#and they all sound the same. they're all TA.

[jomnki]

only writing my oc in 2nd person perspective because thyme doesn't use any pronouns but "you, me, and various terms for lagomorphs"

[kabr0ztrousers]

Love your work, new fan but big fan, I have an Idea for a centaur x fem criminal story

Basically she has a bounty on her head and can't go through the city gates to escape, a centaur offers her a way out, but she has to be strapped to his underbelly while he wears a centaur sized robe/coat/whatever to get past the guards.

Also she has to take her armor off so theres no sound of chainmail to give them away, so she's totally nude under there, nothing between her bare pussy and the centaurs cock. Which was exactly what the centaur wanted all along ;3

Kabr0z Writes episode 51: Daring Escape

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: dubcon; noncon; size difference; belly-riding; creampie; implied impregnation; cum inflation

A/N: This one looks like fun! I always love a centaur being involved, especially when I can make them as downright unpleasant as Hellenic myth depicts them.

They're meanies.

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The job went near flawlessly. You broke into the castle, cased the joint, got to the war room and learned which routes the army would be travelling. Once the rebellion gets that, they'll have the King by the balls and finally turn the tide. One problem: they saw your face on the way out. Now you're here, in a stinking cistern, propping up a thieves' guild bar. A head full of priceless intel, that you can't risk getting out, only a dwindling handful of copper to your name, and no way out of the city gates.

You could try sneaking out over a wall, but the wards would stop that short. Maybe try sneaking into a grain carriage? You shook your head, no faster way to get a spear thrust through you. You motioned for another drink. You're dead if you stay, dead if you try to leave. You might as well be dead with a bellyful of whatever pigswill grog they serve here.

A man sat on the stool next to you and spoke "Ever heard of the Wizard Porthos?"

The sign, you knew the response "He rules over Doissetep"

The man nodded, and got up. A piece of parchment lay where he was sat. You palmed it, casually finished your drink and went to an alcove, looking like just another drunk going for a piss.

The light was horrible here, but the enchanted ink glowed ever so subtly: "Seek the hunter under the moon"

You had another round, then left the cistern. It was already night out, but this wasn't the moon you needed. Picking your way across the city you found it. The temple of Luna. Empty at this time of night but for a figure, shrouded in dark. You slid through the door, chainmail clinking gently as you padded in on soft-soled shoes. Your turn to speak this time. "Ever heard of the Wizard Porthos?"

The figure rose. A centaur, the shape of a bow slung across his broad back. "He rules over Doissetep"

You relaxed. Either this centaur was in the resistance, or the whole operation had huge problems

"I hear you need a hand getting out of the city? I'll help, but it won't be easy, or particularly dignified"

You nodded at the centaur. What could you do but hear him out?

"I have a sealskin, when the weather looks bad I wear it. It comes down to about my knees"

You could see where this was going "So you strap me to your belly, and we just walk out?" It was genius in its way. Centaurs hate passengers at the best of times, so checking underneath one's cloak for a fugitive just seems silly. Hopefully the guards would have the same thought process, and even if they didn't, you'd have a four hoofed companion to help run you out of danger.

"One snag though. I heard your armour when you walked in, that'll only be worse when you're under me. I can get it smuggled out separately, but it won't be on you."

"I didn't exactly bring a change of clothes" you weren't supposed to be in the city more than a couple of hours, so luggage wasn't a consideration, besides, travelling light made more sense in the wilderness.

"So you'll be naked. Suck it up, Buttercup. And get some sleep, you've got a big day tomorrow."

You couldn't afford not to take his offer. Laying down next to him, you got as much rest as you could.

It was raining the next morning, the cold predawn light seeping in through the windows. The man from the cistern was there, carrying several loops of rope, a hessian sack and a sealskin. Everything you'd need.

You started to strip. Months in the resistance had beaten any bashfulness out of you, and so you didn't mind the two men seeing your naked body. You could still feel their eyes on you, your boyish hips, slim waist, small tits, not to mention your long, muscular limbs. You glared at them as you stood in the chilly air, feeling your nipples harden in the cold as they started fastening ropes around the centaur's chestnut-furred torso

At last it was time for the finishing touches. You, then the sealskin to hide everything.

"Face up or down?" The cistern man looked over at you "I reckon down, it's a little less comfortable on the limbs, but you won't have a faceful of fur."

You nodded. You've never done this before, but if smuggling resistance members was these people's trade, they probably knew that they're about. Climbing under the centaur you allowed yourself to be tied into place.

The ropes were rough, and itched as they strung around you. Your arms were bound backwards, bent to follow the contours of the equine body, your legs open and lifted behind you, knees bent and ankles secured above. The rest of you was held on with loops of rope, keeping you tight to the centaur and taking some weight off your limbs.

Finally came the sealskin. It hid you entirely, padding disguising your silhouette and the skirts preventing you seeing anything but the flagstones below you.

You heard the cistern man say something to the centaur, but couldn't hear what. They both laughed then the centaur started to walk. He wasn't wrong about your armour. Even trussed up as tight as you were to the horse belly, you were being fiercely shaken. Chain would have been so noisy you might as well have given yourself up.

So you watched the cobbles pass below you. The sound of the rain echoing in your ears as it got heavier. At least you were staying dry under here.

You noticed something. Hanging down from between the centaur's back legs. You stifled a gasp to look at it, his huge semi-hard member dangling down. It swung to and fro with the movement of the trotting centaur, occasionally rearing up to be perilously close to your vulnerable crotch. You could smell it. The warm, tangy scent of his unsheathed member invading your nostrils, moistening your lower lips. It wasn't going down. It gathered length with every swing.

It swung up, pressing against your cunt. Again and again. It pressed hard against the entrance. You felt yourself moving, the centaur was shaking himself, shimmying you down. The expertly tied knots allowing you to slide towards his crotch, cinching tighter and stopping you going the other way. Little by little the flare of his cock was pressing harder and harder against your opening, the steady trickle of precum lubing your hole.

It went in. You stifled a yelp. Who knows what was around you, alerting a guard would be lethal.

Still, the shaking pressed you down. Inch by inch the cock pushing in, your cunt not having a choice but to accept it. You bit your tongue, desperate to stay silent as the cock twitched and pulsed in you. You could feel the flare on the end growing, pressing outwards inside you.

The centaur's chest tightened. His cock stiffened and his hips bucked. Hot liquid started flowing into you in waves. The flare held it in as your womb filled. He stayed hard. You could feel it stuck in you. The flare was receding, but the thickness of it let the cum inside.

You shuddered, the feeling of fullness was sending waves of pleasure up your body. The taste of blood filled your mouth as you bit down harder, cutting your tongue on your teeth, desperately trying not to moan.

Voices "Off out today, are we?"

"Hunting. I expect to be back before nightfall"

"Damn poor weather for it"

The cock pulsed in you again. You clenched your body against the urge to moan

"Best time for it. Scent doesn't travel as well in the rain"

"Very well. Wait here."

Another twitch of your cunt, another throb of that cock. Every time you moved, it moved. Every time it moved, your cunt clenched on it. You could feel your eager body trying to milk the huge cock inside you, even as you desperately tried to think of something, anything else.

You ran over the battle plans in your head. The cock throbbed, and you couldn't focus. You planned your travel once you got away. The centaur shuddered, and your thoughts became phallic. You tried to remember the faces of your family back home. Your cunt clenched. The flare surged outwards. Again, cum flowed into you. You felt your skin stretching. The cock plugging you stopped it flowing out. Your belly grew slightly, over-full of hot equine cum.

The centaur's orgasm passed, and the flare receded again. He still wasn't moving, waiting as the guards checked and double checked his papers.

You could feel your belly pushing, trying to force the excess cum out. It was going to start leaking out, if it pooled on the ground, the guards might check under the sealskin.

You didn't have a choice.

You clenched your jaw. Squeezing your cunt as tightly as you could, you rocked your hips. You could hear yourself starting to pant with exertion, you hoped the guards couldn't over the rain. You felt the cock throb and twitch in you, but it had already came twice. It was in danger of going soft, pulling out as it did. You couldn't let that happen.

You quickened your pace, rolling your hips up and down, clenching strategically. You fucked him hard, rubbing the engorged head of his cock against your cervix. His back hoof was clopping on the ground. You could feel his cock thicken. It was nearly there. The flare expanded again

"All in order, you can go"

The centaur staggered on. Steps as regular as he could manage while riding the cusp of pumping another load into you. The cobbles gave way to dirt path. You heard him grunt loudly above you.

He came less this time, but it was still enough to push your belly out further. You allowed yourself a moan, taking deep, racking breaths as the last of the centaur's cum was forced in.

On he walked, the cock softening and dropping out, followed by a jet of cum pouring from your cunt. It left a trail on the road behind you, a thick puddle on the already sodden ground

You made it to the rendezvous with the man from the cistern, who cut your ropes.

You fell to the muddy ground. Limbs tingling as feeling returned.

"She give you any trouble?"

"No" the centaur replied "she knew what was good for her, even got desperate enough for it to get me off all on her own"

They laughed as they walked off together. You lay there, oozing. Your kit was piled in the grass next to you, probably minus whatever money you had.

At least you got out

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As we approach the end of February and volume 1 of Kabr0z Writes, I remind you all that commissions are free and open, just be aware there is a queue, so it may be some time until you see your request.

Most people send requests anonymously, so do feel free to send as many as you like! (I'm also loving how many people are sending in requests for bad things to happen to the Chitinids. I'm so happy I've made villains people love to hate ♥️)

[the-mortuary-witch]

TYPES OF DEVOTIONAL ACTS

FOR LOVE / BEAUTY DEITIES: 

Skin care.

Do your makeup (or embrace your natural beauty).

Paint your nails.

Dress up a little.

Write love letters.

Masterbate.

Change your bed sheets/clean up your room/space.

Listen to love songs/songs about sex/loving yourself.

Having sex.

Read romance novels.

Play interactive romance novels/romance games (stardew valley, dream daddy, The Arcana, etc).

FOR WAR DEITIES: 

Listen to angry music.

Advocate for yourself.

Reinforce your boundaries.

Cut out the negative people in your life.

Feel your anger, recognize your anger, don't force it down, but don't lash out to others. "I am angry. This thing made me angry. It's okay that I am angry, it is not okay to cause harm to those who do not deserve it." Etc etc.

Read biographies or accounts of war, or dystopian novels (accounts of war like Night by Elie Weisel, dystopian like Divergent or Hunger Games).

Learn self defence.

Learn about how your area was used in past wars.

Play fighting games (call of duty, mortal combat, etc).

FOR MUSIC / ART DEITIES: 

Create! Learn an instrument, draw, etc.

Write a song.

Paint for them.

Listen to experimental or storytelling music. All music is art, so find a vibe for your deity.

Take pictures of nature, art is everywhere in nature, from the paintings on butterfly wings to the sunset.

Read/write poetry.

Read poetry books, or books about music or art (think biographies from musicians/artists, or books like Guitar Notes by Mary Amato or such) (guitar notes is a mid-grade book but it's the only one I could think of the name of).

Visit galleries or local shows, support local artists.

FOR WISDOM DEITIES: 

Read books, any type, but mostly classics like Sherlock Holmes or Jane Austen.

Watch documentaries.

Take free online courses on subjects that interest you.

Visit and support your local libraries and independently owned bookstores.

Find old unloved books at thrift stores.

Learn a new skill.

Listen to music from different time periods.

Visit museums.

Play strategy games (chess, supreme commander, etc).

Do puzzles.

FOR NATURE DEITIES: 

Raise a plant or a garden.

Listen to nature sounds, or music with nature sounds.

Observe nature persevering, vines crawling up a building, dandelions in cracks in the pavement.

Read wilderness guides.

Learn about your area's native flora and fauna.

Visit local parks.

Open windows and let the fresh air in.

Scavenge/forage (in safe areas).

Play cozy games (animal crossing in a good example).

FOR DEATH DEITIES: 

Visit local graveyards/cemeteries (don't forget to be mindful and conscious of others and the spirits there).

Listen to music by artists who have passed on, or music about death.

Learn about different cultures' funeral practices.

Safely move roadkill out of the road, leave a small offering if possible (again, do so SAFELY).

Read books that have death themes (like Edgar Allen Poe, Wuthering Heights, or They Both Die In The End).

Think about how you want your body to be treated in death. Do you want to be buried, cremated, donated to science?

FOR HOME / HEARTH DEITIES: 

Read cozy books.

Play cozy games (sims, animal crossing, etc).

Make your house seem warm and inviting to visitors.

Learn how to bake, either from scratch or a box, both are acceptable.

Learn how to sew or knit or crochet.

Watch cozy movies.

Light candles if you don't have a fireplace.

Listen to soft music.

Visit your friends or family and bring them baked goods.

FOR STRONG PARENTAL DEITIES:

Take care of your friends. 

Make sure your friends eat and are drinking water, do the same for yourself. 

Tell the people in your life you love them, you're proud of them, they're doing a good job. 

Read books about found family, self help books. 

Listen to music that makes you feel safe and loved. 

Carry a figure that represents them. 

Take care of yourself the way that they would take care of you.

Cook for yourself. Make yourself feel safe and loved.

FOR HEALTH DEITIES: 

Carry bandaids, Tylenol, and extra pads/tampons for people who may need them.

Learn about the human body and how it works.

Take your meds.

Make art out of old pill bottles for them.

Know and respect your limits.

Watch documentaries about doctors or health sciences.

Research holistic remedies and see if any might be of use to you (DO NOT SUBSTITUTE THEM FOR MODERN MEDICINE) be careful of misinformation, and any interactions that certain things might have with your meds.

FOR SEA / OCEAN/WATER DEITIES: 

Have a small fountain in your home (you can find them at some dollar stores, or if you're mechanically savvy, make your own).

Salts in your baths.

Visit local streams, creeks, rivers, or beaches.

Read about marine life/river life.

Read about your local water sources, learn about the water cycle.

Collect rain water.

Stand in the rain, feel it on you, let it ground you.

Listen to music about water/with water sounds/the ocean/the beach

Have pictures in your home/space of the ocean.

If you visit the ocean, collect some water and sand and seashells (make sure you follow your own personal gratitude system) to have in your home.

Don't fret if you're landlocked, your practice is valid, you don't need to be at the ocean all the time to feel it's presence. The rain clouds blow in from hundreds of miles away. The ocean is always with you.

Drink water.

Carry a small vial of water with you (could be ocean water, river water, or tap water with or without salt in it) you can keep it in your car, in your pocket, or wear it as a necklace, etc.

Carry a small vial of salt with you (could be hand harvested from the ocean, table salt, or any kind of off the shelf salt).

FOR SKY / WIND / AIR DEITIES: 

Let the air in, open windows when possible

Offerings of air, such as burning incense, smoking tobacco, or using essential oils.

Reading poetry, mythology, or other writings about the deity.

Let yourself be free.

Sit outside for a few minutes a day, or longer.

Playing wind instruments, like flutes or panpipes.

Making offerings of feathers, wings, or other things related to birds or mythical sky beings.

Participating in sky-related activities, such as skydiving, flying, or hot-air balloon rides, to feel closer to the sky deity.

Building or using a wind chime or wind sculpture to connect with the energies of the sky and the wind.

Engaging in outdoor activities like biking, sailing, or kite flying to appreciate the gift of air and sky.

Flying kites or sky lanterns. 

FOR TRAVELER DEITIES: 

Pick something up for them on your travels, could be a rock, could be a souvenir.

Put a symbol of them in your car.

Wear shoes that are good for walking.

Drive/walk around to explore new places (you don't even have to leave your town).

Take backroads.

Be a respectful tourist in every new place that you visit, don't be afraid of looking stupid.

FOR QUEER DEITIES:

Educate yourself on queer history.

Express yourself truthfully.

Listen to queer music.

Read queer books.

Embrace your identity.

Read queer poetry, like that of Sappho.

Keep yourself safe in spaces that are less open to identities.

Support local queer owned businesses or artists.

Queer art.

Love yourself and take care of yourself.

Go to drag shows.

Relish in the fact that queerness has been around since the very first civilizations.

[nerdygirlramblings]

Off to See the Wizard (6)

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Price watches you through dinner, noticing the tremor in your hand and how you won't meet his gaze. Every time Ghost moves or makes a sound, you flinch. Which tells him all he needs to know about how the man's confession went. He shouldn't be too surprised. He remembers how ham-handed Ghost's declarations were to Soap and Gaz and himself; the man loves hard but has no grace with it. Price is glad they'd decided to have Ghost and Soap share their feelings before Gaz, let that man run damage control at the end. He can see Soap's confession throwing you off more than you already are. He chuckles to himself. Learning about them tonight is going to send you spinning.

It's a risk, clearly, to push things this quickly. But they all decided you're what they want, and when each mission comes with such high stakes, none of them want to wait. Wishes and hopes have no place in their world, only actions.

Price suggests a quiet night in the barracks, a lull before the storm. Movies and popcorn. You say yes; he's sure you're planning to commandeer one of the recliners to avoid any awkward conversations with him or Ghost, which fits their plan perfectly.

Once at the barracks, John encourages everyone to change out of their gear before congregating in the rec room. "No need ta be in yer kits when we're all tryin-a unwind." The men head down the hallway towards their rooms, leaving you standing alone with John in the entryway. His gaze slides down your dress, and when his eyes meet yours, they're filled with an intoxicating combination of avarice and reverence. The blood is rushing in your ears as he says,"'At goes for you too, dove. Ya can get comfy if ya want," before he turns on his heels and heads down the dorm hallway as well.

You aren't sure what to make of what's happened with him or Simon. You don't know what you want, or rather, you want more than you should and don't know how to handle this obvious connection to them both. Thoughts swirling, you make your way down the hall to your room. You hear water on in the bathroom; they must be cleaning up from their day. Your mind tries to imagine the scene in the next room, but you hastily enter your room, closing the door with more force than necessary to remind yourself to keep those kinds of thoughts away.

You stress momentarily over what to wear and whether you should fix your hair and retouch your makeup. But clearly John and Simon felt something for you before they ever saw you like you did for all of them, so you change quickly into a pair of comfortable leggings and an old, worn, warm university sweatshirt. You leave your hair comfortable and take off what makeup you can with a wipe, not daring the bathroom when others are in there showering.

You figure living with the team means seeing them at their most vulnerable and letting them do the same with you.

Ready to unwind, you head to the rec room. You're happy to be the first one there because it means you can snag a recliner and avoid any further awkward interactions if John or Simon tried to sit with you, especially because they've both told you their feelings, and you don't want to get between them.

You wait, nervously, because this is much different from spending free time at the pub last night. You look around the room more, trying to calm your nerves. You wish you'd brought your phone or a book with you to distract you, but without them you are almost painfully aware of each man as he enters the room.

Simon comes in first, medical mask on instead of the balaclava, wearing a well-worn grey t-shirt that would be loose on practically any other frame but which still strains at the seams. His black sweatpants ride low on his hips and look touchably soft. His bare feet barely make a sound as he pads in and pops into the center of the couch to your right.

You turn to watch the doorway and feel his heated gaze on the side of your face. His stare is as intense as a sunburn. You're trying to politely ignore him because you have no idea what to say. You never gave him a definitive answer at dinner. There's only so long you can go before you'll be forced to tell him something, but until you figure out what that is...

Kyle comes in next, taking a seat on Simon's left. He's donned a white wife beater and dark basketball shorts, long lean limbs on full display. Simon's arm is stretched along the couch behind Kyle almost close enough for him to brush the hair at Kyle's nape. Kyle gives you a million-dollar smile, leaning his head back into Simon's hand. You watch the tension start melting out of both of them at the touch.

Soap follows shortly after, wearing an olive green tank top and matching sweats. He collapsed on Simon's other side, immediately curling his body against his lieutenant and tucking a big hand between Simon's thighs. You don't have time to be surprised before Simon curls an arm around Soap's shoulders and starts playing with his mohawk.

You have no idea what's going on here, but before you can question it or move to leave, John slips into the recliner across from you, remote in hand. He's dressed similarly to his men in a grey sweatshirt, grey cotton shorts, and stereotypical older man socks with loafers. You catch his eye and notice the challenge there as if daring you to say something. Instead he smirks and asks, "Everyone comfy?"

The men on the couch murmur their assent. You realize with a start this is common behavior. John didn't bat an eye about the state of his men, and Simon wasn't bothered by Soap's closeness. You have no idea what this means, especially after Simon's declaration. Was he playing you?

"Olright, dove?" John calls, startling you out of your thoughts. You nod numbly. You can even put your thoughts into words.

John starts something old, the actor one you recognize as having been popular years ago. He gets up as the scene opens and comes back a few minutes later with popcorn for everyone. You try to focus on the film, you really do, but it's hard to ignore how Kyle seems drawn to Simon's bulk or how Johnny keeps burrowing himself into both Simon and the couch or the knowing looks John keeps throwing you.

There's a closeness there that speaks to more than simply friendship, and as you're working all this out in your mind, Kyle stands and stretches, telling everyone he's heading to his bunk. You flick your eyes to the screen and realize you have no clue what's happening or how much more is left to the movie.

You surreptitiously watch as Kyle pats Simon's knee, muttering, "Night, Ghost." He walks to you, puts a heavy hand on your shoulder and murmurs, "Sleep well, doll, yeah?" He walks around behind the couch, ruffling Soap's hair as he passes, throwing a, "Night, Tav," at the Scot. He goes to walk behind John when the latter's hand shoots out and snags Kyle's wrist. John draws the younger man to him, and Kyle leans over as he approaches. John tilts his head up as Kyle puts a chaste kiss on John's lips.

You know you're starting but can't make yourself look away. It's both hot and heartbreaking because wasn't John hinting just this morning he wanted you?

John breaks the kiss and looks at you, eyebrow raised. Kyle follows John's gaze to you and smiles sleepily. You abruptly stand, drawing Simon's and Soap's attention, and practically sprint out the door.

You head for the safety of your room where you can try and fail to figure out what's going on.

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Distraction

Description: George did well in uni that was until he started to crush on a classmate.

"Fuck." George said as he crumpled the test he was just handed back. The TA just shrugged as she continued on handing them out.

It was only one person's fault (his own) and yet he wanted to blame you. His eyes shot down the rows of seats and landed on you.

You were smiling wide looking down at your same paper. He kissed his teeth, the tsk sound getting the attention of the guy sitting next to him.

"Yikes mate, maybe you need a tutor?" Malcolm suggested. George groaning before nodding warily. "Here, I usually meet with this girl. She helps a lot." Malcolm slid over a number before grabbing his bag and walking out.

Holding the piece of paper in his hands he wondered if he really needed tutoring or if he just needed to switch classes.

He was used to pretty girls, they're everywhere and yet you stuck out. Like a gold star among silver ones. You attracted his eye no matter where you sat.

When she whispered he heard it, when she smiled he felt it, and when their eyes met a string of electricity shot through him.

Once back in his dorm he hesitantly texted the number, he hadn't expected a response any time soon and yet was met with a fast one.

G 💬 Hi! Malcolm from Eng 112 gave me your number, you tutor right?

Y 💬 Yes! When are you free? We can meet to discuss what you need help in then coordinate meetings from there?

George thought for a moment, opening his calendar app he was met with a packed schedule.

G 💬 Today is my only free day till Saturday? We can meet at the cafe near the econ building?

Y 💬 See you in 10

George reapplied deodorant and put on a nicer flannel before heading out the door. Walking out he felt nerves but kept his cool.

The bell jingles as he opened it. Seeing the cafe had several open tables he ordered a latte and sat down.

Pulling out his phone he let the tutor know he was there.Taking a sip of the coffee the bell on the door jingled again, getting his attention.

Walking in all her glory was the girl from class. She had her headphones in and had changed her sweater. Pulling out her phone she tapped something.

A small vibration made George's head snap down, the tutor had liked his message. Watching as she ordered, got her coffee and texted him asking where he sat.

Her looking around he gave her a wave, she sat at the table across from him. Pulling out several papers.

"Okay, what's your name?" She asks as she clicks her pen, him clearing his throat.

"George, and you are?" He asked praying to every God in the sky that his voice doesn't crack. "Malcolm told me nothing about you." He chuckled at the end trying to sound casual.

"Oh! I'm Y/n. What are your grades like in class right now?" She asked beginning to write things down. He couldn't quite get a look.

"I think my average is around 45?" He confessed. Her nodding

"What sort of things are you struggling with?"

As the conversation continued it stayed professional, the two coordinating to meet every Saturday at eleven.

They started off well, George had needed a lot more help than he had expected. It was a humbling experience.

As his grades his feelings for Y/n did too. She was gorgeous from afar but up close? She stole his breath every time.

You both have so much in common, making eschother laugh and talking for hours on end. By the end of the semester you were attached at the hip.

After the final exam, which you both aced, he had asked you out to dinner. A nice place only twenty minutes from campus.

The candles were tall, the smells euphoric, and the portions tiny. The exact place where George knew he had to do it.

Y/n wore a blue dress that was making his mind do somersaults. His own outfit a clear step up from his usual sweats.

"I'm so glad you invited me out, it feels amazing to be done with those exams." Y/n spoke, her smile glowing bright.

"I invited you out for another reason." He blurted out. Her eyes widening before she nodded, urging him to go on. "I wanted to ask you to go on a date. A romantic one."

She rose an eyebrow. Him assuming the worst he began to think of his speech to back peddle.

"I thought this was a romantic date?" He blinked. "I honestly thought we went on a lot. We flirt like everyday."

Georges mind was blank. Everything he wanted to say had went poof and he was left confused and embarrassed.

"What?" She went on to explain how she wasn't even a tutor, and that Malcolm was her friend who wanted to set her up. All the study dates were more than just study dates.

"So you like me?" He asked earnestly. "Would you be my girlfriend?"

"Of course George." Her hand reached across the table. Holding onto his "I would love to."

[b-lossm]

•+*Charm*+•

Vi x fem!reader [modern]

synopsis: She'd really hate to admit it, but she put her pride on the line

based on After the first kiss hc :)

"Coming!!" you shout as you finish putting your accessories on "just calm down.. the only thing you gotta do is be yourself!! and not be a loser sapphic oh god--" you mumble as you flatten out your shirt, looking yourself in the mirror and then opening the door for your girlfriend "There she is" she smiles cheeseily and hands you a bouquet of peonies and lilies "I um.. I remember you mentioning they're your favorite so--" you can see her rubbing the back of her neck while fidgeting with her carabiner, her cheeks betraying her and flushing a soft shade of red "They're amazing Vi, thank you!" she then pulls out a.. vase..? "I- um.. I thought you'd need one but like that sounds stupid now.." her face flushes red and you cheekily kiss her cheek while putting the flowers in the vase "s' perfect.." her head is filled with your giggles 'FAWWWKK' she thinks, quickly snapping out of the trance you put her in and opening the door for you "To m' truck?" you take her hand in yours "Too your truck"

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When you eventually arrive at the record store you are just esthatic, its the kind of store that you see in movies,, and dreams, a place that you couldn't begin to describe even if you wanted to “Vi this is amazing..” you admire the atmosphere after she comes back from talking to some random worker "soo music girl... where too first?" she says while sneaking her hand into yours. You gladly lead her to the Indie section and grab Atlanta Millionaires club and Underdressed at the Symphony "you know Faye Webster..right?" you hear her nervous chuckles "umm yeah.. 'the day that I meant you I started dreaming' right..?" you smile as she sings a little part of her song "mhmmmm that's um.. on this album" you smile nervously and lead her to the pop section to get Charm and Immunity "you know Clairo?" “uhh.. yeah! who doesn't? she’s the one that made Bags right?” 'i forgot she liked this kind of stuff-- what if she thinks i'm stupid-' vi panics in her mind "hey um.. i know this cute little corner thing in this place, lets go"

Vi then takes your sweaty hand in her sweatier one and leads you to his cute little private room with a record player "ta daaa" her nervous chuckles fill your mind as you admire the atmosphere "ooh!" you giggle and excitedly sit in a bean bag next to the record player "What album first Vi?" "hmm how about...um... Charm?" you smile and play it "I really like it here,,thank you" she looks away and wipes a giddy smile off of her face "falling for me already hm sweet thing?" "sweet thing? i could get used to that.." you mumble softly as the song Terrapin plays, her sweet, raspy laugh fills your ears "you know you do shy away from others a lot" aw fuck she got me you think as you look away, finding a retort and looking back just to see her face inches from yours "jus' shut up" you blush "oh really?" she challenges, moving in while her eyes dart between your eyes and lips "mhmmm" you lean into her while closing your eyes slightly "is this okay?" she whispers, not wanting to ruin the moment but also not wanting to cross a line "yeah.." you whisper back as she space between you closes.

'she sounds so pretty' the pink haired girl in front of you thinks as you both hum harmoniously into the kiss. Eventually,,, you guys pull apart, breathlessly "soo umm......Juna" you smile awkwardly "this reminds me of you" you lean into her shoulder "i make you all feminine?" Vi whispers and fiddles with your hand "mhmm"

after your little interaction, and her buying you the same record you had your first kiss too, Vi drives you home, her sister making fun of her in her messages the whole way there.

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Hai guyz :P i mighttt finish my stuff idk finals is coming up and i got 2 study

sorry if its bad i forced myself to write this

[yutxsgf]

Reader meets the Bakugous

Cw; Fluff, established relationship, Aged up AU, Fem!Reader

"Baby, calm down, they're not all that bad." He lightly comforted, kissing the top of your head with a concerned frown as his thumb caressed your hip.

"But what if they don't like me?" You deeply frowned at the thought.

"They'll love ya, swear it." He whispered.

You hummed, still concerned, but wanting to get this over with already. It's better to deal with it than fret more than needed.

Katsuki put his large hand on the small of your back as he coaxed you closer to his home, where he lived before becoming a hero.

He glanced down at you when the both of you were directly in front of the door, rubbing his thumb against your waist instead.

"You ready, princess?"

You hesitated before taking one final shaky deep breath,

"Yeah."

"Katsuki!"

The both of you flinched at the loud, booming voice from within the house followed up by the sound of padded feet sprinting towards the door.

BAM

You stared dumbfoundedly at the Katsuki-looking woman, watching as the rabid look on her face quickly shifted to one of sharp yet fond.

She glanced back and forth between Katsuki and you, seeming to examine what was going on before an exaggerated gasp left her lips.

"Katsuki, is this your new little girlfriend??"

"Fiancée." He corrected, looking down at you with the same loving gaze you've learned to love.

The woman squealed before taking your arm and bringing you inside with haste, dragging you towards the living room couch.

Katsuki chuckled behind you before making his way after you after closing the door behind him.

"So, how has he been treating you? Has he ever yelled at you? What're your thoughts on having kids?"

She continued to bombard you with questions with an eager-ish face, cupping your hands in hers as she sat beside you.

Katsuki blinked before lightly scowling at his mother, followed up with a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Damn it, old hag, you're scarin' 'er."

"Quiet." She retorted, glaring over her shoulder at the large hero.

His eye twitched with annoyance before he glanced behind him at the sound of sniffling, looking slightly down to see his father looking proudly up at him.

"Dad." He said simply before enveloping him in a hug,

You and her watched this bondful moment unfold with a soft smile, the sharp features mostly disappearing as she practically melted at the sight.

"I've missed you, son."

"I've missed you both, too."

"Damn it, Katsuki! Just had ta burn the chicken cutlets, didn't you!?"

"Wasn't my fault, you old hag!"

"Hey, hey, let's all calm down now."

"Shut up!"

You watched in silence as the family bickered, gently fiddling with the utensils as you awkwardly stared.

You flinched when you heard a slap, gaping when you saw your Fiancée's head lightly bowed down.

"FUCK OFF."

"WATCH YOUR MOUTH!"

"Language everyone–"

You sigh, shaking your head before clicking your tongue and smiling lovingly once more.

Maybe they aren't all that bad afterall.

[thewertsearch]

Cal, get the fuck out of the frame. You're obliterating the vibe.

GG: ummmmmm hey guys i hope im not interrupting!!! TA: well, yeah, y0u kind 0f were […] AA: sollux try to be polite […] AA: jade is very nice and she did nothing wrong AA: none of them did so when you wake up maybe you should try to reconcile with them [...] TA: did Y0U? AA: did i what TA: be nice t0 them 0r whatever bef0re y0u expl0ded. AA: well no […] [Robo]AA: what actually happened after i died it sounds complicated

Not significantly moreso than your life was.

Although, this is additional evidence that Aradia had no idea she was going to resurrect on Derse. Even our most knowledgeable Player is less clued-in than she thinks.

GG: i have just been enjoying these little naps more and more lately! GG: each time i go to sleep i meet more new people and learn so much GG: but i still cant get karkat to take a nap, boy talk about a guy who is anti nap! TA: ahahahah, yeah, what a d0uche! GG: seeeeeriously!

A more pissed-off Jade meets a less pissed-off Sollux, and they're meeting in the middle for some Mage/Witch solidarity.

The guy's been free of his Voices for about two minutes, and he's already bonding with the humans he used to hate. Here for it!

GG: […] i should really thank feferi again for setting it up so we could meet like this! TA: wait, ff is here? […] TA: 0h g0d, why didn't that 0ccur t0 me, where is she?? GG: ummm probably in another bubble GG: but youll find her! maybe during your next nap… TA: well shit, why can't i just g0 glub ar0und 0ut there in the ring and find her n0w? […] AA: navigating between bubbles is difficult here AA: its better to drift between them naturally as they intersect AA: not spatially but through common points in memory

I'm starting to understand the mechanics here. You start out in a bubble simulating one of your memories, but you can move to adjacent bubbles if they're simulating the same scene, regardless of who is remembering it.

So, initially, you can only visit people that you share memories with - but after that, you can visit someone they share memories with, and so on. Eventually, you can visit anyone in the Ring, provided you're linked by some chain of memories.

It's easy to imagine how Jade arrived here. She wasn't originally present for this memory, but she has spoken to Aradia before, and probably joined her bubble while it was simulating one of their Pesterchum conversations. You don't get kicked out of a bubble when it changes, so Jade was able to stay after it morphed into Alternia. If she wanted to find someone she'd never met, such as Dad Egbert, she'd have to visit John's bubble as an intermediate.

Aradia's a special case, since she can circumvent normal bubble navigation by flying out of bounds - presumably because, unlike all her companions, she's here in the flesh.

AA: to navigate the furthest ring you need to have mastered the flow of time! AA: that is why i am here AA: i am alive again so i may assist the dead in this way

It's poetic, I think, that the ex-ghost is the one managing the affairs of the dead. I guess she knows how disorienting it is to be suddenly disembodied.

[thinemoonshine]

𓆰𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑔 ♡𓆪

cha hyun su x female reader genre: romance, angst , fluff (because hyun su is a cutie) type: series (but can be read as a oneshot) word count: 1,791

part 1 of series ◄◄ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ part 3 of series

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ synopsis: cha hyun su and (y/n) go on a mission together to find items requested by eunhyuk but then, meets an unexpected danger that threatens their life and death. monster hyun su makes a small appearance ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

"Hyun Su."

(y/n)'s call snaps the said other to whip his head to her- eyes widening and brows raise along with the makeshift spear in his hands. "Huh?"

"Let's check this room," she says and points to a door she then, swings open. Hyun Su follows her inside before taking the lead once they slip through the entrance.

They're now on a joint task to find a couple of things needed for the livelihood of the residents. Okay, well one of them was assigned on a mission and the other made the choice to tag along. Guess who's who?

Asking Eunhyuk wasn't option. Everybody knows how uptight and aloof he can be- for good reason of course but, that's exactly why (y/n) had to go behind his back. She went ahead and stalked Hyun Su like a tail the moment Eunhyuk left after giving him a rundown of his objectives for the day.

"You shouldn't have come," Hyun Su quietly expresses his disagreement to her decision but (y/n) just shrugs and scans the room for valuables.

Contrasting Eunhyuk's constant character however, Cha Hyun Su had changed little by little. He's more vocal regarding his feelings now compared to before and he's less solemn. He's also less hesitant to reach out to (y/n) when it comes to asking for comfort although, it rarely happens. Still, there a lot of things he keeps silent about such as when he was zoning out before; what thoughts were he thinking, he won't say. All those time (y/n) used to accompany him in the quarantine room bore fruit.

"Ooh! Batteries," she alerts with subtle excitement and points to a torn 4-pack battery set peeking out from under a shattered mirror. She reaches out to grab it but is intervened by Hyun Su who quickly picks it up.

"...You'll get cut," is all he mumbles while stuffing the batteries into his backpack. A small smile stretches on (y/n)'s face at his attentiveness towards her. "These are my tasks."

Her smile widens at his proclamation that indirectly means for her to just do nothing. The search continues.

"So, duct tape's the last one. Where can we find that?" (y/n) wonders aloud after they found the rest of the items in the list. She's responded with a tug on her sleeve to which she reacts with letting Hyun Su drag her away gently to the upper level and in front of a door. "Janitor room?"

Hyun Su nods and quickly pulls his hand away from her shirt- afraid he'll get greedy for her hand if he were to hold longer. "I once saw the janitor tape the hinges of the electric box together before the electricians came. I think, he should have one. Hopefully."

The words he speaks sound incoherent to (y/n)- the letters blurred and jumbled in her head as his rapid action of pulling away causes a slight undesirable tug in her heart. But she manages to brush it off and reach for the doorknob.

Yet once again, being interrupted by her knight in shining armor who sneakily slips to the front and opens the door. He walks in to search for the tape and lets (y/n) to just stand and watch. He mimics a cat when his face snaps towards the tape with large eyes sparkling with quiet glee.

"Here's the ta—" His sentence is cut after he takes the object and turn to (y/n) whose hair gently flutters to the side from a breeze. His brows furrow and (y/n) shares the same reaction.

She turns her face to the direction of the source and lips part in shock at the sight of a broken window. "Hyun Su, that window's broken. Something must've got in."

"What?" Hyun Su blurts and throws the tape in his bag before rushing out to shield her. His eyes then darts to the camera before belatedly realizing that the CCTV on the floor had broken down. This meant that whatever it is that happened here, Eunhyuk would be unaware of. No one will know if anything is to happen to them here. If anything happens to (y/n).

Dread fills him as panic ensues like a sprout rapidly growing its stems and roots to every end of his figure- a siren blaring in his head and heart pounding faster than ever. "(y/n), we have to go."

A faint whimper follows.

He frowns, confused by her lack of response despite feeling her standing behind him. So he turns- and the sight is enough to shatter him whole.

A monster with what seems like the deformed head of a spider and a twisted figure of a sea creature with debris and broken glass sticking out of its back had coiled its tentacles around (y/n) who's frozen with fright. Her eyes are wide with horror as she stays still- trying her best not to agitate the monster who only captured her soundlessly yet have done nothing after.

In fact, it's now staring at Hyun Su with its 8 black protruding eyes that look like they'll pop any second- all blinking in different times which rises goosebumps in their skin.

But Hyun Su's much too terrified at the possibility of losing (y/n) that he sees nothing but a target to kill.

SLOSH!

He stabs his spear into one of its eye, causing it to explode and inadvertently loosen its grip on (y/n) who quickly limps to the ground.

"(Y/N)!" Hyun Su shouts and pulls her up before dashing through the halls with her almost floating behind him. "In here!"

He slips into a room and shuts the door before falling to his knees to be eye-level with her who's desperately trying to catch her breath. The monster's tentacle had suffocated her, turning her skin and lips a shade of blue. Her head's spinning from the lack of air.

"(y/n)! (y/n), are you okay?" Hyun Su asks frantically as he constantly brushes her hair away from her face as she holds her head in his hands. His gaze heavy with concern scans her but is interrupted by a large growl, followed by a slam near their door. "...It's going to find us."

(y/n) sees nothing but colours and shapes and suddenly finds herself in an enclosed space before seeing Hyun Su's face near hers.

His lips form words. He's saying something. But (y/n) can't hear them. She's having trouble keeping her eyes open as her chest heaves for air. Seeing her dazed state, Hyun Su then forms a small smile, a smile that doesn't reach his eyes but for some reason, it reaches so deep into her chest. It... stings.

His shadow then swallows her when he bends down slightly- letting their foreheads touch for just a few seconds long before he hesitantly pulls away.

The light then disappears around her as the closet doors are closed by Hyun Su who leaves a gap big enough for air but not enough to replenish hers completely.

And so, she faints.

She awakes with a gasp and she quickly shoves the doors open- tumbling forward as a result but feels something minimally soft cushioning her.

Hyun Su's backpack.

Panic overtakes as she recalls the mangled monster and the life threatening situation she experienced. And yet, it's now strangely quiet and... Hyun Su is nowhere to be seen.

"Hyun Su," she mutters and rushes out the room with the bag only to gasp at the large volume of blood smeared on the floors and walls- but what scared her the most is the bloody handprints scattered around the windows which eventually increased on the layers of duct tape used to cover the crack they saw before. "He covered this. He's alive! Hyun Su!"

It's as if she's a madman- running around the hallways in search of him and completely disregarding the fact that there could be another monster. It's unlikely, anyways, or else they would've came out before.

"Hyun Su! CHA HYUN SU!" She shrieks and drifts to a stop in front of the janitor room where the door is open by ajar. She's scared to swing it open wider. What if what she sees is worse than a 'missing' Hyun Su? What if... he's not just gone?

But relief settles in the moment she sees him collapsed on the ground, breathing and alive- although, battered and bruised.

"Cha Hyun Su," (y/n) sobs and pulls him into her arms. He stirs.

He pants onto her back as she lays his head on her shoulder. "...(y/n)? Why are you h-here?"

"For you," she answers without pause and she feels him flinch.

"I told you to not come for me... If I don't come back, don't search for me," he strains his voice and (y/n) pushes him up- tightly holding his cheeks against her palms with a glare.

"Stop being sappy and just rest up, will you?" She scolds and Hyun Su's eyes flicker between her angry ones- feeling a thump in his chest and question marks seem to appear on his head. "Now, shush."

She pulls him back down to her shoulder and hugs him tightly in hopes to hide the tremble of her arms and the tears that brim her eyes. Acting tough seems to work, thankfully.

No, it doesn't. Not at all.

And yet, as selfish as it sounds and as much as he wants to hit himself for it, Hyun Su feels... grateful that she's so deeply affected by him. That she's moved by him. His lips stretch to a grin as he nuzzles further into her shoulder- shuffling to the crook of her neck to feel the warmth of her skin.

"...If you try to sacrifice yourself for me again, you better stay alive," she suddenly says.

"Alri—"

"So I can kill you personally."

"Oh..."

Despite her death threat, the joyful miens they each wear show their heartfelt feelings for one another.

'I'd like to see her try,' a voice that's eerily similar to Hyun Su's chuckles in his head and his smile drops- eyes turning completely black before they fade just as quickly.

'Shut up,' Hyun Su snaps back in his head and wraps his arms around (y/n)'s waist- unintentionally leaning towards her for security and comfort which causes a blush to creep on her cheeks.

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[cyborgartalchemist2]

Imagine being so fucking aggressive about a ship you make jokes about Magneto and that very groomer scene from X-Men 97 that just... excuse the behavior? Because that doesn't sound very progressive in my opinion. Like yeah... rape culture in relationships just permeats fucking shipping but lets do nothing to argue against it. Lets make jokes that perpetuate the behavior and excuse men taking advantage of women.

To me having Magneto take advantage of a much younger mutant under his tutelage because she's desperate for physical connection and he's the only one she can touch is meant to showcase A) how Gambit contrasts Magneto and B) remind us that Magneto is never above using mutants for his own gains.

If this were reality most people would be calling Magneto a groomer and worse. We know Rogue was still a teen when Mystique took her in. We know that she's been an X-man for a few years. So Magneto was patient enough to wait until she turned 18?

Historically he hasn't done well with his love life. Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver's mom left him without telling him he fathered children because she was scared of him! (I'm only going on TAS and 97 here since this is an adaptation.) So where in the high heavens does everyome think he would be good for Rogue?

I don't care about the 'better than Remy' arguments because that's not the point! The point of who you ship Rogue with should be about if it's a relationship that is good for her! Is she their equal? Does she get treated with respect? Magneto looked at the Genosha council and without asking Rogue said "I'll lead but only if this woman I am trying to get back is my queen". LIKE DOES THAT EVEN SOUND MATURE? Magneto shows up, sees Gambit and Rogue being even mildly affectionate and starts pulling asshole moves on Rogue. And the narrative did nothing to make Rogue stand up for herself (which she would have) she should have told Erik "I'm a big girl I can get my own sugar for my coffee." She is shown numerous times to remind everyone she is no one's 'territory'.

Also wish to address the fact that making Rogue x Magneto comes with a 'sex is the only thing that matters!' Flavor that is exactly what so many of us are tired of in shipping. When did shipping stop being about the drama of a couple fighting against a narrative that pushes them apart or about finding love in the most unconventional of places, like alien hunting? And become solely about how nasty they can fuck? Seriously?

AND it's so blandly hetero it's not even funny. Because honestly the ways in which a couple can experience pleasure that don't involve traditional p in v penetration is vast and wild and there are enough types of gear and costumes and the like to facilitate that between Rogue and Gambit. Because that's all the argument has to stand on, is which man can fulfill her sexual needs. WHICH SHE HERSELF REALIZED WASN'T ENOUGH. She kisses Erik and goes "nope they're ain't any sparks there. This isn't going to be fulfilling ever."

Not to mention the fact that I can't genuinely see Magneto offering to die for Rogue. Sorry that grandstanding in Genosha was not the same. It was barely a heroic move... he still didn't save the Morlocks he promised to protect... he still failed. He couldn't save Leech and he couldn't stop the Sentinel either. Because yeah Magneto attempted to save Rogue and Gambit, but he did nothing to save the Morlocks at his side and he also survived without taking out the giant killer robot... but Gambit? Gambit said fuck it, gonna take this motherfucker to hell with me. He stopped Rogue from facing the sentinel so he could. And he actually stopped it. All on his own. Because that's what an x-man would do. Sure Magneto protectdd two people but sacrificed the morlocks yet again...

AND ON THE SUBJECT OF ROGUE x GAMBIT

Has Gambit always been great with Rogue? No, but that was the 90s and now look at how he handles shit? Comics writing has grown. It was a lot more heternormative and still had lots of rape culture hold overs in it.

Look at the episode when Cody shows up. He uses Rogue's connection to him from the past and then puts her in a situation that almost takes away her humanity. Her powers, which was what lured her into this trap in the first place, saved her from a man taking advantage of her. And the one time Gambit (in TAS) takes advantage of her, Morph in her form, told him to come and get some from her first. (So while he should have paused and woke Rogue up before kissing her, he had what he thought was an invitation.)

Gambit takes Rogue's decision to rule Genosha with Magneto incredibly well. He doesn't get mad, he doesn't call Rogue names, he doesn't do anyhting to hurt Rogue the way she is hurting him. He accepts it like a gentleman. Unlike Magneto who pursued Rogue's affections in unhealthy ways.

So uh... yeah that's my fucking rant.

[themsmeep]

Fanfic Ideas I'll Never Get Around To #47:

Akira didn't mean to schedule a porn viewing with the Detective Prince. It just kind of happened.

- - -

"So, this is my room," Akira says, spreading his arms like a game show host introducing the grand prize. "Ta-da!"

He's immediately swamped with embarrassment. It's not much of a room to show off and Akechi probably thinks he's an idiot for waving his arms around. He drops them to his sides, but that feels unnatural. Should he cross his arms? Put his hands on his hips? What does he usually do with his hands? His mind is blank.

Frantic with the knowledge that he looks like a malfunctioning robot, Akira drapes one arm over the back of his desk chair and leaves the other one hanging. Akechi, having noticed none of this, peers at the trinkets on his shelves.

"What an interesting collection. Is there a common thread?"

"Just that they're all gifts from my friends. They tend to give me stuff when we go somewhere special together."

A strange look flashes across Akechi's face, there and gone. Fresh panic seizes Akira. Did that sound boastful? For reasons he can't fully explain, he wants to impress Akechi. Sounding cocky about his attic and his friends is not going to cut it.

"Uh, lately we've mostly been watching movies," he says, drawing Akechi's attention to his ancient TV. "The picture isn't great, but you can see all the important bits."

"Yes, I imagine you'd want to see all the...bits."

"Ha, yeah. Are you a movie buff?"

"Not quite the same way you are."

There's something weird about his tone. Does he think Akira has bad taste in movies? Akira glances over the stack of DVDs and his heart leaps into his throat. "SHRINE SLUTS II" reads the case on top, and the blurb promises, "More shrines! More sluts! More sacrelige!"

Ah fuck. And the hell of it is, this isn't even Akira's porn. Yusuke brought it over yesterday and insisted they watch it for the "extremely aesthetic" shots of Hie Shrine. He chattered happily about the stately buildings in the background while large-chested shrine maidens did unmaidenly things in the foreground. There is no way to explain that to Akechi without sounding like a madman.

"Uh, well, you see," Akira begins, not sure where he's going with this, "even lowbrow movies like that can have redeeming cinematic value. This one has, uh, mise en scène."

"Oh?"

"Yes. The mise en scène is exquisite. 10 out of 10. Totally makes up for the lack of plot."

"How remarkable."

Akechi looks skeptical, but Akira's pretty sure he can swing this. He read an article about filmmaking the other day, plus he has the power of bullshit on his side.

"Yeah, it's amazing. Every scene is completely balanced, all the elements working together in harmony. The composition of each shot is perfect."

"Fascinating. Perhaps I should watch sometime."

"You really should. I'd lend it to you, but this is my friend's DVD."

"In that case, why not watch it now?"

"What?"

"Your friend can hardly object to you watching it once more before returning it. And this way you can explain the wonders of the composition."

"Sure, we can do that," Akira says weakly. Inside, he screams.

[storkmuffin]

Hiii! I have a question for you. What are your favourite ateez lyrics that you think sound better in korean? I mean either those that don't translate well to english or those that, for some reason, just don't hit the same way in another language. I'm asking this because I'm a native spanish speaker and sometimes I try to translate a song into english to show my friends and it's just not the same, so I suppose the same happens with korean lyrics.

Also, I found some videos in youtube by Learn Korean with GO! Billy Korean in which he analyses the way each member of ateez talks (intonation, speed, filler words...) and I just found the videos so interesting I want to share them!!

OK so your question assumes I've listened to or read the English translations of the songs, and I am sorry to say that I have not.

I assume that all of 멋-흥 (The Real) is vastly incomprehensible to people who are not native Korean speakers or fluent enough in order to distinguish regional dialects and know a LOT of Korean idioms. I really like this song, because it tickles my Korean-English bilingual brain, but the WHOLE THING is untranslatable because it's about using Korean regional dialects.

선도부 (The Leaders) is another one that I am wondering how they translated and how anyone can understand it or get the full flavor of it if they're not actually Korean nationals raised in Korean culture.

Many of the lines I think lose something in the English version, when they make one, and I assume the same happens in subtitles (is that what they have for the songs??). I'll give you examples! From here on out I am assuming you can read 한글.

In Ice on my Teeth as an example, Mingi has a line;

무거워 툭 떨어지는 make it rain

The english version has it as

Drip too hard, make me wanna go reckless.

툭! is phonetic onomatopoeia for the sound something big and heavy makes when it falls on a hard surface (tuk!) so Mingi says in the OG Korean that the Rollie on his wrist and the diamond (ice) around his neck are so heavy that they fall with a thump (and then in the music video the ceiling actually falls down onto the desk he's sitting at). Not captured in the English.

Hongjoong comes in immediately after Mingi's part with a pun:'

어머나 몸에 감기네 에취

에취 is achoo. 어머나 is oh dear. 몸에 감기네 can be a pun - I'm catching a cold in my body but it can also mean Ropes of Diamonds are Wrapping around my Body and the ice is so cold it's making me sneeze, achoo because 감기 (Gamgi - a cold) and 감기다 (gam-gi-da - verb for to wrap) use the same sounds.

None of this happens in the official english version.

Man on Fire has really fun wordplay and sound play and punning that involves the sound ta or tae or tam. There's all these TA and TAE and TAM sounds throughout, right?

태워 다 감당해 오직, I desire./ 너라는 붉은 태양 매일 잃어가지 이성의 초점/ 태양을 탐한 죄악/ ... 너라는 태양을 삼켜 타오르게/ .. 타올라도 (타버린데도) / ... 타오르는 홍채

There's the sun (태양 tae-yang), to burn (the infinitive is 타다 -ta-da) and then variations on the word to burn- 태워 (tae-woh - imperative form so it's burn it), 타오르게 (ta orugae - in order to burn it up), 타올라도 (ta olla do - even if I burn) 타버린데도 (ta boh rin dae do - even if they say I will burn), 타오르는 (currently burning up) and to desire/ covet 탐하다 (tam-hada)).

The you in the song is the Sun, gonna burn the man on fire, but since they're also Ateez, they're going to covet/ lust after/ desire the sun and then also swallow it in order to burn up even faster. The English lyrics around the Korean song about how the man on fire set himself on fire by swallowing the fucking sun and how the beloved is a burning red sun in Korean talks about 'walking into' flames for you. I feel like that's so much milder.

And then there's this line in that same song

'이성으로 닿을때 T 안내고 F 해

which is just such a Hong Joong clever pun, but explaining it in full probably requires SO MUCH explanation. Like the whole T/F thing and how that's become a form of social descriptor in Korea such that 'doing T or F orientation' has now become a verb. T 안내고 is a pun on 티 안내고 - T would be being Thinking rather than Feeling, 티 안내고 which is what it sounds like at first until he says the F 해 means hide-your-reaction, be-placid-on-the-surface which is something Koreans are supposed to all do to be polite.

And one last example - in I'm the One, the Korean 이건 무슨일이야? is translated in the English version as What is Going On Right Now? which is literally correct but doesn't capture the whole sense of like, I don't quite know what's going on but I know enough to disapprove and trust that I'm going to do something to fix it to my liking before I'm done mood of the way San sings the Korean lyric.

EDITED TO ADD: 이성으로 IS ALSO A PUN. 이성 can mean rationality (so it ties in with the MBTI 'T' reference) but 이성으로 닿을때 can also mean, in the most roundabout way, touching as man and woman (이성 is heterosex or other-gender and 닿을때 means touching/ coming into contact). So this is also a pun about, when we touch as man and woman I will give into the feeling without appearing to.

Oh and F 해 could also be F(uck)해 too I guess lol

Does any of this make any sense whatsoever? It's so hard to explain lol. But yes - MUCH IS LOST in the translation. So I hope everyone takes the opportunity to learn Korean. Ours is a really fun and funny language!

The Go Billy Korean videos are really fun. Are they actually helpful to people in attempts to learn Korean?? How do they seem to people who don't speak the language at all beyond knowing how to sing along to song lyrics?

[edgybutnotveryedgy]

ok, so I've been rewatching everything that has been released in order, and I have many thoughts on that, but for now we'll focus on el toro de piedra.

so first of all this bastard

undoubtedly this is Chrysalis. Previously I had my doubts that there was multiple people behind the persona of Chrysalis, but now I'm certain there must be. Not that Lila cannot look this snazzy, but I'm certain this is a guy. They have a very masculine build from the little we see. There was also the person in Sublimation who also seemed to have a more masculine build.

Initially I had my doubts, because the clothes are kinda baggy, so an argument could be made that this is just Lila wearing baggy clothes. I also thought that the clothes remind me of Aglea's clothes, and I am certain (especially after watching the episodes in their release order) that Aglea is Lila's new disguise. It fits her MO in that she is someone who everyone wants to protect, and she interjects herself into the group right when is most convenient, but also she is hardly seen otherwise. Biggest difference is that she realizes now that she can't reveal herself so she's not trying to provoke Marinette, as well as she's not going crazy with the lies.

Initially I thought that her jacket looked very similar to the one in the previous image, so I assumed that perhaps they were the same, but now I'm not so sure. (especially considering the person in the previous image is wearing blue jeans, and Aglea is wearing dark greyish purple tights.)

I want to propose the possibility that the person seen in El Toro de Piedra and Sublimation is perhaps this bastard

Ray.

I don't have much of a reason to suspect him beyond vibes and his fabulous hair. idk. maybe i'm just wrong but i want to be right because it would be so funny.

I also kinda suspect him because his voice kinda sounds like the masculine voice that speaks at the same time as Lila's voice. I may be completely wrong about this, especially because the second voice i'm not even sure if it is fully masculine? in english it sounds slightly androgynous but in french and Portuguese it sounds masculine. I really have no idea.

moving on, I loved the song, and I loved the parallels between Adrien, Ivan and Julika, with how they each have their own issues with their respective fathers. Julika just learning who her father is less then a year ago, Ivan refusing to become his father, and Adrien not knowing who his father really was. Each of them feeling like they have to live up to their fathers expectations, and the dramatic irony that Marinette is hiding the letter from Gabriel so Adrien never know what his father's expectations really were of him. Especially with the ending of how we learn that Nathalie also has a father who has high expectations of her, and the question being if she will live up to those expectations or if she'll follow what Ivan did and stand against him and do what is right.

small aside, this season really seems to be laying it on hard with the father stuff. showing what a good father is (Sabrina's dad), and what a bad father is (Ivan's dad) etc, and how that effects the characters. I can't help but wonder if TA has some sort of daddy issues he's working out through fiction writing? jkjk, but I do think it is an interesting theme.

on another note,

this was severely disappointing. Like you can hardly tell they're kissing! what the heck? are you scared of the censor's in other countries or something? what happened to that courage at the end of season 5? i know i should be happy because this is the first time my miraculous otp had an on screen kiss, but this was very disappointing and i'm kinda mad about it. LET THE GIRLS KISS YOU COWARDS!

anyways, then there's this

so we know the diamond was gabriel, "the machine" is undoubtedly Tomoe Tsurugi since she's going on about the new world blah blah blah, and we know the wheat is Monsieur Sancoeur. I'm curious about who the other's are. i bet that Audrey is one of them, not sure who she is though. I'm also starting to wonder if the people who were saying there was a bunch of rich people making designer babies was right. I do not think that chloe would have been a senti, but maybe zoe? especially since we still don't know who her father is, much like Kagami.

much to think about.

[ilikekidsshows]

ml dragging on forever and ta's intent to keep it going for as long as possible (if im remembering that correctly, sounds like something he'd say) means the show is going to keep highlighting the writing failures. years into the future and no progress? marinette's a shitty ladybug despite all the hype she gets from her yes men (who might be just as trapped as alix tbh considering that if she needs all 18+ heroes, they can't leave paris until they get the butterfly, which sounds like it's gonna be never). the butterfly won't be used for heroism in the main continuity. the idea of lila as the butterfly in the future sucks because she's always been such a nobody character. she's still a nobody character even now as the new big bad. if it's a different butterfly villain it means marinette failed to get it back again which further shows she sucks as a hero. there's nothing they can do that can make any of it good without making some other part of the story worse.

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Remember how the London Special had lines that were basically the writers bragging about how good they are at keeping their formula interesting and how it just requires them to change things up every once in a while? If that's true, then why is Marinette still doing the same stupid things, just escalated? All that's changed is that the circumstances around her have actually lowered the stakes.

They're basically escalating the wrong things. Marinette has gone from sabotaging a game show to hurt Kagami's chances with Adrien and breaking into her phone to check if she's been in contact with Adrien to following Adrien's new friend around, faking an Akumatization to avoid facing consequences for that and (unintentionally) breaking said girl’s prosthetics as a result of that. Yet, the stakes motivating Marinette have fallen so low they are nonexistent. Adrien is no longer the crush she feels she has little chance with, he has become her insanely doting boyfriend. Anyone thinking he’d dump her just because of Sublime is the actual joke of the episode instead of the cringe comedy that got stale five years ago.

Similarly, the new Butterfly is supposed to be bigger and badder because of how mysterious “they” are, but they’ve already shown us it's Lila, so the audience is aware that the heroes are treating a teenaged girl with limited resources as a bigger threat than the fully grown rich man all the while they have a whole team of superpowered allies. We're once again at the point that made the audience think Gabriel getting the Miraculous in the S4 finale was a good thing: the heroes have so much manpower, magical power and resources that them not winning instantly every time just makes them look incompetent at utilizing it all, which is a bad thing when your protagonist’s claim to fame is her superior planning ability.

Considering how the show has “progressed” so far, I can hardly wait for season 10 where Manon is the new Butterfly holder and Marinette has a whole two Miracle Boxes’ worth of Miraculous to combat this unbeatable toddler with. And she'll still be making even less progress than she is now.

I can just see the average episode now. Adrien makes a new friend, who happens to be, wait for it, a super competent girl, and Marinette feels insecure in her relationship with Adrien, despite them being engaged. In her jealousy, I mean, concern over making sure this girl isn't a spy for the new Butterfly, Marinette ends up poisoning her on purpose, but only because she thought she was evil! And the girl survives and thinks the poisoned cookies tasted great and asks Marinette for the recipe!

Also, Adrien proposed with his Amok but the fans insist it's totally okay because the writers said on twitter that you can't give unintentional commands with the Amoks and Marinette can be trusted to not give them on purpose. They all ignore how there’s also an episode where they introduce a new family member for Adrien who’s manipulating him and, instead of talking about it with Adrien, because having that kind of conversation is so uncomfortable, Marinette orders him to “stand up for himself” or other such rot, and the stans insist this total disregard of Adrien as a thinking, feeling human being is okay because it was to help Adrien and besides, it wasn't a real command because the episode left it unclear if Marinette used the ring or not.

I know what I'm risking by typing this all out, because this show has a track record of doing the exact thing I describe as the worst-case-scenario, but, maybe, in another ten years, when season 10 is actually airing, we’ll be able to laugh at how stupidly, predictably awful this show is.

[corrodedcoffins-blog]

OK BUT SPENCER'S AND BAU TEAM REACTION TO TTPD????

spencer reid x famous!reader

warnings: miscarriage (will put a warning before and after), im basing most of the mention/emotions of miscarriages with my experience with my sister who has gone through a couple while she was trying for a baby as well as research i did, mention of weed

note: this has taken a while to write cause i wanted to interpret the songs on my own time before applying then to the au, so i hope it was worth the wait!

this quickly became my analysis of the songs (in the context of the au) rather than the bau's reactions

feel free to send a message to my inbox about what you think their reactions would be/fav songs i love hearing about that stuff from y'all 🩷

Fortnight (ft. Post Malone)

I don't picture this song to be about Spencer. I see it as more fictional in the way folklore and evermore were more fictional inspired by different things that have happened in her life. Also I feel like Emily likes Post Malone so she was excited for this song, and Penny love the ai fortnight but love the real fortnight better.

Spencer is always worried when a sadder song comes out that it's about him, but reader always reassures him that it's not and that she loves him.

The Tortured Poets Department

THIS SONG IS SO SPENCER REID CODED. "you're in self-sabotage mode" !!!!

I feel like this is Rossi's fav off the album 🤷‍♀️

I said this in an ask a while ago but sometime in 2020, maybe 2021, they had a sort of break and this song was written during that time for sure.

"but you told Penny you'd kill if I ever leave, and I said that to Jack about you so I felt seen, everyone we know why it's meant to be, cause we're... crazy" I feel like this line really explains the break they were on. Like they were so co-dependant and loved each other so much that it was the problem. Everyone knows they're meant for each other but they still get in their own way, Spencer with not wanting to get married when reader did, and reader not wanting Spencer to spend so much time with work. And they just weren't thinking of the same things at that time.

My Boy Only Breaks His Favourite Toys

"He saw forever so he smashed it up" reminds me of "i wouldn't marry me either" but in 'you're losing me' she's blaming herself for the break whereas in this song she realized that it was Spencer and his commitment issues. Which always makes me think of the line "I'll tell you that he runs because he loves me" which can be seen as a really sad line but I think in this instance it's that she wants to accept him for all his faults, he's going to run sometimes when he gets scared but he always comes back, and they're working on that.

"Once i fix me, he's gonna mix me" reminds me very much like 'you're losing me'

"Stole my tortured heart, felt all these broken parts, told me I'm better off... but I'm not" do I have to say commitment issues and self-sabotage again?

Down Bad

Emily loves this song. She loves the vibes, she loves the lyrics, just everything.

In my eyes, it's about Spencer. Reminds me of "told me I'm better off... but I'm not."

So Long, London

Penelope's favourite part of the album is the opening of this song, first time hearing it she said it sounded like wedding bells.

In Virginia there's a town called New London thats 2hrs from Quantico... It's meant to be.

"Pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away" you guys gonna make me say commitment issues every time?

She's clearly talking about her side of when they both weren't communicating and how he hurt her when he couldn't commit.

She really thought it was over when she wrote this.

But Daddy I Love Him

The shock in that room when she said "I'm having his babies!"... Derek found it hilarious, the girls were having a heart attack.

I think she's not not writing about Spencer in this song. Idk how else to explain, like it's kinda about backlash from every time she gets in a relationship no matter with who, which happened with Spencer so she's talking about that but not that exclusively. Does that make sense?

Fresh Out The Slammer

I think this song is about getting out of a relationship and now you're free to be with someone else who you've had your eye on. This song was written so long ago it's basically a rep vault track. In this au when reader and Spencer met reader was with Tom (i think??) but still gave Spencer her number and called him after she broke up with Tom, and that was the birth of this song.

Florida!!! (ft. Florence + The Machine)

Written about the idea of getting away, taking a break from life, while her and Spencer were on their break. She needed a break, all her friends were either single and smell like weed or they had kids and she wanted kids, but Spencer wasn't ready, so she had to get away from what reminded her of him.

Guilty as Sin?

"What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh only in my mind" she's imagining what it would be like if they got back together.

Is the second half of this song when she says "they're gonna crucify me anyway,,, i choose you and me, religiously.." And the song sounds like it ended but they she comes back in with the chorus, cause she thought it was over but now they're back better than ever.

"One slip falling into a hedge maze" a labyrinth is a hedge maze, because she fell back in love.

The last "Am I allowed to cry" is almost like can I cry from relieve? Relieve that it worked.

Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me?

This song is Spencer Reid coded.

Derek and Emily love badass-ery of this song. Pen loves the production "I love the production of this song!" "I'll pass that along to Jack."

Spencer just can't help but tell her he loves and is proud of her after hearing it.

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

This is about a past relationship, no way can I see this to be about Spencer.

I feel like JJ really likes this song.

loml

This song was written, probably not too long after 'you're losing me' when they had that break and she was in the depression stage. She wrote this when she thought she lost him, she thought she did all she could and still lost him.

I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

warning!!!miscarriage

I had written down the idea of them having miscarriage in my notes app a couple weeks or maybe even a month before the album, cause of the song 'bigger than the whole sky' and when I heard this song with this in mind it broke my heart, that I knew I had to do it.

I'm thinking they were trying for a while and having lots of trouble, then stopped when the tour idea was falling in place, but she ended up miscarrying during the practice for the tour while not knowing she was pregnant. Likely she didn't know because she was on birth control and because she was working so hard and so busy with Midnights and the tour.

So with all the trouble they were having trying to get pregnant, Spencer was grieving in his own way, sadly it hurt reader a lot. He was angry, he probably said things he didn't mean, they were both feeling so much sadness and anger and they couldn't handle it. I think at this time, they were still going to bed every night together, but it was off and they no longer spent time together. Spencer needed the time to himself, when all reader needed was time with him (want to be clear no one is in the wrong in this situation, it's just a fucking bad situation)

"He said he'd love me all his life, but that life was too short" has two meaning (they were having a boy)

"I can hold my breath, I've been doing it since he left. I keep finding his things in drawers, crucial evidence I didn't imagine the whole time, I'm sure I can pass this test." 😭 Like referring to her baby, and since they'd been trying before they had a couple baby things like clothes that she couldn't stop herself from getting in hopes 😭😭😭

end of warning

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Every verse I see as being about a different relationship. Working on re-records it's bring up old feelings and I think she just collectively put all the feelings into this song.

Spencer was beyond scared it was about him, he was already apologizing for making her feel that way before she could tell him it's not about him.

The Alchemy

This idea I have is so silly, that I think it works???

Spencer once said off-handedly that his job was kinda like football, it was strategy, and you failed a lot but sometimes things just fell into place like a puzzle. And reader ran with that idea, like she couldn't sleep that bight and just had the silly thought of Spencer, her Spencer, playing football and wrote this. Little off topic but I also think this about 'Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince' lol

Clara Bow

The self-name drop. The team's jaws were on the floor, their eyes were wide. When Pen realizes she's like "DID YOU JUST DAY YOUR OWN NAME??!?"

The Black Dog

Maybe like the team was seeing how Spencer was down recently and brought him out to a bar after work.

And Spencer didn't 'forget' to turn off his location he never did because he still had the hope that the relationship wasn't over, that this was just a rough patch.

imgonnagetyouback

Spoiler alert: she got him back.

Because no matter how much they hurt each other they're in love. And it reminds me of a boygenius lyric "You could absolutely break my heart, that's how I know that we're in love." that lyric in bodies them.

The Albatross

This is like a sister song to 'peace'

This song to me is obviously about the narrative that she's the problem. She's the one destroying all her relationships.

And she's telling Spencer in this song "I've been through this before, it doesn't matter."

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus

This song is her thinking about them seeing other people. Her imagining him with other people, how much that hurts.

And around 2020-2021 maybe there were rumours about her seeing some athlete or something cause of 'And you saw my bones out with somebody new, who seemed like he would've bullied you in school'

And maybe not the entire song is about him (that's me trying to make him sound better) I see it as mostly her thinking off some what-ifs.

I think they both caused each other a lot of pain, but their love out-ways that completely.

How Did It End?

Written the same night as the Black Dog and she's thinking about what Spencer tells the team.

I see the fact she says 'it's happening again' instead of 'it's happened again' tells us that this is not a sure thing, she's thinking about what people will think if it does end.

So High School

What if it's just a lover vault track lol.

I Hate It Here

I think Penny really likes this song.

It's definitely written in the state of mind of the prophecy, that she's just not meant to be loved but she wants to so badly. So she escapes into her mind which I picture is folklore/evermore.

thanK you aIMee

They love the petty vibes, probably was Penny that first showed or sent a TikTok of North listening to reader's music and was like "girl, you see this yet?"

I Look in People's Windows

In this au I see this as a folklore or evermore vault track.

The Prophecy

Very similar to 'how did it end' and 'i hate it here'

Cassandra

Again it's very similar to 'mad women' so maybe she chose which one to put on folklore and put the other on this album.

Peter

I think she wrote this as a break up song, with a lot of metaphors but what sticks out to me is in the bridge.

"Cause loves never lost when perspective is earned, and you said you'd come and get me but you were 25,,,forgive me peter please know that i tried to hold on to the days that you were mine."

Spencer was 25 in this au when they met and it's so perfect and sad and I love it.

The Bolter

In this au the 'She' in this song is reader.

Robin

I feel boring by saying I think it's another track written in the fictional world of folklore and evermore, but for the au that's what I think!

The Manuscript

In the directors on directors interview she called the All too well short film script 'the manuscript' that's all the evidence I need.

Spencer encouraged her to write this song, because he saw all the emotions she was dealing with while writing/directing the short film.

[spikek1tty]

Slide Away

Masterlist

Content: smut, oral, unprotected sex, masturbation?, not proofread, not accurate to alien universe at all

a/n: This is me manifesting that Liam Gallagher role for Spike (it's gonna be him i swear) it better be cause i dont play about oasis or spike. ima have to get involved😈also its my birthday😼

You yawn, putting book after book on the alphabetized shelves. Soon you hear the abrupt steps of a group coming down the hall into the quiet room.

Not so quiet anymore, the shouting of the guards echos off the walls.

You push your book filled cart towards the back of the room, away from everyone until you hear your name being called.

You sigh running a frustrated hand down your face. You had no intention in helping. You head to the front, your boss sitting in the circle desk behind the computer.

Man after man in orange jumpsuits stare at you as you walk by. Your boss introduces you and praises you for your hard work.

Though your paycheck doesn't fit his acclaims. You struggle to keep from rolling your eyes. You really should be grateful though, you could be doing way worse.

You zone out as the assignment is explained to the group.

Eyes scanning the group of men, some you recognize from them having helped out here before, others you don't. However, your eyes land on two certain boys.

Not only did they stand out because of their youthful, clean faces but you had seen them before. Not in the typical way though, no, you've seen them on T.V. not long ago.

They tried to escape to some independent colony, or something of the sort, you couldn't recount every detail.

How foolish you had thought.

If you were going to make a break at least do it right. Now they're back here, doing work with no pay, no chance for another plan like that.

You pitied them really, especially the girls. The one that survived at that. You had seen her when she'd come in, kind, timid, afraid even. Everyone is excused, groups of five are sent off.

Some groups were sent to different floors to clean others doing the same work as you.

You go towards the back once again finding your cart in the same spot.

You listen to the chattering over the sound of books being placed on shelves and the sound of a wet mop hitting the cold ground.

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As you place the final book on the shelf, ridding your cart of anything you move to push it before it gets stopped, held firmly in place. You frown as you see the orange jumpsuit.

"Shouldn't you be with your group?" you roll your eyes slightly. You couldn't be bothered to deal with him.

"Nah, finished already. Told me to come ask ya if ya needed any help." he nodded his head towards the front. "Do ya?" he asks leaning towards you.

You analyze him, ripping the cigarette out from behind his pierced ear. "There's no smoking in here you know."

He chuckles "What? 's not even lit." he snatches it back. You smirk, slightly amused. You turn your back to him, messing with the books trying to make it seem like you were busy.

"Whatcha do to get in here?" you ask curious of what he would say.

You hear him grunt softly as he plops himself down on the cart, a smirk forming on his face as he hold the cigarette between his dry lips.

"What? Ya mean you haven't heard of me? Wow, that's the first." you scoff, leaning on the carts handle waiting for an actual answer.

"You really don't know?" he asked. You shake your head. He shrugs, shoving the cigarette in his pocket

"Usual thing people do ta get in 'ere." you frown slightly as he fiddles with his fingers.

You watch as he swings his legs back and forth "So how long do you have then?" he scoffs "You think they're gonna let me out?" he shakes his head.

You move to the end of the row looking at the gathered teams sitting down. Your eyes searching for the other familiar boy. "That guy your brother?" you question.

"Cousin." he corrects.

You hear him hop off the cart, standing right behind you.

His hand snakes around your hip, his head resting in the crook of your neck.

He takes in a deep breath, capturing the scent of your perfume.

You shudder before turning to him. "What're you doing?"

He cups your face, his forehead pressing against yours for a moment before he guides you back by your hips. Your lower back pressing against the edge of the cart.

"Ya know, i've been awful lonely, not very fun in there. Maybe you can help me." His lips hovering over your collar bone.

He brings his eyes up to meet yours as a shaky breath sneaks out of you.

You'd be lying if you said he wasn't attractive, his eyes of blue and shaggy dark hair. The way that dreadful jumpsuit hung on him, almost making it look good.

He rests his head on yours once more before pulling your chin connecting you to him.

He froze suddenly, he didn't expect you to let this go on for long.

He swiftly pulls away and lifts you onto the cart, insensitively your arms snake around his neck.

He pushes your legs apart cautiously, fingers dancing along the sides of your thighs.

You nod and immediately, he dives down, pushing your skirt up. The fabric gathering at your waist.

He huffs in seeing the singular piece fabric that kept him from you.

Quickly, he pulls it to the side, admiring you for a second, humming before his lips connect to your clit.

You struggle to keep the gasp silent. Not wanting to notify anyone of the obscene action taking place in your area of work.

You listen to the sound of him lapping at your pussy. His fingers played at your entrance, slipping in partially before being yanked out.

You whine as his tongue leaves your core. He stares directly in your eyes as he slowly guide his fingers in you.

He watches as your face contorts with each curl of his fingers. He grows bolder with each movement until he's ripping off the orange suit.

Left hardly clothed, his cheeks tint a shade of red. You pull him in once again, though this time the kiss is different, its slow, intimate.

You hear as a loud voice calling all the prisoners back to the main area echos. That breaks both of you out of the daze of your kiss.

He strokes his cock eagerly before guiding himself in you. Your teeth sink into the skin of his neck forcing a hiss from him.

You pull away, smirking in seeing your work.

The rows of your teeth etched around a mark of purple. As another echoed yell from the main guard is heard the man speed up.

You throw your head back a whimper ripped out of you, you sit up quickly, eyes widened. The man stops, both waiting for someone to come find you.

As you hear no one walking towards your area he resumes.

Tears form in your eyes as you feel the knot forming. Short gasps escape as he pounds into you. He buries his face into the crook of your neck to muffle his groaning.

The guard now yells a specific name. Bjorn.

You can tell his close as his pace become sloppy and impatient. His head hangs low only held up by your shoulder.

You tug his hair forcing him to look up at you, his eyes threatening to close.

"Is that you? Bjorn?"

He chuckles softly and nods lazily.

"Better make this quick, yeah?"

He hugs you close to him before releasing deep in you. You rest your head against him one last time, both drinking in each others silent moans.

You sigh as he pulls out.

Your fingers slip down to your pussy, toying with yourself, collecting the mix of both releases.

You sit up licking the taste off your fingers.

He catches the last second of your action and curses under his breath. "Fuck. Here let me help you." he says pulling you off the cart and steadying you.

He pats down your legs in an effort to smooth out your skirt. Though, the only thing you focused on was the feeling of how his release rushes out of you, setting into your panties.

"Gotta get back.." he says annoyed, shrugging the jumpsuit back on "see you 'round, yeah?" you nod, unsure of what to say to him.

He runs to the rest of the group and gets scolded, pushed harshly towards the exit by the main guard.

Not before giving you one final smirk.

You shudder. You couldn't believe what you just took part in.

You reach for the cart and roll your eyes. You'd have to clean it off before going home.

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