accurateakane - Tumblr blog

accurateakane · 2 months

Text

A/N: We made it to 3k less than a month after I reached 2k followers 🥺<3!!

I was genuinely not expecting this when I first made my account, but so far I've gotten so much support and I've met so many lovely people. I'm always reading your comments and reblogs, you mfs are hilarious JFEHJBFEHJB💕Onto the nasty sinful monkey sex now.

Synopsis: tired of working a dead-end job with no rewards, your childhood best friend offers you a job at his company, promising the stress levels are minimal and the pay is good. You accept with no second thoughts, not realizing you were tricked into becoming a stress relief toy for his men.

CW: humiliation, hard sex, gangbang, double vaginal, triple penetration, unsafe sex, creampie, 14 vs 1, cum swallowing, bukkake, spit kink, cockdrunk reader, deepthroat, handjobs, size kink, watersports.

Being a commander who saw his soldiers as family, Graves knew he always had to watch out for his men, reward them for their hard work and loyalty, and what better way to do that than with a sweet little thing like you? Their own personal stress relief toy, who was tricked into taking a job at the Shadow Company, yet so willing to please. So eager.

"You're enjoying this more than you should." He's teasing you, of course, yet his cocky expression does nothing to help the pooling warmth on your stomach. One of the shadows is sitting behind you, gloved hands hooked under your knees to keep your legs open while Graves grinded his clothed boner on your bare cunt, the fabric feeling almost painful if it wasn't for how wet you are.

"Maybe I am." You manage to reply, barely able to speak between whiny moans and soft gasps, his cock rubbing in all the right places, but the stimulation wasn't enough. No, he had been teasing you like this for the past 20 minutes, making his men watch as you became a putty mess in his hand. The shadows were men of discipline and self-control, keeping their hands folded politely behind their backs, ignoring their painful, throbbing cocks until their commander allowed them to use their brand new chew toy.

"I want you to know," He began, hand slipping under your chin firmly to force you to look up at him, hard cock rubbing faster up and down your cunt, pressing into you harder. "That I ain't playin' with you, Stray. My men will do anythin' I tell them to. Last chance to pull out." He warned and you shook your head no, his cocky smile growing even wider as his other hand went to squeeze your tit, looking for any signs of discomfort and much to his delight, seeing none.

"I can take it." The words are more of a reassurance to yourself, gaze drifting around the room and counting the men inside. 14, including Graves. You swallow thickly, nervous eyes drifting back to Graves, who simply raises an eyebrow in return, waiting for you to realize just how fucked up you are if you don't pull out.

"I can take it." You repeat, slowly believing the words more and more. He simply smiles and ruffles your hair affectionately, the same way he always did growing up.

"Attagirl." He pulled away from you and you can see the satisfaction in his eyes, knowing you'll do a good job for him. He nods to his men and they quickly get to work, hands groping you all over, long fingers entering your cunt roughly to the point you're becoming nothing but a whiny, whimpering mess. They're rough and impatient, your wrists being grabbed and forced onto their hard cocks until you're willingly jerking them off, hands barely able to wrap around their thick lengths. It's intimidating, yet so hot to be locked in a room full of hormonal, pent-up military men.

"On your knees." One of them commands, yet you're forced on your knees before you can even try to get up. Four cocks are in front of you and you begin sucking with no hesitation, eyes closing as you give into your role at the company. Your lips wrap around one of them, slowly taking him deeper until he gets too impatient and forces your head down to the base, the gagging noises your throat lets out simply making it feel better.

"Good girl." You don't even know who's praising you, but it's enough to give you the encouragement you needed, starting to bob your head up and down until you're pulled off the cock, a new one being shoved down your throat. They're using you— you know it, and you're letting them. You get passed around, tasting and sucking on different dicks while your hands keep themselves busy, deep moans and groans coming from above you. They get too impatient quick, the man you recognize as Oz wrapping his fingers on your hair, pulling on it until you willingly get up, throwing you into bed and opening your legs wide with brutal force. You look down, eyes widening as you see just jow thick he is.

"You said you could take it, ain't that right?" He uses your words against you, the tip of his cock rubbing up and down your folds, your head dropping back as a moan escapes your lips. That's all he needs for confirmation, hands firmly holding the curve of your waist before he buries his cock to the hilt in one thrust. A pained moan escapes your lips, eyebrows furrowing as your nails dig into his arm— the pretty, long acrylic nails Graves paid for earlier that day.

"Shit... S‐slow down, asshole." The way you struggle to take him is almost cute, a cocky smirk pulling on his lips as he shakes his head no once, holding onto you tighter while he slams in and out of you. You don't have much room to complain before another cock is being shoved into your face, your lips willingly wrapping around the tip, hollowing your cheeks while your tongue circles all over it. Your whiny moans are muffled as you slowly begin to suck more and more, the pleasure of being groped all over and being fucked good slowly getting rid of any hints of regret you may have.

"Fucking slut." Oz says, hand coming up to gently pinch and pull on your nipples while he fucks into you faster. All you can do is nod, tears dotting your eyelashes at the mix of pain and pleasure, using the cock in your mouth to cover up the embarrassing sounds escaping you from being a used like a whore. Your body is manhandled into another position, a different shadow underneath you who wastes no time on fucking into your cunt, filling you just as much as Oz was. Your hands are kept busy jerking off more cocks while your mouth is put into good use again, muffling the moan of protest that threatens to escape when you feel the tip of a dick teasing the entrance of your ass.

"Wait—" You manage to speak when the shadow takes his cock out of your throat to give you time to breathe, only to be interrupted by your throat being forced open again. You close your eyes tightly, trying your best to relax, the folds of your tight hole slowly being eased, the man is being surprisingly gentle for someone who holds so much power over you.

"Good girl." He praises softly, voice deep with desire, yet holding so much care. His hand gently caresses your ass as he bottoms out, giving you time to adjust before his hands rest on your waist, pulling you up and down his cock, the thin layer of skin diving your ass and cunt making the pleasure even greater. It doesn't take much before you're willingly slamming your hips down, moving in your own pace and fucking yourself into the big cocks inside you like a greedy whore, too eager to wait.

"Lovely girl, ain't she?" You can recognize Grave's voice, choosing to ignore it for now as you simply focus on feeling good. It doesn't take long until the men are taking turns with you, wet cunt leaking everywhere, yet none of them seem to care. You wince as you feel a second cock on the entrance of your pussy, nervous, yet eager to please. You don't even have to lift your head to know whose cock it is— fucking Phillip Graves. The man who got you into this situation on the first place... which you're now glad happened.

He's surprisingly gentle as he squeezes his cock into your airtight hole, the pain of the stretch only being overpowered by the feeling of a cock slamming back into your throat, nose hitting dark, curly pubes every single time the masked man makes you deepthroat him. Your whiny moans are mixed in with the lewd, wet sounds of your holes being used and abused. You lost count of how many times you were filled, mind too hazy from all the overstimulation, yet you can register the door closing behind them, leaving you alone with Graves.

''Attagirl.'' He praises, his hand running down the length of your sweaty hair as his soft cock settles into your cum-stained lips, half-lidded eyes looking up at him with curiosity. Your mouth is suddenly filled with a warm liquid and you swallow without thinking about it, eyes closing once he's done pissing into your slutty mouth. He slowly pulls out, putting his cock back in his pants and admiring the mess his men did of your body, covered in cum and small bruises from their strong hold when they were fucking you.

''I got another job for ya. Ever heard of the 141?''

1K notes · View notes

accurateakane · 2 months

Text

𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚙.𝟷

⌦ genre: smut

⌦ pairing: pink guards x fem!reader, square guards x fem!reader, triangle guards x fem!reader

⌦ summary: in the words of the lovely anon who sent this ask, you get a train ran on you by the pink jelly beans ┬┴┬┴┤ ͜ʖ ͡°) ├┬┴┬┴

⌦ requested: yes, combined requests

⌦ WARNINGS: voyeurism, unprotected sex, hair pulling, spanking, rough sex, gangbang, creampie, cum swallowing, cum on body/face, whew uhm what else, dubious consent at first, sevensome?, choking, mask kink, voice kink, gagging, a lot of kinks, fingering, oral sex (m.receiving), masks stay ON during sex, sir kink?, sub!reader, dom!guards, kinda cuckholding

⌦ word count: 3,866

⌦ 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

MINORS DNI PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE REMEMBER, THERE ARE WARNINGS AND A KEEP READING FOR A REASON. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THESE KIND OF FICS PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE READING. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN ACTIONS!

you were laying on your stomach on the sandy floor, feet swinging in the air as you concentrated on carving the last bit of your triangle.

"yes!" you squealed quietly as you quickly got onto your knees, holding up the neatly carved triangle with a proud little smile to show the guard standing above you that you had done it without breaking the honeycomb.

the triangle guard stared down at you on your knees in front of him, your big doe eyes sparkling happily as you survived another game. not that you knew they would never allow you to get hurt.

"player 444, pass."

you got to your feet, leaving the honeycomb triangle in the metal tin as you dusted yourself off, the triangle guards gaze staying firmly locked on you as it had been the whole game.

you looked at where you assume the guards eyes would be as he continued to stare at you in silence for a couple more seconds before promptly turning on his heels and stomping off towards the big door as you stared after him, a little confused as to why he stared at you for so long, before you quickly scampered after him.

as he lead you back to what you assumed was the players sleeping quarters, a square guard joined you walking very close behind you so you were sandwiched in between the two pink guards.

the brightly coloured halls gave you a headache as you walked along with your hands in your pockets. if you ever get out of here, you swore you were never going to look at another shade of pink for as long as you shall live.

you were knocked out of your thoughts as the triangle guard stopped suddenly in front of you, causing you to run into his back. the square guard behind you stopped as well, the front his body an inch away from your back.

"turn left." the triangle guards deep voice rumbled out, body moving again to take a sharp left which led into a long, narrow hallway. you moved away from the heat of the square guard behind you, sluggishly turning left and following the triangle guard as he lead you down the hallway, the square guard still walking too close to you.

"uhm, where are we going if i may asks, uh sirs? did i do something wrong?" you asked nervously, you were pretty sure by now that they weren't leading you back to the players dorms, as the hallways weren't filled with the bright pink you hate anymore instead a dark grey covered the walls.

as always, you were met with dead silence from the two guards who continued to lead you through doors and hallways. of course they wouldn't respond, why did you even bother?

the nerves continued to rise within you as you approached a door, the triangle guard in front of you opening the door and holding it open for you and the square guard following behind you to enter.

walking slowly into the room, you looked around only to see a large soft looking bed stood in the middle of the room, the only other things in the room a large 5 person couch and a mini fridge filled with who knows what.

the slam of the door behind you made you jump slightly, quickly turning around to face the tall guards stood in front of you staring intently at you through their masks.

"u-um, i don't know if i did something wrong, if i did i'm so so sorry! please don't kill me!" you squeaked out, nervously playing with your fingers as they continued to stand there staring at you with their guns strapped to their chests.

fuck, you thought to yourself, oh god, oh god what did i do. the thoughts raced through your head, trying to remember what you did wrong, if you even did do anything wrong. what if that's not the reason they brought you here? you cant remember doing anything wrong, you played by the rules as far as you can remember so what-wait.

your gaze slowly lifted up from the floor, looking towards the large bed in the room. no, surely not. they wouldn't bring you here to do that, would they?

you felt a blush rise on your face because, honestly, you wouldn't mind it if they did bring you here to do that.

your gaze returned to the two guards still standing right in front of the door, as though they thought you might try to escape. they were still staring at you as they had been the whole time. should you say something?

just as you opened your mouth to ask what they brought you here for the door gets slammed open, four more pink guards loudly walking through the door which was slammed closed as the last guard entered the room.

you looked around at all of them, noting that there were now two square guards and four triangle guards standing before you. great, now you have six pairs of eyes just staring at you.

"what's going on?" you asked timidly, "i really don't understand why you brought me here, i'm sorry if i did somethi-"

"undress." came the low command of the square guard who escorted you here.

"huh?!" you stared at the guard in disbelief, not sure if you were hearing him correctly. maybe his mask was muffling his voice and he actually said arrest? are you under arrest, perhaps?

"i said, undress. i will not repeat myself again." okay, so you're not under arrest. that's good to know. you could feel your face flushing as you processed his blunt demand.

i mean, it's not that your opposed to the idea, but what if this was a trick? it could be some sort of game. but what will they do if you don't get undressed? kill you and go find another person?

"now." you jumped at the loud, deep voice of the new square guard as he snapped at you, impatience coating his voice as you were taking to long to follow their commands.

fuck it, you thought, deciding to just follow their demands. i mean, what's the worst that could happen. either you have an orgy or you die, it's not really that different from the games if you think about it.

you kicked your shoes off as you slowly slid your teal jacket down your arms, letting it pool around your feet as you quickly slid off your loose white t-shirt, it landing on the floor next to your jacket. last to go was your teal sweatpants, the fabric bunched up at your hips as you grabbed the sides and slid the sweatpants down your smooth legs.

kicking the sweatpants away from your feet, you stood there shyly in your white bra and cotton panties as the guards ogled you in silence.

you shifted uncomfortably as a deep grunt was heard throughout the room, one of the square guards walking towards you until he was one step away, his large hand coming out to pull back the strap on your bra, a soft whimper leaving you as the sound of it snapping back against your shoulder echoed through the room.

"take it all off." his deep voice rumbled out, a gloved hand smoothing across your shoulder and down your arm before returning to his side and taking a step back. it was an oddly loving gesture, one that you welcomed to be honest.

you hesitated as you went to unclip your bra, still a little unsure and nervous. you took a deep breath to dispel the nerves as you shakily unhooked your bra, throwing it to the side and quickly moving to slid your panties from your hips and down your legs before you chickened out.

your eyes were focused on the soft carpet, to embarrassed to look up at the six men standing before you.

multiple low groans were heard throughout the room as you heard some shuffling among the men, low footsteps coming towards you before you saw a pair of pristine black boots standing toe to toe with your small sock covered feet.

"look up, little one." a glove covered finger was placed under your chin, tilting your head up so your eyes connected with the square on his mask.

"there we go, look at you pretty girl." the second tall square guard said lowly in his smooth, deep voice. his hand moved to cradle your face as his thumb rubbed gently against your bottom lip. your eyes fluttered as you gazed up at him through your long eyelashes.

a soft whimper escaped your mouth as his hand slowly slid down, lightly wrapping around your small neck before sliding down your chest to gently cup your tits, squeezing the soft flesh and pinching your hard nipples roughly.

as the square guard played with your boobs, the other square guard moved behind you, hands now gloveless to expose his large veiny hand, cupping your pussy from behind.

you squealed loudly at the sudden foreign feeling, hand gripping onto the triangle guards wrist as he rubbed three fingers roughly against your clit. he only did this for a second before all hands were gone from your body.

"ah!" you yelped as you were suddenly lifted up onto someone's shoulder, the world turning upside down as you felt yourself be carried for a couple steps before being tossed onto the fluffy bed. you bounced a few times as you landed on your butt, trying to stabilise yourself so you wouldn't bounce off of the bed.

when you stop bouncing and managed to stabilise yourself, you looked up to find yourself surrounded by six hungry guards. they kept their unwavering gaze on you as they all quickly rushed to rid themselves of their pink uniform, some stumbling around in their lust filled haze.

your eyes widened as the two square guards started slowly crawling onto the bed, advancing on you like you were their prey. you kinda were funnily enough, not that you minded in the least.

they all found their places, one square guard resting behind you as your head laid in his lap, the other square guard crawled between your spread legs, resting on his knees as he looked down at you sprawled underneath him. the four triangle guards settled on the couch, watching patiently for now as their superiors wrecked you.

you felt your hair get moved to the side as the square guard whose lap you were laid on looked down at you. you turned your head a bit only to be faced with his long, incredibly hard cock.

the need to feel his pretty cock in your mouth overwhelmed you so you leaned forward, hand reaching up to grip his shaft as you gave his tip a kiss while looking up at him with hazy eyes. his hips bucked up slightly, a hitched breath heard from underneath his mask.

"what a good girl, huh? knew we choose you for a reason, you've been so, so good for us. gotta give our girl a reward for being so well behaved," the praise made you whine happily as you suckled at the guards cock, making him let out a long groan while his hand worked your hair into a makeshift ponytail to hold onto as you sucked his cock.

hands gripped the underside of your knees, spreading your legs wider as you were sprawled out on your back underneath them. it was kind of intimidating actually, being surrounded by six hot as hell men, not exactly knowing why this was happening but not really caring either.

"is it alright if i fuck your tight little cunt, little one?" the guard hovering over you asked, voice husky with lust.

you moaned around the cock in your mouth as you felt a finger side through your silky folds, your wetness gathering on the square guards long, slim fingers. you eagerly nodded your head as best as you could, apparently a bit too eagerly as chuckles erupted around the room.

a sharp smack to your inner thigh made you cry out, your hips bucking up at the pain.

"words, pretty girl." you pulled yourself off of the square guards leaking cock, giving the tip one last kiss with your swollen, red lips.

"yes, please fuck me sir! want it so bad!" you whined with a pout, glazed over eyes looking up at the square guard above you, begging him to fuck you.

he paused his movements for a second, just wanting to admire you as you laid spread out for them. finally after watching and waiting this whole time, they have you.

"i know you do, little one. don't you worry, we've got you. we're gonna make you feel so good sweet girl." he assured you in his distorted voice, fingers slowly sliding into your already soaked pussy, moving in and out of you as his other hand rubbed figure 8's onto your swollen nub.

it felt so good as one of your hands gripped onto one of the square guards firm thighs, fingers digging into the smooth skin as the square guards fingers moved faster inside of you.

you couldn't help the loud moans escaping from you, admittedly not having had many sexual encounters and the ones you have had not feeling anywhere near as good as this. the sound of your squelching pussy filled the otherwise silent room, all the guards transfixed on the way your tight pussy is swallowing up the guards long fingers.

all the triangle guards were stroking their cocks as they watched you get pleased, you noticed. were they only allowed to watch, not touch?

you couldn't dwell on it for long as you felt the fingers inside of you give a few last harsh thrusts before pulling out and bringing his fingers soaked in your juices up to your lips, tapping them against your swollen lips as you opened them, allowing his fingers to slip inside your mouth and sucking your juices off of his fingers with a moan. all the while you stared at the square on his mask, the square that signified his superiority.

"good girl." he uttered lowly, pushing his fingers deep into your throat making you gag before pulling them out, his fingers dripping with your spit as he gripped his aching cock, spreading your spit all over his cock.

the square guard who's lap your head was currently resting on was softly ranking a hand through your hair, cock still hard as a rock resting next to your head though going unattended to as of right now, all the attention on you as the men hungrily watched as the square guard tapped his leaking, bare cock onto your clit, making your body twitch and let out a long breathy whine.

"p-please fuck me sir, please! i wanna feel your big cock in me so bad." you almost cried out, needing to feel him in you or you swore you were going to cry.

a long, deep moan came from the square guard as he slowly sunk into you, finally feeling your tight pussy cling onto him after what felt like so long. you let out a loud, pornographic moan as you felt him split you open, legs being tightly held in place as you buried your face into the thigh of the guard your head was resting on.

he paused once he was fully buried inside your pussy, letting you adjust to him as you both got used to the feeling. meanwhile, the triangle guards on the couch watched eagerly as you were stuffed full of their superiors big cock, eyes squeezed shut as you bit your lip hard. you were so cute, so beautiful.

"a-ah, fuck! ah, ah ah!" left your mouth in breathy whimpers, body moving back and forth along the black silk sheets as he started to fuck his cock into you.

"look at your pussy taking my cock so well, why don't you suck his cock little one? teasing him with your face so close to his cock, tut tut tut, very mean of you pretty girl." the guard fucking you grunted out, thrusts getting faster and rougher as his hands gripped under your knees, propping your legs up on his shoulders as he fucked you vigorously.

a hand roughly turned your face towards the cock twitching with anticipation, standing up to attention right next to your face. a shaky hand reached up to stroke the guards cock as you gathered the spit in your mouth, slowly letting it dribble from your mouth down onto his cock before eagerly taking half of his cock in your throat as spit and pre come gathered at his base.

you moaned around his cock as the square guard fucked you into the mattress, the vibrations making the square guard who's cock you were sucking groan loudly in pleasure, hips bucking wildly into your mouth as he grabbed your hair bobbing your head up and down his cock as you tried not to gag around his dick.

"fuck, her pussy is so tight, u-uh! too bad you can't feel it yet, right guys?" the square guards laughed at the triangle guards, who were still sitting patiently on the large couch, either enjoying the way your face was getting sloppily fucked or glued to the way your stomach bulged from the huge cock fucking you dumb.

"her mouth is fucking heaven, too. she really knows how to suck a cock." they talked as if you weren't there and it made your pussy throb, tingles spreading throughout your body as you could feel your orgasm approaching.

you continued to deep throat the guards cock as continuous moans left your mouth, one hand moving up to jerk the base of his cock as you bobbed up and down. a grunt followed by a thump was heard above you, what you assumed was him throwing his head back against the wall in pleasure.

"are you going to cum baby girl? i can feel you tightening around my cock like a whore, huh?" he mocked, fucking you harder and harder as he hit your g-spot. you could feel it growing within you, about to explode as you sobbed around the cock you were choking on.

just as your high was about to hit you, the guard pulled his cock out of your contracting walls, making you whine pathetically as your hips tried to follow his.

"oh, sweet girl. you poor, poor thing. you just want to cum, huh? don't worry i'll make you cum little one." they laughed at your cries, hands gripping your hips flipping you around so you were on all fours, knees spread wide as your ass was perched high in the air, elbows holding your upper half up.

a hand gripped your hair, holding it in a make do ponytail as he guided his cock right back into your mouth. the square guards cock repeatedly hit the back of your throat as he bobbed your head for you, gags now freely leaving your mouth as you sucked his big dick.

suddenly, you felt a sharp sting on your ass, head moving to try and look but the hand in your hair held you firmly on the guards cock. another loud smack landed on your ass, this time you moaned as you welcomed the pain, pushing your ass higher in the air expectantly waiting for more.

"she likes that, yah!" the guards exclaimed incredulously, amazed by how much you truly seemed to enjoy it., "look how much she likes it! our little whore." as the third slap arrived on your ass, the square guard quickly shoved his cock in your soaking pussy, an almost scream like moan escaping from you against your will.

you were getting fucked on both ends, one cock relentlessly fucking you from behind, balls slapping against your clit as the other made you gag on his cock, spit and precum mixed across his toned lower stomach making it shine prettily.

you could feel your orgasm fast approaching, having been oh so rudely ripped away from you before. the euphoric feeling kept building, heightened by the sound of the grunts and groans the guards were letting out as they fucked you.

a loud, long moan left you as the tip of the square guards cock hit your g-spot over and over, barley about to process the cock in your mouth let alone suck it on your own. that's all right though he's fine with doing all the work as long as your throat is wrapped snuggly around him.

both of the men's thrusts were getting sloppier they fucked you from both ends, hands gripping onto you tightening as their pace grew desperate.

"cum for us baby girl, c'mon. cum on my cock, milk it." the guard fucking you moans out, chest collapsing onto your back as his arms wrapped around your waist, thrusting sharply into you as one hand reached down to pinch your swollen clit.

that did it for you as the dam inside you snapped, walls tightening around the big cock in you as white hot pleasure filled your every vein, screaming out in ecstasy around the cock in your throat.

"ohhh fuuck, " one of the guards groaned out, you had no idea which at this point, to far into your high to care. your orgasm triggered both of the guards orgasms, cum filling your pussy and mouth as you all came together.

you happily swallowed all of the cum filling your mouth, cleaning off any remaining cum with a few wide licks to his softening cock before a finger tilted your chin to make you look up at the panting square guard above you, thumb pulling your mouth open to make sure you swallowed all of him. "good girl." his voiced rumbled out, large hand giving your small cheek a soft pat.

heavy breaths breaths filled the space as you felt the square guard behind you slumped over your back, breathing heavily as he calmed down from his intense orgasm. once he caught his breath, he straightened his back to look down at where your bodies were connected, slowly pulling his softening cock out of your cum filled pussy, watching as his cum ran out of your swollen, abused hole and down your smooth thighs. fuck, what a sight.

slumping down, you tiredly rested your head on the guards thick thighs underneath you, your body collapsing down onto the bed as you closed your eyes contently.

"uh, uh, uh little one," a sudden voice ripped you out of your after-sex bubble, along with a harsh pinch to your red ass, "don't forget about the guys over there, ah? they've been so good, watching you get fucked dumb by their superiors. they deserve a reward, don't you think?"

you blearily glanced at the four triangle guards watching intently from the sofa, hard cocks leaking against their stomachs, as if awaiting instructions. as fucked out as you were, you were more than eager to please them. since when is one orgasm enough, anyway?

a/n: so i was gonna put everything in this one fic but it was waaayy too long so i'm splitting it into a two part fic, the next part will be the triangle guards running a train okayyyyyy i hope yall enjoy this is filthy, we are filthy and so is the next part i really hope you enjoy

TAGS: if you would like to be tagged in any of my fics please leave a comment, ask or message me

@reineyskies, @dorkieluca, @sunniedaeee, @heartsarecompatible, @anicega, @god-is-a-homosexual,

3K notes · View notes

accurateakane · 2 months

Note

Do you do 141 x reader? Like the uh two gangbang ones? I am a horni fuck for those ones

I do! In fact, I have more than two... Here are some of my wares:

The False Alarm (141+Keller+Vargas)

The Dealer's Choice (141)

He Shows You Off (141)

They Help You Practice (141)

Thank you for the ask! ✌️🩷

351 notes · View notes

accurateakane · 2 months

Note

THE HACKER AND HIS TEAM X READER GANG BANG PLEASE

The Hacker ft. His Former Team x Reader- Bad Things (NSFW)

Authors Note: I was in the mood to write for one of my first OCs that I made and his former team, and saw that I do have a request into my ask box for something along this, so here is some good ol' gang bang darkness.

Warnings: 18+ very explicit... contains stalking, DIRTY TALK, non-con, name-calling, degrading and slight humiliation, orgasm denial, knife-play, pain-play, rough blowjob, pierced cocks, edging, home-invasion, gang-bang

Words: 4.1k

It was dangerous, you were very aware of all the dangers you could be exposed to, but sometimes curiosity and the unknown were always sparking an interest into the human brain and that's what made you adventure yourself into the darkest corners of the cyber world known as the internet... The DARK WEB.

When you access the dark web, you're not surfing the interconnected servers you regularly interact with. Instead, everything stays internal on the Tor network, which provides security and privacy to everyone equally. Worth noting: Dark web website addresses end with . onion instead of the surface web's .com

Of course, the security wasn't 100% safe, because there was always a possibility of someone breaking through that firewall and exposing you completely. Despite all these risks, in the present you were sitting at your desk in front of your computer, surfing through all the encrypted sites and links, your eyes taking in as much information as you could.

At first, you were completely disgusted by what you found; porngore, drug, and weapon stores, disturbing communities with criminals like rapists, pedophiles, cannibals, and the list can go on. You simply weren't fazed by all of this anymore.

Even when you got a message five days ago. It was simply anonymous: WE ARE WATCHING YOU.

You told your friends about it and they advised you to quite this journey into the unknown, but the need to get deeper was too big and you continued, unaware of what was lurking through all the HTML codes.

Eyes glued on the screen, fingertips typing on the keyboard, you stopped to take a sip of your coffee, despite being almost midnight. You slept through the first part of the day and had college classes during the afternoon and sleep didn't seem like something that would tug you on, but the computer sure did, it was luring you in.

You were currently on a chatting site on dark web, random people that you didn't know and they didn't know you either. Talking is completely anonymous and that was the best part, you could talk freely about anything without people thinking you were weird or a freak.

The next random which you were logged on to chat had the nickname 'PurpleRain' and you found it a little strange, never seeing a nickname like this one, but it was better than the last one 'BigDick20'.

PurpleRain: Hey there.

You: Hey. How are you?

You decided to start the conversation all classical.

PurpleRain: Bored out of my mind. What are you looking for here?

You: Just chatting.

PurpleRain: Just chatting. I highly doubt it. You don't go on dark web just to... chat.

You raised a brow, taking a sip of your coffee and bitting on your lower lip. This random seemed to be the blunt kind and not necessarily into the 'Want to see my dick' kind of blunt.

You: Am I not allowed to surf the dark web?

PurpleRain: Never said that, dollface.

You: Dollface? Never been called that one before.

You decided to play his game, guessing this random was a male and a flirt by the pet name he called you.

PurpleRain: Maybe because you haven't encountered men like me.

You: Men like you? And how are men like you if you may tell me.

PurpleRain: A polite one? That's new... Men like me.... Men like me that will have your knees bend over your shoulders.

Your eyes widened as you read his reply, feeling your cheeks heat up at his straightforwardness, which wasn't necessarily nasty to say so, more like very nerve-breaking, giving you the shivers, the good kind. Maybe it was also the fact you've been kind of lonely for the past three months, with college, working, and just spending time on your computer, a relationship or any hook-ups were kind of out of a prime worry.

PurpleRain: Cat got your tongue?

Shaking, your head, you tried to come down back from your shock and thought of what to type.

You: No. I just didn't expect that answer.

PurpleRain: Heh... Then what did you expect? For me to kiss down your jawline and neck? To fist your pretty (hair colors and length) into my hand as I take you from behind, doll?

You felt your blush getting deeper at another obscene reply, but re-reading it again, your brows furrowed and you felt your gut twist. How did he know how your hair looked like. There was absolutely no picture with you, this site didn't even require you to create an account. After five minutes of debating if you should ask him how he knew, you decided not to chicken out, but he did before you could even start typing on the keyboard.

PurpleRain: Wondering how I know how you look, dollface?

You: Who are you?

You felt fear and anxiety course through your veins, your eyes averting to the window, the curtains covering it and your ears perked up for any sound, getting paranoid with each minute passing as you waited for this person to reply.

PurpleRain: The question should be.... Who we are.

At that reply, you got up from the chair at your desk, pulling the curtains and looking out the window, scanning the street for any dubious person that might scream danger, but none was outside. The sound of receiving a message meets your ears, but it wasn't from your computer, but from your phone in the pocket of your shorts.

Swallowing hard, you pulled the phone out, unlocking it and seeing a message from UNKNOWN.

'You look cute when you are scared, sugar.'

Hands trembling as you read it, you quickly bolted downstairs, almost tripping from how your legs were feeling like jelly. Checking the front door, it was locked and so was the back one, the security system you and your roommates bought and installed was functional and there was no clue that someone might have broken inside.

You jumped up as another message was delivered on your phone, your eyes looking at the screen.

'You call that a security system, doll? Couldn't buy a cheaper one?'

Tears formed at the corners of your eyes, your bare feet taking steps back away from the front door and into the entrance of the living room, only to bump into something.... no... someone. You stopped dead in your tracks, afraid to even turn around and see who it was. Slowly, you looked over your shoulder and up; definitely, a man, very tall, dressed in dark clothes, a hood covering his head, and a purple neon mask on his face.

Dropping your phone, you took off into a sprint, only for the stinging pain on your scalp to make you stop and his, the man's gloved hand fisting your hair so hard you were afraid he was gonna rip your scalp off.

"Let me go!" you screamed, the instinct to fight kicking in and you did so, trying to kick backward on his shins, but he wasn't having none of it, because the next second he slammed your head straight against the wall; one, two and a third time making you all dizzy and see black spots in front of you, your current support his hand still fisting your hair and his arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you flush against his warm body.

A dark chuckle meets your ears, his hands squeezing at the side of your waist, his cold neon-lit mask brushing against the side of your head, all his touches being too intimate and making you fear the worst, even with blood slowly dripping down your forehead from where he slammed you into the wall.

"You're a feisty one, huh? Even better... They are the most entertaining." he cooed, his voice husky and has a dark edge that made you whimper and closes your eyes, praying that this was only a nightmare.

"They sure are." another male voice made you open your eyes, seeing another male, his clothes similar to the one who was holding you, the same mask, only this one had green lights. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his broad chest, looking as laid-back as ever, like this was a completely normal occurrence.

You started to struggle more, afraid of being surrounded, not by one, but by two deranged men. The feeling of something cold pressing under your chin, made you freeze.

"Stop struggling so much or I will slit your throat and fuck it like that." the purple masked one growled into your ear, holding the cold steel against your skin, pressing a bit more to make his point.

"Don't kill her now... They are no fun if they are dead." another unfamiliar voice spoke, not the purple one, not the green one. From the corner of your eyes, you saw another male sitting in one of the armchairs of your living room, the same mask, but the red lights were the only distinctive features from the other two men.

This one was holding an AK-47 into his hands, gun holsters strapped on each side of his thighs, along with two bandolier bullet belts strapped into an X on his torso.

"W-What?" you choked out, looking between the three males without moving your neck, afraid the purple one won't hesitate to cut your neck.

"What's the matter, dollface? I thought you were.... intrigued by these type of things." a fourth voice, spoke and your gaze locked with the fourth male, this one having the lights of the mask blue, standing at the entrance of the living room with his arms crossed over his chest, this one giving off the biggest authority vibes from all the males into the room.

"W-Who are y-you?" you managed to ask, making the blue one tilt his head to the side, chuckling amused by your scared expression.

"The ones who are gonna fuck up that pretty face of yours if you're not gonna be a good girl." the blue one replied, the other three chuckling into the background, finding amusement by their leaders' words.

The Blue one started to walk towards you, slow and all relaxed, like he had all the time into the world. Stopping in front of you, his gloved hand moved up to cup your chin, the blade still pressed against your carotid artery just in case you decided to rebel.

"You're gonna be a good little girl for us, riiiiiiight?" he purred, his fingertips digging into your cheeks, making your mouth be pulled into a forced pout, your eyes looking like a scared doe into where his eyes were behind the mask, the blue neon lights blinding you.

"Well? What's going to be?" the purple one spoke from behind you, pressing his front against your ass, letting you feel the big bulge formed at the front of his pants.

You didn't have to be a master genius to know what this group of masked disturbed men wanted from you and you had an even better idea of what they would do to you if you wouldn't cooperate. You tried to form words, but nothing came out, your eyes averting on the floorboards, seeing his black converse that had some dark red spots on them. You could tell it was blood and that only made your gut twist more.

A gasp and silent cry left you as your cheek stung from a harsh slap, skin tingling from the contact of the masked blue's leather-gloved hand.

"I asked you a question, whore... I hate to repeat myself." The blue one hissed, grabbing your jaw tightly to the point you were sure he could break it.

"S-Sorry!" you cried out, tears forming at the corners of your eyes, running down your red-colored cheeks, and that only made all men chuckle, amused by the pain and fear you displayed.

"Awwww.... Hacker.... You're hurting her." the green one cooed mockingly.

So the blue masked one was named or better said nicknamed Hacker.

"That happens to skanks that think they are all better than others just because they flash their tits out." the Hacker snapped, looking at the green one who snickered.

A pathetic whimper left you, making the Hacker turn his head back to your face, his neon-lit mask inching towards yours, the plastic nose of the mask brushing against yours.

"When we are done with you, you will be a motherfucking star, baby doll." he sadistically whispered, letting go of your jaw roughly, making you scoot closer towards the one behind you, feeling his chest rumble with a chuckle.

"On your knees." the Hacker snarled lowly, the purple masked one pulling away from you, the cold blade disappearing from your neck, your eyes looking at the four men, who stalked all around you, making you feel like a caged deer, surrounded by predators who would pounce on you at any moment.

"You really wanna test us?" the red one snapped, loading up his AK-47, the metal sound making you shiver in fear, tear-filled eyes looking all wide at him, who pointed the gun in your direction and you didn't felt like having a bullet run through your skull tonight, so with anxious movements, you got on your knees, looking up at the Hacker, who started to unbuckle his belt and the sound of the zipper being undone made you gulp down, preparing yourself for what was to come.

The blue masked psychopath pulled his cock out, making your anxiety grow and your thighs tremble; he was definitely not average in size, and Prince Albert piercing on the tip of his cock made a surge of heat form into the pit of your belly, never seeing one in real life... until now.

"Like what you see, baby girl?... Now, pucker up for Daddy." he said, his voice leaving no room for arguing and you did just dad, your lips puckering like you were ready to kiss.

The Hacker stepped towards you, rubbing the pierced tip over your lips, coating them into precum, the mix of the hot precum and cold surgical jewelry made your pussy clench and you felt shame flood through you.

"Open wide and if I feel teeth I am gonna knock them all out and stick them up to your ass." he warned out, pushing against your closed lips, who parted to welcome the hot length.

"Eyes on me... I want everyone to see what pretty eyes you have when you suck my cock." the Hacker said, making your brows furrow in confusion and dread.

Everyone?

To see?

What did he mean by that?

Before you could ask yourself any more questions, you let out a choked gasp as he pushed the pierced cock all the way down your throat, your hands flying to grasp his hips, trying to push him away and you tried your best not to bite him, remembering his threat.

"Relaaaax... Don't act like you never deepthroated a cock before." the Hacker growled, pulling almost all the way from your mouth only to push his length down again, your eyes coated by tears and your lungs burning, the need to breath was getting more and more urgent with each thrust he pushed, using your throat as his fleshlight.

Finally, the blue masked sadist pulled his cock away from your mouth completely, only to slap you across the face with the drool-coated cock, making you whimper and look at him like a deer caught in the headlights.

"What a pretty face for such a filthy fucking slut... Don't act like you don't like it... Acting all innocent when you surf the internet for the most fucked-up shit ever." the Hacker said with a dark chuckle, making you look away, only to see the other three with their cocks out, stroking them.

"We wanna do bad things to you, puttana." The red one snarled, his gloved hand leaving his cock, only to fist your hair and drag you like a ragdoll towards the kitchen, slamming you face-first into the kitchen counter, your cries and whimpers echoing into the house.

You cursed yourself for not leaving like the rest of your roommates for the weekend. If only you would have left, you wouldn't be here... Surrounded by these psychopaths... by these criminals.

A gasp left your swollen lips as you felt your shorts and panties being roughly tugged to your ankles and the feeling of something cold pressing against your heat. You were afraid to even look over your shoulder at what the red masked one was doing.

"Jeez... Red... You always have to include your guns... Make sure you don't blow up her pussy for real." the purple masked one's voice spoke with sick amusement and the thought of the one named Red, shooting a real bullet through your most private parts, made you tremble.

"No harsh movements, ragazza... Or I might press the trigger accidentally and I rather think you would prefer my cum than my bullets." Red whispered close to your ear, starting to push the muzzle of the gun past your pussy lips and inside your slick heat.

You tried your best to stop any sounds from coming, but a moan left you and you hid your face on your forearms.

"She is wet... needy little bitch." the voice of the green one cooed, looking over your forearms to see him trace his gloved fingertips down your spine, a loud gasp leaving you as Red pushed more of the gun inside you, the coldness and hardness only adding to the forbidden pleasure.

You should feel sick, disgusted, repulsed, but deep down everything that was happening to you, made your toes curl and the coil into your guts tighten.

"You love all this attention on you, don't you.... [Name]?" the Hackers voice resounded from further behind you.

"Ohh... She sure does.... Look at that... Her inner thighs are glistening with her juices." the purple one said in a husky voice, feeling what you guessed were his fingers collecting the sweet nectar from your skin, pushing said fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself and the leather of his gloves, your eyes looking up to see the purple lights that decorated his mask.

"Suck them for Daddy or else.... we might have a fucking problem." he growled, pressing the pads of his fingers against your tongue and you shyly sucked on them, feeling your whole face heat up, moaning and whimpering as Red continued to push the muzzle of his AK-47 in and out of your slippery cunt.

A relieved gasp left your lips as you felt all men leave your body, shivering from their actions and preparing yourself for what was next.

"I wanna go first." the purple one quickly said, a set of gloved hands grasping your hips and the tip of a cock pressing against your slit, starting to slide in. It was hot, but also something cold... it felt weird and you tried to look over your shoulder, confused.

"Don't worry, pretty doll... You're gonna love my Frenum Ladder." at the purples words, your eyes widened and a loud scream tore from your throat as he slammed all the way inside, all the piercings on his cock hitting spot inside your cunt, you didn't even were aware of.

The pace he started wasn't gentle in any way, it was fast and deep, but it felt so good, all your rational thoughts flew out the window, replaced by the most intense pleasure you felt in your whole life, the way the beads of his piercings rubbed over your velvet walls and how his cock hit your cervix with each push, it made you close your eyes and let out a chorus of wanton moans.

It felt so good and you were so close to cumming, but before you could relieve into the blessing of your orgasm, he pulled out of you, making you lose it.

"H-Hey!" you squeaked, frustration coating your voice, your cheeks all red, looking over your shoulder, only for your forehead to be slammed against the kitchen counter by Red.

"You are in no position to make demands... Take what's given to you." he snarled, slamming his cock inside you, a gurgled scream leaving you, his pace much more brutal than the purple ones.

There was more pain than pleasure, but it still felt nerve-breaking and you forced yourself to chase your climax faster, knowing it wouldn't take more for him to pull away, which he did, a frustrated cry leaving you, only to be silenced by the taping of something cold against your clit.

Wide-eyed, you looked down between your legs, seeing the Hacker with a sharp bowie knife pressed against your pussy, creating a deep fear inside you, eating at your bones and nerves.

"Act like a bratty girl again and I will cut your clit off and make you eat it." he hissed close to your ear, the green one getting behind you next, chuckling as he pushed his cock inside you.

You did your best to behave and you were grateful, this one was much more gentle than the purple and red one. Needy pathetic whimpers left you, tears mixing with your drool and the dried blood from where your forehead was slammed so many times on hard surfaces.

Again, before you could cum, the third one pulled away, leaving you bend over the kitchen counter, red puffy pussy pulsing, all abused, your body unsatisfied from your orgasm denial.

"How bad you want to cum, baby girl?" the Hackers voice echoed into your ears, his gloved hands running up and down your thighs, making you shudder and whine.

"Words, doll... Use them." he harshly told you, giving your abused cunt a hard slap, pulling another loud cry from you.

"B-Badly! P-Please... D-Don't leave me like this... I-I need...." you choked out, your mind a complete mess.

"You need what, slut?" he asked, one of his hands moving up your spine and slowly starting to fist your hair, making you swallow hard, your throat hurting from the harsh blowjob and screams.

"N-Need.... to...."

"To?"

"T-To be... f-fucked."

"Goooood girl." he snarled in victory, the feeling of the sharp blade pressing against your inner thighs, and a scream left you as he made a deep cut on your skin there, followed by another one, then another, losing count of how many times the blade slashed over your skin, but the feeling of your blood flowing down your legs, told you there were many.

Roughly, the Hacker turned you around to face the other three, who were stroking their cocks, the blue masked leader behind you, pressing his pierced cock against your clit, rubbing his cold piercing against the sensitive buddle of nerves.

"You will be ruined." he snarled with venom into his husky voice, slamming balls deep inside your cunt, the other three watching as you started to cry, scream and choke on your sobs; pain, and pleasure creating a dangerous cocktail that you never experienced before.

"Scream for us.... Scream like your life depends on it... because it does." the Hacker whispered, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other holding the blood-covered blade under your breasts, making your eyes widen.

"Should I cut your tits off?" he asked, continuing to stab your cunt with his length, the feeling of the pierced tip hitting your soft spot, made your eyes roll into the back of your head, shaking your head.

"Then you better squirt on my cock, dollface." the cyber killer growled, pistoning his hips into yours, your eyes locked on the other masked ones who moved their hands faster on their cocks.

"CUM, BITCH." the blue behind one ordered and that's all you needed to come undone, walls spasming around him, triggering his own orgasm, filling you up with hot sticky cum, a deep groan leaving the Hacker.

"We are not done... Here comes the bonus." the purple masked one said, all three scooting closer, the Hackers hand pressing hard against your upper back, making you lean lower towards the three cocks, many jolts of cum hitting your face, some getting into your mouth, coating your whole face in white.

Silence, save for the deep breathing from all of you, that's all you could hear from the pulsing into your eardrums after everything was over. Gloved hands leaving you, your sweat and abused body hit the kitchen tiles, cold and making you shiver, a deep stinging pain on your inner thighs and between your legs.

Looking up through wet lashes, all you saw was the blinding neons lights of the masks looking down at your broken body and now you understood before you blacked out.

NEVER ENTER THE DARK WEB.

222 notes · View notes

accurateakane · 4 months

Text

How is this supposed to be the most violent Robin????

2K notes · View notes

accurateakane · 4 months

Text

some books we know jason has canonically read:

the entire works of jane austen, especially pride and prejudice (his fav so far as we can tell)

the works of alexander dumas

the works of sir arthur conan doyle

hamlet by william shakespeare

richard iii by william shakespeare

1984 by george orwell

little women by louisa may alcott

the prince by machiavelli

fight club by chuck palahniuk

the art of war by sun tzu

these are just the real ones btw; he’s also read at least 2 self-help books, some entirely fictional series, books on japanese history, the napoleonic wars, and 19th century england, and in-universe superman comics.

2K notes · View notes

accurateakane · 4 months

Text

cheaters always win (jason todd x reader)

summary: uh… you fuck red hood. that’s it. happy kinktober.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni) - smut, unprotected sex (no condom, no pulling out), clothed sex, masks, mild roleplaying. bad writing. terrible, actually. enjoy tho.

minors/ageless blogs who interact will be blocked - read rules before interacting

Keep reading

708 notes · View notes

accurateakane · 4 months

Text

HE'S SO CUTE

oh nothing, just jason’s cute little eyebrow crease

3K notes · View notes

accurateakane · 4 months

Text

˗ˏˋ bittersweet ࿐ྂ Fujio and the girl who’s been in love with him since middle school

notes: based off the boy I've loved since 6th grade who I know will never like me back and resembles fujio's personality a little too much. It's going to be 8 years as of 2023 October and I'm still not over him but it's okay, I'm alright with pining. the oc is literally just a self-insert so it's a mirror of myself and this is written in first-pov. long story short, this is my life story put into a short fic

warnings: canon-typical violence, recreational drug use, underage drinking, alcohol abuse, smoking, mentions of abusive relationships, implied physical abuse, mentioned eating issues, weight-related talk, shotgun kisses, blood, mentions of periods, references to depression, victim blaming, unhealthy coping mechanisms, mild gore, this is basically a trauma dump in the form of a fic so plz be aware, not edited

pairing: fujio x oc (one-sided), sachio x oc (one-sided)

word count: 6309

❝how did love become love?❞

—

I don’t really remember life before Fujio Hanaoka. But then again, who genuinely remembers life before middle school? I met Fujio in middle school, 6th grade to be exact. Fujio came to my middle school around a month after it started because he was visiting his grandfather in the countryside and his mother decided to prolong their stay. One thing I noticed was that Fujio was popular. Very very popular among all the kids in class. It was then I realized that I was the outsider in this classroom. Everyone had gone to the same elementary school in this classroom and they all already knew each other. But I didn’t feel like an outsider for too long because the teacher had Fujio sit next to me since it was the only empty seat left. I had always been a pretty shy kid so making conversation was always hard but it seems that Fujio knew that so he talked to me first. We talked about the elementary schools we went to, the area we lived in, what we wanted to be when we grew up, and the annoying people in the class. Fujio talked and talked and talked to me and all I did was listen.

It wasn’t long till I fell in love.

Fujio knew everything about me. He’d been there at almost every major stage of my life.

Fujio was the one that taught me how to ride a bike, he was the one that listened when I felt insecure about the way I looked, he listened to me talk about my dreams and aspirations, we celebrated when I got her first period with cake(It was more like comforting but it was still a core memory). We’ve been with each other for really most of the important parts of our lives. But I wasn’t his best friend nor was I the one he loved. He loved me but not in the way I wanted him to.

Middle school ends quicker than I wanted and high school starts. We don’t go to the same high schools but at least it’s in the same area. Fujio goes to Oya High and I go to Meiwa Girls School. It’s like a 5-minute distance from each other. Fujio stays at Oya High for a week until he has to go to the countryside to help his mom take care of his grandfather. I was absolutely devastated but there isn’t anything I could do. I became friends with Tsukasa Takajo during Fujio’s year-long absence. It seemed the blonde boy misses Fujio too. Things happen in SWORD but that isn’t too important. Nothing was really important to me while Fujio was gone. It sounds stupid I know but I was a bit of a hopeless romantic. It was horrible, I know. I waited and waited and waited.

Things happen during Fujio’s absence other than that whole shit show that is SWORD’s politics. I meet a guy. He’s sweet. He goes to Shutoku Boys High School. We got together too fast. I used to say it was love at first sight. I think I was wrong. No, I definitely was wrong. I don’t really remember how we met— they say the brain blocks out things that were traumatic and too much for it to handle. Was that how it was for me? Things were sweet at first, we’d text and call each other all the time. He was sweet. I think I loved him at one point, at some point. But none of that matters. None of it matters after everything he’d done. We’d talk to each other all the time, eventually, my sleep was gone trying to comfort him about the breakup he had 3 years ago, going out with my friends after school stopped and so did so many other things. I used to really like swimming, I don’t remember the last time I went. I guess I lost all the motivation to do anything.

I thought it was fine. I thought this was love. I was wrong.

It was a conversation with Tsukasa I had during my 6th month with him that made me realize what was wrong. “Sweetie, you do know you’re getting abused right?” Tsukasa said with his signature blank face, using the pet name akin to an insult

I laughed awkwardly because I in fact did not know that. It took all night for me to convince Tsukasa not to go beat the shit out of my boyfriend. I think if Tsukasa hadn’t been all burnt out since Fujio’s departure he definitely would have gone to Shutoku and beat the shit out of the guy.

Breaking up with him had been the hardest part. It took 4 months, and 4 tries. Todoroki had been helpful in that. The last try was where Todoroki came in. I won’t go into detail but jealousy and me having to stand my ground was involved. The breakup wasn’t pretty but I was free. Surprisingly I didn’t cry. The breakup happened at 6 am, the morning before a major math test. I’m pretty sure I failed but it was okay, I was free and it was all that mattered. I went to Oya High that day and skipped the rest of my afternoon classes, I wanted to tell Tsukasa and Todoroki about it in person. Turns out, everyone knew about my little problem. Maybe it was because of my very obvious physically deteriorating health and the depression I think I had that made me lose so much motivation that my curly hair was now straight and frizzy. It was nice to have all the support.

Mostly everyone was supportive and I think I may have talked about it too much, my past relationship I mean. But I just wanted the validation that I wasn’t wrong, that I wasn’t going crazy and all the things he did to me were in fact wrong and disgusting. But some people said it was my fault. Some said I should have left earlier. It made me feel worse. Tsukasa says they’ll never know what I went through unless they’ve experienced the same thing. No one will know about the nights I stayed up crying, not eating and— ah~ I’m rambling again.

This guy had been a huge factor as to why I changed so much. When I was young, I had issues with eating, I didn’t eat that much and it bothered my mom. But when I did eat she’d encourage me to keep eating so I didn’t fucking die of starvation or something. My ex had been the first to ever tell me to stop eating. I guess it messed me up a lot. Even after I broke up with him, getting back into my usual more healthy habits was hard. Really hard.

My confidence had already been non-existent before but after the breakup, fucking hell I felt terrible.

It was 3rd year and my grades were horrible, my skin, my teeth, my hair. I just really wasn’t having a good time. I used to drink before. For fun. Now it was just to forget. I wasn’t sad about the breakup itself, I wanted to forget about all that he’d done to me, everything I went through. I was angry. It made me angry that I went through that. How could I let myself go through it? Why didn’t I leave? I think all the anger I was feeling just drowned out all of my sadness.

I let go of the chance of ever falling in love again. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to feel that way, this way ever again.

But I guess one part of me knew that if Fujio ever came back and asked for my heart, I’d tear through my skin and muscles and pry open my ribs to give it to him.

—

❝I’m hiding in the rain, always smiling❞

—

It was like the universe finally had pity on me and one day finally, Fujio comes back. I see him outside the gates of Meiwa. Girls are staring at him of course, watching from afar, giggling. I don’t blame them. Fujio was handsome. He had a nice smile and nice features. He was really really good-looking, even more than the last time I saw him. “Fujio” I said walking over, a huge smile on my face

Fujio smiles right back at me. “Hey, long time no see! Miss me?”

“Definitely didn’t” That was a lie, I did, I missed him a lot

We stayed out that night, catching up. I patched up Fujio’s knuckles as I usually did and now we were sitting at an empty park just on the border between Oya and Sannoh. We were sitting on the swings, Fujio right next to me. The sun is setting, lighting up our surroundings in a warm orange and pink. Fujio looks pretty. His tanned skin it lit up in gold. He looks gold. For all I know, Fuijo was spun from pure gold thread. “Tsukasa told me about it… You and that guy” He says

I already knew Tsukasa was going to tell him. I was always a bit scared of that, telling Fujio. Would he be one of the people that supported me and comforted me or would he be one of the people that blamed me for what happened? “Yeah…” I say hesitantly “It was… a lot”

I close my eyes silently waiting for some kind of belittlement or blame but instead, I feel someone stand in front of me. “Hey” Fujio says

I open my eyes. He’s standing in front of me looking down at me while I stay sitting on the swing. “You haven’t been taking care of yourself have you?” Fujio asks, hand coming up to take a strand of my hair between my

I flinch. That was a huge mistake. Anger flashes through Fujio’s eyes as does pity. I feel terrible. Fujio looks like he wants to ask me something but he doesn’t. What he does instead is crouch down in front of me. “Hey” He says, his voice is a little quieter now

I’ve never heard his voice sound like that. It’s new and for some weird reason, I feel guilty. Fujio is looking up at me from where he’s crouched down. The swings are pretty low to the ground so he isn’t tilted his head too far back and I’m not tilting my head too far down either. “You didn’t deserve that” Fujio says

He takes my hand. I know this was supposed to be something heartwarming but my heart was just beating so fast and I started imagining us getting married and having kids and having grandkids and— yeah I got carried away. “And I mean it” Fujio continues “I know whatever I say isn’t going to make it better or change anything that happened but you didn’t deserve that no matter what other people have been telling you”

Figures. Fujio knew what people were saying. He always did. “What if they’re right?” I ask

There always has been this voice in my head telling me that what happened was my fault, that I deserved it. I know I didn’t but, your mind tends to be your own enemy. Fujio scoffs. “Be fucking for real! You…” He tugs a little at my hand and takes the other one as well “...You are the nicest person in this shit hole that I know. You’re so nice to everyone, you may not be the smartest and you are a little stupid and slow but… You’re so sweet. Don’t fucking let anyone tell you it was your fault because no one except you knows what happened. Never, never in your life will you ever deserve to be treated like that.”

Not only did it make my heart feel like it was doing an Olympic-level gymnastics routine in my chest but, I think I finally got the validation I needed after everything that happened. Fujio did just call me stupid in the middle of it but that didn’t matter. Not now. “I’m so so proud of you for getting out of that relationship” Fujio’s thumbs rub along my knuckles, I think he felt me shaking “It doesn’t matter how long it took you, it matters that you did it. You’re okay or… You’re going to be okay. I promise I’ll help you and I’ll make sure that fucking piece of shit will never hurt you again”

Finally, finally I was comforted the way I wanted. I finally got to hear everything I wanted someone to tell me in the first place. Being told you weren’t too broken and you could still be healed felt good.

Hearing it from Fujio was really just a plus point.

—

❝Eyes meeting but hearts apart, it’s so sweet yet so bitter❞

—

Fujio was… Friendly. He was charismatic and very handsome so of course he’s had a bunch of girlfriends and talking stages and friends with benefits. A lot of girls liked him as well, many asking me to set them up with him. I guess in the end I’ll always be that one rare girl best friend that actually isn’t something to worry about. I’m not too sure how to feel about it. Sometimes it feels like Fujio has kissed everyone but me. Am I jealous? Of course, I am. Even now as he shows me a picture of the new girl he’s dating. “She’s pretty” I gush and nudge him, because if I don’t nudge him I might just kiss him

I think I’m a pretty good actor. I’m good at pretending that my heart isn’t tearing itself to shreds every time he talks about another girl. I should definitely win an Oscar award for these performances. I’ve never tried to make Fujio like me. Because I know he doesn’t and no matter what I do, it is no use. I’m not his type nor the one he will ever love. Love can happen eventually, I know that but Fujio will never love me, I’ve already come to terms with that. But even if I have, that doesn’t mean I’m over him. “You think so?” Fujio says with a grin looking right at me

I nod. It’s really all I can do.

One thing Fujio likes doing is try to set me up with his friends. Today, it was Sachio. Don’t get me wrong. I like Sachio, but not the same way he likes me.

Sometimes I think my unrequited feelings for Fujio is just karma for all of Fujio’s friends I have rejected.

Fujio tells me Sachio really likes me. I think at one point I did like Sachio. He’s sweet. Really nice and respectful and would definitely be a better boyfriend than Fujio ever would be. But maybe it’s just me holding on so tightly to my first love, only ever having my eyes on Fujio that I’m not ever able to look at anyone else. I want to. I really do. But at the end of the day I always come back to him. I don’t expect for Fujio to return my feelings I just… I don’t know.

Maybe one day I’ll get over Fujio, move on. But I don’t think so it’ll happen soon.

I hope it does. Soon I mean.

Because my hands are starting to burn from the rope called first love I’ve been holding on so tight to.

—

❝Ruinous imagination consumes me, makes me dream sweeter dreams❞

—

“You really wanna meet Sachio?” Fujio asks me

“I’ve already met him Fujio” I tell him

Sachio was nice. I wasn’t over Fujio but I could stay stuck up on him either. It wasn’t healthy and I knew it. I should get over it, I should try. Not only to get over Fujio but also what my asshole ex did to me. Fujio aside, I was tired of feeling so angry all the time. I didn’t tell anyone that I felt angry rather than sad. What if I tell them and everyone that was supportive of me starts calling me crazy too, or stop supporting me through it? I think my emotions were always something I kept to myself. I didn’t want to tell anyone about it. It didn’t matter to me who stopped supporting me just not Fujio, never Fujio. I might actually go crazy if he does. Honestly speaking, I think I already am crazy. I won’t be surprised if I go for some psychiatric test and the results come out with a diagnosis telling me I’m crazy. After everything that’s happened paired with my weird dependency on Fujio, I think I am crazy. “Yeah but, no you know he likes you” Fujio says “Are you gonna give him a chance”

We’re inside a convenience store. Fujio wanted to get something to drink. He’s standing in front of the fridge trying to figure out what he wants while I’m standing in front of one of the glass doors of the fridge staring at my favourite drink. I want it. But I don’t really have the energy to bring my arm up and open the glass door. It’s weird. I don’t have the motivation to even do the things I like. I want to stop feeling like this. I thought being here with Fujio would distract me from the feeling but I guess not. I thought my heart was only filled with Fujio but that void after my breakup is getting bigger and it hurts. “Maybe…” I say, staring at my blurry reflection in the glass

I look tired. I’ve always had eyebags due to having low iron and a shitty sleep schedule but now they were darker. My skin thankfully looks the same and isn’t dull. I think I should thank myself for being so strict about my skincare routine and eating habits. But the glow in my skin doesn’t matter when the look in my eyes just shows how fucking exhausted I am. It’s not really my eyes that I’m worried about. It’s my hair. I’ve always loved my hair. Everyone has. It was curly and long and Fujio really liked it. It wasn’t curly-curly with ringlets but more wavy-curly. Now it was kinda straight and a little frizzy at the ends. Oh. It feels like I was seeing my own reflection after years. I look like this? This is what Sachio likes? I don’t think I’ve ever felt more ugly in my life. To make things even worse, there’s an annoying pain in lower belly. I’m on my fucking period. “...Hello?” Fujio nudges me

I look at him then look away. I can feel Fujio looking at me. I want him to stop. I feel gross. Fujio opens the door and I watch him take the drink I was staring at. “You were just staring at it” Fujio says

Before I could tell him I don’t want it, Fujio’s already heading for the counter and he pays. Oh. I think I’m going crazy. “Come on” Fujio calls

I follow his words and go outside. Fujio’s already sitting outside the convenience store on the curb. I sit down next to him. “You didn’t have to get that for me” I say

Fujio shakes his head. “You were just staring at it… So I got it for you” He says and opens up the drink before handing it to me

I take it. “Why were you staring at it?” He asks

I know I shouldn’t be admitting it out loud, but I tell him anyways. “I don’t know… I wanted to get it but like… I don’t know. It felt like too much work”

Had I been making any other expression, Fujio would have laughed at me and called me lazy. But no. Instead he gives me a sad look. “You’re fucking depressed” he says

Wow. I definitely wasn’t expecting that. “H-huh?”

“Don’t h-huh me!” He says, mimicking my words

Fujio grabs the drink he just gave me and aggressively puts the cap back on. “You need help” He grabs me by my shoulders and shakes me “Why didn’t you tell me before”

I feel weirdly ashamed right now. Tears well up in my eyes. “I told you that I’m here for you. If you’re feeling like fucking shit then you should tell me” Fujio says

He takes his hands off my shoulders and now he’s holding my face. Something wet touches my cheek and Fujio’s eyes soften. Oh. I’m crying. This was more embarrassing than it needed to be. “You don’t need to pretend to be happy or a certain way around me. I’ve already seen you being weird and fucking embarrassing! So please” Fujio says, his thumbs wiping away the tears running down my cheeks “Please just tell me what you feel. Tell me when you don’t feel okay, tell me when you’re sad, tell me if someone is hurting you, tell me if you’re scared. Just tell me”

I’m shaking. Fujio just keeps telling me everything is okay, that he’ll make everything okay. It’s unrealistic for him to say so, even I know that but any kind of comfort, even the unrealistic kind sounds nice when you’re hurting. “I promise… I promise, everything will be okay” He tells me and presses his forehead against mine

I guess there was a reason I was never able to fall out of love with Fujio. When he does things like this, how could I ever get over him?

—

❝I close my eyes but thoughts of you bring turmoil to my nights❞

—

“Has anyone ever told you how obvious you are?” Tsukasa says to me

I stare at him in confusion. We were on the top of the temple. Yes, the temple whose stairs Fujio falls down on a daily basis. We were meeting his new girlfriend. This sounds horrible but I’ve already forgotten her name. “Huh? Obvious about what?” I ask

Tsukasa nudges me. “You like him”

My hands tremble. I didn’t expect him to say that. “What? No” I deny it immediately

The blonde boy next to me on the bench only laughs. “You think I’m an idiot? You’re really really obvious. You like him, everyone knows”

Um. What? Tsukasa sees my reaction and sighs. I’m not sure what face I’m making but I think it might be the same one where Tsukasa told me I was getting abused. Fun right? “No one has told Fujio about it but he does know”

This just keeps getting even worse. “What?”

I want Tsukasa to stop talking. I don’t want to hear anymore but I have to. “Fujio knows you like him. He’s known all along. But Fujio also knows you’ll never confess to him because you know he doesn’t like you back. That’s why he keeps you here with him unlike the other girls who have confessed and then got rejected” Tsukasa explains

I’m not to sure how to feel about this. I look over toward Fujio. He’s with his girlfriend further away. It looks like she’s arguing with him but he’s only smiling. I watch him reach over and he grabs her waist. Instantly she stops and her cheeks flush red. Or I think they do. I can’t really see far away and I don’t want to wear my glasses. You know anxiety and stuff. Seeing the world clear just doesn’t help and I think the 480-720-pixel resolution that is my eyesight really helps with calming my nerves. But right now it feels like I can see everything clearly. Fujio’s lovestruck look, his girlfriend’s shy smile. I can see it all. I wish I couldn’t. “He… Knows?”

“I won’t tell him that I told you. But yeah he does know. That’s why he’s always been trying to set you up with someone else because Fujio thinks you don’t deserve him”

I frown and look away from the two lovebirds. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Tsukasa scoffs. “Oh please, we all know how much of a shitty boyfriend Fujio would be. I’m his best friend, I know. Fujio is to friendly and you’re still healing…” Tsukasa tells me “But okay, let’s say all that with that motherfucker from Shutoku didn’t happen. Being with him would make you so fucking insecure. He’s talking to new girls every day. He’s so fucking affectionate with everyone, you’d be wondering if he was cheating every other day”

Tsukasa was right. I knew he was. I thought about this before. Fujio wouldn’t be a good boyfriend. If there was ever a day that he maybe did like me back, it would be painful being with him. But still, I was still so fucking in love with him. I hated myself for it. “I know” I mutter quietly “I just can’t get over him”

Tsukasa next to me sighs and he rests a hand on my shoulder, lightly squeezing. “Try talking to Sachio more. I know him, we all do. Sachio’s nice. I’m telling you to use Sachio to get over that idiot over there but… Maybe you should try looking for other guys. You’re not gonna get over Fujio without actually looking” He tells me

He was right. Ugh fuck. Maybe I should talk to Sachio.

Why not?

—

❝Don’t wanna let go so I let go❞

—

Today was one of the rare days I was wearing my glasses. Fujio insisted on some bonding time with resulted in Sachio Ueda, Yuken Odajima, Tsukasa and Fujio’s girlfriend and me going to the movies. Now Fujio and I were waiting outside the bathrooms on the bench, waiting for all of them. I had sat next to Sachio during the movie, sharing popcorn with him. Fujio told he didn’t tell Sachio that I know he likes me. I guess now that I do know, things are pretty clear. I don’t know why I haven’t noticed it before. Maybe it was because I was too focused on Fujio. “Why does he like me?” I ask Fujio “I’m not pretty or like… Smart. There isn’t really any redeeming quality about me”

Fujio is fiddling with the movie tickets, his and his girlfriend’s. He looks at me, giving me a weird look. “You don’t think you’re pretty?”

I push my glasses up my nose and shake my head. “No. I’m not. I mean come on Fujio, look at me” I tell him

I guess I’ve always been pretty insecure about myself growing up. Especially when middle school started. My parents and relatives have always told me I’m pretty, backstabbing cousins and aunts say things to me out of apparent jealously. I pretended to think I was pretty when I was at home. I don’t think I’d ever be able to tell my mother how I actually felt about myself when she was always so proud of the way I looked, that I was so pretty. I think it would break her if I told her I hated myself— that I hated my face, my body, my own skin. I could never tell her. It was with my friends I could really spill out all my feelings. “Yeah I am” Fujio says “You’re not ugly”

I roll my eyes. “Uh-huh”

Fujio nudges me in the ribs. “I mean it. You’re definitely not ugly”

He leans over and brings his hand up. He’s so so close to me right now, I can feel his breath, see every pore and blemish on his skin— he’s still so beautiful. Fujio pulls my glasses off my face. I have told him many times not to do that. Taking my glasses off for me always felt so unnecessarily sexual. I didn’t tell Fujio it was like that though so he still continued doing it whenever I wore them anyways. “You’re very pretty, that’s one of the reasons Sachio likes you. But Sachio aside, you’re not at all ugly. You’re pretty” Fujio tells me and his other hand brushes a piece of my hair behind my ear “I’d never be friends with an ugly person”

My cheeks are no doubt red. But I play it off by punching his arm. “Fuck off” I mutter “Let me wallow in my misery in peace”

Fujio laughs softly. I want to kiss him so bad. “You are stupid though” he says

I hit him again and suppress the urge to kiss him. Fujio isn’t mine so I can’t kiss him.

—

❝will our eyes ever meet each others again?❞

—

I often wonder what kind of a person I would have been if I never met Fujio, if I hadn’t fallen in love with him. It sounds like a nightmare. I can’t imagine my life without Fujio. Maybe I’m just that much in love with him. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t. Sometimes I wish I was in love with Sachio instead. But now, sometimes has turned into an almost every day wishing as I watch Fujio and his girlfriend play around in the park while I sit alone on the bench. It’s 12:30 am. I should be going home. I’m not even allowed to be staying out this late. But I haven’t gotten any calls from my mom, maybe she’s already asleep. I say and lean back into the bench. There is something painful watching the person you love fall in love and be in love with someone else. Even more painful watching them receive it back. “Hey” Sachio sits down next to me

I look at him and smile. After the movies Yuken insisted on going to get some stuff because he hadn’t smoked in so long. Stuff meaning weed and next to me Sachio is smoking some as well, the spliff between his fingers as he leans back against the bench next to me. Yuken and Tsukasa are off to the side talking quietly amongst themselves while smoking and Fujio’s still with his girlfriend, pushing her on the swings. “You feeling okay?” Sachio asks me, taking a drag before slowly exhaling “I heard about what happened with the guy”

Sachio has always been the kind of guy everyone went to when they had some kind of problem. He was nice and gave really good advice. “Yeah… I mean… It’s taking a lot longer than I expected for things to get better” I say quietly

I started taking a lot of painkillers after my breakup, not just alcohol. Thankfully Fujio seemed to catch on and stopped before things could get serious but I still feel like absolute shit during random times of the day. “Well you can’t expect to get better overnight. Your relationship was 9 months… That’s a long time. So you can take your time getting better too” Sachio says

I turn my attention to his lips, watching them wrap around the spliff and slowly exhale. Sachio sees and grins. That’s kinda hot. “Wanna try?” He asks

I stare for a moment at the drug wrapped in brown paper. “I don’t know how”

Sachio’s red-rimmed eyes are saying so much but so little at the same time. I don’t know what he’s thinking. But whatever he is thinking is making him hesitant to do whatever he wants to do next. It’s a short moment before he speaks again. “Come closer” he says

I obey without thinking, the sides of our thighs pressing together. Sachio takes my glasses off my face. Haha fuck. He brings the spliff up to his lips and then pauses, still looking a little hesitant. “Inhale okay” he says before taking a drag

Sachio leans over and I don’t move. He takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger. He leans in closer, closer, closer. I can see his pore, the blemish, the moles, I can see all his skin up close. I think he’s going to kiss me but Sachio hasn’t closed his eyes. I realize he hasn’t exhaled yet so I have an idea of what he’s doing. Sachio’s lips press to mine but not to kiss. Well kind of. He exhales smoke into my mouth and I inhale. His lips feel soft. It feels nice. Sachio pulls away not too long after but I can still feel his lips on mine. I exhale, coughing a little bit. My throat burns but it’s not as bad as I thought it’d be. “Didn’t know you knew how to do that” Sachio says with a little laugh

My face is probably red right now. “Uh… I saw Odajima teach a girl how some weeks ago” I mutter

Sachio laughs. “Of course you did” he says

He’s smiling hard. I wonder why he he likes me. I wish he didn’t. Sachio shows me how to properly smoke after that. He doesn’t let me smoke to much though. It’s not too bad but he says he knew I probably didn’t each much so I shouldn’t else I’d feel nauseous. It feels weird being high. I’ve drank but smoking was a new territory for me. I feel a little lazy. But not the bad kind. This doesn’t feel too bad. I have a feeling I’ll get an earful from Fujio later, he’s been giving me looks. Fujio doesn’t smoke, Tsukasa does. Tsukasa gets scolded by Fujio on a daily basis when he comes back smelling like weed. I probably won’t do this again. I look at Sachio who’s already looking at me. Maybe it’s the weed that is making me lose lipped but the next words leave my mouth like vomit. “Why do you like me?” I ask and regret it immediately

Sachio smiles. “Why? Do I need an exact reason?” He asks

Something twists in my chest. It hurts. I don’t want him to like me. Not because I like Fujio, but because I don’t deserve to be liked by someone as nice as him. I’m a horrible person. “You deserve someone better,” I tell him “I’m not fishing for compliments here but I’m not exactly the most extraordinary”

Sachio sighs. The spliff is finished and now all we’re left with is uncomfortable questions. Thank god I’m high or I probably would have ran into the middle of the street and got myself hit by a bus on purpose. “I don’t care if you’re not anything extraordinary” He tells me shaking his head “I like you and you don’t get to decide who I deserve… That’s for me to decide”

I want to cry. I want to so badly feel better again or maybe at least get over Fujio. “But I… I’m not okay. I probably won’t be for a while. And no matter how hard I try I… I don’t want you to wait for me forever Sachio. What if I can’t ever fall in love again?” I tell him, almost whispering at the end

Sachio turns his entire body and is facing me. “I don’t mind waiting” He says with a smile “But me and my feelings aside, you can take as long as you want to feel better. It doesn’t matter who’s waiting for you. Me or Fujio or anyone. You need to feel better for yourself”

I fumble with my hands while staring right into his eyes. Does being high make you emotional? I don’t know. But fuck I felt like crying. “How do I know if I’m better… It feels like I never will”

Sachio is smiling so softly at me. It makes my heart hurt. His hand comes up and he takes a stand of my hair between his fingers. “Your hair. Maybe when your hair is back to how it used to be is when you’ll be better” He tells me

It’s 1 am. I should be at home. But here I am, with Sachio— the boy that loves me the way I wished Fujio loved me. I wish I loved him back. There are so many things I want to ask Sachio right now but I don’t. How do you get over someone who was never yours, to begin with? Who do you blame when you’ve broken your own heart? I don’t say anything but Sachio keeps talking. “I’m not forcing you to love—like me back… Right now I’m just telling you to take your time and maybe love yourself first” He says

Stop loving him goes unsaid but I know he wanted to say it. At that moment in Sachio’s eyes I see something of myself. He looks at me the same way I look at Fujio. It hurts. I wonder if this hurts him as much as it hurts me. But here’s the thing, I could get over Fujio and maybe I could even one day love Sachio back. But I’d never be able to forget the feeling of hurt nor the thought that I may only be loving Sachio back because I don’t want him to feel the same way I feel right now. I look toward Fujio who’s wrapping his girlfriend up in his arms and kissing her forehead. It feels like pieces of glass are tearing into my heart.

Had someone told me being in with would be so painful I would have never fallen for Fujio in the first place. I look at Sachio and feel almost a little better.

Does he wish I get over Fujio?

Does he pray at night for me to love him back?

I’m not sure I want to know. Maybe my problem is that I love Fujio way more than I love myself. Maybe the day I start loving myself again will be the day I get over Fujio. Sachio’s hand comes up and he brushes a strand of my hair behind my ear.

It’s 1:35 am, I’m supposed to be at home sleeping but instead here I am; high in front of a boy that doesn’t love me back and sitting next to one that does. I feel ungrateful and cruel.

I hope I never break Sachio's heart like I broke my own.

116 notes · View notes