#Oh no I hope they don't get caught ( ˶•̀ ᎑ - ˶ )

[lolab4t]

pinned down - smut 18+

MINORS DNI

pairing: thunderbolt!bucky barnes x f!thunderbolt!younger!reader summary: daily sparring sessions with bucky always toe the line between playfulness and tension. but today, that tension snaps. when another round ends with you straddling him on the mat, it sets off a chain reaction of confessions, teasing, and desire too long buried. bucky finally stops holding back, and so do you. word count: 8.8k warning(s): 18+ explicit content warning, smut, mature themes, light swearing, some power dynamics, dry humping, unprotected p in v, semi-public setting, mention of thunderbolts*, age difference, reader is described with afab anatomy a/n: so bucky is officially my current fictional man of the month. like i was always a loki girly, but tumblr has converted me... anyways, i really hope you enjoy :) and if you do, please feel free to like, comment, or reblog! <3 also, requests are open!

killshot - magdalena bay

“again,” bucky grunted as he got to his feet, breathless but stubborn.

the two of you were in the thunderbolts training facility, doing your daily sparring. strength wise, you were both pretty much on the same level. but, for some reason, you always seemed to come out on top. literally. it was usually you pinning him down.

you rolled your eyes from where you stood across the mat. “you sure? that’s the third time i’ve had you on your back today.”

his lips twitched. “don’t flatter yourself.”

"too late for that…" you chuckled, backing into your stance. “c’mon, grandpa.”

that got him moving.

he hated when you called him that. grandpa? sure, he was over 100 years old, but he sure didn't feel or seem like it. plus, a lot of those years he didn't even remember.

he didn't want you to think of him as too old for you.

the two of you danced in circles, boots quiet against the padded floor. it wasn’t serious, just the usual, but there was always an edge when it came to you and bucky. teasing. testing. a little too much eye contact.

he lunged. you dodged. your leg hooked around his, and with a twist and a push, he hit the mat again with a thud.

you landed straddling his hips, pinning his shoulders with your hands, grinning down at him.

“fourth time,” you said smugly. “you getting rusty, barnes?”

he didn’t answer right away. just blinked up at you with that unreadable expression, metal fingers twitching at your sides like he was debating something.

then, without warning, he moved.

in a blur of motion, he twisted under you, caught you off balance, and the next thing you knew, you were the one flat on your back. his body hovered over yours, one knee braced between your legs, hands pinning your wrists to the mat.

your breath hitched. why was that so hot?

trying to compensate for the blush creeping onto your cheeks, you scoffed, “cheap shot.”

“all’s fair,” bucky replied, his voice low. you could tell he was partially lost in thought, like he was still debating something.

you shifted under him, pretending like your pulse wasn’t hammering in your throat. “you gonna make a move, or just hover like a weirdo?”

his grip on your wrists didn’t tighten, but his gaze did… sharp, focused, like he was searching for something in your face.

“i think i just did,” he said, letting out a dry, short laugh.

your breath hitched again.

you knew what he meant.

the words hung there for a beat too long.

his eyes were bracing for rejection, like he’d already decided he could handle it.

then, breaking the silence, he gave a small smirk, “you know, i usually just let you pin me.”

you laughed, short, breathless. "oh, so you're saying you don't even try?"

"maybe i just like the view when you're on top of me."

you stared up at him, feeling like your heart stopped beating.

then you swallowed, speaking in an unsure tone. "you being serious?"

"i'm not the messing-around type. you should know that by now."

"good," you smiled, "neither am i."

his smirk turned into a grin, “so… rematch?”

you hummed, “maybe. only if you’re playing for keeps.”

then your grin turned into a smirk, your eyes darkening. "or… we could do something else."

he snickered, the challenge in his eyes shifting into something deeper, more intense. he lowered his voice, just enough for you to barely hear him.

“something else, huh?”

you nodded slowly, heart racing, the heat between you suddenly more than just from exertion. his metal fingers brushed against your jaw, light as a feather but enough to make you catch your breath.

“tell me what you want,” he murmured, his voice husky, close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin.

you swallowed, eyes looking up into his almost innocently, words barely a whisper. “right here. right now.”

he chuckled low, a sound that sent shivers down your spine.

then, his lips were on yours. rough. passionate. heated.

he pulled your bodies up to a sitting position, you in his lap, straddling him.

your hands were all over each other. hungry.

“tell me if i’m moving too fast,” he murmured against your lips, voice thick with desire but a hint of hesitation.

you whispered against his mouth, “don’t stop.”

his lips curled into a slow smile before dipping down to kiss the sensitive skin along your neck. the roughness of his stubble mixed with the softness of his touch made your skin shiver.

you grounded your hips down on him, aiming for his growing bulge, causing him to let out a low grunt.

“i’m right here,” he murmured, voice low and whiny. “just tell me what you want.”

your hands explored the broad planes of his chest beneath his shirt, feeling the steady beat of his heart. your fingers curled into the fabric as you pressed closer, bouncing on his lap slowly.

"you, bucky. i want you."

he unraveled before you. his hands were on your hips, guiding your grinding to hit where he need you most just right. his face was in the crook of your neck. you could feel his quick breaths against your skin.

you whined, making yourself feel good against him. one of your hands snaked around the back his neck, moving up slowly to tangle your fingers in hair. the other moved down from his chest to his abs slowly, stopping right at his belt.

one hand remained on your hip, while the other had already unclasped your bra and pulled your shirt over your head.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and searching. “god, you're beautiful."

then his gaze softened ever so slightly, "we don’t have to rush.”

you shook your head, breathless but sure. “i don’t want to wait.”

his smirk deepened, “then let me show you how much i’ve been holding back,” he murmured, voice thick with need.

his lips found your jaw, trailing hot kisses down to your throat. you tipped your head back, giving him better access, grinding on him in a faster pace now. you tugged on his shirt, pulling it up slightly.

he chuckled as he moved his hand to pull his shirt the rest of the way over his head.

his lips went back to your neck, leaving a trail from your throat back up to your mouth, where he captured your lips in a kiss that was all tongue and heat and longing.

“fuck,” he breathed against your lips, “i’ve wanted this for so long.”

you smiled against his mouth, fingers trailing down his chest, feeling every muscle tense beneath your touch.

“then don’t hold back,” you whispered.

he grinned as his hands roamed lower, "i know you like having me on my back, but it's your turn, again."

his smirk widened as he eased you back onto the mat, hovering over you with that smug face.

“payback’s a bitch, huh?” he murmured, voice low and teasing as he brushed his lips along your jaw. “but don’t worry… i’ll make sure you enjoy every second of it.”

he slid your pants and panties down your legs, his mouth following the path of his hands, slow and deliberate, worshiping every inch of skin he revealed with eyes drinking you in like he’d never seen anything more beautiful. you were breathless under his gaze.

you tugged at his belt, fingers fumbling with need, and he let out a soft, breathless laugh, helping you shed the last of his clothes.

he captured your lips in another kiss, before pulling back to position himself in front of your entrance. "you sure about this? we can slow down."

you looked up at him, "i'm sure, bucky." your voice was confident and firm.

his jaw tensed at your words, like restraint was hanging by a thread.

“okay,” he breathed, voice husky and deep. “okay.”

he kissed you again, slower this time, like he was memorizing the shape of your mouth. his hands smoothed down your sides, grounding you, and you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched as he finally pushed into you.

his movement was slow, deliberate, patient…

he smiled, soft, lopsided, nothing like the usual cocky smirk. just him.

his name fell from your lips in a whisper, and he caught it with another kiss, like he’d been waiting to hear it just like that.

bucky held you like you were something precious, like every inch of you mattered. and maybe, to him, it did.

your bodies moved in rhythm. his hands mapped your body with quiet touch, no rush, just the kind of intent that said this wasn’t just want, it was care. maybe even more.

the air between you was heavy, warm, laced with the sound of shared breaths and quiet murmurs of each other’s names.

it wasn't long before you both unraveled in each other's arms, your movements halting.

your bodies laid tangled in one another. bucky let out a quiet chuckle, pressing a kiss to your temple. “so… still think i’m getting rusty?”

you laughed, breathless and content. “nah. you’re just finally playing to win.”

he smirked, brushing sweaty strands from your face, his tone teasing but his gaze full of something much softer. “then i hope you’re ready to keep losing.”

and for once, you didn’t mind losing.

thanks so much for reading <3 requests are open

[lyvhie]

★ ˙ ̟ ─── . “fell for you”.

| summary | Mark didn't know that being clumsy had its advantages. | cw | fluff, strangers to something else, meet-cute?, kiiinda of love at first sight, mark is downnn bad, mark is shy but HE GOT THIS!!| | a/n | my beautiful @peterm4rker, feliz cumpleeee!! i hope you have an amazing day, thank you for being alive, i only exist on your cellphone, so all i can do for u is a silly fic, but i did it with love 😔 TUMBLR SABOTAGED ME AND DIDN'T POST, I CAN'T BELIEVE I FAILED I HAD ONE JOB 😭😭😭 i hope u like it EVERYONE SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUCI WE LOVE YOU!!!

Mark hadn’t been able to tear his eyes off you since the moment you stepped onto the dance floor. Actually, it started even earlier, when you accidentally bumped into him, nearly causing him to spill his drink all over himself.

He’d only caught a brief glimpse of you then, but it was enough. The image of you had carved itself into his mind like a permanent imprint—your eyes, framed by just the right touch of color, glowing with a playful spark. Your lips, glossy and shining, curved into a polite little smile as you muttered a quick apology.

He barely managed to say “it’s okay” in return, too stunned to form anything more coherent. He was usually the type to get flustered easily, yes, but something about you completely disarmed him.

From that moment on, his attention was glued to you for the rest of the night. He watched the way you moved so effortlessly with the rhythm, the sway of your body in perfect sync with the music, the way you tossed your head back when you laughed, bright and carefree. You leaned in to say something to a friend, smiling as they nudged you playfully, and he couldn’t help the way his eyes followed every motion like a magnet.

He wasn't completely sure, but he could’ve sworn you glanced his way a few times too—just quick flickers of your eyes in his direction, barely enough to be sure, but enough to set his nerves on fire.

Watching you from across the room, radiant and completely in your element, Mark stood frozen in place, drink hanging loosely from his fingers, heart pounding in a way he hadn't felt in a long time.

“Is that a new flirting technique?” Chenle’s voice cut through the music, amused and sharp, but Mark’s eyes remained glued to you.

“What?” Mark replied absently, not tearing his gaze away. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Chenle huffed, reaching out to nudge Mark’s chin up with two fingers, “are you trying to send telepathic signals until she magically develop the ability to receive them?” He gave Mark a pointed look. “Because you’ve been standing here with your mouth open drooling like a golden retriever for the past thirty minutes.”

“I’m not doing that,” Mark grumbled, frowning as he crossed his arms, voice defensive like a kid caught red-handed.

“Yeah, sure you’re not,” Chenle snorted, the sarcasm practically dripping. He took a sip of his drink, raising a brow at his friend. “Seriously, just go talk to her. Is it really that difficult? You’re acting like she’s gonna bite.”

Mark shot him a side-eye. “What if she does?”

“You’re right, she might,” Chenle replied, casually glancing in your direction—just in time to catch the not-so-subtle way you were watching Mark from across the room, nibbling on your lower lip with your eyes slightly narrowed. “She definitely looks like she wants to,” he added with a smirk. “But I don’t think it’s the kind of bite you’re worried about.”

Mark’s brows rose slightly, caught off guard by Chenle’s words. His gaze flicked toward you instinctively—and, oh.

You were looking right at him. No mistaking it this time. Eyes locked, lip between your teeth in a way that made his brain short-circuit for a split second.

“…Shit,” he muttered under his breath.

Chenle let out a laugh, elbowing him. “See? Told you. She’s just waiting for you to stop being a coward.”

Mark groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I don't even know what to say to her.”

“You're talking like a fucking loser, Mark,” Chenle deadpanned, already on the move. He grabbed Mark by the shoulders and started to shove him forward, away from the bar and toward the dance floor. “You’ve done all kind of stuff and now you're scared of a pretty girl?”

“I wasn’t mentally prepared for a goddess tonight,” Mark hissed under his breath, feet dragging against the floor.

Chenle rolled his eyes. “You’ll survive. Just say hi. Or smile. Or blink in Morse code if that’s easier.”

He wanted to protest, to resist his friend's insistence, maybe even run back to the safety of the bar stool, but before he knew it, his feet had betrayed him. There he was, standing just a few steps behind you, frozen in place, staring at the back of your figure illuminated by the flashing lights.

He glanced at Chenle, who was grinning like the absolute menace he was, waving mockingly from the distance, mouthing something like “Good luck.”

Mark inhaled deeply, trying to steady the wild rhythm of his heartbeat. Okay. No turning back now.

He took one slow step forward, then another, using the few seconds he had before reaching you to rehearse every possible conversation in his head—witty lines, casual compliments, charming openers. He even prepared for rejection in all its brutal forms, from polite smiles to awkward laughs.

But he was so absorbed in the panic of how not to embarrass himself and how to maybe, somehow impress you, that he completely missed the fact that his shoelaces were undone.

And just like that, two seconds later, he was tripping over his own feet and stumbling straight into your direction, at the exact moment you turned around.

“Woah!” you gasped, instinctively catching him as he practically collapsed into your arms.

Mark was pretty sure this was how people died of embarrassment. His hands instinctively gripped your arms to steady himself, eyes wide as he looked up at you from his not-so-elegant lean.

"I—uh—hi," he stammered, frozen for a beat. "That wasn't... That wasn't part of the plan."

A soft laugh slipped from your lips, light and melodic, and even with the music pulsing loudly around you, he heard it clearly. The sound clung to his ears like a favorite song, and Mark was pretty sure it was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever heard.

“I’ll give you points for impact,” you teased, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you watched him clumsily pull away, trying to regain some composure.

“Thank you,” he replied, sheepish, one hand instinctively reaching to rub the back of his neck. He was silently grateful for the club’s low lighting and the swirl of neon colors around you, hiding the fierce red blooming across his cheeks.

“That wasn’t exactly how I planned to come talk to you, but…” he let out a nervous chuckle, stealing a quick glance at your face, still surprised you hadn’t just walked away. "I'm Mark, by the way.”

He extended his hand—like an idiot, he thought—but couldn’t help the flicker of relief that crossed his face when you took it without hesitation, your fingers warm against his. You said your name, and it echoed in his head like a melody. God, what a beautiful name.

“Nice to meet you, Mark,” you replied, his name rolling off your tongue so smoothly it made his heart skip.

Was his name always this nice to hear, or was it just your voice?

“Do you go around falling into every girl’s arms you're interested in, or...?” your tone were playful, your eyes filled with amusement.

“That was actually only for you,” he said, flashing a smile so charming it made your stomach twist in the best way.

“Oh, so I'm the lucky one?” you teased, tilting your head as a grin tugged at your lips.

“I’m the lucky one, actually,” he replied without missing a beat, brows raising slightly as if the words had just slipped out. “Can I, um, get you a drink?”

His nervous look was absolutely adorable, you could never deny it, not that you were planning to. “Of course, lead the way.”

To say Mark was in disbelief over how well things were going—especially after that mortifying entrance—would be an understatement. But here you were, smiling at him, saying yes. He wasn’t about to question his luck.

As the two of you made your way to the bar and shared drinks, the atmosphere gradually relaxed. The alcohol helped a little, sure, but it was mostly you. You made things easy. You were attentive, engaged, and just… so genuinely interesting. Every new thing you said made him want to know more.

He was pretty sure he could get addicted to you.

“Oh, so you’re a singer, a songwriter, and you dance?” you asked, a playful eyebrow raised as your chin rested on your palm, eyes locked on his. “Can’t believe I’m talking to a celebrity right now.”

“Ah, come on,” he rolled his eyes, but couldn’t fight the grin tugging at his lip, which only widened when your laughter followed. “I just have a lot of hobbies, that’s all.”

You let out a low whistle. “Wow. Hobbies? What happened to being humble?” you teased, giving his shoulder a light push. “Next thing you’ll say is you’re only kind of good at them.”

He chuckled, tilting his head. “I mean… I’m decent,” he said, feigning modesty.

That made you laugh even harder, the sound bubbling out effortlessly. “Okay, okay then…” you said, glancing around the lively club for a beat before turning your eyes back to him—your gaze bright with amusement, excitement gleaming in your irises. “Since I can’t exactly fact-check the singing and songwriting right now, how about we test the dancing?”

Mark blinked, caught slightly off guard by the sudden switch, but your smile was too contagious, too inviting for him to say no.

“You want to dance?” he asked, a flicker of nervousness playing at the edge of his voice.

“Yes, let’s go!” you beamed, and before Mark could even get another word out, you were already grabbing his hand, tugging him with you toward the dance floor with that same infectious energy that had him hooked from the start.

The lights spun wildly above, the bass of the music thumping through the floor and right into his chest, but nothing felt as loud or electric as the warmth of your hand in his.

You turned to him once you found a spot, your fingers still loosely wrapped around his, your smile mischievous. “C’mon, don’t be shy now,” you teased, already swaying to the rhythm, tugging him gently by the hands to encourage him.

Mark chuckled, eyes glinting as he let himself be pulled into your orbit. At first, his movements were a bit hesitant, his usual confidence caught somewhere between the thump of the music and the closeness of you. But your energy was infectious—your laughter, the way you danced so freely, it all made him forget about being shy.

Soon enough, he was matching your pace, still a little clumsy, sure, but no longer holding back. And God, he was having fun. He couldn’t stop smiling. Not when you were so close, not when your body brushed against his in rhythm, not when he could smell your perfume each time you twirled back into him. It was dizzying. It was perfect.

Especially because it was you.

“You weren’t lying about being a dancer, huh?” you teased, voice softer now with the mellow change in music.

The two of you swayed gently, pressed close. Your arms hung loosely around his neck, while his hands rested on your hips—though only after you had guided them there, because he was adorably awkward about it at first.

“Can’t wait to know more about your other ‘hobbies’,” you added, flashing him a knowing smile.

“Oh, so you want to know more about me?” he asked, brows lifting, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“I thought that was obvious since we sat down to talk and have a drink?” you shot back, raising your brows with the same playful energy.

Mark laughed, that kind of breathy, boyish laugh that warmed your chest. “Okay, okay… I was too nervous to notice that.”

His confession had you laughing, your head tipping forward until your forehead rested gently on his shoulder. Mark stood perfectly still, caught in the quiet moment, letting himself inhale the soft, warm scent of your hair.

“Then, I guess I’ll have to be more direct with you?” you asked, pulling back slightly to meet his eyes, your own twinkling with mischief.

“Well…” he gave a sheepish smile, his head swaying side to side. “It might help me out a little.”

That made you chuckle again, the sound curling around his ribs like sunshine.

“Alright then…” you paused, humming as if in deep thought, your gaze flicking down to his lips for a beat too long. “Can I kiss you?”

His heart practically leapt into his throat.

He blinked once. Then twice. “God, yes,” he breathed, the words escaping before he could even try to play it cool.

His endearing reaction had you chuckling and giving him a soft, warm gaze that completely melted him. You moved closer, and he followed without hesitation, as if pulled by some invisible string, completely enchanted.

Your lips hovered just a breath away from his, and his heart thundered in his chest. Then you leaned in, nibbling gently on his lower lip, teasing him with the kind of ease that made his knees threaten to give out.

“You are so cute,” you giggled softly, your voice brushing against his lips like velvet.

Was that even legal? He swore you were trying to kill him.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered back, voice low and reverent. Then, finally, he closed the remaining space between you.

His hands slid up to your neck, holding you tenderly as if you were something precious—because to him, you already were. His thumbs drew slow, soothing circles just under your ears, grounding him as your lips met fully.

The kiss was soft at first, exploratory, almost shy, but full of feeling. It deepened gradually, growing warmer, more certain, as your fingers curled lightly into the fabric of his shirt.

He only pulled away because, unfortunately, he needed to breathe if he didn’t want to literally die from kissing you (though, honestly, he wouldn’t mind if that were how he went).

“I think I like you,” he murmured, voice soft as he pressed a featherlight kiss to your lips again, his cheeks tinged with the sweetest shade of pink.

“Already?” you teased, giggling. “I think I like you too,” you replied before pressing a quick kiss of your own.

“Can I have your number?” he asked, a little coyly, his eyes glinting with both nerves and hope.

”You laughed again (your ninth time tonight, not that anyone was counting) and nodded. “Yes, Mark, you can.”

“Do you wanna go out tomorrow?” The words escaped him before his brain could catch up, like his mouth had given his heart the reins for good.

“Our official first date?” you asked, smile softening as you tilted your head.

“If you’ll let me,” he replied, hopeful, eyes never leaving yours.

You leaned in once more, lips brushing his in a promise. “I will.”

His lips were pressed into a thin line as he processed everything, eyes wide with disbelief, like he was still waiting to wake up from some wild dream. It was kind of adorable, actually, how unaware he was of his own charm. You couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. Gorgeous, sweet, a little clueless… people like him were everyone’s weakness.

“Can I kiss you again?” he asked, his big, brown eyes flicking over every inch of your face like he was truly admiring you.

“You don’t have to ask.”

And he didn’t hesitate after that. He leaned in, lips meeting yours with more certainty this time, melting into the kiss like it was exactly where he was supposed to be. And as he kissed you, one hand still resting at your neck, the other finding your waist, he swore—whatever this feeling was, it tasted a lot like heaven.

“Is it too soon to say I kinda love you already and would absolutely marry you today if you let me?” he asked with a grin, the kind that made your stomach do somersaults. His tone was playful, but his fingers were gentle as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear like you were something delicate and precious.

You snorted, raising a brow. “Let’s calm down a little, lover boy,” you said, pinching his ear gently. “You fall into my arms one time and suddenly we’re planning a wedding?”

He winced playfully, leaning away. “Ouch, noted. Too soon. I’ll dial it back.”

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[delizzie]

Back from death

Description: Emily returns from her "death", and while you understand her reasons, you're not ready to start over with her.

Tags: angst, arguing, season 6, bau!reader, wlw (women leave women), hopeful ending (kinda)

English is not my first language. Also, thank you for the likes and reposts on the last post😊❤️

The house was quiet, only the clicking of Y/N's heels made sounds as she walked up and down, picking up her belongings that were still there. It wasn't hard, since she had packed most of them months before in huge boxes and bags. She hated being nervous, and she considered herself a thoughtful person, but then she couldn't help but almost explode. Her stomach was in a knot, her heart was beating a thousand times. She was overly suspicious, which was understandable given the events of the past few months, so it was no wonder she hissed and flinched when someone touched her leg.

"Oh, Sergio." she sighed with a small smile on her face when she saw that it was just the cat. "Are you trying to kill me, honey?" she leaned down to pet him.

As she was lost in the furry creature, she suddenly heard the door open. The faint smile immediately disappeared from her face. She let go of the cat, who ran away with it, and Y/N continued packing. She tried to take deep breaths to stay calm, knowing that her calm would soon be needed more than ever.

"Y/N" she heard Emily's contrite, soft voice from behind her. 

Y/N swallowed hard, then slowly turned around. Emily stood there clutching her bag, the same pitiful, guilty expression on her face that she had worn since she returned from her supposed death. It happened a week ago, but she was still on the edge. 

"I'm just going to grab a few things, and then I'm not even here. I don't have my key anymore, so I'll just close the door behind me." Y/N's voice was emotionless, as if a robot had been grinding the words, but her eyes reflected deep disappointment.

Y/N looked at the two bags on the bed and hissed mockingly.

"The cheating eight months ago was fake, right? You didn't cheat on me, you just told me you did, so I'd leave." she shook her head with a resigned smile. "You knew it would be obvious if you broke up with me, so you made me think you cheated, so I would break up with you. Fucking genius."

"Please, Y/N, let's talk." Emily took a step closer and dropped her bag on the floor "I'm so sorry, love, please."  the remorse was clear on her as she tried to pull herself together, as she avoided eye contact, but still she scanned Y/N's face with her brown eyes.

"Emily, I already told you this is too much for me right now." the girl raised her hand, signaling the other not to come closer "Give me some time."

"Are you mad because I slept with him?" she asked desperately "Y/N, I know it wasn't nice, but..."

"Do you think my problem is that you slept with him years ago?" the girl snapped "If you really care, although I find it disgusting that you slept with a criminal, I know it was necessary to get him caught, and that's why I understand you. So no, Emily, that's not my problem."

Emily's breathing became more and more rapid.

"Y/N…"

"And before you ask, my problem is not that we thought you were dead for six months." she stepped closer, her planned calm gone. She held her anger in for too long. "While I have to tell you that burying and mourning you was pretty shit, I also understand that you had to hide for your own safety until we caught Doyle."

"Then why do you want to leave me?" Emily asked, growing impatient. "If you understand why I had to do what I did, why can't we sit down and talk about it so we can pick up where we left off?"

"Because you lied to me." Y/N snapped, her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her skin to hold back her tears. "You lied for months."

"I had to lie, I did it for your own good."  Emily was unable to look her in the eye, her gaze bouncing back "I love you, and I just wanted to protect you. If you had stayed with me, Doyle would have killed you. You know what he was capable of." her voice was iron, her eyes misty from suppressed tears.

"Then why didn't you tell me you were in danger? Why didn't you tell us, your team, your family. We would have protected you, you know we would have done everything for you." Y/N raised her voice, her eyes barely visible from the tears "I would have left. If I had known how bad it was, I would have left, but I didn't know, Emily. My life was in danger, more than usual, every day, but I didn't know anything about it. I buried you, I thought I would die from the pain. I had to start my life over, while all I could think about was what I said to you when I thought you cheated on me. I felt guilty about it for months. It wasn't fair." her voice choked "It wasn't fair."

Emily, seeing what she had done to her lover, couldn't hold back her tears.

"I'm so sorry." was all she could say before she burst into tears. 

“I understand you, and that's why I feel so bad for treating you like this, but at the same time I feel betrayed, humiliated. I love you, Emily, but if something would happen to you...I couldn't do it again. I'd rather let you go now." Y/N sniffed. 

"Nothing will happen, I promise." she stepped closer. "Please, Y/N, please don't give up on us."

"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do right now." she grabbed the two bags. "We can be collagues, perhaps friends, but that's all I can offer now. It'll be better for everyone."

Y/N walked out the door, and Emily didn't stand in her way. She knew she couldn't force it. She had to give Y/N time and wait for her to calm down. They would meet at work anyway, so she could at least see her, even if she couldn't hug or kiss her. 

Emily sighed and sat down on the bed. She wiped her eyes with an old tissue that she fished out of her pocket. She had to think about how she could convince Y/N that it was worth starting over, but nothing came to mind. She nervously wrinkled the hem of her blouse, her hand wandering to her cleavage, where Doyle had marked her for life. 

“You couldn’t kill me, but you ruined me anyway, you bastard.” she hissed as she shook her head angrily “Either way, you took Y/N from me.”

She lay back on the bed, her thoughts wandering. Shs was tired and defeated, but she was sure of one thing. She was going to win her back, one way or another. 

[sanasyndrome]

(9)—"LOVE ME LATER"

!MEN DNI!

pair: uchinaga aeri x f!reader (ft. ning yizhou)

cw: slight angst. this is SMAU!

sypnosis: uchinaga aeri has been inlove with her best friend, y/n, for years. she was planning to confess until ning yizhou came in the picture and ruined her plan. now that they've broken up, will she gather enough courage to confess to y/n before they get back together, or will she keep quiet and lose her chance?

a/n: i almost dropped this smau 😫 not proofread btw

!!don't mind the timestamps!!

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y/n sat down on the chair across from ning, offering a small smile that was warmly returned. despite their… not so good encounters for the past few days, y/n didn't really look at her—not until now. she noticed how ning was using a different shade of lipstick highlighting her lips, her hair longer and healthier, she looked more mature. it suited her perfectly.

“are you just gonna keep staring at me or…?” ning asked with a playful grin, sliding a cup of coffee across the table, “your coffee.”

caught off guard, y/n felt her face heating up. “I wasn't,” she protested, taking the cup of coffee before muttering a small ‘thanks’.

“yeah, sure you weren't.” ning teased, clearly enjoying the banter as she tried to lessen the awkwardness. “anyway, should we start now?”

“mhm.” y/n nodded. she watched ning open her laptop before deciding that it'd be better to sit next to her so she wouldn't have to break her bones or strain her neck from trying to see the screen.

———

“we can just impro-” ning was suddenly interrupted by her phone ringing loudly. the caller id read ‘yujin’, her roommate. normally, it wouldn’t be a big deal; a normal person would just say sorry, and would either decline or answer the call. but not when your ringtone blared with the unmistakable beat of…

‘THIS ONE IS FOR THE BOYS WITH THE BOOMING SYSTEM

TOP DOWN AC WITH THE COOLER SYSTEM’ (🗣️🔥🔥)

super bass.

“...pfft—” y/n stifled a laugh, quickly putting her hands over her mouth as she tried her best to not burst out laughing, but apparently her best wasn't enough.

“seriously? super bass? HAHAHA!” y/n wheezed, tears pricking the corner of her eyes as she watched ning decline the call and immediately switch to do not disturb.

ning was so lucky the people around them didn't mind and just laughed it off, though that didn't stop her face from turning tomato red.

“heyyyy!” she lightly punched y/n on the shoulder. the corner of her lips twitched up into a smile as she too bursted out to a fit of laughter.

soon enough, their laughter faded into a comfortable silence, and, well… they kind of just stared at each other for a bit. neither of them expected to be laughing together like this again.

eventually, ning was the one to break the silence between them, voice slightly hesitant “so uhm, I know you're just here for the project and this probably isn't the best time to ask but… can we talk? about us.” ning felt the mood shift in an instant. she bit her lip, hoping y/n wouldn't walk out or get mad.

y/n considered it for a moment before nodding, “yeah, sure.” it was about time they'd properly talk about it. “why did you- why did you break up with me?” she asked, voice tinged with curiosity.

“oh—straight to the point? okay.” ning took a deep breath, unsure of why she was so nervous about this. “well, I just- I felt like I didn't deserve you. I mean, you're smart, pretty, popular, and nice while I'm just average. everyone was telling me how lucky I was to have you. the amount of people that were after you weren't helping either. they looked better, they dressed better, and I guess I just felt insecure. I felt like I was holding you down so much, like you deserved better- and oh my gosh I'm ranting aren't I?”

“no, it's okay.” y/n’s replied softly, she felt a twinge of guilt for not recognizing what ning yizhou had been feeling, “I'm sorry for not noticing that you felt that way. I thought-”

“no, no, it's fine. you don't have to explain anything. let's just- by any chance can we start over? I mean, it'sokayifyoudontwantowecanjust-”

“ning yizhou, calm down, okay? yes, we can start over.”

yizhou felt a wave of relief was over her, but there was one more thing she needed to know. “do you… still like me romantically?” she asked.

y/n blinked, realizing she had never thought about that. did she still like yizhou? or did she just miss what they had? she wasn't sure. “well, I'm gonna be honest… I don't know.” she saw the flicker of disappointment in yizhou's eyes and damn, she felt so bad.

“but like I said, we can start over—as friends. then we'll see how it goes, okay?” y/n stated, giving yizhou a reassuring pat on her back.

yizhou smiled at the reassurance, “okay, that's okay. I'm just glad I get to spend time with you again.”

NOTE: these are all entirely fictional and fake, created purely for entertainment purposes.

[lover-of-mine]

I agree with your last point, but what do you mean by they’re scared to write established buddie, like you think they wanted to explore Eddie being gay first? Or they wanted to drag out a plot line of them getting together

No, no, I think they are stuck in a corner. And they have been since s5. The foundation for buddie is there. They have everything. They even have a kid. We saw them fight, we saw them save each other's lives, we saw them hang out, we saw them be domestic, we saw them be fully feral drunks. Slowburns thrive on the tension and most shows fumble their slowburn once the tension is resolved because playing the tension is all they know. But buddie doesn't really allow for them to force tension back in the tropey way most shows tend to do. Because they've done it all while best friends. They suck at lying to each other, they are great at the whole it's you and me vs the problem not you vs me, they actually do have good communication if they are allowed to talk (again, all they need is one honest conversation for lines to be crossed and the show doesn't want to give them space to do that, so much so the show isn't letting them be alone, take Eddie's startled "oh man I'm gonna miss you" or "I don't know what I'm gonna do without you" for instance, if you remove the threat of "I'm about to leave" from them and allow them to talk, really talk, they will figure things out, it's why things keep happening with other people in the room), they saved each other in many ways, from Buck giving Eddie hope to be alive to Eddie literally restarting Buck's heart. They have it all, which means they are hard to write as an established couple without putting too much focus on them for an ensemble show or fully fumbling them by adding unnecessary tension. Especially if they are working together. I don't particularly think they want to drag the getting together part of, so much so that the way they handled it in s8 was just not talk about it and fully remove Eddie from multiple episodes. If they wanted to drag it out because they want this to feel earned somehow, the dragging it would be more satisfying. I think they reach a point where the solution for everything is letting them talk and getting them together and then they panic because they don't know if they can make established buddie as good as the lead up. But the more they delay the getting together, the more insane the lead up gets and the more intense the established part would have to be, so they are caught in a deadlock. At this point, I legitimately think they are scared of writing buddie as a couple because the pressure to make it good is insane. Buddie getting together would be historical. But that's also a scary concept to write when so much of the show ends up relying on them. Just see the way they used ryliver to calm people down. I legitimately think they don't know how to deal with how getting them together would affect the way they need to write the show.

[darth-mortem]

The seventh part of my demon!Ghost AU. While waiting for the plane that will take 141 back to base, the members of the unit get some much-needed sleep and then go to a pub. Ghost treats everyone, and Soap realizes something about himself and his feelings.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Pub, silly conversations, awkward flirt. 3051 words.

Waking up around noon, Soap lay there for a while, not wanting to leave Ghost's warm embrace. He tried to pretend he was still asleep, but it was impossible to fool the demon.

“Your phone was vibrating and flashing, Johnny.” He said, slowly stroking Soap's back.

“Good morning to you too, Lt.” The sergeant sighed and reached for his phone, which was lying on the bedside table.

An unread message from Price flashed on the screen, saying that Gaz and Roach had already left for breakfast and that he was waiting for Soap to wake up so he could check on him and Ghost and talk to the lieutenant about something. MacTavish groaned heavily, then, holding his wounded arm, reluctantly got out of bed and went to the bathroom. When he washed and dressed, both beds in the room were neatly made, and Ghost was standing at the window, having had time to put on all his gear. Soap called Price, and a couple of minutes later he was knocking on the door.

“Good morning, lads.” The captain said. ”How are you feeling, Soap?”

“Like shit.” Replied MacTavish, who was half-lying on the made-up bed. “But after breakfast and coffee, I'll feel better and be able to go to the pub.”

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“Ah, yes, the pub.” Price sighed. ”I've heard about that. I don't know if that's a good idea. I mean, we can have a drink here and not attract any unnecessary attention.”

He and Soap looked at Ghost in unison. The lieutenant remained silent, but the shadow under his hood suddenly thickened so that only his general features were visible, hiding the skull mask.

“Well, fine, a pub it is.” Price said, smiling slightly. ”Actually, that's not why I came. At the beginning of the mission, Lieutenant, you said something that caught my attention. You said you hated narcos. But why? Have you had dealings with them before?”

“Negative.” Ghost replied.

“Then why do you hate them?” Blurted out Soap, who quickly understood where Price was going with this.

“I...” The lieutenant began, but then fell silent and slowly tilted his head to one side, expressing his confusion. “I don't know.”

“I thought so.” Price nodded without a hint of surprise. “Well, then let's add that to the list of possible memories from your past life. Now, Soap, let's go have breakfast.”

“Aye, sir!” The sergeant replied, cheering up a little, and looked at Ghost. ”Lt., are you with us?”

The demon stared at him for a few seconds, then nodded and, without further instruction, took his jeans and hoodie out of his bag and went into the bathroom.

“Fucking hell.” Price muttered, then rubbed the back of his head and waved his hand, deciding not to be surprised by anything anymore.

Breakfast was included in the room rate, so Gaz and Roach were in no hurry to leave the restaurant, where a large buffet table was set. They were just deciding what else to try when they saw Price, MacTavish, and... Ghost. They were just entering the restaurant, and, of course, the inhumanly tall and burly lieutenant attracted the attention of not only his comrades-in-arms but also other guests.

“All right, Lt.” Soap said as they approached Gaz and Roach. “You sit here, and the captain and I will get something to eat for us and a cup of coffee for you, because sitting in a restaurant with nothing is strange, you know.”

“Tea.” Ghost replied unexpectedly.

“Oh... Okay, tea.” MacTavish agreed in surprise, and he and Price went to the set tables.

The captain and the sergeant silently served themselves food, and only at the table with drinks Soap lost his composure and, pouring Ghost a cup of tea, said dramatically:

“Was he really Brit in life?”

“I hope that doesn't affect your relationship.” Price snorted in response. “Who knows what he'll do if he finds out you don't love him anymore.”

“What?!” Soap protested, blushing for some reason. ”I don't...”

However, the captain didn't listen, taking his coffee and heading for their table.

It took MacTavish a few minutes to process the captain's words and his own feelings. It was obvious that he had feelings for Ghost, and he wasn't trying to hide it. But love? Maybe the captain wasn't so wrong after all? What else could the constant desire for touch and hugs when the lieutenant was nearby be but a manifestation of love? And how sweet it was to sleep in his arms last night...

“Hey, Soap, what are you doing there?” The sergeant heard Gaz's voice, turned around, pointed to the coffee machine, and then waved his hand. “Hurry up, or you'll miss an important discussion!”

Muttering curses under his breath in Scottish, the sergeant placed his coffee and the lieutenant's tea on his tray and hurried to join his friends. For a moment, everyone fell silent, watching as Ghost carefully picked up the handle of his cup with two fingers and lifted it into the air. It was a normal size, but in the lieutenant's huge hand, it looked like a tiny espresso cup.

“So, we were deciding which pub to go to.” Roach broke the silence and nudged Gaz with his elbow.

Kyle looked away from Ghost, took his phone, and started showing them the pubs he had found near the hotel. Considering all the circumstances, it had to be somewhere not too crowded, preferably with a dark interior and separate tables. The place also had to be open during the day, because the plane on which 141 would be flying back was leaving at twenty-two thirty, and it would be good if all the members of the unit showed up either completely sober or at least not obviously drunk.

“I like this one.” Soap decided, looking at photos from Google reviews. ”What do you think, Lt.?”

Ghost looked meekly at the screen of Kyle's phone turned toward him and shrugged slightly, not understanding why he was being asked such questions.

“Great!” However, MacTavish wasn't upset in the least. ”See you downstairs in an hour.”

Everyone agreed and began to stir, finishing up their food and drinks before heading to the hotel elevator.

The pub where the members of 141 arrived was almost empty at that hour. The bored waitress perked up, showed the group to a table in the corner of the room, where it was darkest, and prepared to take their order.

“Let's start with four pints of beer and a bottle of scotch.” Price said, glancing at Ghost, and added. “And one tea.”

“The big boy isn't going to drink?” The girl asked in surprise, flirtatiously glancing at the lieutenant.

“Alcohol makes him aggressive, and I'm sure no one, including us, wants to deal with him in that state.” Price said with a good-natured laugh and slapped Ghost on the shoulder.

“That's true.” The lieutenant nodded, and the waitress left.

 Soon, drinks appeared on the table, and after a toast to 141 in its new composition, the sergeants began to recall various funny stories that had happened to them while on duty. Gaz was the first to speak, recounting how Roach once locked the keys to an APC inside the APC. Gary returned the favor, recalling how Garrick fell out of a helicopter and flew a couple of kilometers, dangling from a safety rope until he could be pulled back in. Continuing the helicopter theme, Soap recounted how Gaz had once dropped a rope ladder so that soldiers could climb aboard but forgot to secure it, and it fell at the feet of the unit commander, which needed to exfil.

“I refuse to take jabs from a man who blew up the wrong building during drills!” Kyle shouted indignantly, while Roach and Soap were laughing hysterically.

The waitress brought the food they had ordered: nuggets and spicy wings, French fries, crackers, burgers, and cheese fries. Despite the girl's obvious interest in Ghost, Gaz openly flirted with her, causing Price to shake his head and roll his eyes, but he had no intention of interfering. His lads had worked hard and deserved a rest, even if some of them preferred to spend their time chatting with a girl who would almost certainly reject them by the end of the evening.

“You're the same as always, never missing a skirt.” Roach snorted, glancing at Kyle.

“And this is coming from a guy who still hasn't admitted whether his partner is a man or a woman.” Garrick snorted too and reached for a nugget.

Sanderson had indeed been in a relationship with someone of Asian appearance, whose gender was impossible to determine from photographs. This fact greatly disturbed Garrick, but he was unable to find out more.

“Remember when Soap brought a girl back to the motel where we were relaxing after the mission but got so drunk that he fell asleep in the bathroom while she was waiting for him?” Gaz switched to MacTavish. “And that was our shared room!”

“That never happened.” Soap muttered, swallowing his beer angrily.

“Better remember the dog.” Gary joined in and looked at Ghost. ”Our John has been afraid of dogs since childhood. So we're walking through a ruined settlement, tracking down rebels, and then we hear barking! Soap almost climbed a tree, and it turned out to be a tiny Bologneser! Roach picked it up and drove it home, but while we were flying back to base, Soap sat as far away from him as possible!”

Gaz burst out laughing, and Roach followed suit. Price just shook his head and poured himself another glass of whiskey. Ghost looked at Soap and saw that he was pouting and not amused at all. Then the lieutenant turned his watchful gaze to the beer mugs of the other two sergeants.

“Come on, Soap, it's just a joke!” Gaz exclaimed, then grabbed his mug and fell silent.

His beer turned to ice, and the glass mug cracked. The same thing happened to Roach's drink.

“What the fuck?” Sanderson asked, confused.

“It's a joke.” Ghost explained emotionlessly, as always, and then laughed sinisterly.

Gaz and Roach fell silent, Price cursed under his breath, and Soap smiled, suddenly feeling a pleasant warmth spread through his chest from the realization that the lieutenant had stood up for him when he saw that he was upset by his friends' teasing.

When the bottle of whiskey was empty and the two sergeants' beer had thawed, Gaz spotted several lonely girls dancing to the music coming from the jukebox in the crowd that had gathered in the pub and headed toward them.

“He always leaves us.” Roach snorted, shaking his head. “Hey, Cap, what if he goes off with some girl and misses our plane?”

“No way.” Price replied. “He's drunk enough already, so he'll talk such bullshit that no girl will go with him.”

MacTavish and Sanderson started talking again, now recalling funny situations with Garrick, while Ghost looked thoughtfully at the sergeant surrounded by girls and strained his supernatural hearing. Gaz cheerfully told them that he and his friends were elite special forces soldiers, then turned back to the tall blonde and asked:

“Hey, beauty, do you have a navigator? Because I'm lost in your eyes.”

The girls laughed and pulled the sergeant toward the bar.

Meanwhile, Soap finished his beer and, yawning, leaned against Ghost's shoulder. His injury, though minor, began to ache again, and Price noticed the change in his youngest sergeant's mood.

“Maybe you should go to the hotel and get some more sleep before the flight?” He suggested, carefully hiding the concern in his voice.

“Yeah, I think you're right, Cap.” Soap replied and looked at Ghost. “Will you walk me there, Lt.?”

“But I have to pay for everything.” He reminded and took his bank card out of his pocket.

“We're leaving soon too, so let's ask for the bill now.” Price decided and waved his hand to call the waitress.

Before going to the pub, Soap explained to Ghost several times in detail how to use the card, and although it involved electronics, the lieutenant got it right the first time, which earned him congratulations from his comrades when the waitress, having received payment and even a tip, walked away from the table. Then he and Soap got up and, pushing their way through the crowd, which, however, parted at the burly Ghost quickly, stepped out into the evening coolness of the big city.

They walked in silence for a couple of minutes. MacTavish glanced at the demon from time to time, while he looked straight ahead, trying to walk more slowly so that the sergeant wouldn't have to run after him.

“Did you enjoy spending time with us?” Soap broke the silence, touching Ghost's shoulder.

“Yes.” He replied, pausing to think, as he always did when asked about his impressions or feelings.

“By the way, thanks for standing up for me and freezing those two idiots' beer,” MacTavish continued, chuckling. “I'll never forget their faces.”

“You're welcome, Johnny.” Ghost nodded, and although his voice was as emotionless as ever, he felt pleased to hear words of gratitude from Soap.

During his time at Colonel Albright's base, the demon had no idea he was capable of human feelings and reactions, but this relatively short time with 141 had changed everything. If Ghost had felt anything before, it was only anger and rage on the battlefield, but now he had learned something else. Something completely opposite, which he couldn't name because he didn't have the necessary knowledge. One thing was clear to Ghost: he really liked Johnny, and not just as a soldier, as he had during their first meeting, but as a person. Whatever it was, the demon knew that he would protect Soap and stand up for him always, whenever he needed it.

As they rode up in the hotel elevator, Ghost thought about how people tend to tell each other about their feelings. So maybe he should tell Johnny how he felt too. But how?

“Damn, I'm really tired.” Soap exhaled as he entered the room and then looked at the lieutenant. “What are you doing standing there?”

“Johnny, do you have a navigator?” Ghost asked unexpectedly, who had indeed frozen in the middle of the room, staring at Soap.

“What?” The sergeant blinked in surprise, looking at him. “Why do you need a navigator?”

“Because I'm lost in your eyes.” The demon repeated the words Gaz had said to the girl in the pub and tilted his head slightly to one side, waiting for a reaction.

MacTavish opened his mouth and then laughed, expecting anything but that. He approached, playfully nudging Ghost's shoulder with his fist, and asked:

“Where did you hear that nonsense?”

“Sergeant Garrick said it to a girl he was dancing with.” Replied the lieutenant, unsure whether laughter was appropriate in this situation. “I think he liked her.”

“So... do you like me?” Soap asked seriously, his cheeks beginning to redden.

“Yes.” Ghost nodded, not moving from the spot.

“Oh, Lt...” MacTavish took another step forward and slowly, so he could stop if he realized the demon was against it, raised his hands and pulled off his hood.

Ghost didn't move as Soap's palms cupped his mask. MacTavish stood on tiptoe, pressed down slightly on the back of the lieutenant's head, and when he tilted his head, touched his lips to the skull plate where he thought the demon's lips were. At first, Ghost didn't react, but then he pulled off his glove and ran his bare fingers across Soap's cheek. Soap exhaled sweetly, pressing himself against the lieutenant's sturdy body, then lost his balance from the amount of alcohol he had consumed, and Ghost caught him, preventing him from falling or twisting his ankle.

“You need to sleep.” The lieutenant said, turning the sergeant around by his shoulders and gently pushing him toward the bed.

“Will you keep me warm?” Soap asked, obediently sitting down and pulling off his boots.

Ghost nodded, and a few minutes later Johnny was already falling asleep in his arms. The lieutenant listened to his breathing and heartbeat and thought about what had happened in this room earlier. Did Soap's gesture mean that he liked him too? And what would happen next if that was really the case? The demon had no answers to his questions. Maybe he would ask Johnny later, when the opportunity arose. Or maybe everything would work itself out, because that sometimes happens between people, doesn't it?

When it was time to leave for the plane, Price gathered everyone together, made sure no one had forgotten anything, and they went to the exit, where a patrol car was waiting for them. Just like when they were taken to the hotel, it was a big van that could fit all five of them along with their large bags of weapons and equipment. Gaz complained the whole way that no girls had gone with him; Roach snapped back, reminding his friend that it was because he had behaved like an idiot; Soap sat quietly next to the motionless Ghost, looking at him and thinking about his confession. Like the lieutenant, he wanted to discuss it, but there would clearly be no opportunity to do so in the near future, so the sergeant sighed and rested his head on Ghost's shoulder, closing his eyes.

“Hey, Soap, at least wait until we're on the plane!” Garrick exclaimed cheerfully.

“Leave him alone, Gaz.” Price shook his head. “He's injured; let him rest.”

This time, the C-17 was carrying other soldiers being transferred from the United States to Europe in addition to the 141st. The captain sighed heavily, already imagining this bloody flight and hoping there would be no incidents. Three sergeants pulled all the bags out of the car, and Ghost silently took both his own and those belonging to Soap so that he wouldn't strain his injured shoulder.

“Thanks!” Johnny exclaimed cheerfully and punched the demon on the shoulder. ”Save you a seat, Lt.!”

Under the curious gaze of the soldiers, 141 made their way through the plane to the empty seats, and as soon as they were settled, a big cargo door closed and the pilot announced that they were ready for takeoff.

[i-am-a-chubby-girl]

It was a just more normal day returning of the work for home, but you had to be attacked for a fucking monster, but allright ‘cause you were saved for a man very handsome and hot… a shame that he looked more dangerous than the monster.

Well, I said I wanted to write about Toji and well, I did. It's obscenity, but it's the first time I've written something like this so have mercy on me! Anyway, English is not my first language so forgive me for any mistakes and if anything, point it out to me! I hope you like it and enjoy reading!

Title: Curses, alleys and chests Words: 7491 I wrote this while listening to: It Wasn't me by Shaggy and Rikrok, 'cause I think all of this guy's music has a sexual vibe!

WARNINGS: Mention of blood, attempted rape, you have been warned!

YOU DON’T KNOW HOW long you've been sitting at your desk programming and decoding, your eyes are already getting crossed and dry, your butt is scrunched up in the shape of your chair with old and worn upholstery and you can't even feel your legs anymore, but you still keep on with your work. The only thing that fills your ears is the frantic sound of your typing after all your headphones had broken… again, you rub your eyes trying to get your vision to focus again, now you feel like a fool for having rejected the idea of ​​getting reading glasses, probably your eyes won't be so tired now.

Sighing you stretch like a cat with your back stretched out, you yawn as you look for the analog clock that is always in the same place on the wall, but you always forget about it, the clock is from Naruto of all things, you can't remember who gave it to you, probably one of the nerds in your sector, humph, as if you weren't a nerd when you work creating and reviewing mathematical and digital codes, who could say that there is so much calculation and numbers involved in creating games?

Squinting your eyes you stare at the clock hands and calculate the time mentally, 11:00 PM, you huffed out a laugh, it wasn't that late, it wasn't even past midnight. A frown forms on your round face, something was wrong, the old Mr. Watanabe, who works on the floor above you is very kind and always brings everyone a donut from the shop downtown near his house, and you're sure he's given you three donuts since you started your work day. You pick up your forgotten cell phone on your desk and quickly unlock it. The screen showed that it was five past eleven, but that's not what caught your attention, but the fact that today was the seventeenth of June and when you woke up this morning and got ready for work it was the fifteenth. Have you been working for more than two days without stopping?

When this realization hits you, you start to gather your things as quickly as possible. You weren't going to waste another second in that place. Oh my, it was really lucky that your cat was at a week-long spa. Your little darling would never forgive you for forgetting about him for so long. As soon as you get up from your chair, you feel dizzy and stagger, having to hold on to the table to keep from falling. Okay, you'll never do that again, you promise yourself.

You close your office, courtesy of being the best programmer ever, behind you and walk out into the hallway. — Hey, Jimmy. — You call out to your coworker who sat near your office, he was a typical skinny, freckled nerd with thick glasses who played Dungeons & Dragons in his mom’s basement with his other nerdy, loser friends, that’s how you defined him. — Hey boss. — The guy answers without taking his eyes off the screen. — I’m going home, I won’t be back until next week. — The good thing about being the boss of your own department and being the best employee is that you can give yourself time off. — Well, it’s about time, one more day and I would have thought you were dead.

— Jennifer would like that! — You say with disgust, remembering the annoying woman who works in the marketing department. You don't know why she's always on your case. I mean, more than half of the income in that place is because of you, but even so, that woman seems to hate you like Darth Vader hates everything. Oh my God, you've been here for so long that you're talking like the nerds. There goes your reputation. — Puff! She was already looking for someone to replace you. — Jimmy finally answers, looking at you.

— That bitch! — You say, showing your teeth in anger. — Bye, Jimmy! — You say, forgetting your anger because of the tiredness you felt, you kiss the freckled cheeks of the boy who blushes, ha! You loved tormenting these virgins. You leave your sector laughing out loud, going down to the third floor you hear the voice of that insufferable woman, there she was with a dress that was too tight and short for the workplace, with brushed and straightened hair, wearing more makeup than a streetwalker. — Jennifer. — You say in disgust as the woman turns to you, still keeping her red smile on her face. — Y/N, I didn't know you were there! Don't you think you're working too much?

— Well, not everyone here sucks dicks to make a living, some of us work hard! — You answer with a fake smile on your face, the girl who is with Jennifer can't hold back her laughter, but she stops when Jennifer gives her a deadly look. — I feel a note of envy. — She says trying to come out on top, but that doesn't work with you. — Nah, some of us have talent and don't need to get on our knees. — You say while yawning, if it were any other day you would be boiling with anger, but today your tiredness is so strong that you can't even feel angry at the lame excuse for a demon that is in front of you. — I have talent! — She hisses, her cheeks turning red with anger.

— If you really had talent, you'd be a department manager and not just another employee. — You give her a shit-eating smile. — What's wrong? Can't you handle it? I could have sworn your mouth was big! — You scoff. — If you want, I can give you a little help with… — You pause before making the okay sign in front of your mouth and sticking your tongue out in an obscene gesture. Jennifer gets so irritated that you can see her neck tensing. She screams in anger before stomping out of there. — Good riddance, Judas! — You yell at her as she continues her march. — You did well this time! — The girl who had always been there tells you with a huge smile on her face. You just smile in response since you don’t know who she is. You didn’t bother to record who the other workers in the building were, besides the few who worked in your sector, Mr. Watanabe, who gives you donuts, the doorman who lets you in even when you’re late or after hours, and Jennifer, who is the person you hate the most. — Thank you, I live to please!

You say goodbye to the girl before finally going downstairs. You could use the elevator, but they're always broken or full of nerds you keep your distance from. — Bye, Tanaka-San! — You wave to the bald doorman who responds with a cheerful "bye and see you next time." The streets are cold and you regret leaving your coat and scarf at home. You shrug your shoulders against the cold and continue on your journey.

Yawning, you rub your eyes, feeling the tiredness taking over your bones. Your job was usually easy for you, it was like second nature to you. Games were a hobby that ended up becoming your livelihood, but unfortunately, you had reached a stalemate in your new project. It was something you were used to, an otome game. You were a master at those, but the proposal was not to create just any dating simulator. It had to be aimed at an older audience. You're not that old, but you know very well what they want. Cute moments and beautiful scenes with flowers and sparkles around are even nice, but what they want is sex, lots of sex with strong and hot men.

You're not a prude, in fact you were almost a Casanova, after all what can't a confident skirt-wearing woman do? Sex has never been a problem for you, blink your eyes, lick your lips and let men think they're in charge, they like women who can handle a rougher scene, a little pain, you're not like those skinny girls, they can be rough without fear of breaking you and you like it when they're rude, anyway, back to the subject. Making a game about sex is not a problem for you, the problem is that you haven't had sex in a month, a little more and you could go back to being a virgin.

All your fuck buddies were busy with their jobs or colleges, some of them were in jail or had finally found their soulmate and the only one of them who was available was a mistake you made on one of your wildest drunken nights that would never happen again, come on, the guy had been following you and stealing your underwear, that was a big fat no. You could always go to a bar, a club and try your luck with one of them, but your job has worn you out the last time you tried to invest in someone in one of those places the guy tried to drug you so yeah, no bars either.

Unfortunately, your sexual frustration was making it hard for you to write sex scenes, I mean, you had no inspiration and it was hard to masturbate while working so hard, the story has to be good in your game, but what all degenerates like us want to see in these games are handsome men who are good in bed. You sigh, how you wished a man would fuck you hard until you lost your brains and couldn't even remember your own name and he had to have at least an anaconda between his legs.

You click your tongue, already feeling your anger returning. You rummage through your bag for your cigarettes and find them at the bottom. You pull out your lighter, which is shaped like a Game Boy, a gift from your boss to everyone in your department, and light up your addiction. You wanted to quit. I mean, you were already stuck at a desk at work and lived on fast food, but you had time to cook, and you added cigarettes to that equation. It was almost like attempting suicide. You smoked for the first time after one of your boyfriends offered it to you. At first, it burned and tasted horrible, and you wondered how anyone could put up with that. But then a friend offered it to you. Once you were stuck at a bus stop and the guy next to you offered it to you out of courtesy. Now you buy your own cigarettes from your favorite brand because you can't live without the euphoria of nicotine.

You take a puff of smoke from your cigarette and hold it against your chest for a bit. The burning sensation was helping to ward off the cold. You exhale the smoke and watch it spread in front of you. The Japanese streets are quite busy even though it's late at night, but this was Tokyo, a city full of lights and screens. You were thinking about exchanging your cigarette for caffeine, but it was easier to light up than wait for the liquid to filter and spend $2.40 on a cup of coffee every time. Your stomach chooses this moment to growl.

It's late and you're too tired to go home and just do anything, even instant noodles. Maybe you should stop at a fast food restaurant, but you don't want a burger and fries, much less a pizza. You've been craving sweets for days, so maybe this is the time. Geez, if Jennifer were here, she'd complain and make fun of you, saying that you'd grow as big as an elephant. Too bad for her that you don't care about that.

If you remember correctly, there's a somewhat dubious bakery nearby that strangely stays open during the early hours of the morning. From what you've heard, it has a divine strawberry cake and a decent coffee. It's also somewhat close to the station, if you ignore the fact that you'll have to turn around and walk five blocks to get there. You stop walking and look at the alley next to you. There are rumors going around that some strange guy is attacking women in alleys and they end up dead in the end. You believe it and at the same time you don't believe it.

You approach the alley, up close it looks really dirty and disgusting, it's darker than the dark side of the moon, another yucky nerd reference, and you can hear the sounds of rats crawling around there with their disgusting little paws and disgusting naked tails. Well, after you get past that dirt and sewer devils you only have to take a few steps before you reach your destination. Well, you have your pepper spray and Jack, your taser that you bought after that whole thing with the weird stalker, so if it works for this weirdo it should work for anyone.

Determined, you turn on your heels and enter the alley. As soon as your body is hidden by the shadow of the alley, you feel a strange sensation, as if something is staring at you. You feel your skin tingle as a lump rises in your throat. Suddenly, breathing becomes more difficult. You stagger a little and almost fall, tripping over your feet. You feel cold, not only in your body but deep in your bones. You hug yourself as you swallow hard. You try to walk, but it feels like there are weights and weights tied to your legs.

A tightness in your chest makes you groan and drop your cigarette, which falls to the ground of the alley along with your bag. You cough as you fall to your knees on the ground, something is rising forcefully up your throat. You lean forward as you vomit a lot of blood onto the ground in front of you. Your vision blurs as tears sting your eyes, you stare in horror at the red stain in front of you, with trembling hands you touch your lips and feel the warm, thick thing on them, that on the ground was really your blood. A pressure forces your shoulders down and you spit out more blood. — Cough, cough. — You cough as you cry, feeling the iron taste of blood in your mouth, so was this how you would die?

Right there in the middle of that alley alone vomiting blood, without having sex one last time or finishing that damn game. You clutch your belly when you feel something inside it twist and turn, your poor cat would be an orphan. You had your check-ups and everything was fine so why are you here dying, it was a good time to regret not believing in God, this would be the right time to have someone to curse or bargain with.

A strange noise as if something was coming out of the water catches your attention, with blurred vision and barely breathing you look ahead and turn pale with what you see, coming out of the ground as if it were a puddle of water is the grotesque figure of an octopus man, his dark green skin is disgusting glowing in the dark, his eyes are black balls and a beak appears from under his beard made of mine tentacles.

The thing laughs heartily, making its tentacles swing. — It seems you fell into my trap, foolish human! — He says with gusto, but you didn’t notice he was talking because your head was focused on something else. — Holy shit, it’s Davy Jones! — You say, surprised that you were raving about the octopus man from Pirates of the Caribbean of all things, that was a pretty nerdy thing to do and he was kind of… different? In the movies he seemed cooler.

— I'm not one of your acquaintances, stupid human! — He shouts, getting so angry that small streaks of dark red light come out of him, you roll your eyes, even in your imagination men call women stupid? With difficulty you drag yourself to the wall ignoring your hallucination, you manage to stand thanks to the support of the wall, but even so your legs tremble beneath you. You can do it Y/N, you tell yourself, you don't have time to hallucinate in an alley over a pool of your own blood, you need coffee, sweets, to be fucked and to sleep, and you don't even care about the order, you're not picky at the moment, as long as all that happens that same night, you'll be fine.

You lean against the wall with your shoulder and stare at the octopus man, you rub the blood that stains your chin and say through your teeth because of the pain and dizziness. — I don't feel like fighting with hallucinations or nerdy references, so go fuck yourself and miss me! — You ignore him and try to stand on your legs, but that proves impossible, you were worse than a newborn colt. The octopus man gets irritated, but you don't notice it, too caught up in your mission.

— Don't look down on me, bitch! — The thing screams furiously and then suddenly one of its tentacles runs towards you at the speed of a bullet and wraps itself tightly around your leg, you scream in fright and fall backwards, you can feel the appendage squeezing you while its suction cups stick to your skin. The feeling of that cold and slimy thing pressed so tightly against you makes you sick and gives you chills, but that's how something comes to your mind.

A woman who just broke up with her boyfriend who was cheating on her with her best friend, her parents kicked her out of the house and now she is alone in the dark street while it rains, she decides to take shelter in an alley when suddenly a strange monster appears and starts fucking her with its tentacles, unfortunately the inspiration ended here, you had to have a romantic couple, but that octopus man was too ugly, too horrible and too much of a jerk to even give you inspiration in this part, well, back to part zero.

The tentacle wrapped around you tightens and you hiss, feeling the bone in your leg creak under the pressure. If it continued any longer, your leg would be broken. The tentacle continues to climb up your leg, leaving a sticky line on your skin as it moves to your thigh. You groan in disgust and use your hands to try to get it off you, but other tentacles advance towards you and pull your arms away and pin them above your head.

You try to free yourself, but those appendages are very strong and it's strange because since when can hallucinations be so real? Your eyes watch in horror as another tentacle appears and simply lifts your skirt up, you really should have worn pants to work. Your favorite panties, those pretty and comfortable at the same time, are exposed, the first tentacle rises a little more until it invades your underwear, the feeling of it rubbing against the skin of your intimate part is strange.

You let out a startled moan as the appendage begins to rub against your rim, you scream as it simply shoves itself inside you, it begins to wiggle inside you, that slimy, cold thing deep inside you is a horrible sensation, you try to pull away, but the appendages holding you in place are too strong, the tentacle continues to move in and out at a fast, relentless pace, the wet sounds coming out of your cunt that usually turn you on now disgust you.

— That's it, human, feed me! — The octopus man says with a strange smile on his beak. — I feed on sexual energy and the moment you came in here I knew you would satisfy me! — He says as a pale, slimy tongue comes out to lick his beak. — You must last longer than the others! — Ah, so that's what happened to those women, being fucked by an octopus man to death.

Another tentacle climbs up your body and enters under your shirt, going up to your chest. It squeezes your breast while the suction cup sticks to your nipple. You moan, you don't want this, to get excited by this, but your body misses a sexual touch and wants it. You writhe in an attempt to get free, it's getting too much. The tentacle that enters and leaves you quickly, the other one that squeezes and plays with your breasts and those that squeeze your arms tightly. Tears run down your cheeks. You sob but it was the wrong move because another appendage sticks itself in your mouth and starts to simulate oral sex with you, but this time it wasn't your mistake.

As the tentacle fucks your mouth and you feel the spit accumulating in the corner, you don't even think before closing your mouth and sinking your teeth into it, a rotten taste of its blood fills your mouth, but you don't let go. The octopus man roars in pain, he throws you hard to the side and you hit your head on the wall and end up letting go of the tentacle, you get up and even though your legs are shaking you turn and run, ignoring the thing's curses of pain, but unfortunately you don't get very far.

As soon as you turn around you hit your nose on something really big and hard, you groan in pain as you feel blood start to run from your nose, since when was there a wall right behind you? Were you so dizzy that you didn't even know which way you were running? You groan in confusion and frustration before you start to feel the wall that broke your nose, it's strangely soft for a wall, it's also warm and what is that? You put your ear to it and hear something banging there, what the hell? You spread your hands once more and move them along the wall until you feel a small dip further down and feel what looks like the most defined six pack you've ever seen?

— Have you stopped groping yet? — A hoarse voice interrupts your moment, you are startled when that voice makes the wall in your ear tremble and that's how you realize that it wasn't a wall but a very warm and divine chest. You move away from that piece of paradise with flushed cheeks, you groped a guy in the face and speaking of him, he is simply the most handsome man you have ever seen. Dark hair, pale skin, black and practically lifeless eyes, but none of that could diminish his beauty, not when he was wearing such a tight blouse, even the scar on the corner of his mouth was hot, even your little friend between your legs gets excited agreeing with you.

— Don't get involved in this, sorcerers! — The octopus man shouts furiously. — I saw her first, she's mine! — He waves his tentacles in the air, you almost smile when you realize that one of them is circumcised, but when you see how they swing limply in the air and look like canned sausage, you almost vomit, you don't want to believe that thing was inside you and in your mouth, simply disgusting.

The handsome newcomer doesn't say anything, he just gives you a long look, his eyes going up and down your chubby figure, he was probably seeing all the blood on you, the marks he left on your exposed skin and your disheveled clothes, his eyes linger a little longer on the line of spit still drying at the corner of your mouth, I wonder if he noticed the blood running down your nose that his divine pecs broke. His face wrinkles into a frown and he clicks his tongue. — What a waste! — He says with disgust and you blush at the same time as you get irritated, was he saying that because you were fucked by a scumbag octopus-man or because it wasn't his dick in you?

Tired of being ignored, the octopus man growled angrily and sent his tentacles towards you, you screamed in fear and stumbled to hide behind your handsome and somewhat douchebag savior. The stranger just blinked looking bored as he pulled a sansetsukon out of mid-air, of course you know this because besides playing games you see some friends and have nerdy friends and you're kind of becoming one of them.

— Stay still, doll face! — He says as he positions himself with the gun in his hands, getting hotter than before. You blush at his shamelessness. Who does he think he is to call you nicknames like that out of nowhere? Your cunt leaked happily at the compliment, traitor. He uses his gun to deflect the first appendage that approaches. He turns his body fluidly, which seems impossible for someone with his body. He spins the strange three-part nunchaku and starts to advance, ripping off the tentacles with quick, precise and strong blows. You just stood there, not knowing what was happening. Luckily, that fight didn't last long. It turns out that the octopus-man was a terrible short-range fighter. All it took was a few blows to the face with the gun and he was already on the ground, dead to the world. In fact, that fight was quite disappointing, but at least it lets you see long, thick arms flexed.

Too bad the stranger didn't think so. The handsome guy starts kicking the octopus man's unconscious body angrily, each blow seems stronger and more irritated than the last and in truth, as hot as he was, you had already reached your quota of psychopathic men so you're leaking. — Okay, thanks a lot for helping me and all, you were practical and really nice back there, but my time is up and I have to go so, Au revoir! — You turn around ready to leave there, get your bag and smoke four or five cigarettes while freaking out, but the handsome stranger grabs your arm so hard that you groan, you're almost sure you sprained it.

— Don't even think about it, princess, I don't work for free! — He says looking at you with furrowed eyebrows and you think FUCK! The octopus man's body lying a little far from you makes it very clear that you have no chance with this handsome, muscular man, you have no money, you spent all your salary this month on your debts and paying for the spa for your cat and besides your cell phone and your set of sex toys the most valuable thing in your house is your Levi Ackerman doll and you are not giving your Levi to anyone, that cost a kidney!

— Sorry, but I don't have any money! — You say irritably as you pull your arm out of his grip, it hurts like hell and turns purple almost instantly, but you don't have time for that, your Levi and your cat's pampering are at stake here. — Well, there are always other forms of payment. — The stranger says as his gaze travels over your plump form, lingering on your breasts and hips. — Okay. — You don't even think before agreeing and you can see that he was taken aback by the way a pout formed on your lips and your eyebrows furrow, sexy and cute. Come on, let's be honest, you want to have sex, he wants to have sex, why would you say no? He'll be getting paid and you'll be out of the drought, and your Levi and your cat's pampering would be safe, you were killing several birds with one stone!

The man gives you a dirty smile and before you know it you're against the wall feeling the heat of his body on yours, you can't even react before he dives towards you and attacks your lips. The kiss is neither passionate nor gentle, he slams your mouths together and doesn't even wait before putting his tongue inside your mouth, he searches every corner as if he owned it, he doesn't care about the residual taste of blood still there or what still dries in your nose.

His hands roam your body, squeezing your rolls tightly. He devours you with desire and strength. You scratch his back, needing to do something before the heat of this kiss consumes you. You feel that warmth between your legs and know you're getting excited. He squeezes your waist and you scratch his scalp. Unfortunately, you both need to breathe, but you need more than your partner. You breathe with difficulty, your eyes are dilated while your cheeks burn red. This kiss has managed to finish you off.

Still out of orbit, you watch him kneel down, the way he lowered himself was so fast that you almost thought he had fallen. He doesn't look at you or say anything asking for permission, he just holds one of your thighs tightly, the grip on your leg makes you moan. A finger fits into your panties and pulls them so hard that the fabric tears, you moan sadly, those were your favorite. The stranger pulls your leg and places his shoulder, he turns his face and leaves kisses, licks and small bites on the exposed skin and you bite your hand to stop your moans from coming out too loud. He gives you a look, eyes shadowed by his long, curled eyelashes, before bringing his face closer to your cunt.

You can feel him breathing in your scent, the scent of your arousal, and you blush when you realize that you're practically leaking. — Look at that, all soaked for me, doll face! — He says, and the heat of his breath makes you twitch. You swallow hard. Oral sex wasn't anything new to you, but it wasn't something that happened often either. But now there you were with a hot, handsome man standing on his knees in front of you, ready to put his mouth on you, and it was suddenly too much.

A shiver runs through your body when his tongue licks your folds and you throw your head back with a long moan. After that octopus man, you were very sensitive. Apparently that lick was to test the waters, because after that he doesn't even wait to stick his tongue in your entrance. His mouth moves with strength and confidence. He sweats your folds, his tongue swirls and swirls as it goes back and forth inside you as if he were licking a candy, and it makes you lose your mind. You forget where you are and scream with pleasure. Fuck, the sounds he makes while his mouth eats you are so obscene, you look at him while biting one of your hands, without it you feel like you might lose your mind.

You stick your fingers in his dark hair and pull lightly on the strands, encouraging him to go deeper and deeper. The man makes sounds of pure delight as he sucks in your flavor, it was almost as if he had never eaten anything so good in his life. The liquid from your cunt runs down his cheeks and down his chin until it runs down his neck, but he doesn't even care, very intent on devouring you, he licks you and licks you like a dog and it's so hot, you have to stop yourself from fucking yourself in his mouth, but something tells you that he would like you to sit on his face, but that's a subject for another time. You get lost in the feeling of his tongue invading you and in the wet sounds that escape him and that's when you feel it.

You feel that sensation of something growing in the pit of your stomach, that pressure that grows and grows, your body starts to catch fire. Your breath catches, your cunt clenches around his tongue, your back arches as something tightens in your cervix and you scream as you cum into that handsome stranger's mouth. Your vision explodes into white as the air leaves your lungs, your mouth opens in a silent scream as you continue to send jets and jets into the stranger's mouth who drinks it all with desire like a man in the desert.

You're floating on a post-orgasm cloud when he lowers your leg, you wobble until your back is pressed against the wall, your legs are about to turn to jelly and your head is so far away, in your entire life you've never cum so much from a simple blowjob before, not even after months without sex, you feel something warm running down your nose, your blood pressure probably went up in the middle of the act and your nose is leaking again, but you couldn't care less about that at the moment. The stranger laughs at the way you look airy and satisfied. — Calm down, it's not over yet, princess. —  He says cheekily, you blink confused, your ears feel like they're full of cotton, but even so you think you heard him say it's not over yet, destroying you with his mouth wasn't enough? When you come back to reality he's in front of you with the smile of the cat who got the cream, he squeezes the sides of your thighs tightly and pulls you up. Scared, you simply let yourself be lifted up and wrap your legs around his hips, and it kind of takes your breath away, no one has ever lifted you up so easily before, but after what he did to that octopus man, it shouldn't be any mystery, that face wasn't normal, but it doesn't make you scared, it just excites you.

— By the way, the name is Toji! — He says looking at you with a mischievous and smug smile. — In case you need to scream. — You roll your eyes ready to give him a very naughty answer, but you choke when he simply thrusts himself inside you, you hadn't even noticed when he took his dick out. Toji invaded you without even warning or preparing you, all he had used was his own tongue and saliva, you throw your head back as you scream his name feeling his member stretch you inside, Toji just gives another mischievous smile before starting to thrust into you without mercy.

His thrusts are fast, strong and precise inside you, the tip of his dick always pokes that little spot inside you that makes you see stars, his penis is big and thick and opens you up like a pipe cleaner. Your body rocks against the wall of that alley, Toji is deep inside you, but so deep that your mind starts to turn to jelly, with each stroke of his cock you feel your consciousness leaving you. His mouth bites your neck hard and you moan feeling his teeth marking you, you moan as your toes try to curl inside your leather shoes.

His big hands were squeezing your ass tightly, will he leave marks? You want to know that you will have marks of him on your body, you want to feel him inside you for days on end. One of his hands takes advantage of the fact that your blouse is still open to slip into your bra and play with your breast, his fingers squeeze the flesh there and then squeeze and pinch the tip, making your skin crawl. His hips thrust against you like a machine in a constant rhythm and with the same strength without weakening, the sound of his skin slapping against skin and the wet sounds of his cock entering and leaving you floating in the air, your head is thrown back, you can feel the saliva running down your throat, but you are so lost in the pleasure that you don't even care.

You risk a glance at him and notice how he is biting his lip with his eyebrows furrowed as he watches his own cock disappearing inside you. So fucking hot, you think before reaching out your hands to hold his face, when his glazed eyes focus on you, you pull him in for another kiss, Toji seems to like it because he soon takes control of the gesture and devours your mouth with the same desire as before, your hand pulls his hair and you whimper feeling wave after wave of pleasure.

You bite his lip when the kiss ends, you stare into his eyes clouded with desire and lust and you can feel how his already monstrous cock simply seems to double in size inside you. You can't believe that you're being fucked by a complete stranger in the middle of an alley, your eyes dart to the entrance barely. The alleyway is lit up and you can still see the lights of Tokyo lit up while cars and pedestrians still cross the streets. You should hate this, feel tremendous shame just imagining some of the passersby hearing your obscene sounds and coming to check it out, but the thought of you two being caught fucking like animals in heat only turns you on more. Toji buries his face in your bust, you can feel him licking and biting the skin of your breasts and you just throw your head back moaning like a whore. At that moment you didn't care if someone would catch you with a dick shoved deep inside you, fuck that, Toji was the biggest dick you've ever had inside you, it was burning and burning your insides, but this pain was so good that you were practically bouncing on him. This was the best thing that happened to you after having his mouth on your cunt.

— Look at you, your cunt welcomes me so well! — He whispers in your ear. — What a wonderful little cunt, taking me like that. — He presses you closer to the wall and the speed of his hips increases even more, what an insatiable man. You feel that twinge again and know you're coming a second time. — Toji! — You scream his name as you cum. — Fuck! — He growls as he feels you tightening around his cock and covering it with your cream. His thrusts continue brutally, overexerting you, your cunt practically drooling cum, completely mistreated and fucked.

You can only cry and beg him to stop as he continues to pump himself inside you. Your cunt contracts and contracts on his cock, taking everything he gives with desire. — What a greedy girl! —  He jokes before grunting, putting more force into his hips. You don't even know what you're saying with the post-orgasm cloud clouding your mind, you ask him to stop, skin for him to fuck you harder, you don't even know what you want anymore and that's how less than two minutes after cumming for the second time you come for the third time effortlessly.

Your head falls back along with your arms that hang limply at your sides, it's official, your mind is out, he's fucked you until your brains are fried. Your body rocks up and down scraping against the alley wall in time with his brutal thrusts, your bones no longer exist and all you can do is float in pleasure as you let him use your body as he pleases.

You've never cum so many times in such a short period of time, not even when you were still new to this and the scent of virginity was exuding from you, apparently that was enough. His thrusts start to weaken a little and lose their constant and desperate rhythm and you don't need more to know that he's coming, Toji buries his face in your breasts again and scrapes his teeth against their skin, giving you shivers, you just struggle to keep your legs wrapped around him.

He grunts as he cums as he pumps and pumps cum inside you that paints your insides white, he keeps pushing himself inside you as the wave of orgasm ravages his body. — Toji! — You scream his name as you cum a fourth time with him, but this time you practically squirt on his cock, your whole body trembles in spasms and it feels like all your strength has drained from you. He rests his head on your shoulder as he breathes deeply catching his breath, after being fucked so thoroughly like this his hands itch to light his cigarette and feel the nicotine relaxing his aching muscles, but unfortunately his bag is on the other side of the alley with your cigarettes.

And so it is, with him inside you after being fucked in the middle of a dark and smelly alley with the carcass of an octopus-man a few meters away from you while your mind is puree you have an epiphany. Your protagonist does not know the truth about the world, while she walks down the streets with her head down after being betrayed and thrown out on the street she finds the first truth she does not know. The cruel tentacled monster that attacks her to feed, she cannot run or scream, and when all seems lost she is saved, not by the knight in shining armor but by a guy in leather who looks like a mercenary.

Terrified and scared in the alley she thinks it's all over, but it's not, her savior is not a hero, he doesn't do charity, he has no home and no money so how is she going to pay her debt? A deal is made in the alley as the handsome stranger buries himself inside her, she will be a warm hole for him, a source of relief, always cute, sweet and ready to take him anywhere and as this sex contract unfolds the attraction turns into passion and this passion burns to the point of becoming love and then they fall in love in the midst of monsters and others who want to see them separated.

And here was your otome game with a story, a hot man and lots and lots of sex. Toji finally pulls out of you with a slippery sound and pulls you off his lap. It doesn't take long for his cum to start running down your legs like a sticky white waterfall. As soon as you no longer have Toji or the wall supporting you, your legs tremble and give out beneath you, before you know it you're falling forward, but luckily the man catches you, okay, in fact you end up falling with your face buried in the middle of his chest again, but at least this time it wasn't hard enough to break your nose again and are you really going to complain? Those breasts were divine!

— This again? — Toji says as he watches you continue with your face buried in him. — If you keep this up, I'll charge you. — His tone was free of any emotion and you didn't know him well enough to know if he was lying or not, although a part of you said that he would be quite capable of charging you. — I'm sorry if your breasts are delicious and gravity doesn't help me! — You say muffled as you still keep your face in his chest.

You stare at him keeping your cheek pressed against his chest, you still feel your cheeks flushed from sex and you know that your whole face is still stuck in the expression of someone who has been very well fucked, in fact you still feel the effects of his cock on you and it is simply perfect. Toji stares at you looking deadly serious and this lasts for a while before he simply lifts you under your arms and throws you over his shoulder like you were a sack of potatoes.

— Wait, what are you doing? — You ask as he simply walks out of the alley and into the bright and busy Tokyo street, this attracts the gaze of some people in his direction. — You made me hard again so you're going to have to solve this. — He shrugs with you still on top of him. — Only it'll be in bed this time. — Toji starts whistling as if he was walking in the park.

— What? — You blink confused. — No, wait! My bag is there! — You scream but the man simply ignores you. — Toji, come back now, I need my bag! — You try again but he keeps walking. — Toji! — You scream irritably as you hit his back and this gets his attention, but all he does is slap your ass hard making you let out a scared moan. You just stare at the alley moving away while your bag remains in the alley and inside it the most important thing in your life. — My coupons! — You whine.

[abyss-seer]

What is the Gossip around you?

"Delight a tea with us?

As the universe and I unfold

The pages that were left unturned

Untold stories, little secrets

That unravel as tarot tattles"

-Lady Abyss

Pick A Card Reading: What's the Gossip around you?

Only if these walls could talk.....

Pile 1 - Floral Tea, Pile 2- Milk Tea, Pile 3- Lemon Tea Pile 4- Mint Tea Pile 5 - Matcha Pile 6 - Green tea

These Pick a card Readings are for entertainment purposes only. Reader discretion is adviced.

Please take the message only how it resonates

So let's start

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PILE 1

Ooh, the moment I saw this pic, I heard Ice Spice or was it Eyes Spies👀?

Disco dancing, there's some sourness in this tea, buckle ladies and gentlemen, joji's glimpse of us is coming through, sheesh : someone around is unsatisfied with their relationship, Ariana Grande's Bloodline coming through. Shhhhh But "they can't find anything to satisfy me", the dude who said this in the beginning of bloodline.

i'm sorry, : but I...... I just....... oh no i don't know how to tell you this? but......... I just pulled a lovers in reverse in the middle of the deck. Trust me, I also felt like my tongue was falling out, Gurl warning before you proceed, there will be mentions of BJ's in this read.

Whoever this person they are persevering, pursuing everything they can in the pursuit of this happiness (Getting BJ's or giving BJ's to someone already, Dang! they are cheating! I thought the tattle tale was about someone's fantasies, seems like we are dead wrong here) This could be happening in a workplace for many of you, maybe the colleague who is worked off like a cow, or a person who cleans up on everybody else's mess. This worker could be Taoist or might wear something Yin/Yang related, umm, maybe that peace bro, one with monkey signed jacket??? Idk that Ben 10 monkey or gorilla shirt. He is somewhere among your colleagues and best friends.....

Gurl this guy does it on the shore, in public, in front of everyone without getting caught. IDK why but I am getting Piddy vibes, EWWWWWWWW....... Gurl watch who hang out with, so maybe cheating on her with another married man or some underage for many of you. He maybe is in a process of disengaging with the underage or completely focusing his Piddy sights on this underager. For some this underage is you, You know if whoever you are who's reading this, if you are underage and in this situation, RUN!!!!!!!

No wonder flower scented tea came through, you could be intuitively knowing who this is and still trying to deny it, like girl they stink and you need your spiritual self is drawn to scented candles and teas yikes! yeet em away. And stop hopscotching with them, You and they could be hike buddies or travel buds....

No wonder spirit said tea was gonna be sour, Iam judging up and down, left and right as I literally channeled Sourpatch Kids...... I hate kids in there, or let's say the sourness that has been left behind in my mouth cause I thought this was gonna be a different kind of read with all the BJ's I channeled at start, and now WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS???????, Goodbye

PILE 2

Un Poco Loco by Anthony Gonzalez and Gael Garcia

Someone here's Mexican and maybe has an accent when they speak, delegating roles, so maybe an organizer or a managerial or executive head secretary of the department typa job, tough job, wears an executive ties, full length clothes, full length bra, closure or closed clothes, this is a lady or maybe "The headache" *Bombastic side eye*

Your tarot reader *coughs* as she sips the tea, the tea is scorching hot, and it is leaving my throat *DRY*.... the tarot reader continues as she gives your pile, a very very wide eyed *knowing* stare...... cause what the heck is brooding here? unsaid words, confusion, silence.... yeah your reader's a bit worried with the developments of the previous read, so I hope your messages don't knock me out!

Idk why, but i'll be honest, I might think this gossip is about you and my spirit guides don't lie, reminds of the ending of Cheetah music video by Jackson Wang. Whatever this gossip is, you could be a 10th houser, air placements in 10 th house, people in your workplace could be speaking about you, this person could be someone with a heart attack issue or some major health issue or low energy levels, they would feel overworked and trapped in this job, also feels like a younger colleague. There could be so much confusion in this job, they could be loving you right now but soon grow tired of it, might require a massage every little while. They are someone brimming with brightness and charms of being a colleague right now.

But you will see their double standards, their shyness hides a retard. or hints of them being a retard will show up for you at the right place and right time, so be aware. "Ti amo" which means I love you in Italian. Be sure of it before you say no or profusely reject this stubborn, if maybe the situation arises so. They would literally use love to fool people and earn money via them. To accept their offer is to love, they can say whatever you would like them to say, only if your remote is in their hands. European town could be significant, your place of work is European maybe, house or decor is Texan American maybe, seemingly Barn style maybe, ideal for hopping over the fences. Maybe you live near suburbs. Have an open grass field, playing field or garden outside your house.

This retard could be the type to do drama over benches, throw documents and papers, clench desk and jaw when things don't go their way. By the way they are some copy paste drama queen/kings, if they don't get their work done, that's cause they are drunk or too busy to smoke. She/he might have an entourage of colleagues who work for them, no questions asked or will be asked under them or their control. Also could be betraying their company, country or people behind the back of authorities. Flies pass by as you come near this person and their gifts given or made with such lowly standards akin to scorpios hiding in the night, waiting for you to meet or take their bait , and while you are completely neutral in this state of stillness, contemplation and vulnerability like a praying mantis, there is nothing but sickness left to be passed onto us so that we may pray as well, (some preacher who want to dunk us in the water right now ) I'm getting messages of drugging or getting someone drunk to get laid, this is referring to not to buy drinks from them! Their entourage is a loser cell, may look sexy but are a nuisance if nothing else, really. These people could be very "Sexy" : Their allure might lead you to drive the wrong direction. Don't anywhere with or near them.

Okay Bye pile 2, some of you could be flipping boxes over maybe for some of you, and are being made to look like bad person in front of this person with a judgy character, they might push you right under the bus if they keep sensing your antiques and fight you off. So better stay aware, be prepared.

PILE 3

"And everybody's watching her but she's looking at youuuuuuuu....."

So pile 3, I did this pile twice and seems like this cup of lemon or orange tea was chosen by you guys very specifically. I have been looking forward to you guys today. Hey there! wanna know the tea about you or the gossip about somebody around you. Im getting the words "grassroots" that means literally someone's family or childhood friends or the person we are talking about today hails from Thailand and maybe some some grassland area for many of you. So let's see what comes out. It seems like this gossip is happening to you. Maybe its a gossip around you but something about it is related to you or your family, its happening to you specifically. If the situation resonates, so let's tune in.

"Camilla", either someone's name or a onomatopia for some word in another language. I was literally getting some women saying this in Latina, spanish or mexican accent. You get the drill..... "Orlando" "Greenish"

"All I dream of is your eyes, All I long for is your touch and Darling something tells me, its enough. " The song I think they call this love coming through, "Camila" came through again, someone named "Josh or Joshua" is her Savior. Don't who these people are, but let's call them our characters in this story. Josh and Camila are strangers now but they used to be be friends. Something around this storyline. Camilla could be within Josh or Noah reach, but they are all trying to deviate Josh or Josh's head away from Noah whom she gets spark from. Josh is nodding to Noah only to Camila's dismay. Something about Orlando bloom could be significant, like someone could like one of those characters played by him in his movies.

So let's go about Josh, He and Camilla are strangers, that's what she likes about Josh, because Josh doesn't knows that Camilla is watch Josh. Now I feel like Josh is a woman, maybe Joshelynn or something, you get the drilll..... and Camilla could be a guy for many of you.... But I feel like Camilla doesn't likes the chemistry Josh and Noah have cause ofc they are gay, and she doesn't likes cause she's more of a stray-t. No shame to straight people, but something about Camilla right here is off. Like off limits, she seems to be crossing her boundaries but loves that Josh doesn't knows that. She could be spying this Josh you know. Maybe she likes and wants Josh but my boy said he's rainbow unicorn missy hoe (Josh could be a bit of an explorer, in smexual areas, could have strong Mars). Ofc Camilla doesn't like this and is used to crossing her boundaries with Josh (Iam literally getting Shawn for Josh, so these are straight ex's turned friends now maybe). As long as memory serves that's how they have been. You could recognise them or meet them at a time when they are short of delegating tasks at their workplace or something like that. Seems like these two have had a mysterious history and you were there when this "dandy world incident" took place. Something about catching people leaving empty boxes in your doorstep could be significant.

You could be missing some old friend right about now or as of now when the timing of this message gets to you. "German" could be significant. Someone could have tolerated someone for a pretty long time. These are some rumours about someone who is rich, has unfathomable or surplus amount of money but refuses to use it or invest in things properly, Their money or opportunities are dying out or are almost dead. In the verge of poverty I think. They are still in dying wake of their destiny, so basically, reaching the shore of their poverty stricken life basically are/were predating other people on the fact that their destiny is dead anyway and thus never trying anything further. They don't want to die trying anymore. They are still awakening or have awakened from a dead destiny that was never meant to be theirs despite trying or dying so hard for it. They are being forgiven or begging forgiveness for their mistakes currently.

So I think after trying so hard, this person has awakened from their dreams of having Josh cause Josh was always gay and her thinking that she could turn him straight couldn't change it cause well.... you know, at least Camilla is alright now. I think they were busy washing off sins or baptizing Josh because of the ultimate rejection. They aren't being shadow banned or seen as Josh's mistress anymore. I think they are friends now, that's the short story of it all....

Do tell how much did you like it and how much does resonates? Till then on our next tea date.... Goodbye.

PILE 4

Ah! Hello refreshing Mint tea lovers, seems like many of you are in this energy where you are gearing yourself at being grateful towards universe and its blessings. The tea is sugary with undissolved crispy sugar bits still in it, a balanced flavor is striked by using salt. An Autumn flavoured Summer for many of you. Lovely evening, my inmates, some of you could be living in some institutions like prison or facilities or got discharged from there, maybe this tea is from around there, so let's see what comes out here, my lovely pile 4.

Misri or Rock candy or crystal sugar could be someone's preference here. Many of you could be ardent worshippers of Hindu Gods like Mahesha or Ganesh or their aggressive forms. For many of you this is a gossip around your circle, and maybe you could be part of this conversation as well.This is about someone who has fell out of the coven and decided to form their own group or coven, very much like Carlisle from Twilight (Reminds me of Mula Nakshatra,) forming the Olympic Coven or the Cullen family of vegeterian vampires, after leaving the main foundational coven "Volturi". So yeah someone who is trying to restore peace but decided to take a different route. Hierophant in reverse came through, they find the old regimes too finicky and these people aren't pleased by them forming another coven or group based on their value set or system. Ooh interesting, so very much like Volturi. So basically are at the heated end of the circle for forming their own coven and many younglings from the original group do not approve of their ways, pretty much let's say dismissive of this new group,

Something about "S'mores or smurfs" could be significant, Reminds me of Smurfs mostly, where someone forms a new group of new people. The gossip around you is that someone's feels heavily betrayed by the actions that someone took in secret. The secrets are being exposed of someone rebelling or starting a rebellion that ended up failing or overkilling something, to the point that they ran out of all other options or weren't able to see any other option, so they took a seeming wild step or action, said something accidently perhaps out of desperation, they misjudged and united against somebody innocent. Ganging up out of wrong judgement I mean. The people who ganged up could include two lovers and their fake friends maybe, a couple and their friends. These people are from this newbie's side and have decided to go seperate ways in his illusion, typically double masking, playing left and right in both the sides like Loki. I think they are getting caught.

Deep down this old leader feels like they are unable to let go of this colleague or worker, but they are moving on regardless..... while this old leader who was a doormat once often getting lead on by others has seeming hatched out of his coven's new responsibilities and possibilities and is leaving it behind. They are moving on and are left out. So the rebel is getting caught up, the old ring leader is moving on after suffering in silence for so long. But this old leader still wanted to keep his possesions that came with this authority. The rebel and his group have taken a lot more than they could compensate, I think the old leader was gullible and trusted them maybe a lot. This group or community has since then either broken up or have found peace amongst each other. The rebel is looking at the wrong choice they made by taking the wrong advice of a lover or a friend and hence rushing in without any proper evidence to prove the foundation of whatever this lover said.

This gives a relationship that made someone rebel against their own family.

Woah! Now that was some typical Rajasthani tea. Some of you could be from Rajasthan, India.

Anyway, Take care you guys! Goodbye

PILE 5

Hey there! Pile 5, patiently stirring Matcha? Good thing, the longer and slower you stir, the more flavourful will be the green swirl, so let's see, the gossip around you, or maybe a story perhaps of someone significant. So let's proceed, shall we?

Some of you could have royal lineage. Okay there is some sort of last moment realisation here, like someone just realised the mistake they were making by looking for favours here and there, despite already having enough in abundance for themselves to survive the overkill or a drought like situation or a betrayal. Someone walked away just before the accident could take place. It definitely reminds me of Michael Jackson dozing off for some extra sleep on 9/11 and then surviving the attack that could have killed him if he went to twin towers on time. I am getting that this family could have arrived to this person or you guys whoever this gossip is about in a dream like state as I feel like most of these ancestors are dead, meaning they have left this place and have a hallowed existence. Someone is coming to a realisation of their loved ones trying to signal them towards something hence surviving an ordeal at the last moment.

Your /this person's energy could be very expressive as of now, and I also felt comfortable doing certain things in this read. It feels very homely. This person and their energy is going through a spitual awakening right. Yet their openness to these subjects isn't very high, so they are kinda struggling when it comes to healing themselves and their inner wounds. They aren't in their healing journey yet the awakening and realisation has been eating them up lately. They aren't accustomed to these chains of unexplainable events that don't make any sense on a scientific basis. Their loved one could been a millenial from a different habitat or tradition altogether. So someone comes from a diverse family background to them. They are also realising the more they listen to these dreams or predictions the more their energy aligns to their goals, efforts and success. I think they are doubting it cause the symptoms of initiation they are going through isn't something their friends have heard, nor do their immediate relatives can give them answers to these type of questions

Some of their friends feel like they aren't investing the money that they lent properly enough and are getting lost in thoughts like these, hence their valid concerns seems to turning into excuses, even though they didn't mean it, and that they are actually going through some realisations, but because they seem incapable of delivering the results of their work, they are doubting it, their intuition, these wake up calls and these messages are not something they are used ecspecially if their friends are leaving them behind. They are falling out with friends and seem to be very doubtful of their future. They are also in a hurry for answers. Iam also getting sailors, so basically sailing their ships as fast as they can to reach the shore, they could be multitasking their chores and catching spiritual sparks as of now.

They are learning to listen their intution rather than jumping to conclusion on the side, all the while they protect the money they borrowed and save it so that later on they carry its burdens, work hard and make something for themselves as the time is running out for them to create these beautiful things if they don't walk away from the privileged state of being able to choose everything at once and choosing to let go of that multitasking of 10 different desires at the same time while working only towards their goals. It seems like their home and their ancestors are trying to lead them towards victory by leading them towards their goals but they are too distracted by 5 different things at once to listen to the call of these goals in life.

Whew! Pile 5 that's a lot of balancing right there, eliminating what doesn't count in favour of what does. I was also channeling "Por Favor" in what language i forgot but it means please, the souls are asking this person to forget about all their goals and try to focus on setting their life to balance and prioritise to do only 2 or 3 things at once. Someone has a lot of scales to balance....

Goodbye my dears take care.

PILE 6

Heyy! We meet at last! You must be tired after scrolling so long. Anyways welcome to the Tea Corner, Pile 6. Let's spill the deets! shall we?

You/the person could know about this gossip about themselves already. Its like you/they remember everything, the latest song on internet you/they know, the random song someone suggested, you/they know it already, like everything that is happening around you/them, you/they know it! And this draws me to a conclusion that you/they are a very bright and charming personality who knows their way to sway people into spilling beans. You/they keep yourself up to date on these daily happenings. You/they are someone who is very knowledgeable on the subject that people talk but are tight lipped about it and hence you/they are content at that. People find you/ them trustworthy likewise. This person is really good at swerving the conversation. They know people are talking about them and they know exactly why, and they let them eat that cake! So yeah they what's being talked about them and they are unbothered by it.

Dang! But people talk a lot, and I mean a lottttt!

First people think that this person is miserable and is unable to let go of their attachments or have an Achilles wound that isn't healing anytime soon. People feel they have been hurt, wronged and are seriously short tempered to the point that even at the mention of this wound/insecurity might explode or hurt people through manipulation especially by advancing at power in their workplace. Overall people feel like this person's stuck in their roadblocks. I don't feel like this gossip is that true necessarily or is affecting them the way many people are assuming it to be. They just seem overexaggerated. Like its definitely true that they survived a betrayal or some sorta vendetta against them. They aren't the type to sulk down so low. It seems as if they were like that until the betrayal and aftermath of it but are actually pretty sophisticated in real life. People fail to realise that about this person. They are very well organised, studying, researching or preparing for their exams or whatever they are onto. They aren't sulking around, they way many people would like them to or think that they do. They are way too strong to be unbothered by it.

I can smell sob stories from a mile away, IDK why but you/this person has a habit of finding people who try to explain or tell their life stories to people who don't even care to listen or read your messages and you become one of those people who pay some effort into reading or listening to all that. Hence you/this person become the bearer of entrusted secrets.

The betrayal could come from someone named "Ashley", that name came through. The person we are talking about in pile 6, has been hurt to the core of their inner child after being abused or forced upon in a workplace situation, after working diligently for years. But something about their foundations or their assertiveness or they way they get things done seemed unexplainable and unknown to people. Maybe they worked so good, that people made rumours about them being a King or egoistic or aggressive, dominating or always angry at the workplace to the point that after people have started jumping into these conclusions about this person being a mayhem or something, while they are nothing more than two goody shoes basking in their ephemeral confidence, which in reality isn't something as big of an ego trip which many people hoax about this person. These rumours though have sorta affected them a bit, as they aren't like that in reality. They certainly discuss about their monstrous reputation with their close friends sometimes but they aren't as bothered by it as per say.

They may have Leo, Scorpio or Sagittarius placements.

So well that's about it!

[numbyday]

BIRDS OF A FEATHER - Chapter 1

MY FIRST Fic?!?! YAYYY!!! After months of dreaming on creating a fic, and inspiration from other creator's writings.. here we are!

Some Alcina Dimitrescu for y'all (will come later)

(NSFW AND TW: BLOOD, INJURIES)

Word count as of now: 2753 (this chapter)

Summary: You're practically no one, no background information and just dropped at the door as an infant with your twin brother. But now you've escaped from the orphanage with your twin despite being a couple of years off being independent. What will you do when you've split up with your brother and now under the control of the Dimitrescu's? Perhaps be caught in Mother Miranda's bloodthirsty quest of seeking for the right vessel for her daughter? Yes.

‎"Quickly, you insufferable vermin. Do you want that overpayed witch catching us?!" Miller whisper-yelled as you struggled to climb through the small opening of the window.

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‎3:01, the clock said, the time of horror as the "Mother" said in your nightly spooky stories. It was all bullshit, you thought, lies to keep the other kids inside the orphanage and dream of falseties.

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‎"Shut up, you dramatic oaf. Everyone is sleeping like the dead right now. If you would just help me get down, then that'll make this a whole lot easier"

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‎You glared at your twin brother as you landed on damp grass when you jumped down. You thought you heard stirring from inside, but it was quickly set aside in your thoughts. Oh how freeing it was, the fresh air of nature and the distant sounds of creatures of the woods. You just hoped none of them were out to get you two.

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‎"There's a village near, Elena said. Just behind the hill, we have to get away from here as fast as possible" You sighed as you slapped away an annoying fly roaming near your heaving face.

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‎The trek was treacherous as you had thought, winding roads that you thought we're purposely trying to lead you astray. Some puddles of mud that Miller almost fell through to his clumsiness. And finally, the unease you both felt due to the quiet woods.

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‎It didn't help that the wind was howling and also freezing, just like that lyric of Elsa that the Mother had often sung to the smaller ones at the orphanage.

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‎2 hours into the escape and your brother was already whining. Sometimes you couldn't believe he would be 17 in a few months, all because of his barely-thought-of acts. But your matching birthdays were a dead give away, to your dismay.

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‎"Dork, do you have my coat? My balls are gonna freeze over here.." Miller groaned as he rubbed his arms, you rolled your eyes and continued to walk.

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‎But before you can come up with a snarky response, you both heard the sound of a twig snapping, a bush rustling perhaps? You weren't so sure anymore with your foggy mind. But you and Miller always had shared increased senses, somehow.

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‎"What is it..?" Miller whispered yet again, stopping in his tracks beside you, turning to face the noise. He had an arm in front of you, pulling you a step behind him, despite his matching fear.

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‎"An animal if we're lucky" You responded in the same hushed way, the hairs on your body standing. Wondering if you can still run without the presence giving chase closer than you liked.

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‎"I-I've got a knife, come out!" Miller said out loud as he brought out a small pocket knife and got in a ridiculous stance, great. Now your location was revealed, vulnerable teens out in the woods at night.

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‎"You- are you stupid?! We don't know the first thing to using that knife, bozo!" You clamped a gloved hand over his mouth, despite being just as loud if not louder.

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‎But a small caw answered his call. A crow came out of the bushes, tilting it's head at both of you. You could've sworn it's eyes were bright yellow, but perhaps it was a trick of the light. And for a moment, you three just sat there looking at each other.

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‎Before you both can both process the event, the crow had already flown away, heading to the direction of the grand, imposing castle that had just started to take shape when the fog had cleared up.

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‎That same castle Mother had always warned you about, "Only filled with blood and death" as you recalled. But it wasn't your destination.

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‎"Hey I can see the village from here.." Miller squinted before he pointed ahead to the snow-covered pile of homes. Most were poorly-built and had probably been here since your ancestors, but then again you didn't know who your ancestors were.

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‎"Finally. Keep your head down"

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‎You both hurriedly ran down the hill and to the path towards it, there seemed to be some kind of night fair occuring. The houses were still lit up and people were gathered around the opening. There was a statue of a maiden wielding a blade and a shield, and you admired it, before Miller broke your moment.

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‎"Hey there's a fortune teller!" Miller gasped as he tugged you near the small tent harboring the old woman sitting behind a table, bearing salt and pepper hair with curls that were messy. Busy with tending of another customer, a man who seem to have his life down. As if a few sugared words from a strange lady can get your life together.

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‎"Why would you want to know your future? That would ruin the fun, idiot" You sighed and pinched his ear to drag him along and through the fair.

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‎There were others set to amuse. A woman wearing all black and controlling her handcrafted dolls like puppets, sharing stories for the children gathered around. A fire-breather some drunken men called a witch and was half tempted to burn at the stake. 

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‎But no Elena, you wished she would've congratulated you upon your ongoing escape. But then again, it was 5 in the morning.

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‎The villagers didn't trust new faces, you've never been out of the "house" due to mother having strict rules about it. It had felt so containing, like you were at a gilded prison rather than a place of comfort for you and your brother.

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‎The only thing that caught your eyes was a morbidly obese man sitting inside his wagon, definitely too big to sit there, and the bottom of his belly peeking out from his dark costumed shirt. You wondered how he wasn't spilling out. He was the center of attention, a magician as it said on a sign near, wearing a dark hat.

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‎"Ah! You must pick a card and keep it held in your mind, M'Lady" The man had said with his strange yet alluring accent, you and your brother couldn't help but stand behind some more onlookers.

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‎The girl at tow hesitantly picked a card, it wasn't the usual deck you would expect. The audience had been able to see what she picked, a crest of some kind, Two intersecting swords behind a flower, perhaps a symbol you wouldn't know. "T-This one, I set my mind to it, Duke!"

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‎"That's the Duke?! I have heard about him from the kitchen maids, I thought he would be more charming due to them squealing like school girls." Miller mumbled, but as if heard, the Duke had smirked in your direction and let out a small chuckle.

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‎"Don't be worm-minded, he's charming in his own way, no?" You slapped the back his head which resulted in a glare, shaking your own and now half-interested in finding some sustenance for your rumbling stomach. You haven't eaten since dinner, and that was hours ago.

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‎A round of applause caught back your attention, you saw the Duke holding the right card as the audience were definitely bought. There must've been a trick to it, you thought. You were caught in your thoughts before a chubby finger had pointed to you.

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‎"You! Yes you, fair lady. A new face eh? Please, approach." The Duke said, a grin on his face as he encouraged another applause when you were pushed forward by your brother, looking back at Miller who seemed really excited, giving you a thumbs up while you gave him the middle.

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‎"You do not seem to believe my magic, interesting. Though a magician mustn't reveal his ways, perhaps I can convince you otherwise." The Duke then reached into his wagon, almost toppling over in all his weight. You cought a glimpse of the lone dark horse behind his vehicle, it must've brought him here, poor horse you thought.

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‎But as he turned back towards the people, he did not bring more cards or a bunny hidden beneath his tophat. No tricks. You would've preferred otherwise, but alas. In his hand was a silver brooch. It was of the same design as the card earlier, perhaps it is more symbolic in the village than you thought.

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‎"A gift, y/n. Think of it as a charm, perhaps it may even tell your future, like the fortune teller didn't do right?" The Duke laughed in his own joke, the sound full but not mocking, no one else seemed to understand but the both of you. Confusion and slight alarm was seen in your face but the object was clipped onto your chest, right above your heart. How much weirder may this night get?

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‎"Oh, thanks.. I guess" You reached for it, touching at the shape metal edges, a small smile broke on your face. You've never had a gift before, Mother didn't bother on birthdays after they turned 10, said they were old enough. Well aside from the small gifts of Miller throughout the years, that "cool stick" he found in the garden, that noodle head didn't count.

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‎But then you doubled over, head snapping to his again with furrowed brows. Wait a minute..

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‎"How do you know my name?"

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‎"Anyone who's anyone has heard of the likes of you, milady. And, after all. A magician never reveals his ways."

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‎The Duke only smiled before he returned to entertaining, you walked away with a jumping Miller touching at the brooch "That's so cool! Maybe that costs thousands of lei"

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‎"Or maybe it's just an old cursed brooch" You grumbled before the scent of freshly made bread was caught in your nose, you grabbed Miller's hand and dragged him aside, giving him that knowing glare to "get serious."

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‎He nodded with knitted brows as his "serious look" hiding behind an alleyway, you both didn't find much joy in doing devious things, but such is life. And live you will.

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‎Luiza, the baker's name as said atop the store. She had a kind smile, perhaps ranging over late 30s and early 40s. When a customer had come up in front of the store to buy some loafs, there was your perfect distraction.

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‎Miller got out of the alley first, then you stepped right after, for a few minutes you both looked over the kind of breads available. More of what's easier to pocket, then you picked up a Romanian bread, a local delicacy.

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‎"Hello sweetheart, what can I do for you?" Luiza turned to Miller suspiciously but with a trained smile, who stopped in his movements, he was too jumpy for your liking, you both were amateurs of course, but by the Black God, he can atleast attempt to keep that hidden.

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‎"U-Uh.. Well-" Miller managed to stammer before his hood dropped, revealing his shocked face. You quickly pushed large loaves into his arms, taking some for yourself before you ran. Dragging him with you, while you heard the faint cry of Luiza.

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‎"Thieves! Those little rascals stole my bread!" Luiza announced and the villagers soon gave chase, much to your horror. Perhaps you haven't thought this through, who can think on an empty stomach?

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‎"A whole village is after us!" You groaned in panic as you struggled to keep up with Miller's quick feet, turning and running aimlessly, even almost toppling over logs.

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‎"Who could've thought?!" Miller said sarcastically as the turns have tabled and he dragged you along, you can hear the many angered footsteps of the hoard. To your absolute terror, an arrow was fired and landed on bark near your head, you let out a loud gasp and scrambled away as quickly as it was fired.

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‎"There they are! Mother Miranda said not to take kindly to thieves!" A man said, leading the crowd. The name was faintly familiar, perhaps from a book back at the orphanage that you used to scare Miller with.

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‎You both managed to hide behind a large rock. You thought for a second, or what seemed like an eternity, you had no choice if you want atleast one of you to survive.

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‎"We have to split up Mills. I-I'll serve as bait, hide your food and ration it, we'll meet up later. Somehow"

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‎The words came out with gritted teeth, you didn't want to part from your big brother, as he liked to call himself despite only being an hour older.

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‎"What?! That's crazy.. No I won't, what if something happens to-" You cut him off with a hand on his blabbering mouth as you heard footsteps again, you shoved the bread you stole, and reached into your pockets and put a winged key into his hands.

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‎"The gardener helped me, said there's a small abandoned warehouse east of the village. We'll meet there." You state, with no argument allowed and pushed him away, before standing up and spotting the group stalking.

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‎"We're over here, rats!" You screamed with a middle finger to their enraged faces before running the opposite direction of Miller, you didn't bother looking back knowing his expression would likely break you.

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‎"After them!" They hurried forwards, atleast you had succeeded as the distraction. You ventured through the thick dark forest, much denser than the one you had around the house.

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‎It felt as if you were working your legs for an hour already, exhausted and nearly breathless. You honestly didn't know if you would make it, note to the men getting closer than you would've liked.

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‎Then you saw it, a river. Your chance at survival perhaps. The current was fast and unforgiving, considering the time of day, the temperature would be freezing. All or nothing, right?

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‎You stopped at the river bank, looking back to see another arrow being fired and the others wielding handcrafted weapons, axes and knifes. All for stealing a bit of food.

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‎"Fuck it"

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‎A leap of faith, literally. Memories flashed before your eyes, of Miller, of Mother, or that worm Becka who was the mother's pet. That left a bad taste on your tongue. Besides everyone else, your brother is your only family.

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‎For him, you would live for a little longer.

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‎Jumped the river you did with a yell at the top of your lungs, landing on a large rock at the middle, the water was as cold as you initially thought, perhaps even more so. You trembled at the temperature and scraped your knees slightly at the rough rock, but swam away as quickly, grabbing onto anything to prevent the current from swallowing you whole.

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‎You had half a mind to just give in to the current as see where it takes you, but the stab of something sharp woke you from such thoughts. An arrow finally landing on your arm, you cried out as your blood painted the water.

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‎"Crazy witch!" An older man with graying hair said as you emerged from the water, you recognized him as the one giving you dirty looks back at the village. You soaked the grass beneath you as you were sent hateful glares. Yet they don't bother to cross the river as you did, it wasn't worth it.

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‎You had to physically crawl away before managing to get onto your shaking legs, running as with a victorious laugh but not as hastily. As if for a moment you can taste sweet victory.

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‎"Suck it! Hah!"

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‎Your laugh would've proven their accusation of being a witch by now. You tore through the new woods, the trees were taller in this area, and the small insects were squirming away from your heaving figure.

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‎Your glee was cut short from an unsuspecting rock. Tripping over it, you were sent rolling down another hill, you screamed on your way down. You thought you might've seen another crow perched on a branch on your way down watching amusedly, perhaps the same one from earlier, you couldn't tell. Hitting branches and bushes alike, before finally.

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‎You hit your head against a tree in your landing with a final yelp.

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‎All you can process was the heavy boots of footsteps. Then cackling, feminine, maniacal. The faint buzzing of flies, many of them, a hoard perhaps.

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‎There it was again, golden eyes. But now it wasn't a trick or the light, there were three pairs. Grinning down at you as if you were nothing but an insect in their sick game. Then the winding sound of metal piercing through flesh. Your flesh. Too weak to scream once more, your eyes closed.

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[zylphiacrowley]

Passing the time

vvv bonus :P vvv

I just wanted to get a closeup because I posed tongues for this.

[cosmickoshi]

The amount of people who genuinely believe that Hinata and Hoshiumi hate each other is so baffling to me because Hoshiumi literally says that he and Hinata will take on the whole world together.

Of course, this is not the only line that debunks the claim that their relationship is built on some degree of genuine animosity, but... this panel in particular sums up exactly what type of dynamic these two have. No, they don't hate each other or see each other as threats to their way to the top. The Kamomedai and Karasuno match entails Hoshiumi in particular realising that just because he and Hinata are both short players in a sport where being short is considered disadvantageous, does not mean that they're the same or that they have similar playing styles. Additionally, when Hinata finally embraces his role as "The Greatest Decoy" (thereby embracing his own distinct playing style), Hoshiumi acknowledges that the existence of one style does not negate the presence of another.

There's enough room on the court for both he and Hinata!!! There's enough room on the court for both of their playing styles to flourish!!! Hoshiumi doesn't really consider Hinata a rival because he isn't a hurdle he must overcome on his way to the top!!! They'll make it to the top together!!! They'll take on the whole world together!!! They'll continue to defy those odds alongside each other because there's enough space at the top for both "The Little Giant" and "The Greatest Decoy"!!!

[riddlesnap]

Got a day off tomorrow after tonight's shift! Might not be very active or talkative today though, had to deal with some bs in getting my phone number back as I hadn't made a call/text for a while so that was fun! Got it back without much trouble but you know, talking over the phone.

[shsl-hubris-guy]

hey this is the opposite of what I wanted from season 6, actually. Why do these writers hate me personally

[citizenerased77]

his hair. omg

i looked at this for a while before realizing there's a body behind him

[tethered-heartstrings]

how do you get story ideas? i love creative writing but i can never find ideas for what to write about. do the ideas just come to you? do you do anything to inspire you?

it is a bit of both. sometimes ideas just come to me, especially pwps. a scene pops into my head and then i build a bigger scene/story around it. usually like "wow that wound be hot if xyz..." and then figuring out how to make that happen. sometimes it is something vague that inspires me like "werewolves" and then my brain goes 100mph and thinks of things that could fit into that kind of story/idea. for my first long fic, i had an idea but nothing super specific, and as the story progressed, a big monumental scene would come to me and i would build up to and taper down from that moment, versus me thinking of all the steps in between first. a good chunk of that story was me writing as i go (not ideal for me personally)

the most specific thing that inspired me to write, which was the first time it has really happened, was seeing @hannibalhadalittlelamb's art from an ask prompt. and the best way i can describe it is i saw it and the story started to unravel in my head. i didn't have to "think" about it, my brain made pieced something together

what's helped me is anytime i get an idea, even if it is vague or silly, i write it down and add any details or scenes or ideas that could fit. they may not all make the final cut, but it helps my brain formulate an idea. once i have disjointed ideas, i "sketch" out a plot and make the ideas in a linear timeline.

i also have some mutuals i bounce an idea off of and see if it works, and then in explaining it to them the plot starts to "write itself" if that makes sense. the big idea organically branches itself out to smaller, more specific details

i struggle with creative writing, but writing for a fandom and having pre-established characters that i understand helps a lot. i just take those personalities and sometimes canon events and reshape them to fit a new situation. i never force an idea. if it comes to me, and the vague plot "writes itself", then that's awesome. but if i stare at a prompt and nothing comes to me, i just scratch that and move on. i chase the lightbulbs that turn on, but i won't bother with making the ones that are burned out work.

[celestial-moths]

Accidentally ate undercooked chicken. Should've done the 1 block vertical jump for the beef.