  • Kevin Day is getting bad publicity and the media is dragging him for something
  • (Maybe a drunken incident and his drinking problem? Idk exactly… This isn’t really the important part, it’s just set-up)
  • So, anyways, exy’s golden boy is getting a lot of negative media attention
  • Neil feels bad and wants to help shift some of the focus off of Kevin
  • Especially after Kevin told Wymack he was his father for Neil when Neil needed attention shifted off of him
  • Neil talks about this with Andrew, trying to figure out what he’s gonna do to distract from Kevin as much as possible
  • He’s not at all expecting Andrew to make suggestions or want to get involved
  • He’s just thinking out loud and maybe seeing if Andrew wants to shoot down any ideas as the worst that he should definitely not do
  • But Andrew likes being needed by the monsters and Kevin is his baby bird to look after
  • And he doesn’t really give a shit if people know he’s with Neil
  • Like his life isn’t their fucking business, but he can handle people knowing and it’s not like it’d be the worst thing the media’s broadcast about him
  • So, he pitches the idea as casually as if he were suggesting they order pizza later

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so would the taylor that released idwlf be ‘the old taylor’ or ‘the new taylor’? is she like some kind of personality purgatorial being? is she okay? is she in the in between? will the gorgeous music video come out after the album release or should we be preparing for that soon? was the fact that ready for you by HAIM and gorgeous follow along the same lines a creative coincidence or did they secretly do a collab we’ll never know about? why did taylor do a secret session in LA then nashville if nashville is on the way to LA? is camo going to be a permanent thing like the red lips or is this going to be crop tops and skirts again? does taylor know im just joking when i make fun of her weird habits? how is taylor going to get through a whole performance when she was out of breath after a few minutes of chair dancing? i have questions???

Demonstrate Pt. 2! (Pornstar!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A/N: HEY GUYS! Finally, it’s here! I’ve been having trouble trying to up the dirtiness from the last one, but I’ve finally made some str8 sin! 😭I was literally beaming while writing this cuz it’s SO DIRTY. :’D I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - -Delilah ❤ 

Demonstrate Pt. 2: After the last successful video, Reader and Bucky are at it agin, only this time they’re welcoming a third member. (;

Warnings: Pornography. Extremely NSFW. M/F/F. Threesomes. Graphic sex and language. Slight daddy kink. 

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Rest In Peace, Host

There’s something @markiplier said earlier in the stream that I’m not sure everyone remembers or saw. If you haven’t, here it is:

Mark confirmed that he will never again do a video involving the Host.

He said, very adamantly, this is because the Host is not his character, not an idea that was his to begin with. The only reason he was in MarkiplierTV was as an homage to his past (and he said the same of Ed Edgar). He didn’t say he wouldn’t ever pay homage to him again in a similar way, but he will never make a sketch where the Host is the main character or has any true canon.

And I have 100% respect for that, truly. I’m just making this post to mourn a little, because the concept of the Host is something that really resonated with me– as someone in love with writing and the power words really can have on people.

So, I guess, if you have any parting thoughts for our favorite reality-warping author, you can leave them in a reblog or a note.

Rest in peace, Host. You will be greatly missed and fondly remembered. ❤️

I’m Not A Kid: Part 3 (Final Part)

I’m Not a Kid: Part 3 (Final Part) (m)

Word count: 7.7k

Genre/Warnings: angst, smut, dirty talk

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You finally face Jungkook after he moved away, three years ago.

Parts: one | two (3/3)

It had been three years since you had laid eyes on Jeon Jungkook. Not that you had been keeping count. It was somewhere near almost three. You two were going hot and heavy in secret for two years. Jungkook went to college while working for his father part time. Luckily for you Mr. Jeon had his son working with you most of the time. The two of you actually worked very well together. Then the day came where Jungkook graduated and he came and worked for the company for about half a year but then his dad decided to open, and wanted Jungkook to manage another branch, in another country.

You were devastated to say the least when you had to hear about it from the whole office and not even your boyfriend, Jungkook. Of course you thought the rumors were just that, rumors. But then you had went into Jungkook’s office and he wasn’t there. All of his stuff had been taken out and you just stood there. You remember the feeling so vividly, it made you sick to your stomach. 


You ended up going home early and there he was, on your couch with tear stained cheeks. You have never seen him this vulnerable. The two of you normally were not very sentimental or too open with each other. But there he was, crying on your couch as you made your way over to him. He held you so tightly after he pulled you into his lap. The two of you holding each other so closely while you slow fucked on the couch. You remember how tightly he held onto your hair as he whispered in your ear, that he loved you. That was the first and only time you had heard it. Because after being in sad, sweaty and naked ecstasy- he was gone.

You woke up on the couch with a blanket draped over you and all of his stuff out of your apartment. The two of you didn’t live together but you did miss his toothbrush next to yours and all of his protein powder in your cabinets, among other things. You even missed all the anime on your DVR. You missed him but even more you hated him.

He had never said goodbye or told you he was even leaving in the first place. At least he barely did that one night. You didn’t even know how much time he had left to be with you until you woke up alone. You just wish that you had known or maybe if you were open about your relationship he would still be with you. But you hated yourself for wanting to go back into the past and be with him. 




The first year was the hardest. All you wanted to do was call him or have him call you. But then it finally set in that he had left and you wanted to beat the shit out of him. You wanted him to feel the pain that you felt. You wondered how someone who was so keen on getting you to go out with him in the first place could be such a major ass. If you had stuck with your instincts you would probably be fine, in a better relationship and happy… then again you could’ve ended up with someone like John. The guy that you had ended up leaving at the party when you finally let yourself be with Jungkook.

Maybe this was meant to happen or maybe you were just stupid. Finally around the second year you tried not to think about Jungkook as much. Although it was pretty hard when your boss was his father. After time though you didn’t actually think about him… not that much. Luckily since the man that you once loved, but never told him, father was your boss you knew whenever he would be coming into town.

If you ever figured out that Jungkook was coming back home you went on vacation, on a business trip or just called in sick. You remember in the beginning that Mr. Jeon always told you that Jungkook had asked about you or wondered if you were doing well. Jungkook was also apparently the reason that you got promoted and we’re basically Mr. Jeon’s right hand gal. You had gotten one email from Jungkook giving his congratulations but you deleted it. Maybe it was your petty side but you didn’t want to indulge yourself or parade yourself with questions on whether or not it meant something more.

You got an even bigger office and Claire was also happy to move up as your assistant. She got paid a couple dollars more so she was happy. Work was good, most days. You were making more money and you ended up moving to a bigger and nicer apartment. Mostly because your roommate was getting married. It was hard, you were so used to having someone around all the time and now you were lucky to have her pick up the phone if she wasn’t busy.

It was most times when you were at home, alone. Feeling sorry for yourself or just wanting to know if he was okay that you would end up on Facebook or Instagram or anywhere he posted anything slightly revealing. You would see pictures of him with new friend’s or younger women. It was so hard to look at but you couldn’t help yourself. You tried to put up photos and make statuses just to seem like things were normal in your life. You mostly did it because you wanted him to see that you were fine. Not that you thought he was actually interested in knowing. You were sure he was busy enough with his own life and you should’ve been focusing on yours.

Things did get better with time. You had even dated someone for a little while but it was hard. You really loved being around Sehun but he was so young himself. He got very jealous if you did things without him or just when you were around other men. He was very whiny when you had to stay at work late. He just looked great on your arm and that was what you were focused on. You hated that maybe you weren’t focusing on actually being happy. You had pretty much engulfed yourself in work since Jungkook left so you didn’t really know how to make time for others. You thought he was so beautiful and sweet but you knew it wasn’t going to work out between the two of you and after six months you just had to let him go.

Every once in awhile you would get something from Jungkook. You figured this was when he was feeling lonely or alone like you. After a while you just deleted them or sometimes you kept them just so you could see him. He would send you pictures of himself whether it be his face or his body. He had even sent you two videos over the course of three years. You had never retaliated, too scared that maybe he would never send anything again if he knew you felt the same. Or you were just scared because maybe he wanted to trick you into seeing if you still missed him enough.

One video was of him and his office still wearing his suit while he touched himself. You could hear him grunting as he worked his hand and you would close your eyes and remember what it was like to hear him in you. The other one was last year when you made your and Sehun’s relationship public, changing single to in a relationship. The video was of Jungkook fucking another woman. You remembered the first time you saw, you were angry and sad that he would do something like this. Then again it had been enough time the second time it came around you laughed. Seeing that only made you want to forget him even more.

You figured he was embarrassed with himself because that was the last and final thing he had ever sent you. In a way you were happy but a part of you like getting to see him and his sculpted body. You guess it was just a way that he kept up with you. Even when you were too scared to send anything back. He seemed to be doing well for himself and you respected that. His dad was very proud of him and you were proud of yourself. Even with the help of Jungkook, you were truly paving your way in the business and you were a force to be reckoned with.

By the third year, you really didn’t think about Jungkook much. You were dating here and there. You had ended up going on a couple of dates with one guy that you particularly liked. You spent a lot of time with Jimin and Taehyung. Jimin, being the best and most supportive friend ever. It was very easy to be yourself with him and his fiancé. You ate a meal every Sunday with them and you even went to your yoga classes with Taehyung every Tuesday and Thursday. You had really fallen into a schedule that you enjoyed.

Today was different though, you could feel it in your body that it was different. Your phone had turned off in the middle of the night and you were almost late for work, just starting the day off wrong. A part of you told yourself to just call in but you knew you had a meeting with a big client and you wanted to go ahead and get that over with.

You were in such a rush that as soon as you got into your building was the only time you had to turn your phone back on. When you turned it on you had received multiple texts and calls from Jimin but the slowness of your phone turning on wasn’t helpful and when you finally got to your door, Claire had mentioned someone was in your office waiting for you. You looked at your watch, thinking that your client was slightly early. Rather than having them wait you went straight into your office.

When you walked in and looked at the back of the head sitting in the chair facing wall, you knew exactly what was. You looked down at your phone seeing the text finally was working clearly, pressing on Jimin’s name and reading.

[From: Jimin 8:30 am] He’s here, don’t come.

[From: Jimin 8:45 am] Jungkook randomly showed up.

[From: Jimin 8:54 am] Y/N?

You looked up as Jungkook turned slightly, hearing the door open and close. He stood slowly and smiled as the two of you made eye contact. You were very shaken, not knowing how to feel or what to say so you just stared at him.

“Y/N,” he sing songed, making chills fly up your arms. Wow, you look even more beautiful than I remember.“ Jungkook smiled, standing still but having the strongest urge to go and touch you.

It was silent for a moment but you couldn’t  keep one question in, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“It’s lovely to see you too, darling.” He chuckled and this all just felt like a game to you. It seems like all he wanted to do was screw up what you had worked so hard to keep normal.

“Really, Jungkook. What are you doing here? Normally I know when you’re coming in.” You said you walked over to your desk and put your bag down.

“So that’s why you’re never here when I’m here.” He said with a sigh.

“Do you really think that I want to be here when you’re here and see you? I was hoping I would never see you again.” You huffed as you got your work out of your bag, standing there with your hands placed on your desk as you looked up at him.

“To be fair, I did call and I even stopped by your old building but I was told that you had moved.” Jungkook sat again and you stood there.

“You really came to my old apartment building? Why the hell would you do something like that? Like I would actually want to see you? Like I would want you to just show up?” You looked at him and he looked down at the ground. You were angry, you thought that you had pretty much coming over it but you were very wrong. You could not believe that he was sitting there right in front of you and all your old feelings just came back into play.

It felt unfair that he could just walk in and you were already taken by him. It was like the beginning all over again. You had to pretend to hate him just so your true feelings wouldn’t peek out. “Plus I changed my number. When I broke up with my boyfriend he wouldn’t stop calling and leaving me voice messages of him singing.”

Jungkook looked back up at you and you swallowed. “That’s right, I forgot about your boyfriend.”

“It was almost a year ago, sometimes I forget about him too.”

Jungkook forced a smile as he played with his hands. “I was happy you found someone.”

You stood there for a moment before you started laughing. Jungkook looked up at you, questioning why you were laughing. “Is that why you sent me that video of you and that woman?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes and put a hand through his shiny black hair. “I was jealous, I’m an asshole.”

“Why were you jealous? You left me. You were the one who just walked out. What? You were jealous that you didn’t find your new love first? Because it took me a goddamn long time to trust anyone after that shit that you pulled.” you slammed your fist down onto your desk.


Jungkook bit his lip as he stared at your desk. “No, of course that was not it. It was selfish, I didn’t want you to be with anyone but me.”

You huffed out a laugh once more, “That is the biggest crock of shit I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s true,” Jungkook said standing up and making you lean back as you stared at him for a moment.

“I’ve seen you with plenty of girls.”

“When?” He laughed, “In pictures?” He stared at you for a moment and you just nodded. “It was only a fucking picture that you saw. You have no idea. There were plenty of people who wanted to go home with me but I couldn’t. And maybe if I did go home with someone their name wasn’t the one I was shouting out.”

“Am I supposed to feel sorry for you? You did this to yourself when you left.” You said harshly.

“You think I don’t know that? I was a stupid 23-year-old kid. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. That’s what my mom did, she acted like everything was fine and then she left one day.”

“How did that make you feel when she left? If anything, you should have known that you were upset and sad and you thought about her all the time. That was selfish, you know all about being selfish. I’m supposed to say, poor you because you got to move up and go somewhere else and be surrounded by women who you fucked but got their name wrong? Screw you, Jungkook. You did this to yourself. We both need to get over this bullshit. Besides you’re just going to be going back soon anyway so what’s the point?” You sat down and Jungkook leaned over your desk to get closer to you.

“That’s not true. My dad is opening another branch 45 minutes away from this one. I let my successor take over the other branch and now I will be the head of this new one. I already moved back to the city yesterday.” You felt yourself getting sick to your stomach. “I will be here all week doing some training.”

Suddenly there was a knock at your door and you pushed Jungkook away as you sat. He chuckled to himself, reminiscing the times that you were pushing away while the two of you were in each other’s office and someone knocked or decided to come in.

It was Claire, “Ms. Y/L/N, your client is here to see you. Would you like me to bring him in?” Her eyes shifted between the two of you as she wanted to know what was going on.

“Yes, bring him in. Jungkook was just leaving.” You said and Jungkook nodded.

He started leaving before he turned around and looked at you, “I’m in my old office if you need me.” You just nodded as he left and your client came.


It was so hard for you to focus all week. All you could do was think about the fact that Jungkook was right down the hall. And for some reason all you wanted to do was get up and go see him. You didn’t even know what you wanted to say. You just wanted to look at him. You just wanted to touch him and make sure that he was real. It was crazy to you that maybe just maybe he wanted to be with you again.

During the first couple of days you tried your hardest to stay away from him. Although when you left your door open to get in some fresh air, you would see Jungkook walk by several times and pretend not to look in and see you. It really was like the old days where he would bother Claire to see your schedule and he would sit next to you in meetings.

He didn’t try stuff like he used to, although you could tell he really wanted to. There were some times where out of the corner of your eye, you watched his hand hover to touch you or his mouth would get really close to your ear to whisper something but he would soon back away. Most times he just watched you from afar as you watched him.

He would always be in the elevator with you when you went out to lunch. He’d somehow end up right next to you pressed up against you in his form fitting suit that showed off his figure. Sometimes he would even walk around the office without his jacket on and you could really tell that he had been working out more. You watched as he would make coffee and you could see the outlines of his muscles in his shirt. Pretty much every girl in the office would walk around just to see him in those tight shirts.

Jimin had made fun of him to his face but only was trying to hide the fact that he too thought Jungkook looked good. You tried to ignore that every girl wanted. Especially Claire who was engaged but though Jungkook was trying to win her back like she had even had him in the first place. It was times like these that your pettiness only made you want to fire her just for the stupid things she said.


It was hard, trying to ignore him. But of course since he was back his father and your boss wanted some of that magic that the two of you used to give. ‘You both work so amazing together and I need the best for this account.’ That’s what you remember hearing before you are pushed into your office with Jungkook. You remember seeing Jimin try not to laugh as the door was closed.

Jimin had walked you to your car every day because you had asked. Not wanting someone to persuade you to go home with him. “Do you really need me to walk you to your car? I mean you are a big girl, Y/N.”

“Well, yesterday he asked me if he could come see my new place. So yeah, I do need you to walk me to my car. Because next thing I know I will be on my kitchen counter with my legs above my head while he fucks me. I know myself, Jimin.”

“You think that maybe you need to get it out of your system? I mean he’s only going to be at a firm 45 minutes away. Plus he’s living downtown where you live. Do you think that maybe you just need to just have sex and get it over with and maybe the two of you can move on?”

“You know I am surprised. To think that my best friend wants me to go back into the hands of someone who hurt me so badly.”

“I think you did your fair share to him when you told every girl he was in a picture with for the first year that he had crabs.”

You rolled your eyes, “I was in a state of grief.” Jimin just laughed, “Plus I later apologized… anonymously.”

“This is what I mean. Your whole relationship was very sexually driven. Maybe the two of you just need to fucking talk about your feelings. That’s what Tae and I do.”   

“Could you just tell me more about your sex life and we don’t have to talk about anything else?”

Jimin chuckled as he rubbed your arm. “You’re going to have to talk about it with him. The two of you won’t be able to settle until it’s done.”

“How often do you top?”

“Jesus, goodnight!” Jimin walked away and you laughed. But now here you were in your office with Jungkook, in silence. You didn’t really know what to say but you knew you needed to say something. Jimin was right at least on your behalf. You needed to know why he did the things he did before you can truly get over everything.

“So I got these mock ups and they should be ready tomorrow afternoon. I think everyone is gone for the night,” Jungkook scratched his head. “You probably wants to get out of here. I’m sure you have better things to be doing.”

“This is my work. This is what I need to be doing.” You spoke, watching him as he flipped through the papers and laughed at  what you said.

“That’s just it. You were always so focused on work. I could barely ever get you to do fun things with me.”

“I did plenty of fun things when I could. Work means something to me.”

“I know it does and you’re fucking brilliant at it. I just wish you wouldn’t stress yourself so much. You should get out more, meet people. You remember the first time you gave in to me? When we ended up going to a club and you left that stupid date of yours. What was his name…”

“John.”

Jungkook looked up at you and smiled. “John, that’s right. I remember we ran into him that one night when we went out to eat. I remember him looking at you and talking to you. Sad looking guy.”

“Yeah, and then you took me to your apartment and tied me up. You were so jealous for no reason.”

“I know, it was fun though. One of the best nights of my life. Probably the best sex I ever had too. I just remember you telling me, ‘only you. I only want you.’”

You shifted in your seat uncomfortably. Reminiscing on these memories just made everything feel so real.

“Then again, it’s really hard to choose what the best sex of my life was. I mean anytime I think about it you come to mind. You in general are just the best sex I’ve ever had. That first night in the club,” Jungkook chuckled to himself and shook his head. “I can’t believe you let me fuck you in the bathroom. Then I got to fuck you in your office.”

You felt yourself getting wet so you crossed your legs. Not wanting to show you remembered those nights distinctively as well.

“Then we stayed at work those long hours and I got to fuck you on the kitchen counter in the break room. I even fucked you in my dads office. But my favorite definitely have to be on the photocopier.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that one. “I remember that. I got a really bad cramp in my back.”

You and Jungkook say there and laughed before he spoke again, “We haven’t broken in this newer office…”

You stared at him and for a moment you were baffled that he even said that to you. Then you realized the child that was in front of you. “You’re such a kid. You know sex is all you think about.”

“I’m not a kid and you know it.” Jungkook sat up.

“Why did you leave?” The four words had slipped out. The question you have been dying to know for three years. “Why did you just leave like that? Why didn’t you try with me?” And finally, “Why did you leave me?”

Jungkook saw the sadness and the pain in your eyes. “I knew you would be angry. I didn’t think that you would want to try. I thought you might try to keep me here and I knew you wouldn’t want to go with me.”

“But you didn’t even ask? You thought you knew me so well. Hell, I thought I knew you well. We didn’t know shit about each other. When we fought we just had sex. When we were sad we just had sex. We fixed everything with sex and that’s not a relationship. I thought I knew you but there were times I was in bed with you, I felt like I was in there with a stranger. Sometimes I woke up next to you and I would just feel dirty.”

Jungkook nodded in understanding, “I get that. There were lots of times I just wanted to open up and talk to you but I didn’t want you to think that I was a kid.”

“Jungkook, talking about your feelings does not make you a kid. It makes you human. Feelings are what makes people fall in love. Feelings are what makes people who they are and all I wanted to do was know you.”

“I’m sorry, everything I did was so shitty. All I wanted to do was apologize but you were right. I was just a kid. I didn’t know how to act or what to do. I took the one thing that was good and I fucked it up because that’s what I do. I- I hated myself for hurting you and not talking to you about anything. The first time I came back I came to your office and you weren’t there and my dad said that you had requested to go on a business trip and I thought that it was pretty clear. It was very clear that you didn’t want to see me.”

“Well, what do you expect me to do?”

“No, I don’t blame you.” Jungkook got up and went over to the side of your desk where he had always loved to sit when he would come inside your office to bother you. “I didn’t realize how I was acting and I was so in love with you. I’ve never been in love before and it scared the shit out of me. Like I said good things that happened to me, I fuck them up and I just knew it was going to be sooner or later before I fucked up our relationship. I guess in a way, I thought I was protecting you or saving you from me… but I just hurt us both. When I wanted to fix it you didn’t want to see me and I just took the message.” Jungkook looked at the floor before saying, “I’m sorry. A thousand times, I’m so sorry. I was such a dick and I really did act like a child, especially when I saw that you were happy with someone else. All I wanted to do was make you happy and I just hurt you.”

You swallowed and closed your eyes. Your body was overwhelmed. Even just hearing him say that he was sorry, well, your body wanted to console him. “Thank you, Jungkook.” You looked over at him and he looked at you. “Thank you for saying you’re sorry.”

“I really missed hearing my name come from your beautiful lips.” You looked at your desk and couldn’t help but bite your lip. “Your voice in general… it’s like I’m home.” He smiled and you closed your eyes. “I missed you,” he whispered, leaning closer. “Did you miss me?” You looked up at him and shook your head. He laughed, “No? Okay then, if you want me to I’ll go.”

You looked over his features for a moment and you knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t going to leave, no matter what. “You just want to fuck me?” You asked. “This is going to be completely like it was last time? We know how well that turned out.”

“I don’t think we acted like a couple because we weren’t out in the open like a couple.” He looked at you but you waited for him to finish. “Of course I want us to be different. I still work for my father but I’m not going to work here. I want to be open about this I want to tell people. I want you to be mine and I want to be able to show people that. It was always so hard for me to stay quiet when I saw other people looking at you. I wanted to fight for you and now I can. I love you and not a day goes by that the feeling has changed. We might not have known each other that well before but I want to spend my life getting to know the real you and even the real me. I want you to see me for who I am. I want you to know all of me. I want you to be able to love me.”

“You really want to do this? You could get some backlash-”

“I don’t give a shit about that. You’re what I’ve wanted and what I’ve needed for three years. If you even think about giving me half a shot I’m going to run with it.”

“Fine, it’s what I want as well.” You said and Jungkook excitedly bent down to kiss you but you stopped him. “If we’re going to start over and do this. We’re going to do it right. You’re going to ask me on a date and I’m not gonna put out. I want to learn about you, I want to get to know you. I want to hear stories of you being on the other side of the country. I don’t want to forget our past but I want to make new and better memories.”

Jungkook held out his hand to you and you took it. You both shook on it, “Can I take you out tomorrow?”

“I’ll have to see if my schedule’s not busy.” You laughed and he rolled his eyes.

“You do have to take breaks from work to be with me, okay? You always focused on the work rather than me.”

“It’s a two-way street. We both have to focus on work and we both have to make time for each other. I will try my best.”

“I appreciate that,” you both smiled at each other before suddenly Jungkook sat on your desk closer to you. “So… I really can’t kiss you right now?”

You laughed, pushing him off your desk as you gather your papers and put them in your bag. Walking out, “Goodnight, kid.”



By the third date you hadn’t put out. Of course you didn’t count the fact that Jungkook got so worked up that he ate you out under the table. Saying, 'Fuck dessert, you were always sweeter anyway.’ You ended up waiting until the sixth date. Which surprised you but made it so much more worth it. You really felt like you were getting to know each other and you were content.

You both were making it a point to see each other as well as work. It was delightful to come to each other’s apartment after work with take out or groceries and eat together. You loved to watch Jungkook cook. It was beautiful to be vulnerable with each other and then make love on every surface of the apartment. It was all exciting and for the first time you felt like you truly belonged with someone.

Eight beautiful months had gone by. After three months, just to make sure that you were both serious about each other, Jungkook told his father. His father was confused but delighted. Figuring that, that was the reason why the two of you work so well together. Of course it was just a matter of time before the office found out and Claire had awkwardly congratulated you.

Sometimes for lunch the two of you would meet in the middle of the two offices at a small diner off the interstate. It was those kinds of times that made your relationship special. You still thought that he was so young but it made you feel young as well, at least in some cases. It was nice and it just felt right, being with him. To think, you hated him at first and then you went for another long time hating him. It wasn’t all easy though now that you two were together. There were of course times where the two of you didn’t get along or worked too much and ignored each other but you worked it out. And when you worked it out, most of the time, it ended in amazing sex that came right after. You thought you were never bored of sex with him in the first place and now you knew you never would be.



You two we’re going out to a club, the club where the two of you hooked up for the first time. You went out just to have fun but in the middle of dancing your night was interrupted when Jungkook saw Sehun. He knew the guys face from a mile away since he had stalked your instagram and knew a lot about the two of you. He knew that it was a long time ago but he was very protective of you.

Sehun saw you and came over to you both, talking to you for a minute. Making a joke, you had a thing for younger guys and you laughed. Jungkook on the other hand was not so pleased. “Hey man,” Jungkook started walking towards him but you stopped him.

“Nice seeing you. Have a good night!” You waved while dragging Jungkook out and to the car.

“I don’t see why you dated him.” You went over to your side and got in. You liked riding in Jungkook’s BMW, it was a black convertible and just an exciting car. Always fun to ride in with the top down. The two of you got in and Jungkook started the car, driving off.

“He was cute and young.”

“A kid,” he said as he got into the street.

“You’d know about that.”

“Fuck you,” he laughed.

It was silent for a moment before you spoke. “I met him at a coffee shop. He accidentally knocked my drink out of my hand and paid for me to have another one. It was like a scene out of a movie.”

“Eh, well you didn’t end up with him.”

“Life isn’t a movie. You don’t just end up with one person. Life plays out, it doesn’t just end like a film.”

“I guess you’re right. I just like thinking you’ve ended up with me…” You smiled, thinking the conversation was over but it was far from that. “So, what was he like in bed?”

Your eyes were wide as you looked over at him. His eyes still focused on the road. You shook your head before you smiled, “Boney, but uh- it worked for me.”

“Did it?”

“Yeah, like I was surprised he could handle me on top of him. He’s so thin but he really fucked like a jackhammer.” you laughed, half joking.  

“Watch it,” Jungkook said and you chuckled.

“He was good, you’re good too.” You focused on the road with him.

Jungkook scoffed, “Just good?”

You smirked to yourself, “Well you’ve been awfully busy working lately. Maybe I’ve forgotten…” you said innocently and he quickly looked over at you before pulling off the road and parking the car slightly next to some trees on a side street. You looked around nervously, dropping the act. “What are we doing?”

“Just good? You know you can’t say shit like that to me. You know I’m not gonna be able to wait until we get home to show you that I’m much better than good.”

You giggled, “Come on kid, I want to go home. We can even go to your apartment. You know I was just messing with you.”

“In the backseat.”

“What?” You looked at him, annoyed at the fact his stupid male ego got hurt so quickly.

“Get in the backseat and I’ll show you fucking good,” Jungkook whispered as he moved toward you. “So, get in the back seat. Now.”

You looked him up and down. The tone of his voice made you feel like you were headed to toe 20° hotter. “Yes sir,” you decided to move back there.

“Mh, good girl.” Jungkook slapped your ass with a chuckle, making you jump as you fell back into the backseat.

“I don’t want to get caught by a police officer.”

“Really? Where is my fun girlfriend to doesn’t mind doing it in public places? Remember the time we fucked in Jimin and Taehyung’s bathroom while they were having that party.” Jungkook pulled you onto his waist. “Where’s she?”

“I’m right here,” you said, looking down at him as you started to circle your hips against his as a deep breath came out of him.

“I know you like doing it in public. Don’t try to hide. Plus we’ve never done it like this before. He grabbed your ass and a giggle escaped. "I love your ass. It’s the perfect size for me to just hold and squeeze.” He said as he squeezed it and you moaned as your crotches brushed up against each other over and over. “Let’s get you out of this dress.”

You nodded as he lifted the material over your head. “No bra? Mh, that’s pretty sexy.” He smirked and you took off his shirt.

“I want you out of those pants, come on.” You said and he chuckled. You got off of him and he told you to face you body against the backseat. You did as you were told, letting your heels slip off as Jungkook reached down to help you take off your thong. He made sure his warm strong hands brushed over your sensitive bundle of nerves along with your wet folds, making your body jump.

You slapped his hand and he smiled at you as he then rubbed your wetness as well as his rock hard dick, making your eyes roll back. You had been staring at the veins on his arms which were making your heat wet but this was really kicking it up a notch.

“Y/N, are you ready for me?”

“I think I can handle it,” you said sarcastically.

“If you say so,” Jungkook said as he, no warning, pushed himself inside of you. Making you gasp and yell, “Jungkook!”

“You said you could handle me. Although, sometimes you can barely handle me. Remember that time I fucked you so hard in the shower and it was so hot in there that you passed around and I had to carry you to the bed? Or that time we made love on my dad’s washing machine at that dinner with his friends while they were in the next room. You were trying to be so quiet but failed.”

“Yes,” you whimpered as he was slowly moving inside of you as you got comfortable. He was big but he felt so perfect inside you. Jungkook put one hand around your throat as he picked up the speed, really starting to fuck you doggy style. He brought your body closer to his as you arched yours. “Yes, oh god. That feels so good.” Your hand went to his thigh as you wanted to feel his strong body pounding into yours.

You could feel the car shaking as Jungkook’s grunts and groans were echoing across the vehicle. “You love when I choke you.” You shook your head and he grinned, “You’d let me do anything to you. My baby is such a little slut for me, huh?”

“Watch it,” you copied him from earlier and he chuckled.

“The fact that you’re letting me take you from behind in my car just proves what a dirty girl you are for me. I love it.” He held onto your hips as your body’s moved quickly together. The sound of your skin slapping together filled your ears as you moaned happily. He gave your ass a slap as he licked and bit your shoulder.

“Yes! Right there, right fucking there.”

“Here? Am I hitting that spot inside you, baby? The one that makes you sing so sweetly for me.”

“Yes, Jungkook, yes. Oh my god, fuck. Jesus Christ that’s it. Give it to me, Jungkook. Harder!” you clawed and he tanned skin of his leg.

“Shit, Y/N.”

“Mhh, fuck-” you gasped at how fast his hips were moving. Jungkook was thrusting inside of you so hard you were screaming out for him in the small space of the car. You were grabbing onto the seats and the windows and windshield were fogged up. You reached one hand behind you has it tangled into his beautiful black hair. “Jungkook, Jungkook yes!”

“Fuck, Y/N. Your pussy is always so damn tight. I should fuck you more, harder, huh? You love when you have a strong, young cock inside of you, don’t you? My dirty, Noona. You fucking love it.”

“I do, I do! Jungkook, you feel so good. Please, I’m so close.”

“I bet Sehun never fucked you like this. I bet he never made you feel as good as I did. He didn’t get to love and worship your body like I get to.” Jungkook’s hand gripped one of your breasts and pinched the nipple as the pleasure shot through your body, making you jump and giggle.

“Jungkook, no one has ever made me feel like you do. No one ever will.” Your eyes were closed so you could focus on not coming yet. “You always make me feel so fucking amazing. My body can’t take it. It can’t take all the pleasure.”

Jungkook gave you a couple of particularly hard thrusts. “Fuck, you feel so good.” You tightened around him, knowing how much he loved it and he shouted, pulling your hair and making your head fall back into his shoulder as his other hand was still on your neck, squeezing, sending you closer and closer to the edge. “You’re such a filthy girl for me, letting me take advantage of you like this in the back seat of my car, on the side of the road. You love the way I’m just taking you, right here. The fact that I can’t even wait until we get home. I just had to have you now. You’re my weakness, your just so fucking good. You’re all mine, all mine Y/N.”

“Jungkook, please.” You pleaded.

“What, baby? Let you come? Come all over my hard cock that’s fucking you just how you like? You want to come all over my cock and I’ll come inside this pretty little pussy of yours…”

“Please, come inside me. You know how much I love when you fill me up.” You begged with a moan as his dick twitched inside of you.

“Holy shit, baby. Come for me, come while anyone could see us.” He whispered the last part and you screamed his name as your eyes shut tight. Jungkook released his hand from your throat and he held onto you tightly, coming inside of you. His moans and grunts making your body shake as you both collapsed in bliss.

It took a moment for the two of you to finally get enough energy to set up in the backseat and grab your clothes. You both looked at each other and giggled as you could have fallen asleep right then and there. 


“Did that do it for you?” He asked as the two of you got dressed in the backseat.

“You always do it for me. You know that I love you. I’m in a constant state of euphoria with you.”

“Sometimes it amazes me that you do. I always loved to annoy you.”

“Yeah, you definitely were annoying but you were what I needed. I think I was what you needed. So I am happy that one night that I gave into you and went to the club. But I’m even happier that we kind of got a second chance.” You smiled as he buttoned his shirt.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Plus who am I supposed to keep it spicy in the bedroom with now that I’m really getting old.”

“Trust me, you’ll always have me to make you feel young.” Jungkook said and you laughed. He sang your name as he got in the front seat and started the car once again and you smiled to yourself. Never in your life you thought that the annoying kid that followed you around, singing your name. Or asked you out on a date at least once a day, was going to be the person you probably would spend the rest of your life with. And while life wasn’t a movie you were definitely ready to see where this one goes.

Neymar playing with little kids on the field after his training with Brasil. The father of one of the boys wrote the following with the video. | 27.03.17

“They [the kids] had already taken multiplayer photos. Dream accomplished. Then Neymar arrived.
They at the height of the excitement asked: “Neymar, do you play football with us?”
I replied: “No, now he’s going to rest because tomorrow he has a game. Another thing, I remember what we agreed on was, if you enter the field uncle (security) will drive everybody out.”
Then Neymar turns and says: “You want to play football?”
They respond: “Siiiiiiiimmm”.
Neymar: “Then come!”

There, their lives will never be the same again” 

anonymous asked:

do you know of any fics based on the g.c.f. in tokyo video? i'm still not over it.

are any of us ever going to truly be over it? the answer is no, we will never be the same again. but of course i know fics based on/inspired by their trip! but there needs to be 29835209 more tbh

won’t let go of you for nothing by littlejeons

from busan to tokyo by cypherkooks

G.C.F. in Tokyo by feelikeforever

rose gold comfort by ziontea

Just to Keep My Hands On You by Charmander

Closer to Perfection by thejiminsmolder

G.C.F: Guk’s Companion (Favourite) by jeonify

Enjoy! <3

“What’s this?” Kent asked as he bent down the retrieve the mouse toy Kit had dropped his feet.

Kit stood proudly in front of her prize, waiting for his reaction.

“Thanks, Princess,” he said, giving her a quick rub on her head before he dropped his heavy bag by the door and headed to his bathroom. She could hear the shower turn on and the beginning, telltale sniffs of crying.

Kit pawed uselessly at his door in frustration. The toy was supposed to cheer Kent up, a sign of Kit’s willingness to share her worldly goods with him. Jinx had assured that it would work.

She laid down in front of the bathroom door, waiting for Kent to be finished. Absentmindedly, she groomed a paw while she cycled through a list of other things try next.

The fact was this: Kent was sad again.

Kit had started noticing it about three weeks ago, ever since Kent had come home after one of his away games. She hadn’t seen him so depressed in a long time. Lines of fatigue appeared on his face from sleepless nights and she could hear him sniffling quietly when he was alone.

She’d shared her concerns with the cat from upstairs, a persnickety tuxedo who lived on the floor above, when they met for their weekly session on the fire escape.

“Did he talk to his ex-boyfriend? That always makes my human cry,” Jinx asked.

“I don’t think so…” Kit hesitated. “No one has come over in a long time,” she had added.

“Yeah, but has he been spending more time on the computer? My human Facebook stalks her ex all the time.”

“What’s Facebook?”

“Never mind.” Jinx waved a paw dismissively. “Has he been on his phone or computer more than usual lately?”

“Well,” Kit said slowly.  “He’s been watching videos and it’s always the same human in them. He’s usually cooking something in them.” She paused to search her mind for the correct word. “Pies.”

“Maybe, he’s hungry,” Jinx offered with a shrug. “Or, he’s bored. Bring him a toy.”

Jinx hadn’t been much help, but then again, he wasn’t as smart as he liked to believe. Kit didn’t know what she’d expected, but nonetheless, she tried to bring Kent various things in hopes that something would make him feel better. Each time, the reaction was always the same: a pat on the head and a smile that never reached his eyes.

The sound of the water shutting off interrupted Kit’s thoughts as she perked up in anticipation. She followed Kent from the bathroom to where he flopped on the couch and started to flip through the channels. She jumped up, half-landing on Kent who winced.

Kit settled into the spot by his chest and it wasn’t long before Kent started scratching behind her ears. She was warm and content for a while, half-falling asleep with the low sound of the television in the background. 

Before she drifted off, she heard Kent quietly whisper, “Thanks, Princess.”

The Breeding Programme Part Three

Part One

Part Two

Six weeks after the baby was born, her body felt almost normal again, she was medically cleared and was still being milked eight times a day, her breasts able to produce over three pints in twenty four hours. Whatever was needed for the child was sent on, the rest was sold. Two more of the girls had birthed and Poppet was on bed rest with the twins. Bored, she sat in the common area looking at a book she had found when she heard screaming from one of the rooms, she looked out to see Sergei coming out of a room that used belong to the Bitch with his hand to his forehead, stemming blood. The pair exchanged glances for a moment before she turned and boredly went back into the kitchenette. She was making a cup of tea when she felt her skirt being raised. ‘You are for breeding again soon,’ she frowned and looked at the woman behind her, she had not expected to see the Queen. ‘You made us ten million on that baby, I want more, immediately.’

‘I…we get time off I thought between, to recover.’

‘Not you, you are too perfect, besides, with you in service, my men are better behaved.’ She frowned, causing the older woman to put her index under her chin and cause her to look her in the eye. ‘You think I don’t know that you have fucked every man here, though I am curious, you seem to be willing towards other things too.’ she grinned slyly. ‘Your next ovulation, you are for service again.’ she informed her before walking off. Upset, she left the common area and went to her room.

Later that afternoon, she was brought to the examination room and checked. ‘She is starting actually.’ Samantha informed them. ‘The drugs are working well.’

‘Good. when will she most fertile?’

‘Tomorrow, the cervix is not ripened fully.’ She pointed to something on the screen.

‘Ready her.’ the woman ordered, leaving the room.

Disheartened, she lay on the examination table and did nothing as the machine was strapped to her and turned on. She did everything in her power not to orgasm, but it was futile, the machine was too accurate. By the time her time was up, she was dopey and drooling again.

The next day, she was brought to the table and tied down, something that shocked her slightly. When the Queen came in, she grinned. ‘Leave us.’ the men left and she walked over and held the wand in her hand. ‘Here we go, you were an Actuary girl, right, you know the value of ten million pounds. Allowing that womb of yours to waste a good egg would be criminal.’ she pressed the wand to her and watched as she tried and failed to fight it. By the third orgasm, she was quivering. The Queen then began to play with her breasts, causing her to leak since she was still lactating from the last child, the money she was earning them from her milk was too good to stop. With her increased sensitivity, she moaned. By the end of the fifteen minutes, the Queen had her squirming and shivering. When she removed the wand, the Queen pulled back and walked over the table next to them, pulling out everything needed including the pre-filled dildo and pulled up her skirt, connecting to a harness she had placed on herself. She stood between her legs and entered her. ‘Kitten, you are a little cock slut, aren’t you?’ She laughed as her legs pulled her in more. She fucked her for a minute, waiting for her to come to peak once more before pressing the release button on the dildo and filling her again with cum. ‘Good girl, Kitten.’ She sighed as the rubber cock was pulled out of her. ‘Have you ever eaten pussy?’ She nodded. The woman got on the examination table over her, squatting her own cunt into her face. ‘Come on then.’

*

It began again soon after, the no-show of a period, then nausea and tiredness. She did nothing but lie around most of the time when she was allowed. When she reached the second trimester, her life became busier. Every so often, the Queen would demand she eat her out, claiming she did it better than any man, while she did that, Boss fucked her from behind. On the days Boss or Queen did not fuck her, the rest of the staff did, all the while her stomach grew even faster than her first pregnancy. Even before the confirmation of twins, she knew she was having two, everything felt twice as strong as the first pregnancy. The entirety of her time was fucking, sleeping and eating for her. There was not a day she was not on her knees with at least two cocks in her. She recalled the day Bitch had been double stuffed. She had since been given similar treatment and loved every moment of it, she was twice as sick and twice as big with the twins, but so too was she twice as horny. She heard the Queen talking one day, the twins were to be sold as a set. According to the girls that was unheard of, a woman from Australia she was offering twenty-five for the two and further business. It made her feel something akin to happy to know they would have each other as they moved around in her.

She again came to the final semester. To say she was incredibly big was being polite, she was enormous and on bed rest. The irritability occurred again also, but more prepared for it, Poppet still came to see her. Her twins long born and sent off.

‘I am up for service again, my last one.’

‘What age are you?’

‘I’m not sure actually, I don’t know what day I came here or what day it is now, so I can’t tell.’ Poppet shrugged, seemingly unbothered by it. ‘What about you?’

‘Twenty-four, I think. I was twenty-three when I came.’

‘You’re older than most of us when we arrived, but they wanted you for demeanour.’

‘So I have been told.’ she growled.

‘You’re getting close again, you are getting more cranky.’ She glared at Poppet, who laughed as a result. ‘Point and case.’

‘I want them out.’ She scoffed.

‘You can’t yet. They’ll be keeping those two inside you as long as possible.’

‘How do you know so much?’

Poppet shrugged, ‘I’m head girl, someone needs to know what is going on, we need to look after each other.’

‘So you are their eyes when they are not around, and you get extra treats for it?’

‘Yes, and I am going to get a good man to look after me afterwards.’ she stated. ‘I won’t apologise for looking after myself, Kitten. I have one left, after that, I am out of here, you better believe I am going to make sure I am given a good life and not tossed out like the Bitch, you know what they did to her, I heard the guys laughing.’ She said nothing, she had heard too, they fucked her into labour, fucked her through labour, as soon as she pushed out the baby, they started fucking her again, she was pregnant again in weeks, doing the exact same to her, apparently there was videos of it. ‘You never fought, you could have and didn’t and you judge me for making the best of this.’

‘I am judging.’

‘It feels like you are.’

‘I’m not.’ She snapped. ‘I am tired, on bedrest, my back is killing me and I want to be fucked eight ways to next Friday, I couldn’t give a fuck what you do to get through this shithole.’

Poppet said nothing for a moment in shock of what she said before getting to her feet and leaving.

*

She worried what the ramifications for what she said would be. When the door opened a time later, she sighed. ‘Poppet?’

‘Wrong, Kitten,’ she jumped to see the Boss looking at her, her breathing increased and she tried to sit up. ‘Stop it, Kitten, you need to rest.’ the boss ordered, looking at her stomach, which was bigger than before.

‘I…where’s Poppet?’

‘Why?’

‘We were talking and she left.’

‘She has been away for over an hour.’ The Boss commented.

‘I thought she was coming back.’

‘Poppet is getting ready for her last round, Kitten, she will not be coming back today.’ He informed her. ‘She did mention, however, that you are very frustrated.’

‘Well it is frustrating, I want them out.’

‘They are too young, Kitten.’ Boss stroked her stomach, ‘They need to be in there a little longer.’

‘Fuck me, please.’

‘I can’t Kitten, you are very much on bedrest, you have to wait.’

‘Please, help me.’

‘I know, my beautiful girl,’ he rubbed where a baby had kicked. ‘But everything has to stay as it is, for now. Soon enough, they’ll be born.’

‘And I am forced to do this again?’

‘For a few years.’ he nodded. ‘Then you’re mine.’

‘Why?’

‘I want a well-read, young and beautiful woman to show off.’

‘But I’ll be destroyed…my…’

‘You will be no such thing, after you are done here, you will have a year or two off, you will only be around thirty five, you will get yourself rested and after that…I am going to fuck my children into you.’ She whimpered, trying not to show her horror at the idea. ‘And when I do, there’ll be no one looking for them in the end, no one telling us the rules, the day after you have them, if we feel like fucking again, I will fuck you again.’ He smiled, looking at her stomach. ‘Every man deserves a woman that is suitable, you are very much so, look at you, so perfect.’ he eyed her leaking breasts, ‘you were so good with one, what will you be like with two?’ he grinned. He stood tall again. ‘I will check in on you again soon, Kitten, I need to speak with the Queen for a while.’

She said nothing but bit her lips together. She had seen his cock straining in his pants, part of her was repulsed by his plans, the other part was envious, she was in dire need of relieving the incredible itch between her legs.

*

Two days later, her backache worsened. Her irritated state meant few came in to keep her company. When she felt the same twinges that woke her when she went into labour first, she began to panic. At only thirty one weeks, she had heard Samantha say that the babies’ lungs were not yet fully formed. ‘Shit.’ she gasped. As soon as the contraction ended, she forced herself to her feet, she had been on bedrest for a month, her stomach had increased in size since then, as soon as she put weight on her legs she groaned, she could feel a head engaged at the top of the cervix, readying for her to progress more. ‘Not yet.’ she groaned as she slowly made her way to the door. With one hand on the wall, she made her way down the hall.

‘Help me, please.’ she paused when she heard someone banging on a door. ‘No!’ she heard the girl scream, ‘No.’

‘Shut it.’

She knew that voice. ‘Sergei?’ she walked a bit forward when she got to the door, she banged her open hand against it, ‘Please Sergei.’

A moment later, Sergei opened it, looking at here in shock. ‘Kitten, get back to bed.’

‘They’re coming.’

‘Shit.’ Matthews’ voice came from the room. ‘Thomas, call the boss, I’ll deal with this one. Sergei, get her to the examination room, now.’

‘You’re sure, Kitten?’ She nodded, as though planned, the next contraction came. ‘Breath, good girl, breathe Kitten.’ he stayed calm.

‘She’s too early.’ Thomas commented as he passed by to do what was needed.

‘Help me, please.’ She looked in at the terrified restrained girl in the barren room. ‘Do something.’

Matthews and Sergei watched as she looked at the struggling girl and her room. She remembered when her room was nothing more than a box to sleep in and a bucket, it was a far cry from that now; she even had a bookshelf and was given weekly and monthly high brow magazines as well as several books, rotated at her request. ‘Sit down, shut up, and do what you’re told, it’s the only help you need here.’ She stated, taking hold of Sergei’s arm.

‘Good girl, Kitten.’ he praised as he helped her along the hallway to the medical room. When she got there, she made her way straight to the examination table and got onto it with some assistance. ‘Breathe Kitten.’ Sergei ordered.

‘What happens if I lose them?’

‘You will do no such thing,’ he dismissed.

‘If I…’

‘Kitten, you are not going to lose them.’ She looked to the door to see the Boss and the Queen rushing in. The boss going to her and pulling back her hair from her face, ‘Are you sure, you are not overly used to these things yet.’

‘It…’ she gritted her teeth as another one came.

‘Eleven minutes.’ Sergei commented, checking his watch. The Boss touched her stomach and swore.

‘Okay, get the Terbutaline,’ The Queen ordered. ‘It is not world ending, but we’ll keep them in longer if we can.’

She was given an injection and her stomach was hooked up to a machine, a few hours later, there was a sigh of relief, she had been without a contraction with an hour. ‘Good girl, Kitten.’ The Boss patted her head, ‘See, there they are.’ he pointed to the two heart rates on one screen, separate to her own. She nodded slightly. ‘They are healthy and happy, I told you that you would not lose them. Let’s get you back to bed.’ Worried but unable to argue, she was wheeled through the hall, jumping slightly when another door started to be banged on, the occupant swearing abuse loudly. ‘Remember when you came Kitten, not once did you fight, you just accepted and life was so easy for you, you began your rewards the first day.’ he smiled. ‘These girls are not near as intelligent as you.’

‘Why have them so?’

‘They have the appearance needed.’ he explained. ‘You, as beautiful as you are, are of such rare temperament, that was why we had to have you, born to bear children, the perfect temperament, the boy, he is a dream for his mother, she is elated.’ she had no idea why he was telling her this. ‘These two, their mother is emailing for updates daily, excited for them, that is your doing Kitten.’ she said nothing, she didn’t really care, she only wanted them to stay where they needed until needed, lest she be blamed for anything that went wrong. She was gently put back into her own bed, a small remote was handed to her, which made her frown. ‘This is for if you need anything, Kitten, press this,’ the boss pointed to a green button, ‘and one of the boys will come running. Press this.’ he indicated to a red button, ‘and we will have Samantha come, alright?’ she nodded. ‘That’s my girl, so willing to please.’ he kissed her and left, leaving her to stay staring at a wall.

*

For weeks  she endured daily checks and minimal moving before her patience finally snapped. At thirty six weeks, she was deemed safe, and worried that her current state would impede the birth, she gently sat up before slowly getting to her feet. She could feel the baby very much engaged, ready to be born and as she rose to her feet, she felt the pressure even more. Slowly she moved around, forcing her muscles to move. It was tiring, but she rather it like that, her body was bored of remaining still, at least now when she was resting, she felt she had a reason to rest. She made sure not to do it at a time she would be likely to be interrupted.

The injections ceased, meaning they were willing to let her go naturally, but now they were allowed come, the twins seemed happier to remain where they were. After three days of the new situation, the twins were still no closer to showing themselves, even though she could clearly feel one putting pressure on her cervix from within her womb.

‘Still nothing?’ Sergei asked as he walked in with her breakfast, he was shocked to see her out of the bed and holding onto a wall on the far side of the room. ‘Kitten, what are you doing out of bed?’

‘I am trying to get these pests out of me.’ She growled. ‘First, they want to come when they are not allowed, now they won’t come at all. What sort of behaviour is that?’

Sergei chuckled, ‘Perhaps they are little jokers.’

‘I blame the boy.’ she growled, causing Sergei to laugh louder as he helped her back to the bed to eat her meal. ‘Stop laughing at me.’

‘You are more grizzly than yesterday, they’ll be here soon.’

‘How am I to do two, I was exhausted after one.’ she sighed.

‘You will manage it, wait and see.’ he stated as she got back into the bed. ‘Those hips can take it.’

‘’You are no help.’

‘What do you expect, I am not a doctor.’

‘How many girls have had how many babies here?’

‘I have lost count.’

‘So you know something.’

‘I do, I know you are going to go soon because you are getting more pissed off.’

‘Fuck you.’

‘Point and case.’ Sergei chuckled, use to her aggravation.

‘You have a filthy mouth on you, Kitten.’ She glared at the Boss when he came in. ‘Do you know where I was today? Your old job.’ she stared at him, nostrils flared. ‘Before you ask, no they never mentioned you, but I thought you would like to know, you were replaced, but the dullest middle-aged hag I have ever met. Honestly Kitten, you would have turned into that, but look at you now.’ he looked at her stomach, which was, in her opinion, fit to burst. ‘You are worth a fortune.’ she gave him a glare. ‘The more you earn, the more you are spoiled when you leave. When you leave here, you will only have the best of everything.’ that caused her to frown. ‘Poppet is going to a man worth half a billion, think of everything she’ll have, she will never want for anything. You will go to me, and you know what I have.’

She said nothing, she had seen his accounts, and she knew from the illegal nature of what he was involved in here, he had more offshore too. She just remained sitting up, looking at the food on the plate.

‘Sergei, number 4 needs readying, ten minutes.’ the Russian nodded and left, leaving the pair alone. ‘You know, when you are begging me for my cock, you are the most willing little cum bucket, but I sense that behind it all, you are not overly pleased with me taking a liking to you.’ she said nothing, she knew to say anything could get her privileges revoked. ‘Kitten?’ she looked at him. ‘It is rude to not answer someone when they speak to you.’

‘You made a statement Sir, you did not ask a question, I was not aware I was to answer, I’m sorry.’ she stated meekly, hoping to cause him to not get angry.

He looked at her for a moment before chuckling and grinning, ‘My smart little Kitten, you know better than to be a bold girl.’ He pulled her off the bed and turned her around, his teeth grazing her ear as he ground his cock against her ass. ‘How much do you want me to fuck you?’ In truth, that day she wasn’t particularly horny, or so she thought, as soon as he toyed with her clit, she moaned. ‘Kitten?’

‘Very much Sir.’

He lifted her skirt and pushed into her, her body willingly accepting him and he fucked her roughly. ‘You’re softening, you’ll be there soon my beautiful Kitten.’ he stated as he continued to find his release as she found hers. ‘When this is done, wait and see, you will learn to love your life, you will have everything you could want or need, I will even let you have your own little life, wait and see.’ he groaned as he finished in her, pushing in as far as he could, causing her to gasp slightly, the head of his cock pressing against her cervix.

‘Ow, get out.’ she pushed him back and leant over in pain.

‘Kitten.’ his tone told her it was a warning.

‘You hurt me.’ she looked at him, a look of betrayal in her features.

‘I did not intend to Kitten, I apologise.’ his touch was gentle on her, but she shied from it. ‘My poor Kitten.’

Her nose twitched and her jaw clenched, she wanted nothing more to spit words of anger and disgust at him, but she knew it would only lead to suffering, so she swallowed her anger and lifted her head, tears unshed. ‘Thank you, Sir.’

‘Such a good girl.’ he patted her belly. ‘So good of you to give us two at once, and opposite genders, twenty-five million, a scary thought for you, no doubt, that one pregnancy is worth that much.’ She looked down, her stretched stomach below her, barely able to contain the lives within. ‘It will be our turn, after a while, a little one that you can keep, you will carry it. I cannot wait to fuck it into you, we will use some of these drugs from here, who knows, we may even have two at once.’ she baulked internally. ‘Until then, eat your dinner.’ he brought the food over to her.

*

It started not long after the Boss left, her plug came out as a result of the force he used, the next day, her waters broke before she ever felt a contraction. They were dull pains when they arrived, she found moving around helped her deal with them. When she was five minutes apart, she used the button to call the guys. Sergei and Matthews relayed the message and she was checked, six centimetres gone and still feeling fresh enough to pace through contractions.

When the Boss came to check on her a small while later, she was holding onto the sink in the room, breathing through a contraction. She did not notice him until he pressed into her sore pussy. ‘Hello, Kitten.’

‘Please not there.’

‘I want to fuck you, so I will fuck you, am I understood?’ he growled.

‘But I want to push.’ She whined as she felt the pressure building and the first baby’s head pressing down.

‘Then push,’ he moaned, loving the feel of her body trying to do something so natural around him, her walls were not tight, but the sheer thought of what she was doing turned him on more.

She bore down as finally, the urge to push was greater than her ability to fight it, he held her stomach and slipped one hand down to her clit, playing with it as she breathed and panted through the contraction. When it subsided and she realised what he was doing, she whimpered, wondering if she would get any reprieve. The answer was no. He brought her to orgasm with the help of another contraction, the force of her body clamping down caused the baby to begin its way through the birth canal. ‘Shit, get out, it’s coming.’ she whined, the pain causing her to shake.

‘You’re alright Kitten, I have you.’ He smiled, gently pulling out and getting her to her bed. ‘You just push out that little one.’

She crashed her head back against the pillow in anguish as she felt the next contraction hit. She inhaled and pushed into it. ‘FUCK!’ she shrieked as she felt something against her. Looking down, she realised the boss had put the wand to her clit. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ she cried as the pain and pleasure mixed and she orgasmed through the contraction.

‘Good girl.’ The Boss grinned. ‘So, how do you actually feel about me?’ he grinned.

‘Please Sir, please,’ she whined, realising that as humiliating as it was, the wand helped the pain of pushing a baby out of her.

‘’You’ll be my lovely girl, won’t you?’

‘Yes, yes I will.’ She cried as she felt the head push further through the birth canal. ‘Please.’ he pressed it to her and helped her through the next contraction. She clenched her teeth and pushed as best she could. It continued until the baby was out of her, it’s cries filling the room. When the boss put it on her chest, she wanted to throw it off, she wanted nothing to do with it.

‘Kitten, you have to keep him there until I cut this.’ The boss ordered as he cut the umbilical cord before taking away the baby again. She watched as he brought it to the hallway and walked in again. ‘Good girl, you will get used to them.’ he smiled, looking between her legs to see the afterbirth come out. ‘Finally.’ he pulled her to him and fucked her. ‘May as well do something while we are waiting for the other one to come along.’

She lay staring at the ceiling, hating the fact she was alive, hating that as the next contraction hit, he had her come and came in her, hating that as much as she wanted to be elsewhere, she was grateful for her situation at present, because the wand made it easier.

As soon as the boy was discovered, the rest of the staff rushed in to help deliver his sister. She pushed her way through the second child as she had the first, swiftly and with more ease than she assumed she would. She crowned within two contractions and made short work of the rest of her, as she was petite. With both twins gone, she was left to rest, exhausted after her work. When the Queen and the Boss looked at her after everything was tidied, she just looked at them pleadingly. ‘Three months, please, just three months.’ she begged, knowing better than to ask for more.

The Boss looking to the Queen, who pursed her lips before nodding. ‘Three months, but you milk through it and no fun.’She nodded wearily. ‘That last part was not for you.’ she turned her eye to the Boss. ‘You could have cost us one.’

‘The boy was fine and she had a few minutes before the girl engaged.’ He grinned.

‘You know, considering my position here, what does it say when I call you a sick bastard?’ She scoffed. ‘I mean it, leave her alone. If you cost us a year with your brat…’

‘Not yet.’ He winked. ‘Not yet.’

Six weeks after the baby was born, her body felt almost normal again, she was medically cleared and was still being milked eight times a day, her breasts able to produce over three pints in twenty four hours. Whatever was needed for the child was sent on, the rest was sold. Two more of the girls had birthed and Poppet was on bed rest with the twins. Bored, she sat in the common area looking at a book she had found when she heard screaming from one of the rooms, she looked out to see Sergei coming out of a room that used belong to the Bitch with his hand to his forehead, stemming blood. The pair exchanged glances for a moment before she turned and boredly went back into the kitchenette. She was making a cup of tea when she felt her skirt being raised. ‘You are for breeding again soon,’ she frowned and looked at the woman behind her, she had not expected to see the Queen. ‘You made us ten million on that baby, I want more, immediately.’

 

‘I…we get time off I thought between, to recover.’

 

‘Not you, you are too perfect, besides, with you in service, my men are better behaved.’ She frowned, causing the older woman to put her index under her chin and cause her to look her in the eye. ‘You think I don’t know that you have fucked every man here, though I am curious, you seem to be willing towards other things too.’ she grinned slyly. ‘Your next ovulation, you are for service again.’ she informed her before walking off. Upset, she left the common area and went to her room.

 

Later that afternoon, she was brought to the examination room and checked. ‘She is starting actually.’ Samantha informed them. ‘The drugs are working well.’

 

‘Good. when will she most fertile?’

 

‘Tomorrow, the cervix is not ripened fully.’ She pointed to something on the screen.

 

‘Ready her.’ the woman ordered, leaving the room.

 

Disheartened, she lay on the examination table and did nothing as the machine was strapped to her and turned on. She did everything in her power not to orgasm, but it was futile, the machine was too accurate. By the time her time was up, she was dopey and drooling again.

 

The next day, she was brought to the table and tied down, something that shocked her slightly. When the Queen came in, she grinned. ‘Leave us.’ the men left and she walked over and held the wand in her hand. ‘Here we go, you were an Actuary girl, right, you know the value of ten million pounds. Allowing that womb of yours to waste a good egg would be criminal.’ she pressed the wand to her and watched as she tried and failed to fight it. By the third orgasm, she was quivering. The Queen then began to play with her breasts, causing her to leak since she was still lactating from the last child, the money she was earning them from her milk was too good to stop. With her increased sensitivity, she moaned. By the end of the fifteen minutes, the Queen had her squirming and shivering. When she removed the wand, the Queen pulled back and walked over the table next to them, pulling out everything needed including the pre-filled dildo and pulled up her skirt, connecting to to a harness she had placed on herself. She stood between her legs and entered her. ‘Kitten, you are a little cock slut, aren’t you?’ She laughed as her legs pulled her in more. She fucked her for a minute, waiting for her to come to peak once more before pressing the release button on the dildo and filling her again with cum. ‘Good girl, Kitten.’ She sighed as the rubber cock was pulled out of her. ‘Have you ever eaten pussy?’ She nodded. The woman got on the examination table over her, squatting her own cunt into her face. ‘Come on then.’

 

*

 

It began again soon after, the no show of a period, then the nausea and tiredness. She did nothing but lie around most of the time when she was allowed. When she reached the second trimester, her life became busier. Every so often, the Queen would demand she eat her out, claiming she did it better than any man, while she did that, Boss fucked her from behind. On the days Boss or Queen did not fuck her, the rest of the staff did, all the while her stomach grew even faster than her first pregnancy. Even before the confirmation of twins, she knew she was having two, everything felt twice as strong as the first pregnancy. The entirety of her time was fucking, sleeping and eating for her. There was not a day she was not on her knees with at least two cocks in her. She recalled the day Bitch had been double stuffed. She had since been given similar treatment and loved every moment of it, she was twice as sick and twice as big with the twins, but so too was she twice as horny. She heard the Queen talking one day, the twins were to be sold as a set. According to the girls that was unheard of, a woman from Australia she was offering twenty five for the two and further business. It made her feel something akin to happy to know they would have each other as they moved around in her.

 

She again came to the final semester. To say she was incredibly big was being polite, she was enormous and on bed rest. The irritability occurred again also, but more prepared for it, Poppet still came to see her. Her twins long born and sent off.

 

‘I am up for service again, my last one.’

 

‘What age are you?’

 

‘I’m not sure actually, I don’t know what day I came here or what day it is now, so I can’t tell.’ Poppet shrugged, seemingly unbothered by it. ‘What about you?’

 

‘Twenty-four, I think. I was twenty-three when I came.’

 

‘You’re older than most of us when we arrived, but they wanted you for demeanour.’

 

‘So I have been told.’ she growled.

 

‘You’re getting close again, you are getting more cranky.’ She glared at Poppet, whom laughed as a result. ‘Point and case.’

 

‘I want them out.’ She scoffed.

 

‘You can’t yet. They’ll be keeping those two inside you as long as possible.’

 

‘How do you know so much?’

 

Poppet shrugged, ‘I’m head girl, someone needs to know what is going on, we need to look after each other.’

 

‘So you are their eyes when they are not around, and you get extra treats for it?’

 

‘Yes, and I am going to get a good man to look after me afterwards.’ she stated. ‘I won’t apologise for looking after myself, Kitten. I have one left, after that, I am out of here, you better believe I am going to make sure I am given a good life and not tossed out like the Bitch, you know what they did to her, I heard the guys laughing.’ She said nothing, she had heard too, they fucked her into labour, fucked her through labour, as soon as she pushed out the baby, they started fucking her again, she was pregnant again in weeks, doing the exact same to her, apparently there was videos of it. ‘You never fought, you could have and didn’t and you judge me for making the best of this.’

 

‘I am judging.’

 

‘It feels like you are.’

 

‘I’m not.’ She snapped. ‘I am tired, on bedrest, my back is killing me and I want to be fucked eight ways to next Friday, I couldn’t give a fuck what you do to get through this shithole.’

 

Poppet said nothing for a moment in shock of what she said before getting to her feet and leaving.



*

 

She worried what the ramifications for what she said would be. When the door opened a time later, she sighed. ‘Poppet?’

 

‘Wrong, Kitten,’ she jumped to see the Boss looking at her, her breathing increased and she tried to sit up. ‘Stop it, Kitten, you need to rest.’ the boss ordered, looking at her stomach, which was bigger than before.

 

‘I…where’s Poppet?’

 

‘Why?’

 

‘We were talking and she left.’

 

‘She has been away for over an hour.’ The Boss commented.

 

‘I thought she was coming back.’

 

‘Poppet is getting ready for her last round, Kitten, she will not be coming back today.’ He informed her. ‘She did mention however, that you are very frustrated.’

 

‘Well it is frustrating, I want them out.’

 

‘They are too young, Kitten.’ Boss stroked her stomach, ‘They need to be in there a little longer.’

 

‘Fuck me, please.’

 

‘I can’t Kitten, you are very much on bedrest, you have to wait.’

 

‘Please, help me.’

 

‘I know, my beautiful girl,’ he rubbed where a baby had kicked. ‘But everything has to stay as it is, for now. Soon enough, they’ll be born.’

 

‘And I am forced to do this again?’

 

‘For a few years.’ he nodded. ‘Then you’re mine.’

 

‘Why?’

 

‘I want a well read, young and beautiful woman to show off.’

 

‘But I’ll be destroyed…my…’

 

‘You will be no such thing, after you are done here, you will have a year or two off, you will only be around thirty five, you will get yourself rested and after that…I am going to fuck my children into you.’ She whimpered, trying not to show her horror at the idea. ‘And when I do, there’ll be no one looking for them in the end, no one telling us the rules, the day after you have them, if we feel like fucking again, I will fuck you again.’ He smiled, looking at her stomach. ‘Every man deserves a woman that is suitable, you are very much so, look at you, so perfect.’ he eyed her leaking breasts, ‘you were so good with one, what will you be like with two?’ he grinned. He stood tall again. ‘I will check in on you again soon, Kitten, I need to speak with the Queen for a while.’

 

She said nothing, but bit her lips together. She had seen his cock straining in his pants, part of her was repulsed by his plans, the other part was envious, she was in dire need of relieving the incredible itch between her legs.

 

*

 

Two days later, her backache worsened. Her irritated state meant few came in to keep her company. When she felt the same twinges that woke her when she went into labour first, she began to panic. At only thirty one weeks, she had heard Samantha say that the babies’ lungs were not yet fully formed. ‘Shit.’ she gasped. As soon as the contraction ended, she forced herself to her feet, she had been on bedrest for a month, her stomach had increased in size since then, as soon as she put weight on her legs she groaned, she could feel a head engaged at the top of the cervix, readying for her to progress more. ‘Not yet.’ she groaned as she slowly made her way to the door. With one hand on the wall, she made her way down the hall.

 

‘Help me, please.’ she paused when she heard someone banging on a door. ‘No!’ she heard the girl scream, ‘No.’

 

‘Shut it.’

 

She knew that voice. ‘Sergei?’ she walked a bit forward, when she got to the door, she banged her open hand against it, ‘Please Sergei.’

 

A moment later, Sergei opened it, looking at here in shock. ‘Kitten, get back to bed.’

 

‘They’re coming.’

 

‘Shit.’ Matthews voice came from the room. ‘Thomas, call the boss, I’ll deal with this one. Sergei, get her to the examination room, now.’

 

‘You’re sure, Kitten?’ She nodded, as though planned, the next contraction came. ‘Breath, good girl, breathe Kitten.’ he stayed calm.

 

‘She’s too early.’ Thomas commented as he passed by to do what was needed.

 

‘Help me, please.’ She looked in at the terrified restrained girl in the barren room. ‘Do something.’

 

Matthews and Sergei watched as she looked at the struggling girl and her room. She remembered when her room was nothing more than a box to sleep in and a bucket, it was a far cry from that now; she even had a bookshelf and was given weekly and monthly high brow magazines as well as several books, rotated at her request. ‘Sit down, shut up, and do what you’re told, it’s the only help you need here.’ She stated, taking hold of Sergei’s arm.

 

‘Good girl, Kitten.’ he praised as he helped her along the hallway to the medical room. When she got there, she made her way straight to the examination table and got onto it with some assistance. ‘Breathe Kitten.’ Sergei ordered.

 

‘What happens if I lose them?’

 

‘You will do no such thing,’ he dismissed.

 

‘If I…’

 

‘Kitten, you are not going to lose them.’ She looked to the door to see the Boss and the Queen rushing in. The boss going to her and pulling back her hair from her face, ‘Are you sure, you are not overly use to these things yet.’

 

‘It…’ she gritted her teeth as another one came.

 

‘Eleven minutes.’ Sergei commented, checking his watch. The Boss touched her stomach and swore.

 

‘Okay, get the Terbutaline,’ The Queen ordered. ‘It is not world ending, but we’ll keep them in longer if we can.’

 

She was given an injection and her stomach was hooked up to a machine, a few hours later, there was a sigh of relief, she had been without a contraction with an hour. ‘Good girl, Kitten.’ The Boss patted her head, ‘See, there they are.’ he pointed to the two heart rates on one screen, separate to her own. She nodded slightly. ‘They are healthy and happy, I told you you would not lose them. Let’s get you back to bed.’ Worried but unable to argue, she was wheeled through the hall, jumping slightly when another door started to be banged on, the occupant swearing abuse loudly. ‘Remember when you came Kitten, not once did you fight, you just accepted and life was so easy for you, you began your rewards the first day.’ he smiled. ‘These girls are not near as intelligent as you.’

 

‘Why have them so?’

 

‘They have the appearance needed.’ he explained. ‘You, as beautiful as you are, are of such rare temperament, that was why we had to have you, born to bear children, the perfect temperament, the boy, he is a dream for his mother, she is elated.’ she had no idea why he was telling her this. ‘These two, their mother is emailing for updates daily, excited for them, that is your doing Kitten.’ she said nothing, she didn’t really care, she only wanted them to stay where they needed until needed, lest she be blamed for anything that went wrong. She was gently put back into her own bed, a small remote was handed to her, which made her frown. ‘This is for if you need anything, Kitten, press this,’ the boss pointed to a green button, ‘and one of the boys will come running. Press this.’ he indicated to a red button, ‘and we will have Samantha come, alright?’ she nodded. ‘That’s my girl, so willing to please.’ he kissed her and left, leaving her to stay staring at a wall.

 

*

For weeks  she endured daily checks and minimal moving before her patience finally snapped. At thirty six weeks, she was deemed safe, and worried that her current state would impede the birth, she gently sat up before slowly getting to her feet. She could feel the baby very much engaged, ready to be born and as she rose to her feet, she felt the pressure even more. Slowly she moved around, forcing her muscles to move. It was tiring, but she rather it like that, her body was bored of remaining still, at least now when she was resting, she felt she had a reason to rest. She made sure not to do it at a time she would be likely to be interrupted.

 

The injections ceased, meaning they were willing to let her go naturally, but now they were allowed come, the twins seemed happier to remain where they were. After three days of the new situation, the twins were still no closer to showing themselves, even though she could clearly feel one putting pressure on her cervix from within her womb.

 

‘Still nothing?’ Sergei asked as he walked in with her breakfast, he was shocked to see her out of the bed and holding onto a wall on the far side of the room. ‘Kitten, what are you doing out of bed?’

 

‘I am trying to get these pests out of me.’ She growled. ‘First they want to come when they are not allowed, now they won’t come at all. What sort of behaviour is that?’

 

Sergei chuckled, ‘Perhaps they are little jokers.’

 

‘I blame the boy.’ she growled, causing Sergei to laugh louder as he helped her back to the bed to eat her meal. ‘Stop laughing at me.’

 

‘You are more grizzly than yesterday, they’ll be here soon.’

 

‘How am I to do two, I was exhausted after one.’ she sighed.

 

‘You will manage it, wait and see.’ he stated as she got back into the bed. ‘Those hips can take it.’

 

‘’You are no help.’

 

‘What do you expect, I am not a doctor.’

 

‘How many girls have had how many babies here?’

 

‘I have lost count.’

 

‘So you know something.’

 

‘I do, I know you are going to go soon, because you are getting more pissed off.’

 

‘Fuck you.’

 

‘Point and case.’ Sergei chuckled, use to her aggravation.

 

‘You have a filthy mouth on you Kitten.’ She glared at the Boss when he came in. ‘Do you know where I was today? Your old job.’ she stared at him, nostrils flared. ‘Before you ask, no they never mentioned you, but I thought you would like to know, you were replaced, but the most dull middle-aged hag I have ever met. Honestly Kitten, you would have turned into that, but look at you now.’ he looked to her stomach, which was, in her opinion, fit to burst. ‘You are worth a fortune.’ she gave him a glare. ‘The more you earn, the more you are spoiled when you leave. When you leave here, you will only have the best of everything.’ that caused her to frown. ‘Poppet is going to a man worth half a billion, think of everything she’ll have, she will never want for anything. You will go to me, and you know what I have.’

 

She said nothing, she had seen his accounts, and she knew from the illegal nature of what he was involved in here, he had more offshore too. She just remained sitting up, looking at the food on the plate.

 

‘Sergei, number 4 needs readying, ten minutes.’ the russian nodded and left, leaving the pair alone. ‘You know, when you are begging me for my cock, you are the most willing little cum bucket, but I sense that behind it all, you are not overly pleased with me taking a liking to you.’ she said nothing, she knew to say anything could get her privileges revoked. ‘Kitten?’ she looked at him. ‘It is rude to not answer someone when they speak to you.’

 

‘You made a statement Sir, you did not ask a question, I was not aware I was to answer, I’m sorry.’ she stated meekly, hoping to cause him to not get angry.

 

He looked at her for a moment before chuckling and grinning, ‘My smart little Kitten, you know better than to be a bold girl.’ He pulled her off the bed and turned her around, his teeth grazing her ear as he ground his cock against her ass. ‘How much do you want me to fuck you?’ In truth, that day she wasn’t particularly horny, or so she thought, as soon as he toyed with her clit, she moaned. ‘Kitten?’

 

‘Very much Sir.’

 

He lifted her skirt and pushed into her, her body willingly accepting him and he fucked her roughly. ‘You’re softening, you’ll be there soon my beautiful Kitten.’ he stated as he continued to find his release as she found hers. ‘When this is done, wait and see, you will learn to love your life, you will have everything you could want or need, I will even let you have your own little life, wait and see.’ he groaned as he finished in her, pushing in as far as he could, causing her to gasp slightly, the head of his cock pressing against her cervix.

 

‘Ow, get out.’ she pushed him back and leant over in pain.

 

‘Kitten.’ his tone told her it was a warning.

 

‘You hurt me.’ she looked at him, a look of betrayal in her features.

 

‘I did not intend to Kitten, I apologise.’ his touch was gentle on her, but she shied from it. ‘My poor Kitten.’

 

Her nose twitched and her jaw clenched, she wanted nothing more to spit words of anger and disgust at him, but she knew it would only lead to suffering, so she swallowed her anger and lifted her head, tears unshed. ‘Thank you, Sir.’

 

‘Such a good girl.’ he patted her belly. ‘So good of you to give us two at once, and opposite genders, twenty five million, a scary thought for you, no doubt, that one pregnancy is worth that much.’ She looked down, her stretched stomach below her, barely able to contain the lives within. ‘It will be our turn, after a while, a little one that you can keep, you will carry it. I cannot wait to fuck it into you, we will use some of these drugs from here, who knows, we may even have two at once.’ she baulked internally. ‘Until then, eat your dinner.’ he brought the food over to her.

 

*

 

It started not long after the Boss left, her plug came out as a result of the force he used, the next day, her waters broke before she ever felt a contraction. They were dull pains when they arrived, she found moving around helped her deal with them. When she was five minutes apart, she used the button to call the guys. Sergei and Matthews relayed the message and she was checked, six centimeters gone and still feeling fresh enough to pace through contractions.

 

When the Boss came to check on her a small while later, she was holding on to the sink in the room, breathing through a contraction. She did not notice him until he pressed into her sore pussy. ‘Hello, Kitten.’

 

‘Please not there.’

 

‘I want to fuck you, so I will fuck you, am I understood?’ he growled.

 

‘But I want to push.’ She whined as she felt pressure building and the first baby’s head pressing down.

 

‘Then push,’ he moaned, loving the feel of her body trying to do something so natural around him, her walls were not tight, but the sheer thought of what she was doing turned him on more.

 

She bore down as finally, the urge to push was greater than her ability fight it, he held her stomach and slipped one hand down to her clit, playing with it as she breathed and panted through the contraction. When it subsided and she realised what he was doing, she whimpered, wondering if she would get any reprieve. The answer was no. He brought her to orgasm with the help of another contraction, the force of her body clamping down caused the baby to begin its way through the birth canal. ‘Shit, get out, it’s coming.’ she whined, the pain causing her to shake.

 

‘You’re alright Kitten, I have you.’ He smiled, gently pulling out and getting her to her bed. ‘You just push out that little one.’

 

She crashed her head back against the pillow in anguish as she felt the next contraction hit. She inhaled and pushed into it. ‘FUCK!’ she shrieked as she felt something against her. Looking down, she realised the boss had put the wand to her clit. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ she cried as the pain and pleasure mixed and she orgasmed through the contraction.

 

‘Good girl.’ The Boss grinned. ‘So, how do you actually feel about me?’ he grinned.

 

‘Please Sir, please,’ she whined, realising that as humiliating as it was, the wand helped the pain of pushing a baby out of her.

 

‘’You’ll be my lovely girl, won’t you?’

 

‘Yes, yes I will.’ She cried as she felt the head push further through the birth canal. ‘Please.’ he pressed it to her and helped her through the next contraction. She clenched her teeth and pushed as best she could. It continued until the baby was out of her, it’s cries filling the room. When the boss put it on her chest, she wanted to throw it off, she wanted nothing to do with it.

 

‘Kitten, you have to keep him there until I cut this.’ The boss ordered as he cut the umbilical cord before taking away the baby again. She watched as he brought it to the hallway and walked in again. ‘Good girl, you will get used to them.’ he smiled, looking between her legs to see the afterbirth come out. ‘Finally.’ he pulled her to him and fucked her. ‘May as well do something while we are waiting for the other one to come along.’

 

She lay staring at the ceiling, hating the fact she was alive, hating that as the next contraction hit, he had her come and came in her, hating that as much as she wanted to be elsewhere, she was grateful for her situation at present, because the wand made it easier.

 

As soon as the boy was discovered, the rest of the staff rushed in to help deliver his sister. She pushed her way through the second child as she had the first, swiftly and with more ease than she assumed she would. She crowned within two contractions and made short work of the rest of her, as she was petite. With both twins gone, she was left to rest, exhausted after her work. When the Queen and the Boss looked at her after everything was tidied, she just looked at them pleadingly. ‘Three months, please, just three months.’ she begged, knowing better than to ask for more.

 

The Boss looking to the Queen, who pursed her lips before nodding. ‘Three months, but you milk through it and no fun.’She nodded wearily. ‘That last part was not for you.’ she turned her eye to the Boss. ‘You could have cost us one.’

 

‘The boy was fine and she had a few minutes before the girl engaged.’ He grinned.

 

‘You know, considering my position here, what does it say when I call you a sick bastard?’ She scoffed. ‘I mean it, leave her alone. If you cost us a year with your brat…’

 

‘Not yet.’ He winked. ‘Not yet.’

 

I’m gonna predict the beginning of Sonic Forces reviews.

Sonic has had a rocky history in the past decade from games like the cringey sonic 06 to okay games like colors. Sonic has never quite found a place in the 3D video game world. We thought sonic was finally coming back to glory with the release and the return of the charming and enjoyable 2D classic game Sonic Mania. But Sonic Forces takes a huge step back once again. All of Sonic’s annoying friends return and we wish that Sega would just stick to Sonic. They constantly talk during all of the levels. You have to make your own furry and it controls terribly compared to sonic. And classic sonic although he returns does not feel the same as mania did. Maybe Sega should just stick to 2D games or finally put this franchise in its over due grave.

Lol I said “read before you ask”

Not: “DON’T EVER ASK ME ANYTHING AGAIN”

I mean, is this just solid proof that you rather to not ask amything than to read and scroll down a little bit?

I’m not gonna bite you. Of course you can’t read over 300 different posts I’ve made looking like “oh what if my asks is within the last 500 answered questions”..of course I won’t get mad lol.

Yesterday’s post was to the jerks who kept asking me for progress and stupid things likd “whoz ambahr” when I’ve literally said/answered the same asks like 1 or 2 posts ago.

Also it gets irritating when you ask things concerning the animatiom that ARE answered in the animation. In which case, you should watch the videos again or read the TV Tropes page for glitchtale and if you don’t find your answer there, THEN you can ask.

That doesn’t mean you can never send me asks again. Which I think is one of the problems with the “fandom” you guys tend to choose either black or white, as if a “grey” didn’t exist.

(when i enavle them in a bit that is cis yesterday everyone stoped writing so I went like “well then so be it”)