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Fucked up theory.
So, Dazai and Atsushi are the main characters in the anime/manga. Akutagawa is chasing Dazai's recognition.
ALTHOUGH IN THE BIOGRAPHIES OF THE WRITERS EVERYTHING IS SOMETHING DIFFERENT: The writer Dazai Osamu greatly delighted Akutagawa Ryunosuke in his school years. When Ryunosuke committed suicide, Dazai became depressed, causing him to not concentrate on his lessons. This means that in the anime, the main character should have been Akutagawa according to logic, BUT this idea can be refuted: in the book No Human Longer the main character Yodzo (the prototype of the writer himself - Dazai Osamu) talked with his old friend about antonyms and synonyms. When it came to Crime and Punishment, Yodzo thought that the author, Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky, put them as antonyms (opposite things). IN THE MOVIE THE DEAD APPLE, Fyodor Dostoevsky said, “I am a crime, I am a punishment, did you know that? Crime and Punishment BEST FRIENDS.” And in Russian dub he said, “I am a crime, I am a punishment, did you know that? Crime and Punishment ARE EQUALLY SAME.”
Apparently, Asagiri Kafka decided to cast Fyodor's main enemy as Dazai. And Dazai would try to refute Dostoevsky’s lies about his ability.
(Sorry for grammar mistakes and English)
Happy birthday @drill-teeth-art !!! I come baring gifts for thee! Which is in the form of Enemy meeting my own version of Soundwave:3 thank you for all the awesomeness you bring to us all<3 I hope your birthday is or was amazing!!!
Enemy is so pretty :)
Jungkook: 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐘 (1)
The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Or alternatively: Jungkook has no idea what to do with you.
Tags/Warnings: Mafia!Jungkook, Hybrid!Reader, mute!reader, Angst, Fluff, Slight humor, Crime and violence, mentions of kidnapping, graphic description of adult content (violence, smut, Jungkooks questionable interrogation tactics) strangers to lovers
Additional chapter warnings: Mentions of captivity, violence (guns, murder)
Chapter Length: mid
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It's quick and simple, the way each and everyone is dealt with. It's almost boring to Jimin and the rest how easily they brush through security and whoever might be dumb enough to go against them- but they had it coming.
No one threatens or steals from them, and gets away with it.
"just take what you can and get out. We've made enough of a mess." Jungkook says in a bored manner, while Taehyung steps over the leader, who's unmoving, head flat on the table where he'd shot him point blank range. It's when he searches around for secrets or hiding spots that a door opens- but what he finds behind it, makes him stop in his tracks.
There's a hybrid, feline, sitting on a bed.
You've got no fear in your eyes nor body language whatsoever, simply just curiosity as you watch him walk closer, carefully putting his gun away to avoid scaring you. "Now who're you, hm?" Taehyung wonders, noticing by the chain attached to your ankle that you're not a threat whatsoever to him- and also because you remind him of a hybrid he knew years back when he was younger, shot in the streets simply for playing too loudly.
It was the reason he became what he was these days.
"let's get that off of you." he says, getting up to walk out the hidden and small room, opening drawers and moving books with growing anger.
"what's wrong?" Jimin asks, as Taehyung shakes his head.
"dude's got a hybrid in there. I honestly don't wanna know." he informs the slightly older man, who seems just as upset now. "there we go. I'll get her out, you inform Jungkook." he says, before walking back towards you, undoing the shackle around your ankle, cringing at the raw skin beneath. "Okay, first things first, do you understand me?" he asks carefully, making himself appear as friendly as he can. You nod, tail curling and uncurling as you hardly move at all apart from that. "perfect. I'm gonna carry you out, but you'll have to do something for me, okay?" he asks, and you nod, posture becoming seriously as you visibly expect your order now. "you'll keep your head down, and do not look around you, okay?" he requests, and you nod yet again.
You're a quiet one- that's for sure.
At the headquarters, Jungkook patiently waits for feedback from the mission, when Jimin comes into the office, putting some documents down. "everything done?" he wonders, half-eaten dinner left unfinished in front of him.
"smooth sailing as always." Jimin says, shrugging. "so, what're we gonna do with all his stuff?" he wonders, and Jungkook nods.
"sell the drugs under our name, the rest- I don't care really, there's nothing I would consider worth keeping honestly." he shrugs, yawning.
"And the hybrid?" he asks, making the younger one furrow his brows in confusion.
"the what now?" he asks, and Jimin slaps his forehead.
"ah yeah fuck, forgot. Bastard had a hybrid chained in a hidden room at his office. Some fucked up shit, even for my standards." he says. "Taehyung's got her right now. What should we do with her?" he asks again, and jungkook scratches his head.
"I don't know, shoot it?" he wonders, making Jimin's eyes widen. "I don't know! Bring her here, I'll figure something out I guess." he throws his hands up, before sitting down in his office chair, defeated.
But when Taehyung brings you in, shoving you a little into the room before closing the door, he can't help but feel bad for suggesting to just get rid of you quick and easy.
He sighs, noticing the way your eyes focus on his leftover food on the table. You've clearly been there against your will, if the shaggy clothing and visible marks from what he assumes was a metal chain of some sorts around your ankle were any signa to go by. "You want it?" he asks, pointing to the food- but you don't answer, eyes insteas now focusing on him.
He's never been one to shy away from eye contact- but something about you makes him uneasy.
"I can wait." he leans back in his chair, motioning to invite you closer, and this time you actually do- standing right in front of the table, patiently waiting. He can see how your legs tremble a little in an effort to keep you upright- fuck, you look like shit. Pale, fur on your ears and tail dull abd without any of the shine he's come to see from other hybrids he's met before, and yet you're still trying hard to not let anything show. You're still as a statue, like a doll, unmoving and only dancing how he instructs you to.
It makes him sick when he realizes that that's probably been drilled into you by that fat fucker. Well- at least that guy had a bullet in his head now.
"you can talk, you know? The dude's dead." he informs you, and you swallow visibly, first sign of actual nervousness. "so I'm gonna ask again; do you want it?" he asks you, but you don't say anything, drowning the room yet again in minutes of silence as you do nothing but stare at the by now almost cold steak.
"Do you fucking want it or not?" Jungkook asks, by now becoming frustrated with your lack of words.
You've been silent forever now- and he's by now starting to believe that you can in fact stay quiet forever, against what he'd thought at first. But you're not without reaction though- suddenly tearing up presumably because of the way he'd raised his voice, as the first drops drip down your chin, making the criminal panic a little as he becomes frantic at the sight of your distress. "No no fuck- Don't cry, here-" he starts cutting up a piece of the rest of his steak before holding the fork in front of your lips, at loss about what else he should be doing. Can you even eat regular food? Do you have specific needs or allergies?
He's never had a hybrid before, he doesn't know this shit!
But to his surprise, you simply sniffle, before tearfully accepting the food- finally giving him somewhat of an answer as to if you'd like his leftovers or not, making him sigh as he shakes his head, while your posture changes, mouth open as you await another piece. One he cuts up for you without even thinking much about it, while clicking his tongue.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with you.? " he wonders to himself, continuing to feed you, almost even chuckling when you seem to become impatient as he cuts up the meat.
You're almost kind of cute.
Licking your lips after everything's eaten, he can spot the way you sneakily hold onto the edge of the table for support, cat tail by now almost limp behind you. "Go lay down on the couch there." he instructs, and just like he expected, you instantly do as you're told, careful not to put your dirtied bare feet onto the fabric of the sofa, making him click his tongue as he walks up to you, a bit clumsily handling your feet properly onto the couch, before throwing a blanket from the side over you.
One which you take with glistening eyes again, but this time, it's not out of fear.
Because your hand dares to reach out for his shirt, keeping him from leaving as he'd turned around to do so. And when he catches your gaze, he notices that he can hear something quite distinctive, something only someone like you would be able to do.
You purr.
So yeah- Maybe he'll keep you around.
You are kind of cute.
Be very careful with anyone who is close to your enemy or close to anyone who hates you. Such a person is more dangerous than your enemy because they have access to you.
Blind belief in authority is the greatest enemy of truth.
ENEMY ‖ one
Taehyung may be cocky, but he has every reason to be. After all, he never gets turned down by women – at least not until he meets you.
word count: 11.2k member: taehyung ‖ hoseok genre: smut music: enemy
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ENEMY ⇾ KNJ
↳Pairing : You x Namjoon
Genre : Smut / Gang au
Words: +3.5k
Summary : What could be worse than fucking your dad’s enemy? Actually liking it and wanting more.
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The moment you spotted Kim fucking Namjoon among many foreign faces, you regretted instantly saying yes to your stupid best friend going by the name of Park Jimin. Why in the world did you say yes, you weren’t so sure anymore but the result announced nothing good for you.
Let me explain.
You were, from outside, what looked like a normal twenty five years old young, brilliant, beautiful woman who agreed to go to a huge party with her best friend. Nothing extraordinary so far, nothing to worry about. Except, you were also the daughter of a notorious crime lord. Not a big deal. At all.
Now, Kim Namjoon happened to be another problem because he was your father’s enemy, a pain in the ass he had been complaining about for about two years now. Your father had tried to get rid of him, desperately, without much success.
And you?
Well, you thought it would be nice to get fucked by your father’s enemy. Not a big deal, was it now?
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“The best revenge is not to be like your enemy.”
—Marcus Aurelius
ENEMY ‖ five
When Hoseok finds out Taehyung is your new fuckbuddy at the game’s afterparty, you realize you’re in for a ride.
⤑ word count: 15.3k ⤑ genre: angst, smut [oral (m and f receiving), intercourse, threesome, dirty talk, unprotected sex, anal sex]; if you’re not into butt stuff and/or threesome, this is NOT for you ⤑ rating: 18+!!!! ⤑ pairing: reader x taehyung x hoseok
» Enemy [+Hoseok] – one | two | three | four | five
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HIJUESUMARE YA SE ME LENGUA LA TRABA EN INGLES PUTA MADRE AQJEWUUWJWB
"Everybody bold to te my enemy"
–Me singing Enemy without the lyrics
Ello! You can call me Tea and this is my first time posting something on Tumblr because I wanted to share my Sonic oc! As you can see, her name is Kaya and she's an enemy of Sonic... >:0 I'll be posting mainly about Sonic stuff (currently, it can change bc I'm in other fandoms too) and my ocs. ALSO, I will post a lil comic tmr or on the 1st August because of an event... :]
Watched Enemy again and craved this amazing fic, so I'm reblogging it for the 2nd or 3rd time 🔥🔥🔥
karma's kiss
a/n: @harmonity-vibes requested a smutty lil fic with anthony because he is foooooine so here it is
Pairing: Anthony Saint Claire x F!Reader
Summary: Anthony finds himself swindled by a con-artist and tracks her down to get his own justice.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark themes like rough sex, asphyxiation, stealing, dub-con, smut (let's remember anthony is not a nice guy like our sweet little adorable professor so read at your own risk)
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The bar you’re in is far different compared to the dive bars you started in your early years.
Your job isn't the kind you include in resumés, but it's paid your bills since college and you've managed to work your way up to a more high-end clientele.
Sitting at the bar, you can feel eyes boring into your side as you sip your daiquiri.
You smile at the bearded man, waiting to see if he'll approach you first. And, indeed, he does taking your smile as an invitation.
"Staring isn't very polite, you know" you smirk setting your drink on the bar as he sits next to you.
"Well, can you blame me? A beautiful woman like you in a dress like that is bound to get some attention, right?" he smiles slyly.
You smile pretending to be flattered by his compliment. It's nothing you haven't already heard before. It might be just bait that he tells all the girls he meets to get what he wants out of them, but you have to admit it feels a little nice coming from someone as attractive as he is.
In order to hide your real name and identity, you give him a fake name as you hold your hand out to shake his.
"Anthony," he smirks shaking your hand lightly before lifting his whisky for a sip. "Are you here with your husband?"
He glances down at the fake wedding ring and band on your finger. There is no husband. You just wear the rings because you've found it makes you more intriguing to most men.
You never really understood why, but if you had to guess, you'd guess it must have something to do with the chauvinistic idea of conquering something that's not theirs or that belongs to another man.
It doesn't exactly surprise to see a gold band on his finger too.,
"Are you here with your wife?" you retort.
"Touché," he smirks raising his glass to your witty observation.
"I'm not here with my husband, but he does know I'm here."
"Your husband lets you go out alone dressed like that?"
"We have an open relationship."
Anthony's smile stretches from ear to ear. Attending underground sex clubs, he's no strangers to forbidden kinks. They arouse him. Your beauty attracted him, but now, you have his full attention.
"That's interesting. You don't hear that every day," he smirks. "Tell me more about this relationship. I'm intrigued."
"Well, once a week, he allows me to go out on my own. I like getting to meet new people and he likes watching me get fucked by other men."
Your bluntness has his cheeks turning pink as he beams with amazement.
"So it's a kink?"
"I prefer the term alternative modern lifestyle," you smile mischievously at him. "Keeps the marriage spicy."
"I can imagine. And how's it work huh?"
"I go out, find a very attractive man," you explain glancing at his lips and making no effort to hide it. "We talk, drink, kiss and I take him home to fuck me in front of my husband."
"Seems simple enough" he smirks catching your glance at his lips. "How do you choose the man?"
"Consent is the most important factor, of course. If he's not alright with that, then everything stops. But I tend to gravitate towards those that are more pleasing to the eye."
"And are there candidates yet?"
"The night is still young. This is still my first drink and I'm already interviewing one," you reply with a cheeky smile.
"Oh, my. I am very flattered," he chuckles pretending to be surprised. "I'm very interested. Although I've never done anything like this before."
"You'd be surprised at how many have."
"I'm guessing a lot?"
"More than you think. Open relationships are becoming more and more common and accepted nowadays."
It hardly takes him any further convincing. You can tell by the way his legs and hips squirm in his seat he's turned on by the sole thought of it.
Moving to a more private table, you sit in the corner of the high-end bar sharing details about what you and your husband enjoy.
Anthony is up for anything. Just the thrill of fucking you in front of your husband already his dick leaking with anticipation.
The hardness in his pants is noticeable when you place your palm on his crotch after he tells you how big he is when you ask about his size.
Granted he is perfectly sized and thick, it doesn't change any of the plans you have for him.
You invite him to come back to the motel you're staying at under the guise you and your husband always go out of town for your escapades to avoid running into people you might work who wouldn't understand your lifestyle.
A sexual deviant himself, he knows just how well it is to have to hide your sexual fantasies and desires from others.
In the backseat of a taxi on the way to the motel, his lips are all over yours mauling yours as his head tilts to the side. His tongue wrestles for dominance between you. The thumb on the hand on your neck strokes your cheek.
His touch warms you from the inside. You can't let yourself give in, but it doesn't mean you can't enjoy it while you can.
You have to focus. This is our opportunity to get what you need.
Your hand glides down his chest under his leather jacket towards his crotch. With a firm unexpected squeeze to his cock, he moans into your mouth.
The driver can't help but glance at the rearview mirror, torn between stopping you from getting too heated and letting you go on to enjoy the show.
You palm Anthony's cock over his jeans. You have to admit, the man does have a nice size that makes your panties wet.
Reveling in your touch, his knees spread to invite you in as his torso adjusts to face the front.
"You like that, huh?"
"Can't wait to get my mouth around it."
"Why wait?" He smirks darkly.
Taking a glimpse at the driver, he immediately looks away and back to the road when your eyes meet his in the mirror.
You smirk back at Anthony as he unbuttons his jeans and pulls his cock out.
Lowering into the darkness of the backseat, you lean down to take it into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl around his tip to lap at his precum.
Anthony closes his eyes as his head dips backwards at the welcomed warmth of your mouth. With one arm stretched along the backseat, he uses the other to rest his hand against your bobbing head.
Too lost in the sensation, he doesn't notice or feel your hand sneaking into his pocket to steal his wallet.
The thrill of accomplishing your mission excites you enough to add a little more enthusiasm into the blowjob until the driver clears his throat to get your attention as the car rolls to a stop.
"We're here. That'll be 8.50."
"I got it" you say quickly to stop Anthony from looking for his wallet.
Taking a 10-dollar bill from your bra while Anthony tucks himself away, you hand the money to the driver and thank him telling him to keep the change.
Climbing out of the cab, you lead him to your room fumbling for your room key.
Anthony follows you inside and takes a look around. The room is nothing fancy as expected but it has a double bed which is all you need. Or so he thinks.
"My husband is on his way. He'll be here soon. Why don't you get comfortable while I freshen up real quick? I'll be just a minute."
You smirk sliding your hands up his chest to gently push at his black leather jacket.
“Don’t mind if I do,” he smirks down at you with lustful eyes.
As he shrugs off his jacket, you walk to the bathroom. While he takes his shoes off, you quickly race to the back wall of the bathroom to open the high shower window. You pop off the bug screen and let it fall to the ground. The collision makes an echoing noise and catches Anthony’s attention.
“Fuck,” you whisper to yourself.
Using the ledge of the dingy tub, you pull yourself up into the window and see-saw on the sill. You planned the escape; should’ve also planned the landing of it.
Your heart races when Anthony knocks on the locked door.
“Hey, sweetheart. Everything ok in there?” he questions growing suspicious.
Your legs flail in the air, knocking the shower rod and one of your high heels down. The clattering encourages him to throw his shoulder against the door to bust it open. Pushing yourself forward, you hold your arms out to soften the drop to the ground outside just as Anthony is able to break inside, catching a quick glimpse your feet just before they slip out of view.
“Hey! The fuck are you going?!” Anthony shouts bewildered as he pats his pockets for his phone and realizes his wallet is gone so he darts to the window, standing on his toes to pop his head outside.
It dawns on him that this is a set-up. Everything you told him was merely a lie to get him alone. And now he’s stuck in a run-down motel with no way to chase after you.
“Hey! Get back here, you little fucking thief!”
Giggling to yourself with his wallet in hand, you quickly limp toward the car you’d left in the alleyway behind the motel specifically for your get-away.
He tries to climb out through the window and, although he’s much better at it than you, you’re already speeding down the alleyway and onto the road when he stands up. He tries to run after you, but he knows his feet are no match to your car.
“Fuck!” he shouts angrily as he pants.
Standing in the alleyway, he quickly whips out the cellphone you thankfully managed to leave behind and types in the digits of your license plate in his digital notes before he can forget them.
Once they’re saved, he goes through his list of contacts which – unfortunately for you – is rather long and full of assorted figures. Some, which thanks to his night job in an underground sex club, happen to be people in powerful positions. Judges, lawyers, law enforcement. You name the job and he’s guaranteed to have someone of the area in his pocket.
Cashing in a favor with a sketchy local sergeant of the police department, Anthony asks him to notify him as soon as they get a hit on your plate. The sergeant doesn’t ask any questions. Anthony wouldn’t answer him with anything other than a threat of blackmail if he didn’t, but the less he knows, the better.
It takes a few days, but Anthony eventually gets a call informing of the car’s whereabouts and original owner. He’s not surprised to know it’s not you.
Assuming you live practically on the run, moving from motel to motel, he knows he has to act fact but still cautiously. There’s still quite a bit that he doesn’t know about you like if you work with any other parties or if you impose any danger. And if so, what level of danger could it be?
With a recently purchased gun tucked into the waistband of his jeans, he sets his helmet on and speeds off to the illegally given address. He lurks from a distance and waits until you finally leave the room.
He keeps his distance from you, but decided to stalk you as you go about your day, buying groceries and clothes with his money. There wasn’t much pocket money, but you were able to clone his cards and identity to cash up a couple thousand.
He could’ve stopped you and cancelled all his cards, filed an official report. But you’ve would known and been caught before he’s had the chance to make you pay. And a couple thousands aren’t going to cause a lot of financial troubles for him, thanks to his fairly wealthy income from the night job.
As you go about your day, you can’t shake the feeling that someone is onto you. You keep looking over your shoulder, but there’s no one there. No one that you notice, at least. But then again, you always get this feeling after a theft.
You head back to the motel where you’d left your car. After a theft gone right, you always opt to get around on foot with the most important things in your bag at the slightest sight of a cop. That way, if anyone is onto you, it could provide you some time to get away.
Assuring the motel is safe, you head to the room you’d paid to stay at for the night and unlock the door. But just as you open the door, you instantly feel cold metal press against the side of your head. Your groceries drop and scatter on the ground as you hold your hands up.
“Don’t get smart again. I found you once and I can find you again.”
You can’t see the face of the figure, but you can tell it’s a man and you’re almost certain who he is.
“Close the door and step away from it.”
You don’t have much of an option. Run away and he’ll find you again. Or worse, shoot you down in the parking lot of this crappy motel and that’s not how you want to die.
With your hands carefully raised, you slowly close the door with your foot and walk deeper into the room just as ordered. You keep your back turned to him as he locks the door and face him only after he says you can.
You don’t have much of an option. Run away and he’ll find you again. Or worse, shoot you down in the parking lot of this crappy motel and that’s not how you want to die.
With your hands carefully raised, you slowly close the door with your foot and walk deeper into the room just as ordered. You keep your back turned to him as he locks the door and face him only after he says you can.
The newfound power intoxicates him. It swells him with an authority that he's never felt before. You, on the other hand, are filled with fear. You try to play it cool to avoid letting him know that you're actually scared.
"I want my money and my documents back."
"I can give your documents back and all the copies I've made. But the money is already gone. I already spent it."
"Well, it seems like we got a bit of a predicament here, doesn't it?"
"I can pay you back, but it's gonna take some time."
"I don't have time," he lies. "I want it back now."
"I don't have any money now. Why do you think I do this?" You sigh. "Look, what if... I paid you back some other way?"
"What other way?"
You lower your hand to unbutton your white shirt and reveal your lacy bra.
"This is what you wanted in the first place, isn't it?"
His eyes lower from your face down to your chest. He stays silent, considering your offer but his gun stays aimed at you.
"It was.. it still is."
"So why don't you put that away and take what you want?"
A sly smirk grows on his lips. His eyes darken with a sudden and familiar lust that revisits his being.
"I'm gonna keep this, just in case." He stated walking over to sit on the bed, manspreading his legs as he keeps the gun pointed at you.
"C'mere. On your knees."
Glancing at the weapon, you take slow steps to approach him and kneel between his knees.
"You know what to do. You did it so well before. Don't be shy now."
You nod and raise your shaky hands to unbutton his jeans, pulling down his zipper.
Feeling the end of the barrel rest against the side of your head, you carefully release his dick from it's confine. It's not quite hard as before, but its getting there with you under his will.
You hold his dick up to take him into your mouth, lathering his member with your spit.
"Eyes up here, sweetheart."
His order is your command which you obey. You don't know what he's capable of and you don't want to find out.
Looking up at him, he relishes in the contrast of your teary eyes and dirty mouth full of his dick. He takes his free hand and threads his fingers into your hair, holding it back to keep it away from distracting you. How thoughtful, you think sarcastically.
Anthony's moans and groans fill the room as he breathes heavily, cock twitching with every bob of your head.
The grip on your hair tightens with every twitch. After forcing himself to the back of your throat, you buy yourself sometime to breath by licking up the backside of his heavy cock and swirling your tongue around his dome, putting your saliva pool against your plush lips.
"Fucking Christ" he groans deeply as he watches your mouth working its wonders, his angry cock throbbing with desire.
"Take them off" he orders nodding at your clothes.
Obeying his command, you slowly stand between his knees and unbutton your pants. He tisks as you move too fast.
“Slow… and turn around for me.”
You turn your back to him and slowly push your pants down, gliding your palms over your cheeks as you undress just to tease him a little. You figure you might as well enjoy it.
He smirks at the sight of your matching panties and admires how they perfectly hug your curves. As you bend forward to push your pants down to your ankles, he takes advantage of your position and trails the edge of his gun down the split of your cheeks.
Your body tenses at the touch of cold metal. You remind yourself to take calming breaths to keep yourself together.
“Nice fucking ass you got here, sweetheart,” he simpers, poking the barrel at your clothed cunt from behind. “Bet you got a cute pussy too…. Show me it.”
You gulp and lift your trembling hands to slide your panties down to reveal yourself to him. Although Anthony is undoubtedly attracted, you don’t trust him. The fact that your life is essentially in his hands is still in your mind. You comply to his orders, but you pray that he doesn’t hurt you too much. Not enough to be fatal at least.
“Atta girl.” He says removing the gun from between your legs. You quietly sigh in relief.
“Now come on over here.” Anthony stands behind you and presses the gun into your side.
“On the bed. Face down.”
Accepting your fate, you climb onto the mattress and lay on your front. Out of your view, you hear the jostling of his belt as he removes it with one hand and climbs on top of your legs to lock you in place. Setting the gun beside his foot, he takes the belt and tightens the leather tightly around your wrists.
You wince as the leather pinches your skin, but he doesn’t seem to care if it hurts you. You can feel his emotionless eyes on you, so you turn your head to the side to avoid look at him.
He climbs off of you and the bed, but he stays close. You try to zone out as you listen to him undress.
Walking around the bed now completely naked, he kneels down to pet your hair and wipes a tear from your cheek.
“Listen, sweetheart. I’m sorry for the scare. I’m not gonna kill you, alright? I’m not a monster.”
You nod looking up at him confused.
“I’m just gonna fuck you. Really, really hard. I think I deserve to get my money’s worth, right? Even you gotta agree with me on that.”
His words don’t exactly ease you, but the promise that he won’t shoot you dead is enough. After all, he doesn’t have to. It’s not like you can simply go to the cops to report him anyways.
“Ok,” you agree. “C-can you just please put the gun away?”
“I can do that. But don’t get smart. Deal?”
“Deal.”
He walks back around the bed and takes his gun to set it on the nightstand. You feel like you can finally breathe after what seemed like hours holding your breath.
You feel his weight on the mattress as it dips beside you again. He pulls you up by your arms and stands you on your knees.
“I want you to do something for me first. Sit on my face. Can you do that?”
You’re almost surprised by his request and the contact on your wrists as he unbuckles the belt, letting your wrists go just to bind them again but in front of you this time. He wants to…. pleasure you?
“I’ll make you cum if you’re a good girl.”
Once he’s on his back on the bed, you straddle his head carefully and lower your hips down to meet with his hungry mouth. With your ass spread by his hands, you lean forward to place your hands on his taut abs for balance.
You can’t hold back the moan you release as he licks a long-wet stripe from your hardening clit to your puckered ring of muscle. The hands that keep your cheeks apart squeezes into your flesh when his tongue begins its work on your pussy.
Anthony just can’t enough of you. Your taste is wonderfully delicious to him that he just has to fuck you with his tongue. And the position allows him to flick at your sensitive nub, making your walls slick.
“Jesus, fuck!” you gasp as he toys with your clit bringing you closer and closer to the brink. You’re so turned on although you feel like you shouldn’t be. He held you at gunpoint. This is wrong. So wrong, but it feels so fucking good.
His beard heightens the sensitivity between your legs as his nose pokes at your asshole. He pulls your hips down against his face harder, restricting himself of air.
“T-That feels so good!” you whine with tears prickling at your eyes feeling the pleasure snaps in waves throughout your body.
You’re not sure what comes over you, but you find yourself leaning forward to wrap your mouth around his cock again. The burning heat that bubbles from your core provoking yet another orgasm has you so hot for him that you need to suck him off.
He chuckles surprised by your sudden urge as he lifts your hips up to hiss out in pleasure. It doesn’t take him long to start thrusting his hips violently up, shoving his cock down your throat. He stops suddenly and pushes you off him, feeling himself close.
Shoving you onto your back, he spreads your legs and eagers aligns his dick with your hole before pushing himself into your wetness.
His hips relentlessly thrust against yours as he pounds you raw. The sounds of your wet cunt squelching around him make your cheeks warm as you realize how wet you really are for him.
The lecherous stare down at your body proves he’s getting closer. He pants as he watches your breast bouncing free from your bra. Eager to feel them, he stills and tear the bra in half to expose you completely.
He growls dipping his head to grope and maul at your breasts. Your skin burns with his prickly beard and rough teething kisses.
With one hand squeezing your breast, the other sneaks around your neck. He squeezes your neck and throat, choking you as he restricts your oxygen. His hips drill you into the mattress as you watch him, slowly losing your conscious.
Anthony looks like he’s been possessed by something else and it scares you a bit. You claw at his wrists as you feel the pressure in your head weighing heavy. Your eyes roll to the back of your head from the combination of pleasure and pain.
You gasp for air as he finally releases your neck and fills you with his heavy load, spilling into your pussy in hot ropes.
He pants as he eases his cock out and into you again, admiring how his cum trickles out from your hole and coats his cock.
“We’re gonna have a very long night.”
“Night?” you question. Could you even last a night with him?
“I told you. I want my money’s worth.”
Watched Enemy again, craving this amazing fic...reblogging it yet again!
karma's kiss
a/n: @harmonity-vibes requested a smutty lil fic with anthony because he is foooooine so here it is
Pairing: Anthony Saint Claire x F!Reader
Summary: Anthony finds himself swindled by a con-artist and tracks her down to get his own justice.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark themes like rough sex, asphyxiation, stealing, dub-con, smut (let's remember anthony is not a nice guy like our sweet little adorable professor so read at your own risk)
SHARING IS CARING SO REBLOG IF YOU LIKE IT
The bar you’re in is far different compared to the dive bars you started in your early years.
Your job isn't the kind you include in resumés, but it's paid your bills since college and you've managed to work your way up to a more high-end clientele.
Sitting at the bar, you can feel eyes boring into your side as you sip your daiquiri.
You smile at the bearded man, waiting to see if he'll approach you first. And, indeed, he does taking your smile as an invitation.
"Staring isn't very polite, you know" you smirk setting your drink on the bar as he sits next to you.
"Well, can you blame me? A beautiful woman like you in a dress like that is bound to get some attention, right?" he smiles slyly.
You smile pretending to be flattered by his compliment. It's nothing you haven't already heard before. It might be just bait that he tells all the girls he meets to get what he wants out of them, but you have to admit it feels a little nice coming from someone as attractive as he is.
In order to hide your real name and identity, you give him a fake name as you hold your hand out to shake his.
"Anthony," he smirks shaking your hand lightly before lifting his whisky for a sip. "Are you here with your husband?"
He glances down at the fake wedding ring and band on your finger. There is no husband. You just wear the rings because you've found it makes you more intriguing to most men.
You never really understood why, but if you had to guess, you'd guess it must have something to do with the chauvinistic idea of conquering something that's not theirs or that belongs to another man.
It doesn't exactly surprise to see a gold band on his finger too.,
"Are you here with your wife?" you retort.
"Touché," he smirks raising his glass to your witty observation.
"I'm not here with my husband, but he does know I'm here."
"Your husband lets you go out alone dressed like that?"
"We have an open relationship."
Anthony's smile stretches from ear to ear. Attending underground sex clubs, he's no strangers to forbidden kinks. They arouse him. Your beauty attracted him, but now, you have his full attention.
"That's interesting. You don't hear that every day," he smirks. "Tell me more about this relationship. I'm intrigued."
"Well, once a week, he allows me to go out on my own. I like getting to meet new people and he likes watching me get fucked by other men."
Your bluntness has his cheeks turning pink as he beams with amazement.
"So it's a kink?"
"I prefer the term alternative modern lifestyle," you smile mischievously at him. "Keeps the marriage spicy."
"I can imagine. And how's it work huh?"
"I go out, find a very attractive man," you explain glancing at his lips and making no effort to hide it. "We talk, drink, kiss and I take him home to fuck me in front of my husband."
"Seems simple enough" he smirks catching your glance at his lips. "How do you choose the man?"
"Consent is the most important factor, of course. If he's not alright with that, then everything stops. But I tend to gravitate towards those that are more pleasing to the eye."
"And are there candidates yet?"
"The night is still young. This is still my first drink and I'm already interviewing one," you reply with a cheeky smile.
"Oh, my. I am very flattered," he chuckles pretending to be surprised. "I'm very interested. Although I've never done anything like this before."
"You'd be surprised at how many have."
"I'm guessing a lot?"
"More than you think. Open relationships are becoming more and more common and accepted nowadays."
It hardly takes him any further convincing. You can tell by the way his legs and hips squirm in his seat he's turned on by the sole thought of it.
Moving to a more private table, you sit in the corner of the high-end bar sharing details about what you and your husband enjoy.
Anthony is up for anything. Just the thrill of fucking you in front of your husband already his dick leaking with anticipation.
The hardness in his pants is noticeable when you place your palm on his crotch after he tells you how big he is when you ask about his size.
Granted he is perfectly sized and thick, it doesn't change any of the plans you have for him.
You invite him to come back to the motel you're staying at under the guise you and your husband always go out of town for your escapades to avoid running into people you might work who wouldn't understand your lifestyle.
A sexual deviant himself, he knows just how well it is to have to hide your sexual fantasies and desires from others.
In the backseat of a taxi on the way to the motel, his lips are all over yours mauling yours as his head tilts to the side. His tongue wrestles for dominance between you. The thumb on the hand on your neck strokes your cheek.
His touch warms you from the inside. You can't let yourself give in, but it doesn't mean you can't enjoy it while you can.
You have to focus. This is our opportunity to get what you need.
Your hand glides down his chest under his leather jacket towards his crotch. With a firm unexpected squeeze to his cock, he moans into your mouth.
The driver can't help but glance at the rearview mirror, torn between stopping you from getting too heated and letting you go on to enjoy the show.
You palm Anthony's cock over his jeans. You have to admit, the man does have a nice size that makes your panties wet.
Reveling in your touch, his knees spread to invite you in as his torso adjusts to face the front.
"You like that, huh?"
"Can't wait to get my mouth around it."
"Why wait?" He smirks darkly.
Taking a glimpse at the driver, he immediately looks away and back to the road when your eyes meet his in the mirror.
You smirk back at Anthony as he unbuttons his jeans and pulls his cock out.
Lowering into the darkness of the backseat, you lean down to take it into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl around his tip to lap at his precum.
Anthony closes his eyes as his head dips backwards at the welcomed warmth of your mouth. With one arm stretched along the backseat, he uses the other to rest his hand against your bobbing head.
Too lost in the sensation, he doesn't notice or feel your hand sneaking into his pocket to steal his wallet.
The thrill of accomplishing your mission excites you enough to add a little more enthusiasm into the blowjob until the driver clears his throat to get your attention as the car rolls to a stop.
"We're here. That'll be 8.50."
"I got it" you say quickly to stop Anthony from looking for his wallet.
Taking a 10-dollar bill from your bra while Anthony tucks himself away, you hand the money to the driver and thank him telling him to keep the change.
Climbing out of the cab, you lead him to your room fumbling for your room key.
Anthony follows you inside and takes a look around. The room is nothing fancy as expected but it has a double bed which is all you need. Or so he thinks.
"My husband is on his way. He'll be here soon. Why don't you get comfortable while I freshen up real quick? I'll be just a minute."
You smirk sliding your hands up his chest to gently push at his black leather jacket.
“Don’t mind if I do,” he smirks down at you with lustful eyes.
As he shrugs off his jacket, you walk to the bathroom. While he takes his shoes off, you quickly race to the back wall of the bathroom to open the high shower window. You pop off the bug screen and let it fall to the ground. The collision makes an echoing noise and catches Anthony’s attention.
“Fuck,” you whisper to yourself.
Using the ledge of the dingy tub, you pull yourself up into the window and see-saw on the sill. You planned the escape; should’ve also planned the landing of it.
Your heart races when Anthony knocks on the locked door.
“Hey, sweetheart. Everything ok in there?” he questions growing suspicious.
Your legs flail in the air, knocking the shower rod and one of your high heels down. The clattering encourages him to throw his shoulder against the door to bust it open. Pushing yourself forward, you hold your arms out to soften the drop to the ground outside just as Anthony is able to break inside, catching a quick glimpse your feet just before they slip out of view.
“Hey! The fuck are you going?!” Anthony shouts bewildered as he pats his pockets for his phone and realizes his wallet is gone so he darts to the window, standing on his toes to pop his head outside.
It dawns on him that this is a set-up. Everything you told him was merely a lie to get him alone. And now he’s stuck in a run-down motel with no way to chase after you.
“Hey! Get back here, you little fucking thief!”
Giggling to yourself with his wallet in hand, you quickly limp toward the car you’d left in the alleyway behind the motel specifically for your get-away.
He tries to climb out through the window and, although he’s much better at it than you, you’re already speeding down the alleyway and onto the road when he stands up. He tries to run after you, but he knows his feet are no match to your car.
“Fuck!” he shouts angrily as he pants.
Standing in the alleyway, he quickly whips out the cellphone you thankfully managed to leave behind and types in the digits of your license plate in his digital notes before he can forget them.
Once they’re saved, he goes through his list of contacts which – unfortunately for you – is rather long and full of assorted figures. Some, which thanks to his night job in an underground sex club, happen to be people in powerful positions. Judges, lawyers, law enforcement. You name the job and he’s guaranteed to have someone of the area in his pocket.
Cashing in a favor with a sketchy local sergeant of the police department, Anthony asks him to notify him as soon as they get a hit on your plate. The sergeant doesn’t ask any questions. Anthony wouldn’t answer him with anything other than a threat of blackmail if he didn’t, but the less he knows, the better.
It takes a few days, but Anthony eventually gets a call informing of the car’s whereabouts and original owner. He’s not surprised to know it’s not you.
Assuming you live practically on the run, moving from motel to motel, he knows he has to act fact but still cautiously. There’s still quite a bit that he doesn’t know about you like if you work with any other parties or if you impose any danger. And if so, what level of danger could it be?
With a recently purchased gun tucked into the waistband of his jeans, he sets his helmet on and speeds off to the illegally given address. He lurks from a distance and waits until you finally leave the room.
He keeps his distance from you, but decided to stalk you as you go about your day, buying groceries and clothes with his money. There wasn’t much pocket money, but you were able to clone his cards and identity to cash up a couple thousand.
He could’ve stopped you and cancelled all his cards, filed an official report. But you’ve would known and been caught before he’s had the chance to make you pay. And a couple thousands aren’t going to cause a lot of financial troubles for him, thanks to his fairly wealthy income from the night job.
As you go about your day, you can’t shake the feeling that someone is onto you. You keep looking over your shoulder, but there’s no one there. No one that you notice, at least. But then again, you always get this feeling after a theft.
You head back to the motel where you’d left your car. After a theft gone right, you always opt to get around on foot with the most important things in your bag at the slightest sight of a cop. That way, if anyone is onto you, it could provide you some time to get away.
Assuring the motel is safe, you head to the room you’d paid to stay at for the night and unlock the door. But just as you open the door, you instantly feel cold metal press against the side of your head. Your groceries drop and scatter on the ground as you hold your hands up.
“Don’t get smart again. I found you once and I can find you again.”
You can’t see the face of the figure, but you can tell it’s a man and you’re almost certain who he is.
“Close the door and step away from it.”
You don’t have much of an option. Run away and he’ll find you again. Or worse, shoot you down in the parking lot of this crappy motel and that’s not how you want to die.
With your hands carefully raised, you slowly close the door with your foot and walk deeper into the room just as ordered. You keep your back turned to him as he locks the door and face him only after he says you can.
You don’t have much of an option. Run away and he’ll find you again. Or worse, shoot you down in the parking lot of this crappy motel and that’s not how you want to die.
With your hands carefully raised, you slowly close the door with your foot and walk deeper into the room just as ordered. You keep your back turned to him as he locks the door and face him only after he says you can.
The newfound power intoxicates him. It swells him with an authority that he's never felt before. You, on the other hand, are filled with fear. You try to play it cool to avoid letting him know that you're actually scared.
"I want my money and my documents back."
"I can give your documents back and all the copies I've made. But the money is already gone. I already spent it."
"Well, it seems like we got a bit of a predicament here, doesn't it?"
"I can pay you back, but it's gonna take some time."
"I don't have time," he lies. "I want it back now."
"I don't have any money now. Why do you think I do this?" You sigh. "Look, what if... I paid you back some other way?"
"What other way?"
You lower your hand to unbutton your white shirt and reveal your lacy bra.
"This is what you wanted in the first place, isn't it?"
His eyes lower from your face down to your chest. He stays silent, considering your offer but his gun stays aimed at you.
"It was.. it still is."
"So why don't you put that away and take what you want?"
A sly smirk grows on his lips. His eyes darken with a sudden and familiar lust that revisits his being.
"I'm gonna keep this, just in case." He stated walking over to sit on the bed, manspreading his legs as he keeps the gun pointed at you.
"C'mere. On your knees."
Glancing at the weapon, you take slow steps to approach him and kneel between his knees.
"You know what to do. You did it so well before. Don't be shy now."
You nod and raise your shaky hands to unbutton his jeans, pulling down his zipper.
Feeling the end of the barrel rest against the side of your head, you carefully release his dick from it's confine. It's not quite hard as before, but its getting there with you under his will.
You hold his dick up to take him into your mouth, lathering his member with your spit.
"Eyes up here, sweetheart."
His order is your command which you obey. You don't know what he's capable of and you don't want to find out.
Looking up at him, he relishes in the contrast of your teary eyes and dirty mouth full of his dick. He takes his free hand and threads his fingers into your hair, holding it back to keep it away from distracting you. How thoughtful, you think sarcastically.
Anthony's moans and groans fill the room as he breathes heavily, cock twitching with every bob of your head.
The grip on your hair tightens with every twitch. After forcing himself to the back of your throat, you buy yourself sometime to breath by licking up the backside of his heavy cock and swirling your tongue around his dome, putting your saliva pool against your plush lips.
"Fucking Christ" he groans deeply as he watches your mouth working its wonders, his angry cock throbbing with desire.
"Take them off" he orders nodding at your clothes.
Obeying his command, you slowly stand between his knees and unbutton your pants. He tisks as you move too fast.
“Slow… and turn around for me.”
You turn your back to him and slowly push your pants down, gliding your palms over your cheeks as you undress just to tease him a little. You figure you might as well enjoy it.
He smirks at the sight of your matching panties and admires how they perfectly hug your curves. As you bend forward to push your pants down to your ankles, he takes advantage of your position and trails the edge of his gun down the split of your cheeks.
Your body tenses at the touch of cold metal. You remind yourself to take calming breaths to keep yourself together.
“Nice fucking ass you got here, sweetheart,” he simpers, poking the barrel at your clothed cunt from behind. “Bet you got a cute pussy too…. Show me it.”
You gulp and lift your trembling hands to slide your panties down to reveal yourself to him. Although Anthony is undoubtedly attracted, you don’t trust him. The fact that your life is essentially in his hands is still in your mind. You comply to his orders, but you pray that he doesn’t hurt you too much. Not enough to be fatal at least.
“Atta girl.” He says removing the gun from between your legs. You quietly sigh in relief.
“Now come on over here.” Anthony stands behind you and presses the gun into your side.
“On the bed. Face down.”
Accepting your fate, you climb onto the mattress and lay on your front. Out of your view, you hear the jostling of his belt as he removes it with one hand and climbs on top of your legs to lock you in place. Setting the gun beside his foot, he takes the belt and tightens the leather tightly around your wrists.
You wince as the leather pinches your skin, but he doesn’t seem to care if it hurts you. You can feel his emotionless eyes on you, so you turn your head to the side to avoid look at him.
He climbs off of you and the bed, but he stays close. You try to zone out as you listen to him undress.
Walking around the bed now completely naked, he kneels down to pet your hair and wipes a tear from your cheek.
“Listen, sweetheart. I’m sorry for the scare. I’m not gonna kill you, alright? I’m not a monster.”
You nod looking up at him confused.
“I’m just gonna fuck you. Really, really hard. I think I deserve to get my money’s worth, right? Even you gotta agree with me on that.”
His words don’t exactly ease you, but the promise that he won’t shoot you dead is enough. After all, he doesn’t have to. It’s not like you can simply go to the cops to report him anyways.
“Ok,” you agree. “C-can you just please put the gun away?”
“I can do that. But don’t get smart. Deal?”
“Deal.”
He walks back around the bed and takes his gun to set it on the nightstand. You feel like you can finally breathe after what seemed like hours holding your breath.
You feel his weight on the mattress as it dips beside you again. He pulls you up by your arms and stands you on your knees.
“I want you to do something for me first. Sit on my face. Can you do that?”
You’re almost surprised by his request and the contact on your wrists as he unbuckles the belt, letting your wrists go just to bind them again but in front of you this time. He wants to…. pleasure you?
“I’ll make you cum if you’re a good girl.”
Once he’s on his back on the bed, you straddle his head carefully and lower your hips down to meet with his hungry mouth. With your ass spread by his hands, you lean forward to place your hands on his taut abs for balance.
You can’t hold back the moan you release as he licks a long-wet stripe from your hardening clit to your puckered ring of muscle. The hands that keep your cheeks apart squeezes into your flesh when his tongue begins its work on your pussy.
Anthony just can’t enough of you. Your taste is wonderfully delicious to him that he just has to fuck you with his tongue. And the position allows him to flick at your sensitive nub, making your walls slick.
“Jesus, fuck!” you gasp as he toys with your clit bringing you closer and closer to the brink. You’re so turned on although you feel like you shouldn’t be. He held you at gunpoint. This is wrong. So wrong, but it feels so fucking good.
His beard heightens the sensitivity between your legs as his nose pokes at your asshole. He pulls your hips down against his face harder, restricting himself of air.
“T-That feels so good!” you whine with tears prickling at your eyes feeling the pleasure snaps in waves throughout your body.
You’re not sure what comes over you, but you find yourself leaning forward to wrap your mouth around his cock again. The burning heat that bubbles from your core provoking yet another orgasm has you so hot for him that you need to suck him off.
He chuckles surprised by your sudden urge as he lifts your hips up to hiss out in pleasure. It doesn’t take him long to start thrusting his hips violently up, shoving his cock down your throat. He stops suddenly and pushes you off him, feeling himself close.
Shoving you onto your back, he spreads your legs and eagers aligns his dick with your hole before pushing himself into your wetness.
His hips relentlessly thrust against yours as he pounds you raw. The sounds of your wet cunt squelching around him make your cheeks warm as you realize how wet you really are for him.
The lecherous stare down at your body proves he’s getting closer. He pants as he watches your breast bouncing free from your bra. Eager to feel them, he stills and tear the bra in half to expose you completely.
He growls dipping his head to grope and maul at your breasts. Your skin burns with his prickly beard and rough teething kisses.
With one hand squeezing your breast, the other sneaks around your neck. He squeezes your neck and throat, choking you as he restricts your oxygen. His hips drill you into the mattress as you watch him, slowly losing your conscious.
Anthony looks like he’s been possessed by something else and it scares you a bit. You claw at his wrists as you feel the pressure in your head weighing heavy. Your eyes roll to the back of your head from the combination of pleasure and pain.
You gasp for air as he finally releases your neck and fills you with his heavy load, spilling into your pussy in hot ropes.
He pants as he eases his cock out and into you again, admiring how his cum trickles out from your hole and coats his cock.
“We’re gonna have a very long night.”
“Night?” you question. Could you even last a night with him?
“I told you. I want my money’s worth.”
He’ll make you sound like a robot if you don’t watch it. Titan Master Enemy! Original idea from @onyxstrike on a Transformers Discord of mine. Photo from Seibertron, digibashing done by me. I may expand on this concept a bit more!
HI SO APPARENTLY I DON’T KNOW HOW TO MAKE LINKS WORK
Enemy is an obscure-ish G1 Cassetticon, and his first official toy, via a retcon, is this voice changer thingy
So he’s like . a head . hehe The voice changer made you “Talk like a TRANSFORMER ROBOT”, so I’m pretending his Titan Master Power is like, voice disguising?
Also since I dunno how this works the idea was from @onyxstrike, which may be An Actual Clickable Thing this time.
He’ll make you sound like a robot if you don’t watch it.
Titan Master Enemy! Original idea from @onyxstrike on a Transformers Discord of mine. Photo from Seibertron, digibashing done by me. I may expand on this concept a bit more!
Today’s skele is: A Skeleton Archer from Minecraft
clank, clank, TWANG!