#bro could not keep his tongue from tripping

[fryday]

when dan said "did i just call you beautiful" and phil said "y-wa-oh-ol-imean either of those things"

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hiii, I love your work, just wanted to ask if you would do the “shes busy bro” text thing with the baldies

i’m so slow bc this is not what you meant but i made the texts too don’t worry😭

she’s busy

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it wasn’t your fault that the waiter was flirting with you while ony was using the bathroom, but he still took it very personal. you knew how he felt about that “friendly” attitude you seemed to have towards people. and even though the waiter had no business trying to get your number while he was in the bathroom, you had no business giggling and smiling in his face like you were going to give it to him. you were both wrong, but since ony can’t deal with the waiter tonight, he will deal with you.

“ma stop wit the runnin. you not goin nowhere.” ony groaned, yanking your hips back to him as you tried to crawl away from his relentless backshots. “i-i didn’t even d-do nun” he chuckled at your weak defense, thrusting back into you at full speed to shut you up. “and ian doing nun right now either. you lucky ion got yo ass cuffed up. daddy bein nice” ony jingled the cuffs in his hand before putting them down and continuing his brutal thrusts, your stomach brushing the sheets as he held your back down with one hand. you decided to just shut up, because little did he know you gave the waiter your number. to you, ony was just overreacting. he seemed like a genuinely nice guy to you so you gave it to him hoping the two of you could become good friends.

*ring ring* the sound of your phone snatched the both of your attention. ‘please don’t be him please don’t be him please don’t be him’ you repeatedly thought as ony picked up your phone. of course the guy had one of those automatic contacts with the picture so ony immediately knew it was him. “oh so this what we doin now?” he mumbled, dick still fully hard inside you as he showed you the screen. “i-it’s not what it looked like baby. i wanna be his f-friend”

ony scoffed as he answered the phone, smirking as an idea popped up in his head. the next thing you knew he was starting his quick pace up again, pounding you into the sheets as he spoke normally through the receiver. “yo?….you looking for my girl?……nah nah nah it’s all good. she right here” he put the phone towards your mouth before thrusting into you even harder, making sure to get each one of your pitiful moans through to him. “d-daddy pleaseeee m’gonna….fuckk m’gonna cummm!” you screamed as you felt his dick kissing your cervix. he brought the phone back to his ear, hearing nothing but the man’s breathing on the other line. “she busy right now…..move your fucking hand ma m’not playin wit you….delete this number or your next shift at that lil restaurant gon be your last” and with that he hung up the phone. you already know you were gonna get it as soon as you heard the sound of metal clanking. the fur of the cuffs brushing against your ass while ony spoke.

“gimme your hands mama”

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“you can do it mami. just give me one more and you can get a break ‘kay?” connie said before dipping his tongue back inside your awaiting pussy. you came home from work with tears in your eyes as you explained to connie the rude words your coworker uttered to you. sentences like “what are you, stupid?” and “jesus you can do anything right” thrown your way all day as your frustrated colleague used you as a punching bag.

in order to help fix your sad face, connie decided to change it into one of pleasure. sitting in between your thighs for hours as he gave you words of encouragement and reassurance to help uplift your spirits. “you not dumb mi vida. smartest girl i know so don’t even trip over that . papi gon fix it” connie’s mouth worked wonders on you, kissing, licking, and sucking orgasm after orgasm to keep you from thinking about the harsh words said to you.

the vibration of your phone took connie’s attention. the contact name “charles (coworker)” was calling you. connie brought the phone to your face, giving you time to read the name as he continued pleasuring you with his fingers. “this him?” all it took was a singular nod from you before connie had the phone answered and at his ear. he could hear the man trying to apologize almost instantly. “listen y/n. m’really sorry about how i was actin today. i was just frustrated and you were the closest person to me. please let me make it up t’you with dinner or something”

connie looked up at you, pretty eyes all glossy and low as you tried not to scream from how heavenly connie’s fingers fucked you. he mouthed a “you wanna talk to em?” smiling as you quickly shook your head no. “didn’t think so” he said before putting the phone to his ear. “this her man. she s little preoccupied at the moment” connie quickly flicked his tongue on your clit, digging quicker and deeper into you with his fingers to draw out a loud moan. “auughhh ohh my goddd” your back arched off the bed as you felt your release coming close. connie continued to finger you while he moved his mouth from your clit to speak. “uhh she most definitely will not be having dinner wit your punk ass tho so you can dead that shit. m’not gon fuck you up cause she told me how much you need every check from that lil job, but if she come here crying again cause of you ima break your jaw”

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“fuck keep suckin it jus like that mama” aran groaned as you were hard at work on his living room floor. knees burning from being in the same position for so long as you sucked the life out of aran’s dick while he sat on the couch. were you supposed to be here? fuck no, but there was no way you were turning down going to see the d1 athlete just so you can be home arguing with your bum ass ex boyfriend.

aran has been trying to get at you for awhile, and you would’ve been with him too if your ex would just hurry up and move out. he’s been purposely dragging his feet when it came to getting his shit out of your house, always lingering on the couch when you have company over to keep you from moving on. you don’t want to put aran through that so the two of you just settled for this. coming over to his place and getting the best dick if your life every weekend.

you had both of your hands wrapped around his thick dick. stroking him with a tight grip as you sucked on his tip. your eyes trained on his beautiful physique as you watched his big pecs move up and down with each breath. “shit girl you gon make me trap you” he chuckled as he watched you slap the head of his dick all over your tongue, spit dripping all over him as the both of your brown eyes locked. “do it daddy” you sighed before taking his full length down your throat. “oh i will”. the sound of your ringtone went off into the air, the both of you ignoring it as you continued, but it didn’t stop there. whoever was calling must’ve been dying or something because after the call came a bunch of notifications, then it rang again.

“man who the fuck-” aran mumble, his annoyed face quickly becoming one of mischief as he read the name on your phone. “s’randy” he said with a smirk. you rolled your eyes as you released his dick with a pop. “gimme i’ll just turn it off” you went to reach for the phone, but aran pulled it out of your reach, a petty smirk on his face as he answered the call and put the phone to his ear. before you could protest, his big hand found the back of your head, pushing you back down on his dick for you to continue.

“wassup randy. how you been nigga?” you rolled your eyes as you continued to let aran guide your head up and down. your tongue running along the underside of his dick while he continued to talk to your ex. “who is this? tell y/n it’s time to come home. m’hungry and i need her to cook something” randy mumbled, probably sitting on the couch surrounded by bear bottles and filth. “she busy. eating right now as we speak. how it taste mama?” aran said before pushing your head all the way down, his dick hitting the back of your throat as you gagged loudly into the receiver. aran brought the phone back to his ear with a smirk before letting go of your head. it was time for payback so you wrapped both of your hands around him again, quickly stroking him before roughly sucking his sensitive tip. “ooouu shit man we gotta go”

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“ohhh my godddd i’m about to give you a baby” tanaka groaned as he watched your skillfully bounce on his dick. large inked hands gripping your hips as the two of you moaned in unison. “want you t’nut in me daddy. cum in this pussy” tanaka’s eyes rolled at your words, the thought of him filling you up bringing him closer to his climax. he was the best bff you could ever ask for.

you’ve been having some issues with a guy you were talking to. he couldn’t seem to be able to grasp the fact that you are a bad bitch and could easily replace him if he didn’t act right. so that’s exactly what you did. you “replaced” him with tanaka. posting him and going on little “dates” with your best friend to get his attention. the two of you never expected to actually fall for each other. letting your true feelings take over as you plopped yourself repeatedly on his dick. you had forgotten all about your ex.

you knew he’d come crawling back one of these days, and you couldn’t wait to break the new to him that you were intact in love with another man. *ring ring* ‘just on time’ you thought as you snatched up your phone on the first ring, picking it up as you began to bounce harder on the man below you. “s-shittt who it that?” tanaka grumbled, but you ignored him. listening to the man on the other line beg for forgiveness. “listen baby i didn’t know it would be like this. i was stupid to think i didn’t need you. you were the best thing that every happened to me please give me another chance.”

a giggled escaped from your mouth before you put the phone to tanaka’s ear. “it’s my ex” you said before letting tanaka listen to the pitiful man beg. a smile planted on his face before he quickly brought your face down to his by your neck, thrusting up into you quickly. you tried to swallow your moans but he was just fucking you too good. “fuck daddy s-slow downnnn” you moaned, eyes rolling back as tanaka held the phone between your faces on speaker.

“stop bitchin, she can’t even talk right now. too busy getting fucked by her new man”

[miumura]

💭 — JAY AS YOUR BOYFRIEND !

thank yew sona for requesting 😊🫶

warnings : mentions of nickname “love”, mentions of kissing

— would take pics of anything (like a trip or smth) and be like “would’ve been better if you were here” LIKE SHUT UPPPPPP .

— literally is your photographer. he would snap pics from you left and right and is SERIOUS about it . “stop moving.” , “wait stay there just a bit i have a the perfect photo”. he just wants to document all the moments where you looked pretty, which is almost everyday <3

— heavy on the gift giving. he gets you something just because. its always his reason for it. hes so sweet shut up

— he would pick up on all the little details about you and what you liked. he found out your fav food? he’d try cooking it for you. he found out abt your fav song? expect it to play in the car as he drives for a date. he’s just!!!!! yes!!!!!!

— he would make you easily flustered without even knowing it. “why are you blushing?” as if he didn’t just do the most sweetest thing ever.

— LIKE brushing away your hair from your face when you speak. so ure like 🧍 and hes like 🤨 cause he does it all the time but he just knows how to make you stop in your tracks, even though he doesn’t know he had that effect on you why is he lying bro STOP.

— he’s always caring for you. like i mean it. he would hold doors of you, open the car door for you to enter first, just helping you with everything 🙁

— adding onto that, you’re his passenger princess. you will not get a hold on the wheel (maybe if you convince him, but he would still be on doubt) when he’s around. if you try driving hes like , ummm what are you doing 🤨? would kick you out of the driver’s seat as fast as possible. to make up for it, he lets you pick the playlist for you both to sing your hearts out on the road.

— would play with your hair any chance he gets to. like he loves brushing his hand through it. would be down to learn how to do your hair so that when you’re tired, he could help you if he needed to :( <3

— he would be so patient and understanding with you. like he is that person who is like just say whatever you can, i’ll form it together in words for you whenever you couldn’t quite express it. sliding down the wall

— tries not to raise his voice at you. would always talk to you in a soft voice normally which makes the others go 🤨 . like the favoritism??? but jay doesn’t care 😊

— random ily’s throughout the day. he just likes reassuring you even though he really doesn’t need to.

— back hugs back hugs back hugs back hugs!!!

— isn’t huge on the teasing bc he’s afraid he would get you upset </3 he would always tease you at the right moments though bc yk he’s joking since he never does it often <3

— when hes jealous, he’d just have his tongue poking in his cheek and pulls you closer to wrap his hand around your waist (without you realizing it). would probably tell you afterwards that he was jealous — leading to you teasing and reassuring him

— holds eye contact with you when you speak. like once you meet his gaze you just stop. and he casually goes “why did you stop? keep going, i wanna hear more.” and when you do he js nods and goes “there you go love” LIKE SHUT THE HELL UP . MAKING ME GIGGLE AT 1 PM .

— seems like a guy where he’d grab your chin to kiss you

— big on kissing each other’s cheek before he or you leaves the house. if he’s leaving, he expects a kiss on the cheek just so he could leave and just look forward to seeing you later. im screaming in my pillow

— a big spoon bc he loves pulling you closer to him as you cuddle / go to sleep. also whispering affirmations into your ear js bc he thinks it helps you sleep better it does

💭 — jay has me going delulu. please help.

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[kill4luvina]

"Face down, Ass up"

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Producer!Erenx Rapper!Reader

Summary : Eren is your one and only producer and you both seem to be having a creativity block while out on a trip looking for creativity and Eren has the bright idea that you two should fuck it out.

Warning : Smut, Reader using N-word, Alcohol, not proofread, (might be more but im not sure).

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"I'll treat any bitch like a whore, Cause it's the way I like to fuck, It's face down and ass up"

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"Eren.." You'd say in attempt to wake him up from his short nap he had taken in the uber. Tapping him a few times as she groaned opening his eyes. "Nigga wake up!" You'd raise your voice getting out of the uber as he followed behind you tired. Putting into the pin into the Air Bnb door as your entered turning the lights on making eren groan again. "I don't know why you being like that, you've been sleep in there for the past hour." you'd roll your eyes annoyed as you went into the kitchen.

You both had been out all morning and nothing sparked your creativity, you wanted to write but you litterally had no ideas. Grabbing one of you're left over bottles of 'Diva Vodka' from earlier you slip off your black leather rick owens sneakers tossing them to the side before pouring yourself a cup. "Why you been so stressed?" Eren would ask walking up with his own glass cup as you poured him some too.

"Bro, We've been here for bout' I wanna say a week and I haven't written anything yet!" You'd rant starting to chug down your drink as he watched you in shock. "You gotta chill-" you'd look at him before putting the bottle away as you made your way up to your room. Once agan Eren would follow you bringing the shoes you had left up with him. Making it to your room he'd put them with the rest of your shoes.

"Yk, I got an idea on how we could maybe get rid of that art block..." He'd say on the edge of your bed looking down at his glass cup, noticing you get slightly excited he turn around a gave you a kiss catching you completely off guard. You had him had has sex a few times so he knew you were alright with it as soon as you started kissing back.

"REN WAIT!!" You'd moan feeling him full enter you at once, holding onto your pillow tightly at the feeling of him completely stretching you out. Tears welling up in your eyes as he kept your ass up leaving you in a perfect arch as he slowly started moving completely demolishing your pussy as your cried out trying to run. It was just too good, and your were struggling to handle it. Eye's rolling back with your tongue out drooling at the feeling of him drilling ya' shit holding you down in that position.

"You like that ma?" He'd ask holding you by your neck bringing you up as he place kisses in the crook of your neck as you cried not even know what was going on anymore, or who you were. "FUCK!" You'd moan even louder feeling him hit your g-spot over and over completely abusing it. The way he was fucking you had you imaging maybe getting married to this nigga if dick would always be this good. "Cmon mama, tell me how good I'm doing or I'll stop." He'd whisper in your right ear leaving kisses behind it as you whimpered shivering from the contact in the sensitive spot.

"Ren! Y-Your doing so well! Fuckkkk- fuck me jus' like that!" you'd continue to babble and moan crying feeling like you were on the edge not wanting him to stop. It was completely game over the moment you felt his fingers touch your clit, throwing you off the edge as you came, creaming all over his dick. Twitching and crying as you felt him keep going overstimulating you like never before. "Too much!" You'd moan throwing your head back on him as he quickly pushed your head back down fucking you even harder.

Feeling him start to twitch in you was the sign he was about to cum, but so were you. Again. Crying loudly into the pillow as you felt yourself completely fall off the edge again you'd feel a warm liquid leave your body, as you squirted all over eren dick as he pulled out cumming on your ass. "Damn, since when could she do this?" Eren would ask chuckling as he gave your pussy a kiss before tappin that ass one more time and walking to the bathroom to run you a bath and clean you up.

"Omg! I have a great idea!" You'd mumble to yourself, but to your suprise eren heard. "See, I told you it would help!" He'd say from the bathroom making you giggle as you fell asleep after telling yourself you'd just quickly rest your eyes.

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Kinktober 21

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Kinktober Masterlist

A/N: I love pervy Lo'ak. It's delicious to me for reasons that I will explore more with my therapist lol. I hope you guys enjoy! All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Lo'ak x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: Pervy!Lo'ak, Masturbation (F and M)

It had been 3 days since Neteyam had gone away on the hunt with Jake, Lo’ak, and the rest of the hunting party. You knew it was going to be a long trip, but what you weren’t ready for was how needy his absence would make you. Even his scent was starting to fade from your skin. It’s torturous being without his touch for so long. He never leaves you so long by yourself. Your need burned deep in your belly like forest fire. Tonight, you’re once again searching for relief with your fingers which did little to satisfy you in any real way. Still, you try your best letting your mind fall into a haze of flashbacks. Neteyam’s hands and the way he would grope and massage at your body. Your chest, your thighs, hips, ass, everywhere. His warm breath against your skin while his tongue licked along the insides of your thighs. The way the tips of his fangs would tease over your hardened nipples.

A soft moan passes your lips and it finally feels like your body is remembering how to melt into ecstasy. You curl your fingers up to press against the spongey part of your walls and the sound it makes has your cheeks turning violet. Small waves of relief roll over you and your eyes roll a little letting yourself release a deep breath to open you up more for your fingers to hopefully reach deeper.

Unknowingly, when you shift your position on your mat, your foot accidentally hits the throat comm that Neteyam had given you for emergencies. The tiny device quietly hums to life under your weight.

On the other end, Neteyam and Lo’ak are out searching the ground for where Neteyam had dropped his throat comm and ear piece.

“Bro, are you sure it was over here? We’ve been looking for forever already. I’m ready to go to sleep.” Lo’ak says with an exasperated eye roll.

“Go back if you want, but I’m not leaving without it.” He responds still keeping his eyes trained on the ground and searching through the dense foliage.

Lo’ak huffs to himself almost ready to give up and let his brother continue his search on his own. He probably would have went back if it weren’t for the fact that he knew their dad would chew him out for leaving.

He takes a few steps further in the direction that they were heading and proceeds with pushing random leaves and bushes and things out of the way. Suddenly, his ears perk up with the sound of a low, almost imperceivable hum. He moves closer to where the sound is coming from. After digging through another bush or two, he finally locates the comm and ear piece. “Finally” he breathes to himself.

When he picks up the little devices, he can hear the low static sound that usually means someone is on the other end, but there’s no voice. That is until he hears a sound through the small ear piece.

“Ahn…Neteyam! Mmf!” followed by a wet, squelching noise.

His face flushes immediately recognizing your voice and realizing what you were doing. This may be the most confusing boner he’s ever had. In some ways, he regarded you as a best friend and someone he often got up to no good with. But at the same time, he could recognize that you were still a beautiful woman and the thought—the knowledge that you were just on the other side of this tiny speaker burying your fingers into your wet cunt and squirming around in pleasure had his mind going to obscene, disgusting places.

“Ffffuck, right there! Right there please!” your breathless pleas hit his ears and all the blood races directly to his cock. Fuck, what’s the right thing to do? Clearly, you didn’t mean to call and he should give the throat comm back to Neteyam, but…you just sound so pretty. I mean, it’s not that bad as long as no one else knows, right?

With a quick scan of his surroundings, Lo’ak quickly pulls his tewng to the side and starts to palm himself. His tip is already slick with precum which he uses his thumb to swipe and make the glide easier.

“Shit…” he growls lowly to himself. He can already feel that he’s not going to last long. Not with the sound of your drenched pussy ringing in his head.

“Oh Great Mother, please don’t stop!” you call out and he imagines that it’s him you’re begging to make you feel good. That he’s currently thrusting into your tight heat instead of his fist. Your ankles next to his ears, fingers gripping at the mat under you, a thin layer of sweat making your skin glisten, and the gorgeous flush of your face…it’s extremely enticing. He knows that he shouldn’t be thinking of such things about you, but something about that fact makes it even more thrilling. The high of getting off to the sound of you playing with yourself without anybody being privy to his actions is getting to him.

“Ahn~ oh, I’m gonna cum!”

“Fuck! Yes, baby, cum for me. Wanna feel you…” Lo’ak can’t help but mumble to himself feeling his own composure slip.

“Ah haah ah….AAH!” your moans are sinful and unrestrained while you come undone on your own fingers, slick running down your knuckles. Little did you know, at the same time, you had driven Lo’ak right over the edge and made him make a mess of his own hand.

While coming down from your high, clearly you must have moved your foot again because the device cuts off and it goes radio silent in Lo’ak’s hand. He tries to steady his breathing while also mentally coming to grips with his own perverted actions.

There’s little time for self-reflection now as he hears Neteyam getting closer. In his panic, he quickly tucks his dick back into his tewng which is a sticky, uncomfortable mess, but it’s all he has for now.

“Still nothing over here. Any luck?” Neteyam asks as he’s approaching.

Lo’ak quickly walks his way holding up the small communicator. “Be more careful with your stuff bro.” He drops it into Neteyam’s hand and keeps moving forward needing to put some space between them so he can go clean up.

Neteyam glances at his brother and his throat comm wondering what his deal was, but shrugs it off as Lo'ak just being cranky at the end of a long hunt. Doesn’t matter. All that matters to him is that they’ll be coming home tomorrow and he can finally see you again.

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[killmeprettypleasee]

HIS ONLY

this was requested by @denziezwhattfuck anyways thx bro<333

summary: your boyfriend has been acting a bit strange.. he wont let you go near with- like anyone now, you were just talking to Gaz but he found out then Soap pushed you into a room to "punish" you.

warning: jealous soft Soap, possesiveness, biting, bit of blood mentioned, rough seggs, reader is a masochist, slight derading.

You laughed at Gaz's joke and leaned against the wall with your back touching it, you smiled then let out a soft sigh after laughing and soon turned into a concern look "hey gaz.." he let out a hum and looked at you "Soap is.. acting a bit-" you were caught off by someone calling your name in the background "y/n! there you are!" Soap shouted making you turn around and smile at him "hey- oh Gaz? is it okay if i could borrow him?" he smiled at Gaz, but behind that smile is fuming rage and jealousy.

"sure! why not? anyways bye i almost forgot i have some business with Price anyways" Gaz giggled and was joined by Soap "right thanks" he said, soon that Gaz walked away and you were left with him, something was odd as Soap stare at Gaz as he walked off to Prices office, he turned around and he had a angry look on his face "y/n what did i told you about this?" you sighed and open your mouth to speak but it was shut when soap pulled your arm draging you into a room, he held your hand tightly not letting you go.

when you two got there he pushed you inside making you trip and fall to the floor making a thud sound come out "S-soap?.." you questioned his name out and looked up at him, he was starting to take his clothes off and unzipping his pants "strip for me will ya?" he smiled at you with darkness in his eyes, you were a bit scared and didnt questioned and began to take your clothes off "good boy thats it.." he purred out.

soon you were left with nothing, a smile creeped on his face seeing how vulnerable you are for him right now he cant wait to have you right then and there.

you spread your legs for him knowing what he wanted and this made him smirk at the sight from how eager you had gotten, he carried you by the armpits and placed you on the table near you and spread your legs again, he then kissed your lips harshly making you have a hard time keeping up with him as he does so, saliva drool down at the side of your mouth as his tongue dominated you leaving you whiney, but you didnt noticed that he got himself already lubed up already.

he slowly shoved it in as you guys kiss making you let out a small whimper in his mouth, a few moments passed and he is finally inside you with your back pressed against the wall.

He held your hips gripping them slightly and began to move slowly "you look so hella pretty stuffed with my cock inside you.. your taking it like the good little slut you are" he moaned out when he thrusted inside, every thrust he made was slow and rough at the same time and making sure to hit your prostate head on.

His thrust's were so rough that it can even shake the table underneath you as you cried from the pleasure you felt at that moment "have you forgotten what i told you?" He looked at you with sadism in his face as he pistoned his hips to meet against your ass "thought you were a good boy but.. ends up your just a total slut aye?" He chuckled darkly.

You cried helplessly as you moaned out his name inchorently while he just smiled at your form, the grip he had on your hips were sure to leave dark markins on your sensitive skin in the aftermath of this, he nuzzled his face against your neck with his teeth grazing against your skin and in surprise he bit you harshly and marking you as his.

Blood prickle down your neck as he marked his territory while he mumbled little possessive lines like "mine" and "my sweetling", the bite did hurt but it felt good having him marking you as his and his only.

"P-please.. Jhonny i cant- i cant take it.. im gonna cum" you whimper out as saliva dribble down your cheek from how fucked you were on his cock, but he only shook his head "a bad boy like you dont deserve to cum" he smiled sweetly as he rammed his cock inside you you couldn't help but let out snall gasps as he does so.

"you look like a slutty pornstar with that look on you face y/n.. you look so pretty like this" he chuckled and soon turned into a moan when he felt you tighten on his dick.

You felt your body went limp and your thighs shook on his hold as he spread it further making him go deeper, it felt so good.. it felt so so good that you whimper from the sensation.. the way he fucks you to the edge like this and degrades you with his sweet and rude words made your heart burst into ecstasy.

A few thrust Soap felt his orgasm go through, he knew you both font want to end this session but knew you two needed to rest "im gonna cum.. get ready" he warned you, his thrust became sloppier but still rough and soon as that he came filling you to the brim then you came after him making your back arch and gripped on his shoulder for support.

He chuckled while he caressed your waist "you did great y/n.. such a.. such a good boy" he panted heavily, you tried to to stay awake from how tired you got but your eyes are to heavy to open it up and Soap then rubbed your hair and making you flush against him as you let out a sigh feeling his warm skin against you, soon you fell asleep on him as he cleaned you up gently.

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Predator and Prey

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

a/n: not the last chapter I lied :( but chapter 5!

warnings!: oral (m.receiving), fire, unspoken death (idk how to say it), angst??? I dunno bro just read it please,

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It's last day staying with Meredith at her bar. You and Nyryx had been taking cover at the village for enough days, and you're still on the run from killing the famed monster hunter. Still, you've managed to enjoy the company of the family. Meredith and Sammuel with their opposite yet perfectly blended personalities, the energetic and mischievous younger sons, and Abigail who was a lot more stubborn and outspoken than you originally thought.

Meredith had packed you a bag for your trip that included gloves, dried food, herbs, and other necessities for long distance traveling. "I suppose I should give it to you now," she told you. "I will be gone in the early morning, and I wanted to make sure you were ready for your journey in the morrow." You hugged her, taking a last deep inhale of her alcoholic sweet smell before you pulled away, "Thank you."

Now you laid in bed after a long day of working. There was an increase of customer, new faces, even more fights. You were tired from the long day, but you were still eager about what was to come tonight. You and Nryrx had talked about helping his urges so he doesn't lose control, though you don't mind it.

You wanted to be prepared for when he came, so you stripped into a plain long sleeve with cross cross patterns on the upper chest with underwear on. Now it was a waiting game, and truthfully you were anxious. You had never planned on what to do with someone when it came to being intimate, it just kinda happened. This, however, is calculated. It's purposeful, for god's sake it's your plan. The rapid beating of your heart, the queasiness in your stomach, the way you feel as though you can't take a deep breath...this is not just a twisted booty call.

Before you could fully go into panic mode, you could hear the flapping of large wings. Nyryx grips the edges of the window frame, eyes searching the room briefly before he sets his gaze you. Slowly, quietly, he crawls into your room. One leg after the other, head ducking in to fit before he crouches on the floor, eyes never once leaving you.

It's predatory in how he stalks you, how he entered the guest room. He stands, not at his full height though since he would hit the roof. He eyes you weirdly, noticing the nervousness in the air, "Is everything all right?"

You shake your head from his previous movements, "Yeah, everything's good sorry." He walks closer, eyebrows furrowing at your words, he doesn't believe you. "Was it the bar?" Nyryx voice is concerned, "Did you not have a good day?" You smile and laugh quietly, shaking your head again, "Dude, stop. I'm fine, just a little nervous." Nyryx expresses a small ooh sounds before sitting on the bed, it barely creaks under him.

"I see," he starts. "Do not worry. I am a little curious on what you have planned." He smiles widely at you, eyes turning fully black. "When should we begin?"

-

You kneeling before him, sitting in a prayer position with him sitting on the bed with his legs open. Nyryx is completely nude, his grey skin glittering in the moonlight and his cock half-hard. You had teased him through his shorts, ignoring his frustrated groans and irritated words. It's clear he's never been teased before, always used to being the one in control.

You rub your lips on his length, tongue occasionally peeking out to taste him. It's your first time giving him head, and his size is daunting. You can clearly see his protruding veins from where you sit, his dark colored cock growing his each swipe you give him. He clutching the edge of the bed, obviously resisting from gripping the sides of your head.

You drag your lips up and down, kissing his tip when you reach it. You decide not to you use your hands yet, keeping them on his thighs. You look up from your lashes you watch his expression, and he almost looks pissed. His nose is scrunched up, lips pressed tightly, eyes barely open as he looks down at you. You smile on his cock, licking the underside of him.

He groans quietly, "When will you take me fully prey?" You pull your mouth away from his cock, holding back a laugh when his hips thrust upward to catch your warm mouth. You replace it when your hand, gently stroking him. "When I want to," you voice is teasing. "Or I could stop right now, if that's what you want." His eyes shoot open, face suddenly serious and almost offended, "No, continue." You nod and tighten your grip around him, "That's what I thought."

Your previous nervousness was completely gone, instead you found confidence in your movements and his impatientness. You could hear the slick sounds he produced while you pumped him, resisting the urge to suck his tip. You were getting wet as you felt his smooth, hard dick between your fingers. This is what has been inside you, this is what makes you feel so good it almost hurts. You tights your thighs, applying pressure to the place between your legs as some relief. It's not a lot, but it will do. Nryryx is more important, or his cock is at least.

You gaze your thumb across his slit, smiling when he moans. You decide to tease his tip, paying extra attention to it by rubbing, stroking, and smearing his precum all over himself. It's clear that Nyryx is struggling, drool seeping from his mouth as he looks at you. His hips buck at your movements from sensitivity, hissing when you gently squeeze the tip of dick between your thumb and forefinger.

You pussy is drooling, mouth salivating at the sight on him. Nyryx could easily over power you, take you as he wants, but he doesn't of course. He finds the strength to let you do with him as you please, finding the bed the only thing he can grip. "You're doing a great job," you praise. Nyryx locks his eyes with yours and gives you a weak smile, "This is quite a tough teaching."

You laugh, "Is it? I should go easier on you then." You lean forward to take the first few inches on his dick in your mouth. You purr as you taste him, your hand at the base of his cock. Nyryx almost loses his composure, letting out a loud groan that has you worrying about waking everyone in the house up. You feel so warm and wet against him, it's a much smaller version of a pussy.

Nyryx decided it's okay to let one hand touch your head, brushing your hair back and coaxing your cheek with his talon. You look up at him with his cock shoved in your mouth, eyes wide and lips wet. You looks so pretty like this, he thinks. For a moment just for a moment, Nyryx is happy you're taking the lead. He would've blown right past your lips, not bothering to admire your lustful gaze. This dynamic gives him the opportunity to appreciate your expression, your swollen lips. Maybe he should have you between his legs more often.

You look away from his eyes to focus at the task at hand, trying to fit his length down your throat. It will be impossible for sure, but your hand can manage the rest. You relax the back in your throat and take deep breath, exhaling little bits of air the deeper you take him in. You can feel how your mouth leaks with his and your fluids, how your throat contracts at his girth. You gag when he touches the back of your throat, almost pulling away completely. You let an inch leave your lips so you cam stroke him with your hand, the other playing with his balls.

You use the slobber as extra lubrication as you stroke him, moving your head with a fluid motion. Your eyes are closed as you concentrate, but your ears pick on his moans. Nyryx usually grunts when he takes you, deep and guttural. His moans though, are a little higher pitched, like a desperate howl somewhere deep in the woods. His eyes are on you, though you can't see. He keeps his hand gentle as he caress your skin, loving the goosebumps that rise when he does.

You can feel your sticky underwear, shifting uncomfortably and needy. Still, you're determined. You don't know if you can make him cum from your lips, but you at least want to see how far you can push him. He's doing a good job so far, though he occasionally pulls on your hair when you suck harshly on him. You were debating on deep throating him again when you hear a scream outside your window.

You pop his dick out your mouth as you turn around, but Nyryx is already standing at the window. It's hard not to stare at his proud cock, but his fierce gaze makes you realize there are important things happening. You slowly stand to you feet and walk to to window with him, the fire in your stomach disappearing as you see actual flames outside.

A house not too far is set ablaze, men in armor are holding torches, families are crying as the watch their home turn into ash. You gasp, tears quickly meeting your eyes as you watch the scene. You don't notice Nyryx shove his pants on, grabbing a pair of wool pants and shoes that he presents with you. Your eyes are stuck on the scene though, it's not until he shakes and calls your name that you finally snap your of your spell.

"We need to go," his voice does not have any room for questioning. You don't ned to ask what's going on, those men are looking for you and Nyryx. You overstayed your visit, you put a village in danger, you put Nyryx and yourself family in danger. You grab the pants and put them on, the shoes next, then you see the bag Meredith packed you. You halt your fast movements for a second, picking up the bag.

"We can't leave them," your voice quivers, furiously wiping the tears away. You can already hear Nyryx preparing to argue, so you keep talking, "Nyryx we can't. They fed me, housed me, they-" Nyryx growls threateningly, cutting you off. He walks close to you, his clawed feet splintering the wooden ground beneath him. "You misheard me, I said we need to go, not them," his black eyes are menacing.

More tears slip past your face, voice breaking into a sob, "Please. I can get them out of the house and-" Nyryx doesn't listen to what you say next, instead slipping the bag you had in your hands across his shoulder. The screaming outside was now unbearably loud, you could hear Sammuel yell for his family to wake up. There's a possibility they can make it out themselves, leave the village before is completely on fire. You need to see it though, it just can't be a possibility. You need to see them leave safely.

Nyryx grabs you, throwing you into a bridal position as you squirm and cry against him. You're begging, pleading, then yelling at him. He ignores all your slaps, vicious words, clawing, and tears. Nyryx perches himself out the window looking down at the snow covered in flames, blood, and bodies. He can hear the guards shouting your name, questioning people as they destroy their homes. It truly is a sad sight, but he can't risk it. He can't risk losing you. So if you temporarily hating him is what needs to be done so ensure that, then so be it.

Neither of you had heard the door swing open, neither of you noticed the presence of another person. You did, however, hear the way your name was called, almost in disbelief. You turn and see Abigail standing at the doorway, eyes wide in shock and mouth agape. Her eyes are panicked, body trembling in flight mode, but she can still stumble out one word, "What..."

Without a thought, Nryrx takes flight. He ignores your resumed weeping, your scared eyes as you look down at the ruined snow beneath you. You can't stand the sight, so you bury your face into his chest. It helps protect your face from the harsh, freezing wind, but it doesn't stop your crying.

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You knocked out in Nyryx's arms, and he was silently grateful to no longer hear your weeps. It was cold this dead in the night, too cold. He couldn't leave you in the snow to rest properly nor could he chance taking coverage in a different town, not this soon at least.

You shivered when he laid you on pile of snow and leaves temporarily. Nyryx searched for dry sticks, creating a two large lumps of what was soon to be a bonfire. It might alert where you both are hiding, but he can't risk you getting sick when you're this close to getting home.

Nyryx inhales deeply, letting his chest heat up and feeling the nearly unbearable burn before exhaling, flames escaping his mouth with a foul burnt smell. He did the same to the second one, immediately feeling the heat that radiated from them. He backed away and made his way to you. Nyryx's chest ached seeing your tear-stained face, your slightly purple lips, and tired expression.

It's a shame really, he knew you were really enjoying yourself in that village with that family, but all good things come to an end. Nyryx wasn't sure if you'd understand what he did, why he did. There was no one other than you to blame for thinking he could spare the compassion he had for you with others. Nyryx was a demon, and it was only death that could free him from his curse.

You woke up to the feeling of rough hands picking you up, warmth immediately filling your body from Nyryx's body heat and the fires your sleepy eyes saw. The woods was eerily quiet, and it didn't not help that you Nyryx was silent, in thought. You were curious about his quietness, but you did not speak.

You were still reminiscing about Meredith and her family. How you betrayed Abigail and snuck in a demon in their house. You could blame Nyryx for the possible demise of that family all you want, but it was you that opened the door (and your legs) for him the very first night. You were the one that begged to stay at a village despite knowing you are being pursued. Nyryx is not to blame, at least not fully.

You wiped the stray tears that fell down your face, sniffing quietly. Nyryx's head looked down at you, finally realizing your wakefulness. He sat with you in his arms near the fire, eyes with an expression you couldn't possibly began to unfold. He looked away from you, face catching the reflection of the fires before you both. Nyryx looked beautiful, truly. In this moment, you could finally understand that he was a creature of the night.

His skin blends perfectly in the dark sky. Without the fire, you're not sure if you would be able to see him despite being right in front of you. His dark eyes throw back the reflection of the flames, giving the impression that he must have night vision. His talons were meant for shredding, yet he holds you so carefully, so tenderly. Nyryx's appearance screams predator, but the way he keeps you near him is anything but.

He notices your staring, shifting almost awkwardly with you in his grasp. He clears his throat, "Tomorrow night will be the full moon." Nyryx keep his eyes on the fire, as if he is uninterested in what he said and what you might say. You can tell though, he's nervous. He stiff, on edge, he's a statue. You nod against his chest, feeling his shallow breaths and his quick heart beat.

"Yeah," you also take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. There is no denying in what is to come, what is to be left behind. It's scary, thinking about returning to your normal life when you've experienced such an unbelievable two weeks. Is it even possible?

"I'm scared," you confess to Nryrx. He finally looks down at you, eyebrows furrowing and lips parted, "Of what?" You snuggle closer to his frame, unsure of how to start. There's so many things you're fearful of: things that have happened and things that haven't happened yet.

"Of leaving you," your voice is barely a whisper. You're sure it was carried away by the soft wind, but his eyes widen as he hears you. "You're scared of leaving me?" He sounds almost in disbelief. It wasn't long ago that you were cursing him, crying at the top of your lungs about his lack of empathy, his demonic self. Yet here you were, on the verge of tears at the mere thought of leaving him.

It almost made him smile.

"I...I don't know what's gonna happen. Won't those people be looking for us? For you? We're in this mess 'cuz of me, and imma be leaving to have you deal with it all by yourself-" your rambling is cut off by Nyryx laughing. You raise an eyebrow, unsure what part of what you were saying was the punchline.

"Prey," his nickname call your attention, "I believe you have other things to consider than my safety. I have the capability to take care of myself just fine. Do not allow 'my safety' to hold yourself back from going to where you belong."

His words were meant to be comforting, but you still can't shake the way he said 'where you belong'. You were never meant to find that cave, to run into that mansion, to meet Nyryx, to feel such a conflicting way towards him. You don't belong here, you don't belong with him. You couldn't help the tears the spilled past your waterline, wetting his chest. Nyryx was quick to wipe your tears away, not bothering to bring them to his lips to taste you.

Why did your family have to go to the beach for Easter? Why couldn't they have gone to a public garden nearby? Why did you have to be curious and go into the cold cave? Why do you have to go through this?

It would be better to forget, to tell yourself that this didn't happen and that it's all pretend. You should have never left your family's side, this would have never happened. It would have been better, you wouldn't have to deal with this pain.

Opposing thoughts and questions infiltrates your thoughts. Would it have been better though? Ignoring the chill from the magical cave, ignoring Nyryx's call for help. He would still be in that cage, out in the cold. Who knows what would have happened to him, what animal they could've treated him as. Neither of you will know though, because that didn't happen. You did save him, freed him of a fate he so desperately needed to escape. That alone, made this entire ordeal worth it.

Nyryz was quietly talking to you, whispering words of solace to you. You weren't fully listening to what he was saying, but it's still soothing to hear his voice against your ear. You took a deep shaky breath, finally coming to your resolve.

"Thank you. Maybe it's stupid, but I really thought we could save everyone you know?" You titled your head up to him as you spoke. He only hummed in understanding and nodded, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You could feel how your stomach fluttered at his action, the brief increase of your heartbeat.

"It was...a foolish thought, but endearing nonetheless," Nyryx had a mischievous smile as he replied. You clicked your tongue and rolled your eyes, smacking his chest in the process. It was much too soon to joke like that, but you decided to ignore it. You opted to make your self comfortable against his chest, relishing in his touch.

Tonight is the last night you will ever sleep in his arms, in his world, in his embrace. The thought tempts you to cry again, but instead you screw your eyes shut. Right now, in this moment, all the matters is you against him. You can allow yourself one tearless night.

a/n: I feel so bad bro I keep edging you guys but next chapter should be the last one. I just write and I can't stop cuz I'm setting up the mood or scenario idk man. I have a problem

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Ep 26: Under the Sky So Blue

Thank you to the @trigun98watchparty for making this possible, and to all of you who have been reading along with me to this point. It's been a great trip down memory lane and getting acquainted or re-acquainted with other '98 fans who watched the first Trigun and loved it despite its flaws.

Also big thank you to those who engaged in meta, especially @tiggymalvern! Finding you again was the nicest surprise of all!

Without further ado, I am plant-ing (HARF) my tongue firmly in cheek for the intro to this recap.

Knives. We need to talk.

You have spent the last 130 years working on becoming the most basic bitch on NML, and you've done a good job. You couldn't be any blonder or blue-eyed. You have (had) a loyal second-in-command who did all your dirty work for you so you didn't have to get your hair mussed. You have a Squad who secretly hates you but sticks around because they want to be on the right side of things if you win out. And you have a silly-looking pair of boots.

It's also well known that you are the Beverage Boy of NML. On your desk (which is sitting in front of a big loopy wall art stating "Live, Laugh, Murder Everyone") and next to the "Universe's #1 Brother" mug you bought yourself is a canvas frame that says "But first, coffee." You probably killed everyone else at Target so you could get the latest Stanley.

But Knives. Knives. The wine? That's a red you're drinking. Red wine doesn't get chilled. It should be decanted and served at room temperature. Plus, basic bitches drink rosé, or a white zinfandel. To make your declassé behavior worse, you're drinking it out of a martini glass. If you're going to have a Cosmo, have a Cosmo. It's no shame. But really - how are you going to claim that you're a superior breed if you don't know such simple rules of etiquette?

Get a grip, Beverage Boy.

--Aw, baby Vash.

--I wonder whether the twins need to eat and drink, or whether it's just easier for them if they do.

--You know, Knives, humans wouldn't have had to rely so heavily on the Plants if you hadn't crashed the ships. Ofc he didn't intend to have anyone survive besides himself and Vash, which sounds pretty boring. What were the two of you going to do for all eternity?

--Was Knives working on the guns before the ship crashed, and that's what he went in to find?

--I remember seeing somewhere that the little cartridge above the barrel of the Long Colts is a teeny Plant, or Plant-stuff. Anyone else recall this?

--NOW who's the big whiny baby, Knives? (my leg, it hurts! Why?)

--That must be a very young Doc on the ship. Although, there's nothing to say that a year on NML is the same as a year on Earth. It would be more surprising if it was, rather than it wasn't.

--LOL William Conrad (aka Revnunt Buskus) is from Cleveland, Ohio

--No but seriously, how did Knives get himself and Vash's severed arm out of July after getting blasted to smithereens?

--"Hi Knives! Living as a human was great! Congratulations bro, I am done with your shit!"

--Vash kept quite a few of Leonov's wires. They've come in handy.

--Knives has learned Vash's physical tricks well enough to keep up with him... and Vash has finally figured out how to control his Plant powers well enough to cancel his brother out. (Tristamp really nailed this; their battle in the final ep was fantastic)

--Vash is worn out. Not only has he been shot through the shoulder by his brother, he's likely not completely healed from the encounter with Legato.

--Even in death, WW is looking after his friend and kicking his ass to do something, damnit! I'm right here to help you!

--The peppering Knives got from the Punisher likely wouldn't have been enough to put Vash off, but Knives has never been able to handle physical pain. Vash remembers this very well and takes excellent advantage of it.

--that boy has jawlines for days

--A blast from the well, the cauldron of Rebirth. Vash is reborn to be his own person, to make the right choices for himself and his conscience, rather than for her memory.

Which is what every mother wants for her son. I should know.

--go get your man, Meryl, he won't keep you waiting. if he did you'd go find him anyway.

--Vash leaves his coat, his gun... and his sunglasses. He's done hiding behind them. He doesn't need to anymore.

--This would have been the ending scene, for most anime. Anyone who watches anime gets used to the vague ending, the things left unsaid, and the ambiguity. There's rarely a "happy ending" the way Westerners think of them. Vash could have wandered off into the sunset, leaving the viewer to wonder whether he ever saw Milly and Meryl again. That's pretty normal.

And then there's Trigun, which takes that expected ambiguity and says "nah, we're not done."

Vash comes back to town. He's made his choice to accept the girls into his life, of his own volition, and he's going to let them make their own choices about having him (and his brother) in their lives. There would be an awful lot to sort out, but he wants to try.

This is the very next scene. Don't tell me otherwise; I don't want to hear it. (credit: doujinshi circle Nail Cut Club; title Meteo Strike).

I have Big Thoughts about what could happen after this, and of course a fanfic, but my cat wants me to go to bed now. She's being very persistent.

Thanks to all of you who read this far. You're the best, and I love you all! And talk to me, I like hearing from ppl!

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"That Really Happened?!" DC Comics Tournament Entry #14

Domestic Abuse Ghost Possession

[ID: Two page comic spread of a giant Sinestro head smiling with tongue wrapped around Green Lantern John Stewart's leg. Figures below pose in anguish and dark buildings appear in the background. John yells, "You're dead, Sinestro!" To which Sinestro replies, "Not any more!" /END ID]

What Happened?

Jesus. Okay. SO green lantern: mosaic is already a really weird comic. The creator (who we don't talk abt and also was in prison until a couple of years ago) literally said (paraphrase) "Mosaic is the book I write when I get confused writing my other books". Like bro. Anyways it follows John Stewart (Green Lantern) as he tries to establish a peaceful society between a bunch of species (humans included) taken from their homeworlds and forced to coexist on this plant. Standard comic plot. NORMAL, even. Or so you'd think.

It's revealed that John is being possessed a times (blacking out) by the ghost of Old Timer, an evil Guardian (so like a smurf looking alien) who brought all the people to the mosaic in the first place. Plot-wise this still makes sense, GL: Mosaic is a spin off and this whole plot was kind of established in the main comic. It makes sense.

AND THEN YOU GET ISSUE NO. 3. John is inexplicably in a relationship with this woman Rose. This happens completely off panel and without explanation (although they did have some chemistry in the main GL title, it was a very complicated dynamic and there was even a joke about them NOT being in a relationship) [the joke was that rose's town was super scandalized bc they thought she was dating John (because aaaaghhhhh interracial relationship or whatever [this is like 1992] and shes from rural West Virgina and was all like no guys its not LIKE that (but like it actually wasnt)) so idk that was a thing that happened

But ANYWAYS in Mosaic #3 John and Rose are dating for some reason???? And then he picks her up and flies up and then drops her and laughs as she screams and falls. He also kicks her around and like beats her up in front of her son while she pleads with him to stop. So VERY much domestic abuse 👍love some absolutely insane fucking mischaracterization what the actual hell. Also he keeps using weird nicknames like calling her Rosie and himself Johhny or Daddy while possessed(?) SO I don't fucking know what that was the fuck

Anyways it's then revealed that this behavior was because of the GHOST! who could have thunk? However instead of the ghost CANONICALLY inside his head that was literally possessing him THE ISSUE BEFORE, turns out it was SINESTRO'S GHOST! how the fuck did he get in johns head you may ask? I could not tell you! He's just there! At this point I'm wondering what the actual fuck is going on and also how many ghosts are possessing John Stewart. Like HONESTLY. I've either entirely lost the plot by now or am just in shock over what is happening. Likely both.

Anyways John goes in his brain to fight the Sinestro ghost (who like ties him up with his tongue and calls him boy (and Sinestro daddy this time) and all sorts of insanely weird awful stuff) And then his girlfriend (who he ISNT DATING) forgives him because "it was the ghost". Absolutely incomprehensible arc. This happened in ONE ISSUE of this comic. The first ghost is not mentioned at all during this story

Also the worst thing abt this whole ordeal is that this is a spin off of an arc in the main GL title which was actually REALLY FUCKING GOOD. like it was great, I loved it. And yet somehow the author (may he die gruesomely) managed to forget what HE HIMSELF WROTE and all knowledge of characterization and turn his hero into a horribly mischaracterized domestic abuser in a plot thay makes no sense.also there was def some racist wack ass shit going on with this fr. The whole comic is honestly an ego trip for the writer it makes no fucking sense and every letter page is just two pages of him talking directly to the readers and telling them how smart he is. This is issue 3 and is as far as i got. Listen to me and do not read this comic

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E&T: A Truly Slothful Start

*points at Erebus* Bro is NOT built for this lmao (btw I drew the sloth demon a v long time ago enjoy)

Suggested battle music: Grandma (Destruction) from NieR: Automata (spotify | youtube)

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Ingredients: combat whump we fight monster, amputation hehe (not gory tho!), slight drowning, undescribed eye whump

PART III: Untitled World

The things that hit him first were the suffocating darkness and the awful chill in the air.

Erebus knew he didn’t belong here. All around him, strange rock formations jutted out every which way, no sign of life among them. There didn’t seem to be any source of light, and yet everything was clearly visible, casting hardly any shadow. The silence was nearly absolute, pressing in on his ears. The only thing he could hear was the freakishly loud sound of his own heartbeat, amplified by the collar around his neck.

Wait, the collar-he reached up for it, fingers closing around the awful strip of leather that he’d been forced to wear since the start of his captivity. He had a sword, he had claws, and N...no one would make him wear another one if he broke it. So he should take it off, right? He should destroy it. He’d always hated it, the way it meant he was owned, how it let-let people put leashes on him and lead him around like a dog. She...she’d said it herself, that he had to wear it so he wouldn’t forget that he belonged to her, but now they were...not together. So it shouldn’t matter. 

But he couldn’t stop thinking about when she’d taken it off for the procedure with the envy demon, about how utterly, embarrassingly exposed he’d felt without that stupid collar. Maybe the feeling would pass, and he would just have to get used to being without it. He hadn’t worn one for the vast majority of his life, so it should be easy to adjust back, right? Besides, it was more than just a collar, it was a way for her to know if someone other than her was touching him, and that was violating, it was...it was a way for her to know he was alive. Assuming it worked, assuming whatever signal it was could be sent to another world.

Erebus lowered his hands, still chained together, as he blinked away tears. He-he was really here, in this other world with only a slim chance of ever going back. He’d take every tie to his old life he could get, no matter how painful. And if the spell on the collar worked, then…he owed it to her to let her know he was still alive. He could wear the collar for a little while longer. The muzzle, on the other hand...he didn’t mind tearing that off and throwing it away in the slightest.

Shakily, he stood, grabbing the sheathed sword in front of him. Being expected to fight was…strange. But, looking at himself now, he was practically designed for this, almost every modification giving him some sort of advantage. It made his blood run cold to think about how this had been the plan from the start, how obvious it seemed now. He wanted to lay down and sob and process what had happened, but everything was so different and strange that he didn’t feel safe enough to let his guard down like that. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he buckled the sword belt around his waist and began looking around.

Behind where he’d appeared, there was a bag lying on the ground. Inside was a cloak with holes for his wings, a knife, and a bedroll. Well, better than nothing, but he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do about food and water or lighting a fire. Maybe that demon tongue would be coming in handy, after all. He put on the cloak, grateful to have something to help him keep warm in this place, along with the shoes he still had on from their trip to the desert.

Nothing else here, he began carefully making his way along one of the stone cliffs, leaning on it since there had never been a chance to fully heal the gash in his leg. Progress was slow, and maybe it would have been a good time to think things through, but he couldn’t stop tears from forming in his eyes at the mere thought of what had happened, so instead he just focused on the pain in his leg, flaring up brighter with every step.

Time felt impossible to grasp, as if this place was outside of it entirely, but at some point Erebus reached the end of the maze of stone. He was greeted with what looked like a vast ocean, but the water was unnaturally calm, not a single ripple on the glass-like surface. Had there been stars above, it would have been beautiful, but under the canopy of uniform blackness, it just looked like a cold, empty void. 

Erebus hesitated to step out in the open, no walls to protect him, but the silence was so absolute that he couldn’t imagine there was another living thing anywhere near him. His leg didn’t hurt quite as much anymore despite how much he’d been walking, so he was able to hobble to the water’s edge and investigate, setting the pack down to make moving around a little easier. The sword, however, still hung at his side, just in case. 

The water was clear, and as far as he could tell, there was no sign of life in it whatsoever. It was jarringly different from the seaside at home, where you could hardly take a step without spotting a shellfish or aquatic plant. Here, it was just pebbles, no broken shells or bits of dead coral among them. He crouched and dipped a finger in, finding the water both cold and salty. The ripples created by his finger traveled far, seeming to get bigger as they traveled along. Suddenly, even bigger ripples rushed to meet them from farther out, and Erebus’s stomach knotted in terror as he bolted upright, pulling out the sword, having to hold it with both hands since they were still chained.

He strained his eyes in the darkness, looking for whatever had caused the disturbance. Was that...there was something  in the water out there, he was sure of it. He took a few steps back, sword still held in front of him, watching the strange shape grow larger and larger as it approached. The moment the tip of its nose emerged, the surface of the water erupted, spraying Erebus with cold mist and shooting tendrils out into the open air that coalesced into a large sort of web. Arches of water now crisscrossed all throughout the space, severely limiting how much he could fly around, especially since he never had a chance to practice it much. In the middle of the watery network was a large bubble, and when he saw what was inside it, Erebus’s jaw dropped.

The creature was enormous, big enough to swallow him whole in one bite. Its pale gray body was long, with two pairs of flippers that were almost as big as Erebus and a webbed, spiny ridge going down its back. A cruel, curved hook jutted out from the end of its tail, almost as sharp-looking as its conical teeth. As Erebus looked at it in horror, it turned its gaze to him, its blank white eyes staring into his own identical pair. So this…this must be a sloth demon. He was supposed to fight that? 

He could leave, just run and hide, this thing couldn’t follow him through those rocky canyons, he could stop and take a moment to think, but this was an enemy right in front of him, and no matter how terrifying, it had revealed itself, no more surprises. Erebus tightened his grip. If he could-could beat this thing then he could really rest. It would be safe here. He would be that much closer to going h…somewhere that wasn’t here. He could do this. He had to.

Despite how much he was shaking, Erebus took flight and approached, finding it difficult to do so while he was holding the sword, but not enough for him to fall out of the air. The demon just watched as he flew past the jets of water, and Erebus hated those blank white eyes boring into him, which just made him loathe his own all that much more. How…how exactly was he supposed to attack it? It was so huge and he couldn’t see any kind of obvious weakness, not to mention that it was surrounded by a sphere of water. While he knew his eyes worked underwater, he could only imagine his wings would be a hindrance, not to mention the heavy sword. 

Maybe…maybe he should just retreat for now. Come up with a plan and come back. This was just…it was too much. Reassuring himself that the demon couldn’t follow him, he cautiously turned around and started to weave his way through the tendrils of-there was a sharp jerk on his wing, and suddenly Erebus was being dragged through the air, crashing into pillars of water as he went, barely registering the splash of his sword hitting the sea below as he scrambled to get his wing free of-of-it was that hook it was pierced through the top of Erebus’s wing he couldn’t get it out his fingers were slippery and freezing and useless he had to do something kick his legs flap his wings anything-

Just as those awful teeth came into view, Erebus managed to swing himself back, but the chain on his wrists was caught, wrapped around a tooth, his fall jerked to a halt, he was hanging by his wrists, the hook was gone but his wing wouldn’t work, he had to do something, that eye was so big and so close, watching him struggle, the beast’s throat humming with an ancient growl, hungry, he couldn’t just let this happen, he grabbed the tooth with his left hand and the chain with his right, he could do this, pull himself up enough to-

The great jaws snapped shut, and Erebus tumbled into the water below. 

Cold shocked his system, despite the fact that his left arm felt like it was on fire. 

He couldn’t stay down here. He had to get to the surface.

But, down there, a faint glint. Metal. His sword. His only hope of winning.

He swam towards it, progress slow and painful and-

His left hand was gone. 

There wasn’t time to mourn it. 

His remaining hand wrapped around the hilt of the sword. It was heavy, too heavy for him to swim up with. 

He was running out of air. He had to try. This couldn’t be the end. Not here. Not so soon after-

The hook pierced through his wing again, and it was all he could do to hold onto his sword this time around.

The sloth demon pulled him up and out of the water with its tail, tossing him high into the air as it opened its great jaws to swallow him whole. His wings torn and useless, all Erebus could do was flap them desperately and hope it would be enough, hope he could at least-his foot landed on one of those teeth, holding him for just a moment before he slipped, but it was enough to aim his sword hold it steady launch himself down drive that point right down into the demon’s eye paint that awful soulless white with red hear the roar of agony so loud he could feel it in his bones and now the water was collapsing falling back down the great corpse falling with it he had to get away wrench the sword out jump back splash into the water struggle to the surface to the shore drag himself out of the water collapse on the shore and breathe.

He-he’d won, but just barely, and the losses were-Erebus bit back tears, looking away from the ragged stump at the end of his left arm. There was no way he could survive six more fights like that.

This horrible, hostile place was going to destroy him, and there would be nothing left of him to go back home.

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[seokjinsonlyone]

im about to rank bts members by how likely i would be able to successfully seduce them

i’m going from the bottom up

coming in at number 7 is jin like my beloved aged brethren my husband my love my sweetie honey bunny does not strike me as one that is particularly horny and even if he is i definitely don’t think i’d be able to shake him down on sight like we have the same personality type and i know that virtually nobody can seduce me and i mean i’ve seen his work on weverse like he’d shut that down so fast i’d have no choice but to die from embarrassment

at number 6 is jungkook idk about y’all but me personally i am NOT hot enough to seduce jungkook like if we knew each other and if we got drunk MAYBE but he very much gives “if he wanted to he would” so if he don’t i very much believe that i could show up in nothing but a trench coat and some red stilettos and the only thing i would get is a trip to the police station

5th on the list is hobi now hear me out i could DEFINITELY get hobi to go on a date with me like it’d probably be a pity date but we would for sure be having a candlelit dinner somewhere and then he’d realize he’s in love with me at some point okay we’re endgame but like if im talking tryna get him in bed off rip i just feel like physically im not his ideal type so if i just went and hit on him the punches would not land he’d do one of those judgmental stares and (gently) shrug me off unless we was in the club and no hands started playing bc my booty speaks for itself

smack dab in the middle at number 4 is mr min yoongi now he act like he ain’t but he done mentioned his tongue technology one too many times for me to not believe he’s subtly horny at the very least like if i caught him in a moment where he wanted to get his rocks off and i was putting the moves on him he’d for sure indulge me and even if he wasn’t necessarily in the mood i think if i tried hard enough i’d get him curious about it but there’s like a 55% chance that it ain’t happening which are odds im honestly willing to take

now my top 3 is interesting and very bold but considering the lineup is bangtan in general this is all bold anyway

at number 3 we have jimin bc like im thinking about how he saw megan and described her as innocent and pure im thinking about how he said lizzo was attractive im thinking about how he barked at the thought of usher im thinking about how when he sat in on yoongi’s concert (my show!!!!!!) he said that army was beautiful which leads me to believe that physically we have no problems a body is a body to that man pleasure is pleasure the only obstacle between me and jimin is the fact that he’s an awkward little guy so i would need to make him comfortable first and fortunately for me i act too comfortable with everyone!!!! like just give me an hour with bro and by the end of the conversation my lips would be on his

second place🥈 is namjoon now while i don’t believe im hot enough to bag jk on sight if i’m so sure i could get joon like if i’m dressed to the nines like hair done nails done everything did in my fancy bag i’d be unstoppable like i just know i’d have his attention even if he didn’t peep me from across the room or anything like that if i approached him he’d for sure be interested i know it and then the only thing id have to do is just let the tension build throughout the conversation like im not quite a genius but my iq is very high and i may not be as well read as he is but i’ve been through a lot i’ve heard a lot and i observe everything so i can definitely keep up and add to it and if i wanna talk i can go for hours and hours and by the end of the night we’d be in our jay park v era doing that body talk 🤪

and finally against all odds at number 1 the member i think i have the highest chance of seducing is kim taehyung like idk maybe it’s just me but he seems easy doesn’t he????? like i know this sounds so insane considering he’s got to be a contender for the top 5 most attractive people on this earth and really there’s no way that this should happen but you know what there’s no way that a bee should be able to fly either!! its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground but the bee of course flies anyway bc bees 🐝 don’t 🚫 care 👩‍🍼what 🤷‍♀️ humans 👯 think 💭 is 🫵 possible ✅ AND NEITHER DO I !!!!!!!! like give me a platform and not only will i have seduced kim taehyung but i will have him chasing after me we all know he’s a people person like loves making friends loves getting to know people and he a sucker for a compliment he said it himself on multiple occasions he’s a good boy i meet him we chit we chat i tell him i like his shirt then fiddle with the sleeve a bit maybe feel up his bicep and then walk away he’s HOOKED and maybe he gets distracted but then he sees me chopping it up with someone else and is like ❓then he’s finding me we talk a little again i compliment him again i part ways he’s following after me and engaging whatever group i join next i walk away again until he’s literally chasing after me and he corners me and that’s all she wrote like all i got to do is tell him he look good and we having a great night and an even better morning i’m soooo sure of it

anyway randomly had that thought while i was driving home from work feel free to share which member you think you could seduce so i don’t seem like the only mentally unstable person on this website 🎤

[mlm-writer]

Cum and Wine (Mshenko)

Pairing: Kaidan Alenko x Cis!M!Shepard (custom Shepard compatible) Rating: Explicit Words: 1432 POV: Second Summary: Shepard and Kaidan have a little trip to Noveria in the Mako. Note: For the prompt ‘car sex’.  See my kinktober 2022 masterlist here. Tags: the Mako counts as a car right?, handjobs, 69, fluff, anal sex, banter, established relationship and these boys are so awful

“What are we doing out here, Shepard?” Kaidan looked out the window only to see the endless snowy mountains of Noveria. Shepard had parked the Mako on a stable part of a deserted mountain path. He finally was reaching into the plastic bag he brought. 

“Relax, soldier. I am not about to throw you off a cliff,” the man joked, a twinkle in his eyes as he procured a bottle of wine from the bag. Kaidan scoffed, but Shepard could see an amused smile playing on his lips, eyes glued on the bottle as if he needed it to stay alive. 

Shepard did not blame him. Tracking down a rogue Spectre was crazy work; it was perfect work for them. Yet, they could use a breather, a little interlude without gunshots. Noveria did not have that much, but the view was gorgeous and the Mako was nicely heated with an emergency button to have the Normandy pick them up, should anything happen. 

They were through nearly half the bottle, when they realised that this Asari wine was way stronger than any human one. “Let’s put this away for now. There has been something I’ve wanted to do, now there is no crew around.” Shepard smiled wolfishly when Kaidan took the bottle away and closed it firmly. 

“Oh, and that might that be, lieutenant?” The commander mused with obvious intent. Kaidan scoffed and pulled Shepard in by the neck for a dirty kiss. They had enough sweet kisses and cuddles in the captain’s quarters, but the walls were too thin to do what they really wanted to. 

Hands got real grabby real quick and Shepard found himself with his pants down in the driver’s seat. Kaidan was still seated in the passenger’s seat, one hand on his own cock and the other on Shepard’s. Shepard let out a contented sigh, leaning with his head on the headrest. Kaidan’s calloused fingers pressed into his dick, keeping a shallow pressure through each stroke. He made sure to sometimes be intentionally vocal. With each moan, Kaidan’s strokes got a little more impatient. 

Once the slow strokes had evolved into a solid rhythm, Shepard reached out to return the favour. Kaidan didn’t protest and let Shepard take over for his right hand. His length was hot and hard in Shepard’s hand. With his free hand, Shepard grabbed Kaidan by the shoulder. His boyfriend understood the assignment and craned his neck in an uncomfortable angle that allowed their foreheads to rest together. Breaths mingled, before red-bitten lips met each other in a clash of tongue and teeth. 

The men laughed giddily at their unsuccessful passionate kiss. Tears of laughter rolled down their cheeks as they tried to manoeuvre in the Mako to find a good position. Eventually, Shepard tried to squeeze between the driver’s and passenger’s seat to get to the backseats, but he got stuck halfway through. “This will work,” Kaidan laughed, while groping Shepard’s butt sticking out between the seats. 

“Oh no, I am stuck. What are you doing, step bro?” Shepard laughed, giving up on making it to the backseats for now. His comment gained him a firm slap on the ass. 

“You are awful,” the lieutenant groaned, but Shepard could hear the amusement hidden in his lover's voice. Shepard shifted a little to get comfortable. He jolted when he felt a wet tongue lapping at his hole. He sighed and tried to reach back to stroke himself. However, there was not enough room for his shoulders between the seats to reach back. “Aww, can’t stroke yourself? It appears I have the great commander Shepard at my mercy."

Shepard jolted when Kaidan spanked his ass again. "Oh no, how will I get out of this situation?" He added with all sarcasm. Kaidan had his fun toying with Shepard’s ass for a while, but at some point fingers and tongue were not enough anymore, for neither of them. The tip of Kaidan’s cock pushed against Shepard’s wet hole. The commander relaxed his ass, allowing the other soldier to push inside him. Their breaths hitched as Kaidan entered his boyfriend in a single, long and slow push. 

When his hip was resting against Shepard’s well-trained ass, he let out a sigh. “You feel so good step bro,” he whispered under his breath. 

Shepard laughed and Kaidan could feel every muscle contraction on his dick. “Ok that joke was fine when you were not having your dick in my ass, but it is a 100% no for me now.” Kaidan agreed readily, too focused on not being a one pump chump. He made a mental note of making Shepard laugh in the future during sex.

Another deep breath or two and he dared to move. If he came so soon, he was sure he would not hear the end of it. He could be dying and Shepard would bring it up just to finish him off with embarrassment. “You good down there?” Kaidan bent down to kiss the other man’s lower back. Usually, he could see Shepard’s face either directly or indirectly, but there was no reflective surface in the Mako that allowed him to see if Shepard was enjoying this or not. 

The reply came in the form of a hum. A second later, Shepard spoke up airily. “Could you stroke me?” The request sounded so vulnerable. It softened Kaidan’s heart. He spit in his hand and wrapped it around Shepard’s leaking cock. Shepard was not one to make many requests, so he must be desperate. 

"Of course," the lieutenant replied, full of adoration. His free hand roamed the other man's skin. His fingers pressed into the hard muscles, felt them shift as Shepard tried to push back into him or thrust into his hand. "Is this better?" It was a genuine question, but it seemed to turn on his boyfriend, who eagerly replied positively, before demanding to speed up. "Yessir," Kaidan teased. His free hand took a firm hold of Shepard's waist. With newfound leverage, the Canadian changed his pace from a calm joining of two men to an animalistic rump. 

Shepard egged him on, loving the new pace, judging by both his moans and the precum covering Kaidan's hand. Kaidan could hear he was getting close and pulled out. He rubbed his cock between Shepard’s glorious cheeks, giving them a good slap to watch them jiggle. "Fuck! That's it!" Shepard groaned. Kaidan sat back into the passenger’s seat when he noticed Shepard making an active effort to get out from between the seats. 

Before he knew it, Shepard was in his lap and reaching for the lever that would decline the backrest. Kaidan found himself almost completely lying backwards a second later. He tried to get a word in, but was cut off by Shepard turning around and shoving his leaky cock into Kaidan’s face. 

Kaidan reached up and guided Shepard’s erection into his mouth. He didn't expect Shepard to be gentle, but was still surprised by how needy the other man started thrusting into his mouth. "Fuck yes, you're such a good cocksucker," Shepard cried out. Kaidan's eyes slowly fell closed as he let Shepard fuck his mouth like he has fucked Shepard’s ass. 

Eyes were wide open again, once he felt a wet mouth around his own cock. He moaned around Shepard’s cock, while the other man sucked him off, as if he needed Kaidan’s cum to survive. Kaidan gasped around Shepard’s cock, trying hard to make it last a little longer. He twisted his head to free his mouth. "I'm gonna cum, fuck, I'm gonna…" Kaidan cried out. His warning didn't make Shepard stop sucking. Instead the commander took him as far as he could into his mouth, swallowing down Kaidan’s cum as fast as it spilled from the lieutenant's cock. 

When Kaidan was quiet again, Shepard skillfully got on the backseat right next to Kaidan’s head. Kaidan looked up at him with droopy eyes and his tongue out to receive Shepard’s load. "Good boy," Shepard praised. He put one hand into those raven locks, pulling a little, while the other hands stroked his cock over his boyfriend's face. It didn't take long for him to cum all over it, painting the sweaty skin white. 

It was quiet after that aside from the hum of the Mako and their heavy breaths. "Shepard?" The man in question hummed in reply. "There is still wine left, right?" 

Shepard laughed and looked down at his boyfriend. He started wiping the cum off his face. "Yeah, nothing pairs with cum like a good Asari wine, amirite?" 

[ziggy-strdust]

New Year’s Kiss

“Blasty!” a blur of pink rockets into Bakugo’s arms nearly knocking him over. Stumbling some steps back he’s able to keep them both up. “I didn’t think you would actually show up, you are pushing it a little close aren’t you?” 

“What the fuck racoon eyes.” Shouting at her and shoving her off of him. “You trying to knock me on my ass?” Making his way into the kitchen ignoring all of the other people around. Mina chatters away behind him. Grabbing a solo cup from the table he fills it with the closest liquor. Tossing that back he immediately follows it with another before filling his cup with whatever concoction the punch is made of. Leaning against the counter he observes the room. Jiro is fiddling with some DJ equipment, Momo is next to her. Those two seem to be chatting with each other. Sero and Todoroki are standing in a corner, from this angle you can definitely see that they are shoving their tongues down the others' throat. Loud laughter filters over the music. Looking in the direction of the laughter, Bakugo’s breath catches. Kirishima and Denki seem to be in a rousing game of beer pong against Tetsutetsu and Shinsou. From the look of Denki he already looks unsteady and nearly topples over when throwing the ball. Kirishima is laughing at him as he trips, missing the cups and hitting Monoma in the face. Shaking his head, Bakugo heads over to the idiots. 

“Holy shit look who decided to actually show up.” Denki loudly exclaims when he catches sight of him. Sending him a glare that would kill, he sips his drink not saying anything. 

“Hey bro, want a shot?” Kirishima holds out the ball. 

“Hell yeah watch and learn fuckers.” Taking the ball Bakugo lines up his shot and right when he is about to release Mina is suddenly announcing that there is only 5 minutes till midnight so they should either be finding their other halves or be finding someone to kiss. Denki smirks at Shinsou who blushes up to his hairline. Monoma grabs Tetsu’s arm, dragging him away before he could protest. Mina runs over to the group, grabbing Kiri’s arm and pulling him away.

At that moment Bakugo’s heart felt like it was going to shatter. No you idiot of course those two had already paired off. What did you think? That he would actually like you. Yeah Mr. Sunshine wants to totally kiss Mr. Doom and Destruction. Don’t be stupid. His eyes blur as he stares down at his cup. Fuck this party. Making his way back to the kitchen he trades his cup for one of the bottles of whiskey sitting on the table. Looking down at it, it’s only half full shrugging, that will be enough to take some of the edge off hopefully. Making his way to the closest bathroom he passes what seems to be all the couples possible. 

Midoriya sees where he is heading. A worried frown comes over his face, he goes to follow him, but is stopped by Iida tapping his shoulder politely asking if he would be his New Year’s kiss. Blushing, he accepts making a mental note to go find Kacchan after the kiss. He looks around for Kirishima or someone else from the Bakusquad. Not catching any of them alone he becomes slightly more worried. Confusion quickly takes over when he spots Mina and Kirishima together. Kirishma had been trying forever to ask Bakugo out. He had given Kiri the advice to test the waters tonight. As he goes to move towards him he sees Kiri frantically looking around the room seemingly searching for someone. Mina looks a little concerned as well. Midoriya even more confused makes eye contact with Kiri raising an eyebrow asking what’s wrong, Kiri does Bakugo’s signature posture. Then it all clicks, Mina was just encouraging him, she wasn’t trying to steal Kiri. Oh shit Kachaan doesn’t know that though. Fuck this isn’g good. Gesturing towards the bathroom he shoos him along. As Kiri rushes past him he grabs his arm, “You better explain to him. He grabbed a bottle before he went that way. I know he is probably confused right now so take it easy on him.” Nodding Kiri heads down the hall to the bathroom. Meanwhile Bakugo is chugging from the bottle in his hand. You have no right to be upset, you aren’t together now matter how much you want to be. You aren’t good enough for him. She is perfect. They are made for each other. She is funny, happy, friendly, and the biggest thing. She’s a girl. You will never be good enough. You are angry all the time. He will just get tired of your attitude. The most heartbreaking laugh escapes his lips. Fuck. I just want him. Lifting the bottle back up to his lips he tips it back. Draining the last of the bottle anger suddenly overrides everything else. Drawing his arm back, he chucks the bottle across the bathroom at the opposite wall next to the door. The bottle makes contact and shatters into hundreds of pieces. At the exact moment his facade shatters and the tears are running hot and fast down his face. Sobs shake his whole body. The loneliness of the situation hits him full force. He was alone, it seemed like everyone had someone and he had no one. He was sitting on the nasty bathroom floor when the countdown started. 10…..9…..8…..fuck this year……6……5……4…….3……2……At that moment the door flew open and there stood Kirishima. Scrubbing his hands down his face he tried to wipe away the tears before Kiri would see them. Kirishima rushes forward cupping his face. Confused Bakugo goes to ask him what the hell is he doing but he is cut off by a pair of lips pressing against his. Mind blanking he kisses back with everything in his soul. Trying to pour every emotion into the kiss. The confusion, the hurt, the want. As they part to catch their breath, Kirishima whispers, “Happy New Year’s Katsuki.” A grin spreads across his without his permission. Well maybe he was wrong again, maybe this year won’t suck as much as he thought. 

[sheyshocked]

Baby It’s All Just Chemistry (2/?)

Chapter title: Medic Has the Bloodiest Hands

Summary: Chemist meets the Medic and things go south very quickly.

Fandom: Team Fortress 2

Ship: Scout/Original Female Character (main), Heavy/Medic (minor), RED!Demo/BLU Soldier (minor) - all in later chapters

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, open-heart surgery

A/N:  Me: “I need to look up something about the Cold War, Interpol, and a Berlin Wall for my fic.” My bro: “Eh… and don’t you mind that it takes place in canon where New Zealand sank to the bottom of the ocean, Australians are superheroes with bushy mustaches, and where Tom Jones was killed off twice?” Me: “…I just think it’s neat.”

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Fate, if there was indeed such a thing, had a strange sense of humor. How else could Chemist explain that not even a week ago, she was waiting on death row, and now? She had a well-paid job, a roof over her head far from the greedy hands of the communist party, and as a bonus from her generous employer, a bunch of guinea pigs to take care of. Sure, most of her new coworkers seemed rather… unusual, but other than that?

It was an odd turn of events, but not an unwelcome one.

Trying to keep up with Spy and his oh-so-long legs was a losing fight. Not nearly as bad as when she walked with Scout, but at least the buck-teethed youth slowed down every now and then to let her catch up with him. Sure, she could have just asked Spy to do the same… but she didn’t want any of those guys to think she was weak right off the bat. They were all trained killers, and from what she had gathered from her talk with Miss Pauling, weren’t half-bad at their job.

Better not to let them think she would make an easy target.

They chatted a lot on their way, both in Czech and in English. It seemed like Spy had a real talent for languages. Any tongue he switched to sounded nearly immaculate if it weren’t for his prominent French accent. It was pretty impressive, to be honest.

She thought her language skills were also nothing to sneeze at – with her Czech, Slovak, English, some German, and Russian (though hell would sooner freeze over before she spoke any of that language). But she was nothing compared to Spy. And it made sense. With his line of work, he must have been to many different countries. Their family trips to Yugoslavia couldn’t compare. But she had left the Iron Curtain behind. She was free to go wherever she wanted once she gets a vacation.

It was a bitter irony now that she could see the world, all she wanted was to go home. She didn’t think she would miss her country all things considered, but she did.

To get rid of all the painful thoughts, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind: “So… that guy who’s just offered me a drink. Is it even allowed here? I mean, it sounds kinda dangerous, to be drunk on the job.”

Spy gave her a smirk. “Mademoiselle, we’re guns for ‘ire. No one cares what we are doing in our spare time, as long as there isn’t some catastrophic property damage. And you’ll soon find out that Demoman is a very ‘igh functioning drunkard. A sad one, certainly, but gets the job done.”

“Oh, right. Sorry,” she mumbled, feeling kinda silly now. It wasn’t her place to judge anyone here. God knows she had her own problems.

Just to keep the conversation flowing, she asked: “And that lanky fellow, Scout, does he flirt with everything that moves?”

This time, Spy groaned and rolled his eyes, exasperated. “Unfortunately, yes. But don’t worry. The boy is all bark and no bite. Just ignore ‘im and ‘e’ll go away.”

Called it. She knew a lot of guys like that back in her college days. Loud and obnoxious, but overall harmless. As long as it wouldn’t take poisoning his food to make him back off, they would get along just fine.

They went down a long corridor with many doors. Each had a symbol drawn upon them. They were all similar to the one she had on her Mann Co.-issued uniform. Hers depicted a flask with a skull and crossed bones. She rather liked it. It was simple, straight to the point.

Spy led her to the last entrance on the left. It was the only one without a mark. She glanced at the door next to it to get an idea of who was gonna be her neighbor – the symbol there depicted a shoe with wings. That was most likely a reference to Hermes, the messenger of gods. Whoever stayed in that room had to be quick on his feet. Her best tip was the Scout.

Just her luck. She had to bunk right next to the guy who tried to hit on her. Perfect.

Spy was kind enough to open the door for her and she waltzed right in, setting the crate on the ground next to the bed. Finally! She wouldn’t be able to carry it for much longer. She wiped the sweat off her brow and opened the lid with holes to check on the guinea pigs.

As soon as the lid went off, they all started wheeking and running around, thinking they were about to get a treat. Poor guys. The journey here was a long one and the heat nearly unbearable, but thank god, all six of them made it in a good health.

“Ugh, what’s that?” Spy scoffed, a disgusted sneer on his face. What, did he not like animals?

“My guinea pigs! To run experiments on and such.” Technically not a lie. She did get them for work. So what that she wouldn’t use them for their original purpose?

Spy didn’t seem to approve either way. “Just make sure they won’t escape their containment. I would ‘ate to ‘ave vermin running through my closet.”

“There are far worse things you could have there, you know?” she rolled her eyes. It was a little disheartening. She was hoping some of her teammates would share her enthusiasm for small rodents. But then again, looking at Spy’s neat suit, it was no wonder he didn’t. Fancy people rarely appreciated pets.

His loss.

“But don’t worry,” she reassured him. “They will get a proper cage soon. No escape attempts.”

She started rummaging through her large backpack. There should be a few carrots prepared for her little charges. Hm, but where were they now?

She brushed away her gas mask and a case with her reading glasses until her fingers closed around a pack of vegetables. Excellent.

She glanced back at Spy, who was watching her with a keen eye. “Please, is there a sink somewhere? I need to clean these and refill their water bottle.”

“Stay away from the sinks if you can. The tap water in the whole town is full of lead – that’s why we left some bottled water by your bedside.”

That made her perk up. “Lead? But that’s amazing! I haven’t studied severe lead poisoning in… well, ever! Tell me, has anyone tried it yet?”

Spy looked weirded out at first, but that was fine. Most people did. She was used to it by now. Her methods may be unorthodox, but no one could deny they were damn effective.

Just not always the way she intended.

“You might want to ask Soldier. I ‘ave a feeling ‘e didn’t get the memo.”

She grinned. “I will ask him! Thanks.” Her gaze shifted back to her guinea pigs. They were getting impatient now, climbing one another to try and get out of the box. “Oh, but I have to remember to give piggies only the bottled water. Lead might be too much for their little organisms, poor things.”

Well, she should get down to business.

As she was taking care of her pets, humming a soft tune while doing so, Spy was watching her with his piercing gaze. It made her nervous as all hell.

No way I’m gonna unpack my things in front of him, she thought solemnly.

“There, all done,” she turned to face him once again, trying to appear more stoic than she felt. Only then she realized she was fidgeting with her hands like some damn schoolgirl. Drat! So much so for trying to seem tough. “Eh, you said you need to take me to the Medic’s office for a check-up, right? How about we go now?”

Thank god he didn’t comment on her unease, even though he had to see it clear as day. Instead, he accommodated her, saying: “Of course. Follow me.”

He gave her a quick tour through the entire base, showing her all the important places – shooting range, laundry room, Engie’s workshop, rec room as well as the showers. That last one gave her a pause.

It reminded her of her prison experience. No booths, no privacy, nothing. Just a bunch of ugly shower heads sticking from the walls. At least the tiles looked somewhat clean, but that set the bar pretty low.

Bloody hell. Off to a great start.

“I guess you don’t have a women’s bathroom here, right?”

It wouldn’t make much sense, since she had yet to see another woman on the base, but hey. Hope dies last.

“Non.”

…Hope died in the vanguard.

“But that’s quite easy to fix. We can always create a schedule, so you won’t ‘ave to share with the others.”

Well, it was far from ideal, but it was something. Either way, she was glad Spy was so considerate. He could also tell her to suck it up, that she is now a mercenary first and woman second, but something told her he also wasn’t fond of communal showers. Had to be that balaclava of his. The air of secrecy around him.

Did he ever take it off in front of the others?

“Thanks, that sounds great.” She paused for a few seconds, squinting at the door. There was no lock on it. “And they won’t peek or anything while I’m in here?”

Spy honest to god chuckled. “I doubt it. We may be the scum of society, Mademoiselle, but we would never ‘arass a teammate like that. But if someone does? You ‘ave every right to shoot them right between the eyes.”

Finally, they turned around the corner and went to the Medic’s domain. Spy stopped right in front of the door with a big red cross on it and lit himself a cigarette. Then, he turned towards Chemist. “I’ll ‘ave to leave you now, I still ‘ave other business to attend to. It was a pleasure meeting you, Chemist. Au revoir.”

With that, he pressed a button on his watch and disappeared into a thick cloud of smoke. Some of it got stuck in her nose and made her sneeze. Woah, what the hell was that? Her eyes darted around in a desperate attempt to find him, but no luck. Wonderful. A man who could become invisible on a whim had to be a pain in the neck on the battlefield.

But the clock was ticking. She better get this over with and see the Medic.

It would be rude to enter without knocking, she thought, so she first rapped her knuckles on the door. No response. She heard faint music through the wood (it sounded like Beethoven, but she couldn’t be quite sure), so he was definitively in there. Just didn’t hear her. She tried once more, but with the same results. That’s when she threw her politeness aside and simply invited herself in.

Unfortunately, she ran into a tall dark-haired man who looked like he was about to exit the clinic. He nearly dropped the folder of papers he was carrying. “Ah, entschuldigung, Mädchen! I haven’t heard you come in!”

Oh. So their doctor was German. And a handsome one, too. Not that it mattered or anything! It just caught her off guard. She wasn’t expecting so many fellow Europeans on the team. It made her feel a little more at home.

“No, no, I apologize, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have barged in like this when you didn’t hear me knocking the first time. Anyway,” she pushed a hand in between them for him to shake, but she did it so clumsily that she nearly punched him in the stomach. “I’m Chemist, your new coworker. Nice to meet you, sir…”

Amazing, she had to roll her eyes at her own antics and chuckled nervously in an attempt to save her face. As if anything could save after this horrible display. Are you gonna twirl your hair in front of him like some dumb teenager too? Pull your act together!

Thank god the good doctor didn’t make a meal out of it. He even giggled – did she hear that right, did he really giggle? – before shaking her hand. Much like Engie, he had a nice, steady grip.

“Medic, at your service.” He bowed to her, which made her chuckle a little. It was so silly and charming at the same time. No one has ever done this to her before. “Tell me, have you seen Heavy around? I was waiting for him to stop by, but he still hasn’t shown up.”

Her face fell. “The big guy? Sure. He was in the cafeteria.”

“That does sound like him,” the doctor chuckled while fondly rolling his eyes. “He gets so distracted by his sandwiches he forgets all about time. But nevermind. Let me look at you.”

Once she nodded, he started studying her features with rapt attention. He even circled her a few times, raising her arm as if he were testing her joints. Odd, but she let him do whatever he had to do. In the end, he gave her a toothy wolf-like grin.

“You seem to have a perfect bone structure. That’s wunderbar! At least you’ll be able to take quite a few punches before collapsing.”

“Um, thanks…?”

“A mere observation, Fräulein. Don’t worry about it.” A sinister smile found its way onto his face. No matter how handsome he was, it was still creepy as hell. It wasn’t enough to make her reconsider all of her life choices that led her here, but it was still pretty damn close. “You are also just the right size for me to use that Loch Ness monster’s heart I’ve been saving for special occasions. What a lucky day!”

…Okay, this was weird. What was he even talking about? A Loch Ness monster’s heart? Unfortunately, before she could ask what did he mean, he ushered her deeper into the room, showing her an empty chair to sit on. “But first let’s start with your examination, ja? Take a seat, please. I will be right back.”

Too late to run, she obeyed, looking around so she could figure out an escape route, in case something went amiss. Not that she believed it would, it was just better to be prepared. Being hunted down by the police taught her that.

The room was large, probably fit to serve as a surgical theatre in need, and cramped with all sorts of medical equipment. The first thing that caught her attention was the huge examination table standing right innocuously in the middle. There was some sort of an… instrument? hanging above it. It looked like a homemade gun, but not quite. Hm, what purpose could it possibly serve?

She also noticed an old record player, the one she heard playing before she entered the clinic, lots of buckets for some reason, a fridge (for snacks?), and… wait. What was that noise?

First, she heard a soft fluttering of multiple wings, then, cooing. She looked up and noticed a flock of snow-white birds, just hanging around. One with suspiciously dirty feathers flew down and sat on Medic’s shoulder, who immediately started petting him and crooning at him. Such an adorable view. It took her almost embarrassingly long to realize there were living birds inside the infirmary, which should have high hygienic standards.

“You have doves here?”

Medic snapped his head around as if he only now remembered she was waiting there. “Oh, ja. Miss Pauling ordered me to keep them in a cage after the last incident, but they always seem to find a way to break out and free themselves. Isn’t that right, Archimedes?”

He gently ruffled the feathers of the dirty dove sitting on his shoulder, who gave him an agreeable coo in return. Wait. The bird’s name was Archimedes? Aww. Now that she thought about it, she still had to name her guinea pigs.

“They are cute. Can I pet one?”

This seemed to take Medic by surprise, but after giving it some thought, he shrugged, nearly shaking poor Archimedes off. “Hm, I don’t see why not. Just be careful. They have very sharp beaks.”

He picked some basic medical instruments like a stethoscope and that thing for measuring blood pressure (with that horrible long name in English she could never memorize) and walked back towards her with Archimedes ready on his arm. The little bird was watching her with his tiny bead-like eyes. But once she reached for him, he let out a screech and flew away.

“Archimedes, that’s rude! Sorry, Fräulein, he’s a little bit shy around new people. Give him time. In the meantime, we can proceed with your check-up, hm?”

She nodded with a slight pout. She couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed Archimedes didn’t take a liking to her immediately. But then again, Medic was right – pets took a lot of time to warm up to a person. Besides, she had more pressing matters to worry about right now.

The examination was pretty standard – some measuring of weight and height as well as blood pressure. The good doctor listened to her heart, took a sample of her blood (probably more than was needed, but hey, she wasn’t complaining), and asked some simple if a bit uncomfortable questions. The usual stuff.

In the end, he seemed quite pleased with the results, which made her feel oddly proud. Like she just got a good mark from her favorite college professor. Completely normal.

But then it took a sharp turn.

“All right, nothing seems to be out of the ordinary, except for the slight arrhythmia. That means it’s time for the surgery!” he flashed her that grin from ear to ear again. “Strip down to the waist and lie down on the examination table, bitte.”

WHAT?!

It happened so fast, her brain had trouble catching up. Confusion and concern in equal measure flooded her mind. And everything became much worse when she saw the scary-looking bone saw he pulled out from somewhere.

“Wait, hold on!” she choked up, her throat feeling way too constricted to talk normally. “You said everything was fine, so what kind of surgery are you talking about?!”

He arched one eyebrow at her, puzzled. As if she was the one who was acting unreasonably, and not him. “You haven’t read the contract?”

Can’t say she did. Not the entire thing. It’s hard to pay attention when you are on the run from jail. The only condition she read thoroughly was that any relationships between the two teams were strictly forbidden, but that didn’t make much sense to her back then. So she frantically shook her head, which made Medic frown.

The only thing scarier than his smiles was his dissatisfied face.

“One of the requirements for this job is open-heart surgery. In short, I’m gonna replace your heart, so it won’t explode inside your ribcage when I use my übercharge on you. Any questions before we get on with it?”

Oh Lord. She was gonna die here, wasn’t she?

But not without a fight.

There was a scalpel lying on the table right next to her arm. It wouldn’t be her weapon of choice under any circumstances, but right now it was her best shot. Her hand shook so badly when she grabbed it. Without thinking twice, she struck blindly in the general direction of the madman.

A sharp hiss told her she haven’t missed.

She opened her eyes only to see a nasty, bleeding scar on one of Medic’s sharp cheeks. There was a dangerous gleam in his eyes. She wasn’t gonna stand around and wait for him to strike back.

Before he could grab her and probably slam her on the table like a disobedient cat, she slipped right underneath his arm (advantage of being this short, she mused) and ran for the door. Thank god it wasn’t that far.

She reached for the handle, pressed it… and got nothing. The door was stuck. Damn it! This was like a prom night all over again. A living nightmare. Did he lock the door when she wasn’t looking?! Cold sweat ran down her forehead as she started pulling it about with all her weight, praying it would open. But it didn’t.

Well, she was positively screwed.

By now, he had enough time to get to her. He didn’t, though. Why? Afraid of what she was about to see, she glanced over her shoulder, the scalpel still in her hand, prepared to go for the throat if necessary, and was taken by surprise when she spotted Medic at the same place where she had left him, one finger stuck in the air as if he wanted to say something and was rudely interrupted.

The sheer bizarreness of the situation made her stop right in her tracks and stare at him owlishly, waiting for what he was about to do. She regretted not having her chemicals here. Even a stupid chlorine would do.

“Fräulein? Don’t try to force the door open, you’ll only make it worse. It gets jammed quite frequently. Now, calm down, it’s only a minor procedure, we all went through with it, even Herr Scout, so stop being such a baby and hop on the table. I won’t ask again.”

“Open-heart surgery, a minor procedure?!” she sputtered. “In what universe?”

He rolled his eyes at her. “In this one. You’ll see. So, what will it be? Do I have to restrain you or will you behave?”

This was so messed up, but something told her that undergoing it tied down to the table would be much worse, so she decided to obey, at least until she gets another opportunity to run. She climbed on the operating table and took off her lab coat, shirt, and after some hesitation, her bra. Heh, and to think Medic seeing her breasts became the least of her problems right now…

The doctor turned his back towards her, maybe to give her some semblance of privacy or, and that was the most likely option, to ready his instruments. There was her chance. She could knock him out and make a run for it.

Unfortunately, before she could grab something heavy, Medic turned towards her with a sadistic smirk on his face. Shit. Too late now.

“Are you at least going to give me anesthesia?”

Medic looked at her as if she grew a second head. Surely he couldn’t mean… “Nein, nein, that would be a waste. You won’t feel a thing anyway.”

Jesus Christ. She felt her heart beating so fast it could break her ribs and march out of her chest on its own. No need for surgery. Any second now, she was going to faint. Maybe that’s what Medic meant when he argued she won’t need any anesthesia. But then he turned the odd gun-like thing hanging above her on. She was immediately flooded with a strange tingling sensation.

“What’s that?”

“This? Oh, that’s just Quick-fix. It instantly heals you, so you won’t bleed out. Feels good, ja?”

“I don’t know. It’s… odd.”

The mad doctor leaned his head down in front of the scarlet fumes and turned his still-bleeding cheek towards it. A few seconds after that, the wound healed itself, not even leaving a scar behind. Chemist choked up on her saliva. What sorcery was this?! Well, not sorcery, everything had to have a scientific explanation, she just couldn’t find one right now.

“Woah! Doctor, what’s in those fumes? It’s not nitrous oxide, is it? I was trying to make something like this all my life and…”

Medic smirked. “Curious little thing, aren’t you? You know what, I might as well tell you if you stop squirming and let me do my job. Do we have a deal?”

“Deal!” With interest piqued, she ceased wiggling around and observed what was happening.

Having her chest split open with a scalpel was far from a pleasant sight, but she had to admit it didn’t hurt. Not even a little bit. Despite chattering and tittering the entire time, Medic worked fast and his hand was steady.

“Where are you from, Chemist? I’m from Stuttgart myself, but I’ve been quite the globetrotter, so I’m wondering if we’ve ever crossed paths before.”

She sincerely doubted it. She has never been to Germany, and even if, Stuttgart was “on the other side of the Berlin Wall”. Off-limits for people like her. “Perhaps. I’ve lived and studied in Prague.”

Medic’s face suddenly lit up. “Ah, Prague. Wonderful city. I spent some time there when I was younger. But then Interpol caught a whiff of my trail and I had to move again.”

“Wait. You’ve been searched for by Interpol?!”

“Ah heh, ja. It’s a little bit embarrassing. Happened shortly after I lost my medical license. Now now, stop hyperventilating, bitte. You’re spoiling my cuts.”

Easy for him to say. He didn’t have a man operating on him without a license. But then again, perhaps she should have been more surprised he had one in the first place. Everything about this was screaming malpractice. Even though she couldn’t deny he showed a lot of skill and precision while baring her organs underneath the skin and bones.

It took a while, but finally, her chest was wide open. At first, she tried to avoid looking at her innards, simply because it was too weird – and that was coming from a person who willingly joined a bunch of deranged mercenaries – but then Medic let out a fascinated whistle. She had to see what was going on. So she glanced down… and yelped.

When did her organs become so dark and shriveled? Her heart looked like an ugly little prune, liver resembled stone. Some other parts she couldn’t even recognize. Gross! How did this happen? And what did it even mean? Was she gonna die at the ripe age of twenty-three?

“Uh… this is not supposed to look like this, is it?” she asked, her voice getting an octave higher with hysteria. The piece of charcoal she called a heart immediately started pumping more blood into her body, preparing her for fight or flight. But what was she hoping to escape? Her own mangled guts?

Medic once again pushed his glasses up his nose, careful not to smudge them with her blood, which was still red and healthy-looking, thank god. Only then it came to her that he wasn’t wearing his gloves. How hygienic. Maybe sepsis would get her sooner than this madness.

“Ooh, fascinating! I’ve never seen so much damage in one body before.” Was that supposed to calm her down?! “I would have to run some tests to be sure what caused it, but given your line of profession… have you ever been poisoned, Chemist?”

That’s when it finally clicked. Oh. She gave him a tight little nod.

“Thought so. That had to be one hell of a toxin. I’m impressed you’re even alive.”

Despite everything, she forced a smug smile. “Thanks. It was my own recipe.”

“I see. Have you always had suicidal tendencies?”

“What? No, it wasn’t… it was an experiment gone wrong. I was testing a new solution and the next thing I remember, I woke up in a hospital. It’s simple as that.”

She never liked to talk about it. Not only because it was embarrassing, but also because no one ever understood. Not even her sister. Or dad. They all thought she was sick in the head. Poor little girl, playing with bad things hoping they would do any good. Bah! But Medic, he got it. She saw it in his eyes. That mad spark. His smile full of teeth.

“Splendid. A woman of science who’s also not afraid of experimentation. Though I would recommend using willing test subjects next time, rather than delving into it yourself. The results are more reliable, then. Much more satisfying, too.”

“Perhaps. But I kinda like it my way.” She was hoping he would leave it at that, and he did. With agreeable harumph, he went back to work.

“I’ll have to replace most of this, but don’t worry – you’ll soon be as good as new. Maybe even better.” His eyes shifted toward the mysterious fridge. So no snacks then. Shame. “Hm, now that I think about it, I don’t have any fresh livers at the moment. I used the last one on Herr Demoman. Ah, doesn’t matter. I’ll send Miss Pauling a request, it’ll just take a while. Come back later this week and we’ll get you all set up before your first real battle, ja?”

“All right. Thanks, doctor.”

“Don’t mention it. It’s my job. And also a hobby.”

He started digging around in her chest, cutting free the sad excuse of organs one by one and replacing them for more healthy-looking counterparts (she couldn’t help but notice he stuck some strange metal device in her new heart. Hopefully it was no self-destructive gizmo or something equally bad). She quickly lost track of time. It was taking soooo long. Even though Medic tried to humor her by talking to her, she still grew bored fairly quickly. She wasn’t used to just lay on her back, doing nothing. Solving equations in her head only helped so much.

She was just about to ask how much longer will it take, when Medic wiped the sweat off his brow and said: “All right, all done for now.”

He flipped the switch on the Quick-fix and… Woah! A gasp was punched straight out of her lungs as her flesh and bones started mending themselves right in front of her eyes. Just like that. It was done faster than it began, and Chemist immediately pawed at her chest, trying to find any proof she was operated on but found none. Not even a slight dent. If it didn’t go against everything she believed in, she would say it was a miracle.

Medic handed her her lab coat, so she quickly covered herself, then sat at the edge of the table and with stars in her eyes breathed out: “Doctor, that was amazing! I really didn’t feel a thing! Now you have to tell me everything about those fumes.”

He laughed before indulging her.

***

She spent another hour or so at the Medic’s office, just chatting about his greatest invention, but then Heavy showed up and she had to go. Maybe it was for the best. No offense, but she didn’t want to spend more time than she necessarily had to with some big scary Russian guy. Not after what happened back home.

Besides, the doctor seemed eager to shoo her away as soon as the other member of the team turned up. Pity. Or not. She still had no idea what to think of him. On one hand, he was extremely intelligent and seemed to know what he was doing. On the other, he was unhinged with no regard for ethics or morals. The duality of a man.

Well, it ended up way better than she expected. Which wasn’t saying much, since she thought she was going to be slaughtered and made into čevabčiči, but that wasn’t the point.

She whistled on her way back to her room. She felt so much lighter now. It better not be because the doctor forgot to put something essential back in, she shuddered at the thought, but she quickly put it behind herself. She was fine. Everything would be just fine.

As soon as the door closed behind her, she leaned against its frame, letting out a big sigh. Finally alone. Now she could look around, take it all in and unpack her things.

The room was small and very plain with only a simple bed, a small table and a wardrobe, a telephone, and the crate currently occupied by guinea pigs. Nothing special, but as a student, she survived worse. She grabbed her backpack and started unpacking.

She had just prepared clothes and her mask for tomorrow’s training when the phone started ringing. Odd. She wasn’t expecting a call. The only people she knew were still trapped in the old continent, so it could be only her boss. She picked it up and was greeted by Miss Pauling’s warm voice: “Chemist, it’s Pauling here. I got you the bag and all the chemicals you requested. I will drop by tomorrow and bring it to you.”

“So soon? Well, thank you, Miss. I was worried I was asking for too much, but it seems like you have it all covered, huh?”

“You bet,” Miss Pauling chuckled. “You’re welcome, by the way. Anyway, how did meeting the team go? I know they can be a bit too much, but you’ll soon get used to it, trust me.”

She chuckled. That was an understatement of the year, but she would take it. “It was fine. They were all very nice, all things considered. It’s just a lot to take in, I guess.”

“I know what you mean. Take your time. You’ll see it gets better.” A pause. Then: “Oh, and one more thing – I’ll have to speak with you in private once I see you. It’s about your sister.”

That made Chemist straighten up, hope filling her voice as she croaked out: “My sister? Have you found her? Is she… is she all right? Please tell me she’s all right.”

She heard a rustle on the other side, followed by a sigh. “I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you more right now. I promise I’ll explain when we meet again. Until then… goodnight, Chemist. Try to get some sleep. It’s a big day tomorrow.”

Disappointed, Chemist sank on her bed, the telephone still in her hand. Her only luck was that the wire was long enough so she could lie down without having to cut the call. “I see. Well, it was worth a shot. Goodnight, Miss Pauling. And thanks again. For everything.”

The call ended with a sheepish noise coming from the other end. Chemist held the phone receiver to her chest long after the sound of Miss Pauling’s voice was gone. She was the bravest, most badass woman she had ever met. She singlehandedly led her out of jail and smuggled her out of the country. If anyone could save Marie, it was her. She just had to be patient. Do her job, fight tooth and nail and wait. She could do that.

She stole one last long look at the picture now sitting on her bedside table before she went to undress and slip under the covers.

Hopefully, tomorrow would bring good things.

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Translations and context: Spy: Au revoir – goodbye Medic: Entschuldigung, Mädchen – sorry, girl Medic: That’s wunderbar – That’s wonderful Medic: Fräulein – Miss Medic: Bitte – please

“family trips to Yugoslavia” – Yugoslavia was one of the few countries people from Czechoslovakia could visit (but getting permission to travel there wasn’t easy and usually part of the family had to stay, so those who went wouldn’t be tempted to emigrate). It was much easier to travel to Bulgaria, Hungary, Romania, or East Germany, but Yugoslavia remained one of the most popular. “nitrous oxide” – commonly known as a “laughing gas”, it has anesthetic and pain-reducing effects “Berlin wall” – also called “Wall of Shame” by the western authorities and “Anti-Fascist Protection Rampart” by the eastern ones, was built in 1961 (seven years before this story takes place) to separate West Germany from the East. East Berliners weren’t allowed to cross the border at all and risked being gunned down if they tried to escape “Interpol” – International Criminal Police Organization, founded on 7th September 1923 in Vienna under the name International Criminal Police Commission (ICPC), it got its name in 1956 (so only twelve years before the story of TF2 takes place; Medic would probably use the older name, but for the sake of clarity, I used the “newer” one) “čevabčiči” – common food made from minced meat served in many restaurants during the socialist era (but still popular to this day)

[noro-noro-noro]

long dream with unpleasant ending

started with like .... a bunch of different competing companies (or maybe just 2-4) were investigating the caves on this planet. something happened, some of us got separated or the othe teams died & we ran away, & the survivors (me from my team, 2 dudes from a more aggro team, one other guy that was also against me) all ended up in a featureless white backrooms like area. There were coilhead like creatures that instead of manniquins looked like paper maiche that paced around, & they'd run towards you if they heard sound. there were several other sound activated creatures too. one was a quadruped more catlike but its face had a bunch of sensory tendrils coming out instead. first the two people were threatening me & the other guy, but the other guy slipped their notice to escape & immediately got domed by the paper maiche man, so now we were forced into an uneasy alliance. the area interior had a lot of pillars, bathroom stalls, etc, & a paper tiger was chasing the other tow down. i ended up making a break for it, but then had to start tiptoeing bc a paper man busted out of a stall right in front of me. the next corner had some tables & crap that i had to jump on top of because the thing heard me, & i wasn't sure if they could jump. but they could! so i ended up sprinting around a corner down the hall.

at this point it zoomed out to be like a 2d video game cutscene where i watched the guy i was playing struggle through increasingly messy (but they did have color!) piles of rubble and rock until i eventually burst out into a wide open area taken over by another mining(?) company. they had some machinery & then also cafeteria tables off to the side.

somehow nobody noticed me, so once i got control of my guy again i grabbed some set aside clothing & a mask frfom a table. the mask looked like if a dimension shredder corrosion was localized to the face only, so i just put that on.

some people saw me & started cvalling me david & told me to sit at their table. i couldn't just ignore them so i did, bt fortunately david never took his mask off or spoke apparently (he'd lost his tongue or jaw at some point in there?) & i wsa able to stpo by, nod hello, & then keep going until i could find somewhere in the barracks to catch my breath & figure out my next steps since i did NOT want to work in there again.

at this point i woke up & went back to sleep & now i was my normal self instead of cave guy covered in white dust under his mask, & the setting was more "highschool overnight trip" vibes rather than scary mining camp. unfortunately there was a guy a few years younger than me that had a crush on me & kept following me around. eventually he "talked me into" getting intimate with him in exchange for helping me get back to where i was supposed to go (the goal from first part of getting home was still there). i won't go into detail here. & then he was all puppy dog eyes thinking we were going to get into a relationship or something. no bro i'm blocking you as soon as i get home. i love dreams where i wake up & affirm i'm still ace.

[indie-bard-maiden]

~The Clinic~

(the Vampire story, apart of my short story collection 'The Ballad of Hollowfaye' also available to read on Wattpad).

Synopsis:

A girl notices her boyfriend has been acting quite strange since she had sex with him for the first time during a family camping trip. Eyes turning black, not reflecting in mirrors, head burying into her neck for longer than should be necessary. Even if bro IS a little horny. What is wrong with him?

Little does she know, Bro is going through it. He is, after all, the one with eyes turning black, the one not reflecting in mirrors, the one who keeps burying his head into his girlfriend's neck with an insatiable thirst he's never known before. WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM???

Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

Word Count: (to be determined)

(Ch. 3)

Her heart was pounding, blood seeping out of her knees and shins. Her sobs didn't mask the sound of the fresh blood pumping through her veins, they enhanced it.

She was talking to him. But he was barely hanging on, barely keeping control, barely able to register her words or their meaning. He couldn't remember to breathe—which scared him...

Then, he remembered he didn't have to, his lungs no longer knew how. For days he hadn't used them, hadn't taken a single breath. Remembering that only scared him more.

What he did know was Litha thought the sex was the problem. She was right.

Something else that scared him? That he'd liked burying his face in her neck, and liked was an understatement. He kissed her all over her body, not just because he wanted to, but because he was scared of what would happen if he let himself linger too long.

And then, as the night drew on, and they were still tangled around each other and their breaths were quickening and their lips swollen from their unbroken kisses and his thrusts were sloppy, he realized it wasn't just her neck.

It wasn't just anything. It was her. The taste of her skin, the pounding beneath it, her scent, her mouth, her tongue. He could taste the essence of it—whatever it was that was drawing him in, but he couldn't get quite close enough to reach it, quite deep enough to sink his teeth in and lose control.

He finished before the thought could settle.

But then he came to with his face back in her neck, kissing along the hard thump thump thump, teeth scraping against her skin, begging for more. The fear came then—that nauseating lurch in his stomach repelling him into rigidness.

Because he saw his father feasting on his mother—full, dense, and drunk—and it still not being enough. His mother twitching, trying to fight him off, fighting for her life—and it still not being enough. Her collapsing in his arms... Weightless, weak, the fight already over.

Whatever was in the air before was lost.

He lifted his head up to look at her, worried she might've heard his thoughts or felt his instincts. She was breathing hard, eyes clenched shut, arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer as if she wasn't afraid—no matter what he was.

No... It wasn't lost completely, not yet. It would be if she didn't leave. She'd be dead in his arms, and he wouldn't realize anything was wrong until there was nothing left of her to feast on.

What the fuck was he thinking? These thoughts—they didn't belong to him.

She'd be gone before he could explain because it's been DAYS since the uncontrollable, insatiable hunger started, and he still had no idea what it was. He couldn't ask his mom because he couldn't bear to remind her of his father. But he knew this had everything to do with him.

Every single night, the past he'd tried so hard to forget returned to him bit by bit, and every morning his stomach growled with a growing emptiness. The dreams couldn't plague him while he was awake so he no longer slept. 

The hunger though... The hunger was ever-present and deepening.

"You should go, Lith."

The hopeful gleam in her eye extinguished again. Couldn't she see he was trying to save her? Couldn't she see he could barely keep himself in one spot, that he had to fight himself to stay away from her? Couldn't she see that he was losing?

"Then let me go."

He blinked at her tone, at her words, before he looked down to where he was already holding her, ready to pull her into him. By When had it happened?

His mouth flooded at the rhythm beneath his fingertips.

The nauseating lurch fought him back again, and he realized not for the first time that he was indebted to it. He released her as if her touch blistered him and stumbled backward until the crumbling brick scraped his flaring flesh.

The anger that marred her face was replaced by concern again.

"Sol—" The self-doubt in her voice had been replaced by pity for him. It made him sick.

"Litha, please, I'm begging you." She flinched, nearly losing her balance, nearly falling down the ladder. He could see it: the blood seeping from her skull, lifeless eyes staring but not seeing.

"You have to get away from me." His voice was distant, even from him. That couldn't be him talking, could it? He was so far away.

He sank deeper into the mind fog, and there was nothing to grab onto, nothing to keep him from falling. What would he find when he came to again?

"You look terrible, baby," it was an echo in the darkness, "Let me take you to the doctor."

The heat was all-encompassing, scorching him from the inside-out. And it wasn't a mere blaze, it was an empty inferno. The flames yearned for something, something that they craved from her.

"I need... you...to go..." He just barely choked out the words from the smoke in his lungs.

Rattling, cracking, and creaking; then more heat as she wrapped him in her arms.

He'd tried to get away from her. As soon as the dreams started months ago. In the spring of their junior year when he was still applying to colleges, and Litha had wanted to come with him wherever he went.

"Hollowfaye Community College wouldn't be too bad, you know?" One look at his face and she'd laughed, "Except you'd be stuck here for the rest of your life." She lowered her pitch and puffed her chest, trying to emulate him and all the times that he'd said it before.

"I can't stay here," He'd whispered, and their smiles fell because they knew it was true.

Back then, he had to leave before his father found him again. He was too late for that—too late to save himself. Now he had to leave before it was too late for her too.

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