#I collasped on the floor

[hercarisntyours]

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[spinspoon]

who up being Abnormal about their ocs

[narutomaki]

I messed up my back around midday Sunday and I had to leave work yesterday because it hurt so bad I was shuffling home and was like almost in tears making my way up the stairs and this morning it's like

even less pain. which is good! but makes me doubt I was ever in enough pain to leave work early yesterday "just because" I couldn't bend enough and it "hurt a lot"

I hate that everytime I get these muscle spasms I'm like "oh right these are fucking debilitating" and then as soon as they're gone enough that I can wipe my ass I'm like "I was never in any pain to begin with and the pain I'm still in is a fantasy I've made up to convince myself it was ever there"

meanwhile I'm using 2 canes to get around.

[houseofperfecttaste]

Hungry

Morning

A sudden urge hit me the moment I woke up and the urge grew as I looked to my right to see my girlfriend peacefully sleeping, looking innocent and cute. I slowly got out of bed going to the foot of it and lifting the comforter over my head slowly kissing up her leg then her thighs before finally reaching her sweet area. I moved her cute little panties to the side darting my tongue out to lick her clit desperate for her taste. I moaned at her sweet taste wrapping my arms around her thighs spreading her more open for me as I ran my tongue from her dripping hole to her clit.

I heard her soft moans making me look up at her to see her still sleeping making me smirk. I started to suck on her clit and soon enough my beautiful princess woke up her hands flying to my hair. "R-Rafe." She squealed her thigh muscles tightening as I slipped two fingers into her still sucking on her clit. "Good morning beautiful." I smiled up at her, her juices covering my lips and chin making them glisten. Her grip on my hair tightened as she got closer to her orgasm making me moan against her pussy. "Cum for me baby. Cum all over my face." I removed my fingers from her pussy and she grabbed my wrist placing my fingers in her mouth sucking them clean making me whimper against her. God she was so sexy.

"I-I'm gonna cum." Her back arched off the bed as she came undone all over my face and I didn't stop until she started pushing me away from the pleasure. I smiled at her as I got up and kissed her passionately letting her taste herself off my mouth. "Thank you baby, that was amazing." She whispered against my lips as she ran her little hands over my arms.

2 Hours Later

Y/N was in the shower and I was laying on our bed not paying attention to whatever was on the tv, my mind racing with the image of her naked in the shower with water running down her body. The images in my head were torturous and I ran my hands over my face as I barged into the bathroom accidentally startling her. I stripped myself opening the shower door stepping in behind her my hands immediately grabbing at her body.

"Rafe." Her cute giggle filled my ears as I got down on my knees spreading her pussy open as I started eating her out not stopping until she almost collasped on the shower floor.

3 Hours Later

I got back from my golf game with Top and Kelce to see my girlfriend resting on the couch my clothes covering her body. "Hi baby, how was golf?" She beamed at me as I walked over to her gripping her jaw and kissing her. "It was fine, missed my girls pussy." I pulled down the sweatpants she was wearing and dove into her pussy for the third time today. She hummed happily as I shoved my tongue inside of her exploring her walls as I used my thumb to rub her clit. I threw her legs over my shoulders my hand that I wasn't using to rub her clit going up to play with her tits.

Her thick thighs started to tremble as her moans became a pitch higher and her breathing was picking up. She screamed as her juices started covering my face making me moan into her pussy loving how she was drenching me. "Good girl." I smirked licking my lips and heading up to our room to change into something comfier.

Dinner Time

Y/N was in the kitchen cooking dinner as I was sat at the island my eyes on her ass which was poking out of the shirt she was wearing. I walked up behind her grabbing her ass and pressing up against her. "I love you." I mumbled against her neck as I sucked hickeys into it. "Hm I love you more Rafey." She ran her hand through my hair as she turned to face me kissing me. I placed my hands on her ass again placing her on the counter spreading her legs wide. "What has gotten into you today?" She laughed as I slipped a finger into her. "Just so desperate for my girls pussy. Need to taste you." I put another finger into her making her moan before putting my mouth on her once again and this time it only took minutes before I had her coming undone.

"Such a good girl."

[brittscafe]

𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲

Pairing: Yuji Itadori x fem! reader

Summary: When Itadori just wants to be a soft boy...

A/n: Hi! It's been awhile, I honestly can't even believe that June is almost over! I hope you enjoy reading this little piece, I just got into a mood for soft Itadori.

Content: Pure fluff, Itadori being a little spoon and a baby, soft boyyy

Ko-fi link (anything is appreciated)

Yuji Itadori always feels the weight on the world on his shoulders...

The weight of curses always lingering, the weight of not being able to save or protect the ones he loves, the weight of everyone depending on him. He just wants to be Yuji Itadori, a normal boy who can enjoy life and not have lingering thoughts in his head for one second. A normal boy who didn't swallow one of Sukuna's fingers and changed the course of his life forever.

Although, he can just be Yuji Itadori with you.

Itadori swings the door open to his room at Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. His tired, slanted eyes rake over his room, eyes latching onto your figure laying on his bed, back sinking into the soft mattress. Itadori lets out a heavy sigh, one full of relief as he drops his backpack to the floor.

"Itadori, you're back!" you greet him, eyes flickering up to his exhausted face. Yuji forces a slanted, tired smile on his face as he slugs over to the bed, letting his body fall over and collaspe on top of yours.

As his body falls onto yours, a huge breath leaves your chest from his weight on top of yours. Itadori wraps his arms around your body, nuzzling his head onto your plush, warm chest.

"Hi," Itadori's voice slurs out. You slowly raise your hands up from the sides of your body and rake them through Itadori's pink blush hair. You swear you can hear him purr as your fingers brush back his hair and massage his scalp.

His body feels like it's floating as its pressed against yours, melting and becoming one with yours. His heavy eyelids slowly shut, no longer able to keep themselves open as he feels at such peace.

Itadori's hair feels like silk against the pads of your fingers and you slowly move your hands down to the base of his neck. The tiny hairs on his neck prickle up as your fingers run across his flesh.

"Are you tired?" you ask curiously and Yuji nods his head, further into your chest.

"Mhm," he grumbles out, a strand of his blush hair falling down onto his forehead. You run your hands down to his back and Itadori lets out a big breath.

The way your hands run up and down his back, ever so slowly. It's warm and gentle.

"You can sleep, baby. You're safe here," you whisper, your voice like a lullaby to Itadori that sends him into a safe, peaceful sleep.

[hyunjinsbelovedamericano]

Vulnerable

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Sickfick :p, mention of fainting,sick Minho :(

Fluff, not proofread

Trying to post more frequently 🫡

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Minho always presented himself as tough and strong, whenever his soft side came out it would be treasured knowing the next time would be in ages. Minho hated being vulnerable, he didn't ever want to be seen as weak so whenever he was in pain he'd keep it to himself

What Minho also loved was being a hard worker, he would work as hard as he could, push himself as far as he can. He is not one to dissapoint. This only becomes an issue when he is in need of help but too stubborn to ask for it, he'd try and gaslight himself into thinking he's fine when in reality all he wants is to be cuddled and taken care of

Minho had fallen sick a few days ago, but he refused to slack off, he had many things on his to-do list and the group had to work hard for an upcoming album there's no way he could just take a break! Even though he felt light headed as he danced, he didn't stop. He wouldn't stop.

It began to worry you as you noticed Minho has been acting different, he'd always grab onto something every time he got up, staring off into space whenever he was doing something. You knew Minho was overworking himself, I mean this isn't the first time this has happened. But, this time it's different, he seems off.

You tried to talk to him about it but it only resulted in him saying 'I'm fine' or 'I'm just tired'. Minho only seemed to get worse only stressing you out even more, you told him many times to take care of himself and give himself a break but it was like talking to a wall ; he'd never listen.

One day, Minho stumbled into your shared apartment, he barley made it into the bedroom before he started feeling dizzy, stars corrupting his vision. Before he even knew it he collapsed on the hard cold floor a loud bang spreading throughout the house. This startled you and distracted you from whatever you could've been doing

You rushed to see what happened and your eyes found a tired Minho laying on the ground. Gasping, you lifted him up off the floor quickly laying him on the bed he was probably aiming for when he entered

"Oh, Minho what happened? Minho? Can you hear me?"

Minho eyes slowly fluttered open, he seemed to be a bit confused. What happened? Did he faint?

"What happened sweetheart? How are you feeling now? Are you hot? "

You put your hand on his forehead, frantically checking his temperature, you were worried sick about him and this just set you even more off edge

"What happened" Minho mumbled softly

"You collasped Minho! What's going on with you?"

Minho sighed as he recalled the past week, he stayed up late at night doing dance practice beside the fact he could barley breathe.

"I-i'm just a bit sick, I'll be fi-"

"Don't even try saying you'll be fine when you just fainted do you think I'm an idiot?You're obviously too sick to be overworking yourself, I'm taking care of you until you get better"

Minho was too weak to refuse and he let you transfer him onto the couch and cover him in fluffy blanket,turning on the TV for him and cooking him some chicken noodle soup.

You spoon-fed him the warm broth before feeding him some medicine,he kept on turning his head and whining about having to eat the medicine,saying it taste like feces and he'd rather lick the bottom of a shoe.

You both cuddled up together,with your eyes stuck on the television you failed to notice Minho dozing off on your chest. But once you did your eyes sparkled with awe, he looked so delicate, soft even. His pink lips were slightly parted exposing his cute bunny teeth.

He is oh so perfect

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Haven't posted in a while😞,but this month I swear I'll try my best

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[curvykittyyssmutfics]

My fare kitty, I would love to request where Steve Rogers and his teammate, reader had suffered a sex pollen. The only solution is sex 🤭

My fair kitty.. I just love that! Totally moved your request to the front. Made me smile waaaay too much. 🙂

FILE 999V

Steve and you root around the abandoned lab in comfortable silence for the file you were tasked with collecting. The room was dirty and dim, and broken glass scattered the dusty floor. Boards block the windows, except the one you and Steve entered through due to the door being blocked with cement blocks and debri. The whole building looked like it was in the verge of collaspe, this room especially. You were just glad you both had enough light to search through the drawers, cabinets and rubble around the room.

Intel reported it had be stashed before the previous employees deserted. So far no luck. You were hoping that this wasnt some needless mission. You guys needed a win and what was inside this file was supposed to be it.

You kick the filing drawer closed with your hefty ass black combat boot, standing and stretching, missing the way your partners eyes roam over you. Steve secretly takes in every inch of you, licking his lips at the sight of your snug ass fit huggin your curves. He's has to mentally scold himself to get back to the task at hand.

When you turn around, you observe an odd sight in the corner of the room. Glancing at Steve who's a few feet away, head first into a metal bin, searching its contents attentively. You don't wanna disturb his concentration so you quietly make your way over to it.

It's.. A very alien looking plant shimmering in the dingy light of the room. Its on the smaller side, still, you can't believe you over looked it. The stem and leaves are almost translucent and pull you in closer as you study it. The blooming petals were an angry red; thin tendrils extended from the middle of the flower, surrounding it protectively. There's something so damn familiar about. Had you seen it before somewhere else?

You reach up to gently stroke it as Steve stands and turns to see if you've made any progress.

"Y/n, Don't touch, get away-" Steve starts from behind you, hand outstretched to grab the back your uniform but its too late.

Your hand snatches back from stroking the leaf of the unique looking plant. The root of it, growing from a crack in the floor, gives a small wiggle as a bulge quickly forms at the base. Whatever it was quickly swims up the stem and explodes out the center of the plant in a glittery sunset colored dust.

It's almost like smoke the way it spreads in the air across the entire room. It's pretty, almost mesmerizing but it chokes you and makes it hard to breathe. Stumbling backwards, you and Steve try to avoid sucking it in but it's pointless.

And it's effects are instantaneous. Your body temperature rises, skin hot to the touch. Its hard to contain the whimper in your throat from your nipples stiffening and rubbing against your bra. The air in room feels electrified, like static swirling in the air, and you feel the dampness in your panties. Not realizing your breathing has accelerated a bit, you feel goosebumps across your skin in waves. What. The. Fuck.

With dilated eyes, you turn to Steve. He's already looking at you, his own eyes set with a piercing gaze and a clenched jaw. You observe the flush on his cheeks and the way his adam apple bobs nervously on a hard swallow as he backs away. You can't understand why but you mourn as he puts space between the two of you. He turns his back without a single word, able to readjust his hardening dick without you noticing before speaking into his comm.

"R-requesting evac. NOW." His tone low but demanding has your pussy clenching rapidly.

He waits only moment, before responding.

"That won't work, we need it immediately. We've been doused with.. Something.. And we need Stark." Steve's becoming frustrated, his hand coming up to yank at the tips of his soft blonde hair.

"Fine. You have our location. Hurry up." His tense dismissal has you reluctant to speak. But it's clear he knows what the hell that damn plant is.

"Rogers, what's going on? Why are we evacuating?" You ask like you're not rubbing your thighs together for any kind of small pressure on your throbbing center.

"We need Tony to analyze us, see if he can make an antidote." He explains turning back to me. His nostrils expand like he smells something and you pretend to not notice the hungry ass look in his eye.

"Yeah, but why? What the fuck was that?" You're pointing to the corner of the room, frowning at the source of this debacle.

"Language, woman." Steve says curtly.

He's quiet for a moment, tense shoulders flexing. His silence makes you apprehensive. What the fuck is going on here??

"You remember file 999v?" He finally asks with a raised brow.

You have to think.. You've read alotta fucking files and have to scower your brain for what he's talking about. Your not exactly a straight A soldier and don't read every brief before a mission.

"Uh... yeah.. I think. Sex poll-" you stop dead in you tracks.

Seriously?? You can't believe your luck! The findings and report of the plant being an aphrodisiac run through your mind in a loop. What are the fuckin odds you would get doused with this shit while accompanied by the only man you ever wanted to fuck you till you dropped. The look in your wide eyes is nothing short of panic. What the hells gonna happen if you guys don't comply?! You were really starting to wish you read that file more thoroughly.

"Listen, y/n, the teams on their way. Only an hour and a half out."

"How the hell are we supposed to wait that long?" You hope you don't sound hysterical but Steves always been perceptive. He hears the panic in your voice.

Walking over on long toned legs that carry him over in just a few steps, he tries to comfort you. Strong hands come up cup your cheeks, fingertips caressing, and his voice loses all hardness as he speaks.

"Honey, you can't get riled like this. The symptoms only get worse with time, please calm down. I don't want you accelerating the negative effects."

Fuuuck his touch was intoxicating. You barely hear his words as you lean into his hand. Warmth sparks from his touch, traveling all over your body in sparks. The smell of Steve made you want taste him, run your tongue on every inch of his body. Hear all the pretty sounds he'd make as you'd get to his dick. Shit, why were you sweating so much?

Through all the arousal, your stomach suddenly lurches with nausea and your knees go weak. You almost crash to the floor as Steve catches you with super human reflexes. He's talking but you don't hear him as you blink dizzily.

Steve shakes you a bit but your becoming unresponsive, conscious but unable to sort out his words. Your burning hot to the palms of his hands, your arms wrap around his neck as he tries get you to comprehend. You're beyond coherence in an instant. All you can do is let out a small pained while you press your hips forward, your clothed mound humping at the bulge in his pants as he holds you up.

Steve groans lowly at the pressure you're putting on his dick, hips unconsciously lifting towards yours to give the access you need. He knows your running outta time, realizes the team won't get here fast enough. Doesn't know why everything's happening so fast. You were getting worse by the second. He was gonna have to decide: Fuck you or let the plant's effects kill you.

Looking down at the wet spot forming on his dark gray tactical pants from your desperate movements, he tries to concentrate. Steve doesn't think you've ever been prettier, y/e/c eyes dazed as shit, looking so fucked out as you try to find your release. Your mumbling and moaning incoherently, hips working frantically against his as your fever spikes. The skin of your arms and his neck are so hot together it almost felt like you both could burn up everything around you. Decision made. He wouldn't let you suffer a moment longer.

Laying you on the ground with more haste than he meant to, Steve tries to explain the plant to you again. He stresses you on what your signing up for, needs you to know this ends with that hidden little gem of yours filled to the brim with his cum, but Steve's words fall on deaf ears. Jumbled, broken sentences fall from your lips as you feebly paw at his zipper.

Fuck he knew he shouldn't be so eager but couldn't help it. His dick is constantly perking up when your around, no matter where you two are. Your uniform generously hugs your curves enticingly. He's never met woman as pretty or witty as you. Plus that fuckin mouth.. Half the nasty ass shit that comes outta it always has him turning away, hopelessly pressing his dick down to calm it.

Steves gets both his and your bottoms and shoes off in record time. Pulling his comm from his ear and setting it next to his clothes, he doesn't realize his shoes tip over onto the small disc shaped object as he leans over you. You still look like you're in stupor but your legs upon wide for him as you lift your hips.

Thanks to that damn plant, your pussy drips to the filthy floor, a small wet puddle forming underneath you as Steve stares unashamed. He fist his dickly slowly as he wonder what you taste like. With a swipe of his finger he finds out and his animalistic groan fills the room. He can't stall anymore. His semen the only thing to alleviate the effects you're experiencing, he really didn't wanna bust before he got inside you.

Steve lines up with your fluttering core and pushes the tip of his fat cock in swiftly with a stuttering huff. You arch upwards harshly, nails scratching down his back, his strength thankfully keeping from bucking him off you as you let out a high pitched keen. He grits his teeth against your reaction, having to avert his gaze to keep from nuttin in you right away.

The super soldier stares intently at the cracked, crumbling wall in front of him, breathing harshly through his nose, as he pulls back and strokes inside you halfway this time. Your legs cage and squeeze his hips as your body shakes wildly underneath him. The motion makes your breast flop up and down uncontrollably under your shirt. Your pussy tries to strangle his cock, grippin Steve so fuckin snuggly.

When he pulls back and pushes in the third time, it's to the hilt and you fucking lose it. Your hands reach up to grab onto something, anything, as your gushing pussy releases a strong jet against the dick sittin your guts. You feel Steve's blonde silky strands against your fingertips and unconsciously grab a handful in each palm as you pull HARD, his head yanking back vigorously. He's moans like a whore at your rough treatmeant but you dont hear. The puddle under you grows as you squirt again, streams of your cream weeping out around his twitchin dick. Your soaking wet little puss can't stop trying to milk him for all he's worth.

"Steeeeeeeve, uhh uhh hhh, St- aaaah!" His name is the only word he's able to make out through your gasping sobs.

Steve Roger's might be super human but he was still a man. Between your unexpected orgasm, coupled with the way you were shuddering and wailing, all bets were off. He no longer avoids looking at your beautiful body. Steve grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. He wordlessly pulls his dick out to inspect your release before serving you deep, rapid, jerky strokes. Your head thrashes side to side as he pipes you down. You're gasping in gleeful gratification, as his cock stick and stirs you thoroughly. SMACK SMACK, SMACK SMACK, SMACK SMACK. The sounds of your intense fucking and heavy breathing are loud in Steve's ears.

His pelvis smashes into your juicy ass, forcing you quivering body to accept penetrating thrusts. The nut he's about to release is as sudden as yours, barreling through him like a freight train. He snatches your wrist together in one big hand while the other firmly grasps your chin, leaning down to connect your lips in a feral wet kiss. Your mind is so cloudy but you try with all your might to return the kiss.

"Oh Sh-.. Daaammit! Hah! Ahhhhh, fuh-.. S-such a good giiirrll." Steve moans into your mouth as his cum surges into you in an outpour.

Hot liquid cascades against your delicate little pusses quivering walls, immediately helping to clear the fog in your head just a bit. With each thrust inside, his throbbing girth splashes your inside and fills you up. Steve's head lowers, mouth near your ear, as he huffs out low groans and cums so fuckin much that it begins to spill from your insides like a river. Even after the 5th pump of cum, his fat cock keeps draining itself into you.

You can finally think a little as your head falls to the side limply. Your chest rises up and down rapidly as you try catch your breath, the smell of sex in the air. Steves head is buried in your neck as he does the same when your eyes fall on Steve's pants and shoes. Your eyes wide as saucers at the un-fuckin-believable sight right in front of you.

"Roger's, your boot is pressing on the dam comm!!"

[svgvru]

suguru . . . i'm so sorry i can never keep my promises.

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 . . . you've learned that. and everytime you fail, its as if your heart tries to collaspe on it's self. and funny enough, those promises were always meant and directed to suguru geto. "i'll marry him," you thought to yourself in naivety. you really did think so! a trip to his parents' house, a beg and a plead, and then there was a yes! "i'll marry you . . . " the boxed ring fell to the floor. "i was just there . . . " you mumble as yaga told you the geto's were dead, at the hands of their own son. your heart ached, your eyes weeped, and you took care of the funeral arrangements for your geto's parents. you couldn't keep your promise.

you had somewhat come to terms with suguru's defection, and then he showed up with two little girls. two sick little girls that he refused to take to the "monkeys." so you took care of them.

enrolling them with school, recruiting shoko to help with their girl problems, taking care of them if suguru can't. they were your daughters. the children of you and suguru. "i promise you i will protect them," you told suguru in confidence when he suggested that december 24th might be his last. "i will protect you," you had said years ago. you couldn't keep your promise. not even when you held his deceased body in your hands.

when satoru was sealed, your heart dropped. yet another person you loved was hurt becuase of your incompetence. you had attempted to speak with the imposter when you felt it. mei mei and ui ui were on the tracks in front of him, and you were on the tracks behind him. "im sure you can feel it . . . " the imposter said. nanako and mimiko's curser energy! that of which was paired with one of sukuna's fingers. pleasepleaseplease! no nonono, what are they doing here?! panic surged throughout your body and you ran. you ran and ran theoughot the station, dread in your veins when you felt sukuna's energy. and then they disappeared.

"no . . . " you slumped against a wall when you heard nanako's screaming be cut off. tears swellwed in your eyes. you knew it, the second their cursed energy left.

your girls, your daughters . . . were dead.

you failed to keep your promise, once again.

[lanternlightss]

so far have said it four more times :]

where percy

gonna keep a collection of “where percy.” so far it’s been two XD

[searchingsomewhere]

All Too Well, Part 17

{"I bet on losing dogs. I know they're losing and I pay for my place."}

All Too Well Masterlist

Part 16

CW: Toji; that's all I feel I need to say lol. Graphic violence.

The man who nearly killed Satoru was built like no man Miho had ever seen. Tall and large like a tree, his trunk-like arms muscular and sturdy. Dark, short hair. From the way he held his head, she could see a scar on the side of his mouth.

Suguru was lying face down on the ground, struggling to push himself up onto al fours. He coughed violently, blood gushing out of his mouth. The squelching sound made her sick.

The Star Plasma Vessel laid still on the ground between them. Brain matter and blood was splattered across the floor near her head.

More importantly, Miho sensed no cursed energy from this man. At all. She cursed her luck. An opponent with no cursed energy... that was the exact opposite of what her technique required. Still. He'd kill Suguru if she didn't intervene. She couldn't use Simple Seal to deal with him. But she had other tricks up her sleeve.

The man turned just in time, grabbing her foot as she swung it to kick him. He held her there for a moment, green eyes meeting her own in an amused way. Miho gritted her teeth in a snarl, shifting her weight to balance onto one foot.

"Geez, it never ends," The man said, "What's your deal?"

Simple Seal...

The talisman stuck between the bottom of her foot and his hand became engulfed in a blue flame. The man clicked his tongue and gripped her foot harder. He threw her to the side. Miho stumbled back, gripping the railing. He was trying to wave the now stuck talisman from his hand. Her heartbeat was drumming in her ears.

"They told me about you," the man said, walking towards her, "Your technique won't work on me-"

...Restraint!

The flame fizzled out pathetically. He paused, taking his attention away to inspect it. Miho gritted her teeth. The man still had use of his arm. It was just as she thought; She couldn't seal him without her domain. But she could hold him off.

"M-Miho," Suguru managed, barely able to raise his head, "Run!"

The man was beside her in seconds. Miho hardly had time to register the hit before the force knocked her far away. She hit the wall with a sick crack, stumbling to her knees. Shockwaves of pain burst through her back.

Fuck! she thought, If I take another hit like that-

She felt air rush by her side and she spun, putting up both arms to defend herself. He feigned the hit, striking her stomach instead. Miho focused her cursed energy into her feet and held strong. She ducked under his next strike, bringing up her fist to slam into his torso. His abdomen was rock solid and she winced at the impact.

He was faster than any opponent she had ever faced. And stronger. But if she pushed herself hard enough, Miho knew she was about as fast as he was. He must have a Heavenly Restriction, being able to move like this. Suguru was trying to stand, holding his stomach. He could barely move. Images of Satoru lying on the ground, dying, flooded her mind. Anger broiled in her chest. It expanded as she moved, dodging and weaving past his attacks. Focus into your fist-

The blue cursed energy engulfing her fist turned black.

Black Flash!

The man brought his arm up to block. He wasn't expecting the force behind her strike. It pushed him away, enough for her to switch her stance back into the defense. Pain racked her chest and she stopped, collasping as the overwelming urge to cough overtook her. Blood splattered all over the ground. Despite the room spinning around her, she pushed through to get to Suguru.

"Suguru!" she screamed, grabbing his shoulders.

He pushed her away, "Go, run-!" Suguru shoved her aside as the man appeared between them.

She couldn't land another Black Flash. What else could she do? She didn't have her lighter, so she couldn't use her cursed fire technique. And Black Flash burned through so much of her cursed energy. She could feel its weight straining on her body. Miho shared a glance with Suguru. There was one way to end it. He caught the knowing look in her eyes.

"Miho, you can't," he urged, voice breaking. "Don't!"

It'd take her thirty seconds to complete.

Pinky and middle finger down. She flew through the hand signs, fingers moving expertly.

The man gritted his teeth, eyes narrowing in recognition. "That's annoying."

Miho stepped back to duck under his swing- but he was already behind her.

A strange, fractured blade speared through her back. It's tip protruded through her chest, skewering through her hands. Suguru's eyes widened in fear, mouth falling open in a gasp. Miho froze. It didn't hurt. Her mind couldn't properly register the pain spreading through her body. She felt the man's breath on her ear.

"Don't take it personally, kid," he muttered.

"Don't fucking touch her!" Suguru screamed.

Miho gasped, choking on her own blood as it clogged her throat. The man grabbed the side of her head and jerked the blade dow-

Part 18

[fandomwe1rd0]

Wrote some Rick and Morty angst and comfort based on my headcanon of Morty being scared of public restrooms due to Mr. Jellybean (Fuck Mr. Jellybean by the way, he deserves to rot in hell <3)

TW WRITTEN DEPICTIONS OF PANIC ATTACKS, FLASHBACKS TO ATTEMPTED R**E

Rick and Morty were eating at Shoney's. Morty said "Rick, I have to go to the bathroom, can we go home now?" One part of Rick's unibrow raised "We're in the midd-*burp*-le of a meal, and you wanna go ho-*burp*-me because you need to take a shit? Just use the publ-*burp*-ic bathroom." Morty stared at the public bathroom, as he shook off his thoughts, Mr. Jellybean wasn't even in this dimension. He was freaking out over nothing. He took a deep breath and nodded "G-good point Rick...y-you're right" Rick rolled his eyes "Of cou-*burp*-rse I'm right." Morty rolled his eyes. Egotisical asshole.

He walked in but then he was covered in a cold sweat. He tried to slow his breath, but he couldn't stop himself from hyperventaliting. The memories rushed back, making him dizzy "I'm Mr. Jellybean!" He remembered his head being pushed onto the cold metal sink "Stop fighting me!" He shook his head roughly, he remembered how Mr. Jellybean's drool felt "Just let this happen." He couldn't get even breath anymore, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't get enough air, he eventually fell on the cold floor.

Rick looked over to the bathroom door and at the time, it's been 10 minutes, that's too long right? Morty should be back by now, right? He was tapping his foot and biting his nails. After 5 more minutes passed, he went into the bathroom and saw Morty on the floor. He immiedately went to hold onto him "Morty?!" He let out a sigh of relief when he saw that Morty was still breathing, thank god if Morty was gone he would've...his grip on Morty tightened....he didn't even want to think about it.

Morty's eyes eventually fluttered open "R-Rick...?" Rick sighed "You fucking scared me Morty! What the fuck?!" Rick asked in the tone of a parent scolding their child. Morty blinked "I ju-" Rick interupted him "Why did you pass out?" Morty sighed "I-I don't know, Rick! I-I just walked in and..." his face turned pale as he started hyperventaliting again, the memories hitting him like a slap on the face "A-and...and..." Morty was about to pass out again but then Rick held him close "Don't you dare. Don't you fucking dare. Stay with me, Morty. Remember to breath." Morty roughly gripped onto Rick 's labcoat and started hyperventaliting, sobbing into Rick's shoulder, then Rick rubbed Morty's back, tracing it in small circle as he whispered "It'll be ok...grandpa's got you..." Morty's body relaxed slightly at those words as he began to breath normally. Still crying softly though.

He tried to get up, but just collasped on top of Rick, and began to cry in Rick's chest while Rick stroked Morty's hair "I've got you..." Rick continued to let Morty cry into his chest, stroking Morty's hair and occassionally kissing his forehead. Eventually Morty calmed down with a shaky breath and Rick asked "You good now?" Morty nodded with a meak smile and Rick picked him up "Maybe we don't need to finish our meal, how about we go home and watch some interdimensional cable. huh?" Morty nodded meakly, too weak to speak. Then Rick walked out of Shoney's, while holding onto Morty.

[novankenn]

Son of the Serpent (7)

/==/ Table of Contents /==/

Jaune was a nervous wreck. Knowing that his mother was coming to Beacon was bad enough, but finding out from Professor Good witch during an aside conversation before his first Combat Class about his mother's instructions made it worse.

To try and ease the growing panic in their team leader, Nora, Pyrrha and Ren railed about him. Trying to distract his mind with extra training, and mediation... it was partially successful... but fell all apart when Jaune awoke on the day of his mother's arrival.

He had felt a slight weight on his chest, and when he opened his eyes... and found a Vacuo Death Viper curled up on his chest looking him in the eyes. Jaune stared back his heart thumping in his chest, the urge to flee building, However as he continued his stare down with the deadliest serpent on Sanus he began to calm down.

"Mother" Jaune spoke, his mind settling.

"Jaune!" Pyrrha screamed, in terror. "Hold still, I'll... I'll..."

"It's okay Pyrrha." Jaune commented as the snake slithered off allowing Jaune to sit up. "That was just my mom letting me know she was here. I'm perfectly safe."

To underline the point Jaune climbed out of bed and reached down. The highly venomous serpent coiled about his arm and climbed up until it could sit about his shoulders and neck.

/==/

Ozpin held himself still and stoically as the utter massive of snakes that flooded into his office. Glynda was a little less composed, her riding crop out, ready to defend them. The pair stumbled back as a professionally suited woman with flowing black hair rose from amidst the writhing mass.

"Ozpin."

"That's a new trick... Ms Arc." Ozpin commented.

"I have many that you have never witnessed." Benisato hissed her anger plainly evident "NOW, about my son..."

Glynda reacted instantly at what she saw as a hostile action by Benisato Arc. She lashed out with her semblance entrapping the woman's form, in mid move. Then she stiffened as she felt an arm encircle her neck and a small less than maybe a foot long scaled horror rise up before her eyes baring fangs dripping with venom.

"That is a Bitis schneideri.. native to the coastal regions of Menagerie... while not the most venomous of my... pets... at this proximity to your face... I'm sure you would loose and eye or two..." a voice hissed into Glynda's right ear.

Glynda's concentration broke and the figure that she had entrapped collasped like paper to the floor.

"The cast-off-skin... I've heard about that ability... but never seen it. Interesting" Ozpin commented. "Please release my Deputy Benistao."

"Of course."

[goldfades]

🍁 jamie drysdale!

AAAAAAA MY BABY. i literally have a whole playlist dedicated to this man with JUST taylor songs, so i had to make a very tough decision

he's so gorgeous coded, you LITERALLY CANNOT LOOK AT HIM AND TELL ME HE ISN'T GORGEOUS CODED.

bye this song was literally written for his beautiful man.

you were completed okay and normal a few minutes ago, talking and laughing along with your friends. that all got turned upside down once jamie and trevor had arrived.

suddenly, you were acting all shy and reserved ─ which was nothing like you. everyone was too engulfed in their other conversations to even realize the change except jamie.

god, you hated the way his presence made you all shy and giddy, something you hadn't felt since middle school ─ you felt like a little girl with her first crush and you hated it.

you were so frustrated with your own reaction, you tried to regain your composure. taking a deep breath, you forced a smile and joined in the conversation with your friends. however, every so often, your gaze would drift in jamie's direction unintentionally.

he noticed your occasional glances, and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. jamie was well aware of the effect he had on you, and it seemed like he was secretly enjoying it. you couldn't help if he genuinely found your newfound shyness amusing or just weird.

as the evening continued, you couldn't shake the feeling of being under jamie's magnetic pull. despite your best efforts, you remained captivated by his presence, and the butterflies in your stomach refused to settle down.

after a while, you needed to refill your drink. you looked around the living room to try and find any sight of jamie but were slightly relieved that he was sitting away from the kitchen, next to trevor and some of their friends. you took that as your chance to get up and go get another drink quickly.

as you were taking out another white claw from your friend's refrigerator, you turned and suddenly there he was. you jumped slightly and dropped the can on the floor.

you both knelt down to grab the can. your hands brushed against each other as you exchanged awkward smiles. as you started to retract your hand, jamie grabbed it gently and handed the drink to you. his touch sent a jolt of warmth through you, and you couldn't help but blush slightly. y/n, you dumb bitch. get it together, you thought to yourself as you both gazed at one another.

"uh, thanks."

"no problem, y/n." his name rolled off his tongue almost too perfectly, making your heart jump. "so, uh how's your night going?"

pretty good before you came, i wanted to say. "good," you mumbled out politely. you straightened your back consciously. "how's yours?"

"good-"

before he could reply, trevor yelled out from the living room. "guys, come back here. we're gonna watch a movie."

you almost let out sigh out of relief as you gave him another polite smile. if you were around him for even a few more seconds, you were sure your heart was going to collasp.

of course, though, jamie did not understand that at all. as you took a seat on the couch, so did jamie ─ right next to you. your thighs were pressed against each other because apparently, everyone else wanted to join you two on the small couch.

jamie moved his arm from his side, and around your shoulder to make more room for all your friends. you felt yourself tense up and suddenly, the room became smaller and your cheeks felt warmer. you swore your heart was going to beat out of your chest and you were sure that jamie could also hear it.

"sorry," he whispered in your ear. your neck filled with goosebumps as you felt his warm breath against your cheek, "had to make more room for trev."

you looked back at him and again, you felt as if your heart was going to collapse. his ocean blue eyes stared warmly back into yours as the movie began to play.

"yeah, um... no problem."

he smiled back, "okay, good. sorry if i made you uncomfortable-"

"no!" you said, almost a little too loud. jamie let out a small laugh at your slight outburst as embarrassment filled your system. "no, you're totally good."

"good," he responded.

as the movie progressed, you guys got closer and closer until you were practically on his lap. and as the movie progressed, the normal it became. you could finally focus on the movie and your heart was beating normally now.

after the movie was done, and you guys all began to get ready to go home, jamie stopped you right before you got into your car.

"hey, um..." he looked kind of shy. that entire night, this was the first time he seemed flustered.

"yeah?"

"well, trevor said that um.. actually, that doesn't matter." he chuckled nervously, his face slightly flushed. "well, i thought you were sending me signals and i was wondering if i could, get your... um number?"

your heart started beating at an abnormal pace for the millionth time that night, you felt nauseous in a good way. wow, he was asking for your number?

it took you a couple seconds to comprehend it and jamie was started get a little worried. he was about to say something before you replied, "yes! is that even a question?"

you both then just exchanged awkward glances before a smile engulfed both your faces, before laughing. "okay, then. good."

MY 100 FOLLOWER CELLY!

[lostonehero]

Marius has a bad time or more new mechs and tma au stuff

Marius was rubbing his eyes. The pain was getting worse as they continued deeper into these tunnels. "Mr. Bouchard, I don't mean to sound rude, but how much farther?" He was incredibly uncomfortable, and his hair was threatening to move without his permission from the slick back position.

Elias looks back and smiles. "Not much further now, Marius. Now, the history of these tunnels goes back over 200 years. Created by Robert Smirke himself, now he was quite detail orientated if you knew him."

Marius nods. He doesn't really know how long humans live, but he knows how long Martin should live and that he wanted to expand that. He knew about the other species that his crew was made up of and what that meant. He probably should look more into humans for Martin's sake. "That's very interesting, sir." He barely could register the now open room they were in, let alone the mummified corpse.

"Now I normally don't have the choice in choosing my new body, the Beholder picks for me, and I wake up and move on. However, the situation has changed, and unfortunately, this body is on its last legs." Elias sighs.

Marius felt like his eyes were about to explode from pressure, and he barely registered that he was being spoken too.

"I'm having Peter take over in the meantime since you're so new to the institute. Elias was here for at least 3 years, but I can't be picky. Not when I'm getting so close and you just walked in. I really have to thank you, Marius." Elias hums softly. "Now, don't worry, you won't be left when I take over. I've heard death is quite peaceful."

Marius's vision went black as he collasped on the floor. He could feel a warm sticky liquid drip down his cheeks before sweet unconsciousness took over.

.......

Jonah opened his eyes with a sigh. "Not an enjoyable process being awake, but necessary for the situation." He walked over to the corpse on the floor and fished out his phone. He shudders, finally realizing his new body felt wrong on many different levels. He went to run a hand through his new hair and bit back a surprised yelp.

"Not human." Marius blearily blinked as he floated next to the man possessing his body. "Also, be gentle. My hair is very sensitive."

"You're still alive?" Jonah watches Marius float in front of him.

"Kind of comes with the territory. I wonder if you'll stick around if I get killed well, my body, at least." Marius scratches his chin. "I can't say I've been possessed before, and it's quite an odd feeling."

Jonah stumbles back and hits a wall with a new jolt of nerves he has no experience with. He goes up his spine. "What are you?"

Marius snickers. "Is this how Jonny felt watching me stumble around for the first hundred of years felt? Because if it is, then I get his humor." He smiles as he floats down to sit next to the man possessing his body. "I would take over, but seeing you flail around is way funnier. I'm not human, I'm not even from earth to be fair."

......

Jonny can feel his tail threaten to break his belt loops on his pants. He was annoyed the sun went down, and he was stuck waiting outside Elias's office waiting for Marius. This was incredibly frustrating. Why did he have to wait for him he's a grown ass man. He can take care of himself, and it's not like he could die.

Jonnys phone buzzed and he took it out to see a message from Martin

Martin: Is Marius out yet? I'm sorry I asked for you to wait. I'm making your favorite when you both get back. I even found some bad alien movies for this weekend for just us to enjoy. I mean, you don't have to. I know you might have other plans, and that's ok.

Jonny can feel his face heat up. Ok, he knows why he's doing it, and homemade dinner sounded amazing. He was never much of a cook unless you counted butchering an animal you kill and cooking it over an open flame proper dinner. Martin spoiled him, and he expected nothing in return it's the least he could do to wait for Marius. He knew Ashes had to drag Ivy out of the library because it's Friday night, and the building was closed for the weekend.

Jonny began to play with his phone before his ears twitched with a new noise in the air that he knew to be Marius laughing. He scowls, shoving his phone in his pocket. "Are you quite done wasting time?" His annoyed scowl dropped to a confused frown as he confronted Marius.

Marius looked disheveled, which he rarely was unless it was early morning or he just left Raphella lab. His tail was swaying lazily behind him, and his hair seemed to be stretching. His pointed ears, Martin like to call elf ears, were blue at the top to match his mood, which was happiness. "Jonny!"

"Please tell me you're drunk." Jonny pinched his brow and sighed. He would much rather prefer a drunk Marius to a sober one. It's much easier to get him to do things.

"I'm possessed!" Marius breaks down in giggles. "I know you can't see him, but his face when I slit my throat was priceless. Also, he stays after I die, which is a little annoying, but he had no idea I wasn't human." He starts to laugh harder. "So so Elias wasn't actually Elias it was this guy Jonah possessing his body, and he picked..." He composes himself the best he could without breaking down laughing again. "He picked me! To possess! I've got his eyes now."

Jonny raised his brow, but the gray eyes were definitely not Marius's, but they were in his head. "So you got a dead guy in you?"

"I have a guy scared to die in me." Marius breaks down laughing again.

Jonny snickers that turns to laughter and is very insane laughter. "Fucking scared to die? That's fucking hilarious. I I.... fuck me I'm texting the group chat."

.....

The less cool mech chat because Martin isn't here

Jonny: guys Marius has a dead guys eyes now

Ashes: like in his hands or...?

Raphella: did he get affected by one of the cursed books? I will run tests.

Tim: You've gotta be specific. TS is asking if it's the same guy who stole their vocal cords.

Jonny: Like in his skull.....

Jonny sends a picture of Marius purple face mid laughter and his eyes are clearly gray and not green anymore. His hair is pointed up straight, and his sharp teeth are on display. There's blood on his white shirt from an earlier slit throat.

Raphella: I would like to remove the eyes

Tim: dude what the fuck

Brian: Is there another doctor?

Jonny: so.....

Jonny puts in a audio message explaining the entire situation as Marius is giggling in the background adding details like the guys name is Jonah and he's nearly 300 years old and how he did this to serve his god.

Ivy: so can he get the keys and I can go to the library?

Ashes: no

Ivy: fuck you

Ashes: Martin wants you to join game night Sunday.

Ivy: that means Raphella cant drag Marius to her lab

Raphella: darling I have wendsday open for that

TS: Honorary Mechanism!

Jonny: mechanism plus one.

Ashes: sorry TS I'm with Jonny

TS: That Is OK We Have A New Friend

Marius: Jonah didn't belive in aliens.

Several people are typing

[my5unday]

Helloo everypet 💜 today me, @octonauter and one of our friends (who i dont think has tumblr) worked on the second chapter of that evil vinnil angst fanfic from a while ago err have fun reading 😭

(ALSO PLSS TELL ME YOU GUYS KNOW ABOUT THE JK ROWLING BLACK MOLD THEORY 😭😭)

It was the coldest day of the summer but the most humid, tere was a negative and uncomfortable energy that clung to the air of the petshopt. It was awfully quiet.. Apart from Sunils WICKED giggles. The other pets were huddled around the campfire singing the campfire song. “C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G SONG” they chanted in unison. Sunil was in a secluded corner of the day camp, scheming up an evil plan. He felt that Vinnie had disrespected him immensely by launching him into the ocean then giving him cpr in front of Youngmee, Sue, Jasper.. YOU GET IT. To get back at him, Sunil had the grandiose idea to grow black mold in the petshop and give Vinnie black mold poisoning, because he is deathly allergic to it [most people are.. I think.. But hes worse]. Sunil used his magic to create black mold spores on the corner of the day camp he stood in front of. He then used his magic even more to speed up the spread of the black mold. He let out a wicked laugh, excited to get his revenge on that green goblin.

Speaking on thr vinnie, no one had seen him in two days. He hadnt showed up to the day camp at all. All the pets just assumed that vinnie had just stayed home. He heard coughing from the other side of the room, volient and deadly, sickening and heartstopping. He turned around, pennlyling collasped on the floor, clutching her stomach. The animation meme black goo poured from her mouth. The pets payed no mind to this and continued singing the camp fire song because it was more important than penyling not succumbing [cucumbing[cucumber] to a slow and painful death [C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G SONG! 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁]. She was expenspensible in the senseless world. A baby panda like her was all too rare in the cat and dog world. Sunil rushed to Penny lings side, dousing the fire so the pets would shut the up for once. They all groaned in annoyance. Despite gaining this illness less than ten seconds ago she was dawned with the heroin chique, her facial struture bolden and cheeks caved in gibing her that sickly starving model look. “Oh my John Eclipse penny ling! What in dogs name happened to you?” Zoe asked, appalled and honestly disgusted. Pennyling tried to respond but only coughed violently in response. She became delirious and suddenly got the urge to write on-twitter…

“Fetch me my cellular, heathen!” Pennyling shouted like a queen, and Zoey quickly did as she was told, believing this request to be her dying wish. She snatched the cellular from Zoey and began writing her first tweet on her account “PLMofficial” [Penny Ling Moulding]. Her first tweet read “The mold would NEVER bless trans people #moldingout #themoldsaves #jesusmolds #moldlovesmeyesIknow” The mold had turned Penny Ling PROBLEMATIC!! Zoey starts to feel weird as the mold starts to corrupt her brain 2. The animation meme black goo pooled at the corner of her mouth as she became chronically online. Zoey snatched the phone off Pennyling and read her tweet. “Wait.. IM TRANS! IM TRANS AND SHES SAYING THIS ABOUT ME” Zoey yelled in her mind. Chronically online rage consumed her.. “I… I HAVE TO RATIO PENNY LING!”

SHe typed furiously on her own phone and  whipped up a horrible comment that we don[t get paid enough to show and PLMofficial Was so offended she spiraled into depression within 10 seconds and  typeda undercover compliment comment to self medicate her self.

¨fr¨ the comment read, and penny smiled to herself.¨ Inally, someone cares…………..”she said, but she realizwd she forgot to switch accounts! Üh oh wrong account she posted and became mad at ZOey for tricking her [she didn really but pennyling was delusional] And a fight started brewing!

***

Blythe meanwhile was in her room, eyes red from being awake for the past 3 days. She had a twisted smile on her face, one of pure insanity. Huddled underneath her blanket she clung onto her phone which was scorching hot from over using it, the extreme heat burning off her fingerprints. She was playing dressed to impressed, desprate for the role of top model, refusing to eat or sleep until she achieved her goal. Everyone was worried about her, Youngmee, Sue, Jasper, Mrs Twombly, her father, all the pets owners and cousins and all the kigs’ horses and all the king's men havent seen her since this addiction started. Mr baxter decided enough was enough and forcibly burst down her dor with a machine gun. Instantly exploding into pecices “blythey, this HAS to stop!” he cried “DAD not now! Im playing roblox.” he unplugged her phone wich had been running on -1 percent and she let out a shrill shreik. He slung her over his shoulder and marched out the door. “Your going to rehab!”

at the pet shop, all the pets starting to place bets on whod survive the fightn when all of a sudden… “GUYS! COME OVER HERE YOU GOTTA SEE THIS!” Russel shouted. Everyone ran over to see Blythe being forcibly pushed into the back of a cop car!? “RELEASE ME I WANT MORE MORE” Blythe screamed as the cops finally managed to shove her in and lock the car door behind her. As they drove off, Youngmee, Sue, Jasper, Mrs Twombly, her father, all the pets owners and cousin and all the king’s horses and all the king’s men stood there in shock when a somber voice broke the silence. A group of government official looking peeple walken up to the crowd. “We’re sorry, everyone,” they said, “but vinnie’s body has been found.”

Blythey sat in a room of the rehab facility, sitting on one of those loungey chairs at therapy. Her rehab guy began asking her questions. “So, Blythe, tell me when this addiction first started.” Blythe looked at the rehab guy with an ellie and mason LOOK 💜 “Four days ago.. A uh… talking lizard introduced me to the game” Rehab guy gave Blythe a confused look. “A talking lizard showed you dress to impre-?” “YES! 😁😁😁🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😜😉😉😜😜omg😜😜😜😜😜😉🤯💅💅💅💅” she replied, instantly excited over the mention of the game by name. Rehab guy began writing notes in >*~-THE BOOK OF NOTES-~*<. “Blythe, you have a serious addiction to roblox games, in order to get you under control….” The words seemed to blur out after that in her mind. Her fingers began pointing to the assortment of clothes around the rehab room. “Blythe.. Blythe.. BLYTHE!!!” rehab guy yelled, finally catching her attention. “What are you doing??” he asked, to which Blythe replied, “Dressing💅up..” Blythe addiction had worsened to the point she thought the real world had turned into Dress to Impress, perchance a side effect of her withdrawal. She had to be strapped down to a stretcher as she began to lash out when the game was taken from her and she halucinated themse before her “NO! NO ! A FUR COMBO! I WONT LOOSE TO A FUR COMBO!” she screeched. And was locked away in a paddedroom.

[dearmahiru-archive]

collasping on the floor.

mahiru's handwriting has been extremely neat for the most part but dipped while writing this short sentence. this was the question she was overcome with grief while writing.

i might be looking too much into it but the clipped answer is so overwhelming. they both endured so much hardship during this relationship and she came out barely knowing him apart from the fact he's kind. despite calling their meeting "fate," her boyfriend was a very, very normal person who just didn't fulfill her desires. he's just a guy gave her coffee that one time.

and she wanted to marry him.