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briefinquiries · 3 months ago

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Tyler Owens x Reader: Say Don't Go

Request: Anonymous asked: “I think your writing is one of the best on here for Tyler <3 i’d love to read your take on the reader sticking out a big tornado with Tyler, i guess similar to the rodeo scene in the movie with Kate but i’d like to read your own take on him just comforting the reader and making sure they get through it <3”

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: Blood & injury mention, tornado, hurt / comfort

A/N: thank you so so much for the kind words :((( absolutely loving these requests & all of the comments / replies to my recent tyler fics. please keep them coming!!

“You could’ve stayed home if you didn’t want to come,” you said to Tyler frustratedly.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to come,” he replied, trailing behind you as you ventured into another store. “I just didn’t realize that picking up a birthday gift was going to entail being at the mall ‘til sun down.”

“I told you I didn’t have anything picked out and that I’d probably have to look around–” you reminded him, stopping in your tracks so that you could turn to face him.

Tyler put his hands up in surrender. “I know, I know. I’m sorry, I’ll shut up.”

As soon as he backed down, your gaze immediately softened. “Well I don’t want you to be miserable,” you said as you crossed your arms.

The corner of Tyler’s lip tugged upward in a cheeky grin. “Now how could I ever be miserable when I’m spendin’ time with you?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile that crept across your face. “Yeah, whatever,” you said with a smirk. “Why don’t you head to the food court? Once I finish up, I’ll come find you.”

He tilted his head to the side, like a puppy looking for permission. “You sure?”

You nodded, adjusting the bag slung over your shoulder. “Yeah, of course. Just, don’t get ice cream without me,” you warned.

Tyler took a step forward so that you were now only inches apart. You felt his hand rest on the small of your back before he pulled you closer and leaned forward. The second that you felt his lips press against yours in a soft, gentle kiss, all of the annoyance and frustration you’d previously felt melted away in the blink of an eye. Even though you and Tyler had been together for nearly two years now, he still had that kind of effect on you.

When he stepped away, a smile lingered on his lips.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he assured you.

You kept your eyes trained on the back of his head as he made his way from the store, because the truth was– even when he pissed you off, you loved him more than you’d ever loved anything.

Only when he was out of sight did you finally turn and resume your search. As much as you loved spending time with Tyler, you had to admit it was easier to shop around without him constantly moaning and groaning the entire time.

You settled into the silence, taking your time as you made your way through the store. After inspecting all of the assorted knick knacks and smelling nearly every candle in the place, you finally settled on a necklace for your mom’s upcoming birthday.

Once you’d paid, you tucked the jewelry box inside your bag and began making your way out of the store, planning to head straight for the food court to find Tyler.

Except the second you stepped out of the store, you nearly jumped out of your skin at the loud sound of cracking thunder above. It was close– enough so the building trembled. You watched as other shoppers stopped in their tracks too.

And then, to your absolute dismay, you heard the emergency alert systems on everyone’s phones start going off in unison.

You pulled yours out of your pocket and read the message flashing across your screen.

National Weather Service: TORNADO WARNING in this area until 8:30 PM CDT. Take shelter now in a basement or an interior room on the lowest floor of a sturdy building. If you are outdoors, in a mobile home, or in a vehicle, move to the closest substantial shelter and protect yourself from flying debris. Check media for more information.

You swallowed thickly before glancing up from your phone. Gradually, others began doing the same. Then, as soon as everyone had read the warning and realized what was going on, panic ensued.

People began running in all directions– pushing others aside and rushing towards exits. You tried your best to remain calm, but you couldn’t ignore the fear spreading through you.

Instantly, your eyes began scanning the crowd as you instinctively began looking for Tyler.

He’ll come for you, you thought. Tyler will come.

But that didn’t mean you couldn’t meet him halfway. You tried to keep close to the wall to prevent being crushed in the crowd– unfortunately for you though, other people had the same idea. As hard as you tried to keep to the side, soon, you were sucked right into the mass of people. The only thing you could do was move with them and try desperately to stay on your feet as everyone pushed and shoved their way around you.

Eventually, you dared to careen your neck up and scan for him. At first, all you saw was chaos– but people all seemed to be moving in the same direction now. You watched as parents picked up their children and spouses grabbed each other’s hands. Employees ran out of stores and customers dropped bags.

It took a few minutes, but eventually, you spotted a familiar tuft of sandy brown hair– the only person in eyesight moving against the crowd.

“Tyler!” you screamed.

He reacted to your voice, his head turning in the direction he thought it was coming from.

“Tyler!” you yelled again.

This time, his eyes landed right on yours.

But before you could even sigh the breath of relief that was sitting in your chest, you felt something, or rather someone jab into your side. The force was enough to make you stumble on your feet and fall to the ground with a thud. People continued rushing by– feet stepping on you, knees colliding into your back. At one point, you tried to place your hand on the floor to give yourself enough leverage to stand up, but as soon as you did, a white converse stomped right on your fingers, causing you to hiss out in pain.

Panic began creeping up your throat– making it harder to breathe, let alone think of a plan. A dark cloud began clouding your vision, numbing your senses to what was happening around you. Until suddenly, you heard your name being called. The sound broke through the haze. Before you could react, you felt two hands sliding underneath your armpits from behind. And suddenly, you were being hoisted up from the ground.

“I got you,” Tyler’s voice said in your ear. You didn’t even get a chance to turn and look at him before he was pushing you forward. “We gotta move.”

Thankfully, his grip under your arms never faltered, otherwise you were sure you wouldn’t have been able to keep up. But eventually, Tyler pushed you towards the outer edge of the busy mall hallway. Once you were no longer in danger of being flattened by the crowd, he spun you around– hands clutching your shoulders tightly while he blocked the remaining traffic from reaching you.

“Are you hurt?”

You shook your head. At least you didn’t think you were… But when you glanced down at yourself, you quickly realized why Tyler even asked. Your button down shirt was ripped– presumably from being grabbed, and the tank top beneath it had a few spots of blood splattered across the fabric. You weren’t even sure where it came from.

“We gotta go,” Tyler said urgently.

“The shelter–” you began, but Tyler shook his head.

“Everyone’s heading that way, it’ll be full by now. Plus, we don’t have time– I looked outside and… it’s close.”

“What do we do?” you asked, voice trembling with fear.

Tyler let his arms fall from your shoulders and instead grabbed onto one of your hands. He gave it a reassuring squeeze before nodding in the opposite direction of where everyone else was running.

“The stairwell,” he said.

You nodded shakily. “Okay.”

With that, Tyler was off– weaving his way in and out of the crowd. Luckily, it had thinned out dramatically– most people heading towards the parking lot or the storm shelter on the other side of the mall. Once you broke away from the thickest part of the crowd, Tyler’s grip loosened slightly on your hand.

“C’mon,” he urged, leading you around the corner. At the very end of the hallway was the door that led to the stairwell.

But you only made it a few feet down the hallway before you felt the floor shake beneath your feet. Only moments after, there was a loud bang just as a chunk of the roof was being ripped off the building.

“Tyler–” you yelled.

“Keep going,” he pleaded.

With part of the roof separated, you could hear the winds whipping outside more clearly. The sound was deafening, like a freight train barrelling right for you.

But even above the raging winds– you heard the cries of someone nearby. You looked to your left to see a mother and her child huddled underneath a display booth.

“Tyler,” you said again, tugging on his arm.

He slowed down, turning towards where your eyes were fixated. He hesitated, clearly conflicted on what to do.

“We have to help them,” you said.

His eyes scanned yours desperately before he nodded. “Wait here,” he said, releasing your hand.

You watched as Tyler crossed the hall– trying to avoid the debris now falling from the roof. He called something out to the woman, but you couldn’t hear above the sound of the wind. It was enough to catch her attention though, because soon she was passing her son to Tyler. The poor boy couldn’t have been older than five or six. Tyler pulled him to his side with ease before reaching his other arm out and helping the mother up from underneath the table.

Once she was on her feet, Tyler passed her back her son and pointed towards where you stood against the wall. She tucked her son’s head against her chest and began hurrying forward– Tyler at her heels as they fought against the increasing winds.

“Take my hand,” you yelled. With the arm she wasn’t using to support her son, she reached for you.

You grasped onto her and helped pull her against the wall.

“Go to the stairwell,” you explained. “Get underneath them, as low as you can.”

She nodded, unshed tears glistening in her eyes before she began heading down the hall.

Just then, you heard a deafening crack. You turned to see another piece of the roof being pulled off– causing large chunks of debris to begin falling.

“Get down!” you heard Tyler holler. Using your arm, you shielded your head the best you could and shrank to the floor as the largest piece fell. A cloud of dust enveloped you as soon as it landed and you felt small pieces of debris bouncing against your skin– After a brief moment, you dared to look up.

But Tyler was no longer standing in front of you.

“Tyler!” you screamed. Without thinking, you moved forward, trying your best to stay low. But despite your best efforts, you were still caught off guard by the piece of metal that blew past your head, slicing open your skin– “Fuck!” you yelled, grabbing at your temple. When you pulled your hand away, your fingers were coated in a thick, crimson liquid.

“Tyler!” you yelled again, voice growing increasingly frantic.

“I’m here–” you heard him yell back, causing your shoulders to deflate slightly. As you crawled around the largest pile of debris, you saw him on the ground, moving a chunk of roofing off his foot. His eyes met yours, a flash of concern crossing his face when he saw your head. “You gotta get to the stairs–”

“No, no, no. Not without you,” you shook your head, continuing to move towards him as you felt the blood trickle down the side of your face.

“The storm’s here– you gotta go. You gotta take cover,” he pleaded.

“I’m not leaving you–” you cried, unable to control the tears burning behind your eyes. As they fell down your cheek, they mixed with the blood from your temple. Once you were crouched beside him, you used what little strength you had left to Tyler’s hand and pull him from the small pile of rubble.

When you looked at the short distance between yourselves and the staircase door– you were surprised to see the woman, propping it open with her body and waving towards the two of you to hurry up.

“Move–” Tyler encouraged, pushing you against the wind. “Go, go, go–”

You army-crawled forward, wincing as more debris nicked your skin. But finally– you reached the door. Tyler moved his hand to your waist and guided you towards the staircase.

The woman reached for her son, who was crouched low in the corner. Meanwhile, Tyler moved you towards one of the railings.

“Hold on to this–” he instructed. You wound your arms around the fixture.

"Don't go–" you begged.

But immediately after, you felt the warmth from his body wrap around you. You looked up and saw Tyler shielding your body with his own– his hands gripping the part of the railing just above yours.

“I got you,” he promised. “We’re gonna be okay, I got you,” he repeated. But soon his voice was swept away by the sound of the storm.

The winds grew even louder as the tornado moved closer– the noise of various chunks of debris slamming into the ground around you made you shake. You squeezed your eyes shut– hoping and praying to whatever God might be out there that Tyler was right and you’d both be okay…

You weren’t sure how long the storm raged on. It felt like hours, although you knew that couldn't be right. Eventually though, the winds died down. In their absence, you could hear the sound of the woman comforting her son, along with Tyler’s labored breathing above you.

With a shaky hand, you reached behind you– like you didn’t quite trust that he was still there. You felt the fabric of his jeans beneath your palm and sighed out the choppy breath that had been lodged in your throat.

“Tyler,” you heaved pathetically, voice cracking.

“I’m here,” he gasped, voice equally shaky as he gasped for air. “I got you.”

Nodding, you brushed your hair from your sweaty face and felt Tyler shift. Following his lead, you turned towards him. As soon as your eyes landed on him– hunched over and breathing like he’d just run five miles, you let out a choked sob.

“Are you okay?” he panted.

“Tyler–” was all you could manage to blurt out.

A calloused hand cupped your face– thumb trailing along your hairline. You winced when his thumb passed over a sensitive spot on your head from where you’d been hit earlier. “You’re okay,” he soothed. “We’ll get it checked out.”

You nodded, leaning into his touch as you desperately craved comfort from him. Seemingly picking up on your need, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and tugged you into his chest. “We’re okay,” he repeated, hand moving to cup the back of your neck. You let your eyes fall shut– inhaling the scent of his T-shirt. Even though he was coated in sweat and dust, he still smelled so comforting and familiar.

He planted a kiss on top of your head before panting, “We gotta get out of here.”

You nodded, and forced yourself to pull away from him. Tyler helped you to your feet, eyes studying to make sure you were steady before he turned towards the woman.

“You guys okay?” he asked.

She nodded, clutching tightly to her son, who was still in her arms.

“Alright, c’mon– be careful where you step,” he said, helping them out from the staircase. Tyler led them past you and into the hall before coming back for you.

You desperately tried to steady your shaking legs. You were wobbly on your feet, but with Tyler’s help, you managed to maneuver your way out from underneath the staircase.

As soon as you were back in the hall, your breath caught in your throat at the sight. The entire mall was destroyed– the roof had caved in, creating mounds of rubble everywhere you looked. There was dust all over– and no one else in sight.

“Tyler–” you croaked again. His name seemed to be the only words you were able to form in your shock.

“C’mon,” he urged gently, pulling you along.

You let him lead the way, eyes scanning the debris hopelessly. You stopped in your tracks the moment you saw the first body– it was a woman, probably in her late twenties, just like you. She had a mound of tile stacked on top of her and a trail of blood soaking through her yellow sweater. Her eyes were still open– like they were frozen in fear.

“Don’t look,” Tyler’s voice cut through the fog.

He put his body between you and her and placed his hands on both sides of your face, forcing your gaze to meet his.

“Sh– she’s dead,” you trembled.

Tyler nodded solemnly. “I know,” he nodded. “Don’t look, okay? Just keep your eyes on me.”

Tyler wound his arm around your shoulders and tugged you into his side. With his fingers digging into the fleshy part of your hip, he led you forward, bearing the majority of your weight. Eventually, he managed to lead you all out of the rubble of the mall.

“You sure you’re okay?” Tyler turned and asked the woman again. She nodded before thanking him and heading off in the direction of an ambulance.

Tyler seemed to have something similar in mind.

“I want to go home,” you insisted.

But Tyler shook his head. “You need to get your head checked out first.”

“Tyler, please–” you whimpered.

He glanced down at you– seemingly noticing the way your voice cracked. His face softened the moment he saw the tears sliding down your cheeks.

“Hey–” he said gently. “Baby, you’re okay. Everything’s going to be okay.”

“I just want to go home,” you repeated.

“I know, baby. I know,” he soothed. “But your head– I really want them to take a look. Then we can go home.”

You sunk your teeth into your lower lip. After a moment, you nodded defeatedly and let Tyler lead you the rest of the way to one of the many ambulances parked near what was left of the mall.

The paramedic who got to you first was a middle aged man with a kind smile. He told you how brave you were as he shined a flashlight in your eyes, checking your pupils.

When he moved to the wound on your temple, now coating your entire hairline in gooey blood, you grimaced.

“This is gonna need a few stitches,” he said after inspecting it.

Tyler sat beside you and let you squeeze his hand as tightly as you needed while the paramedic stitched you up. He applied a local anesthetic but you felt every second of the needle threading through your skin.

You held onto Tyler like your life depended on it, trying to allow his words of affirmation and comfort to consume you.

“Almost done,” the paramedic said before clipping the remainder of the thread. He placed a clean bandage on the side of your head and offered you a soft smile. “You did great,” he told you.

Although you were feeling detached from just about everything right now, you nodded in response before letting Tyler pull you to your feet.

“Think you can walk?” he asked.

You nodded again, although you didn’t entirely hear him.

“The parking garage collapsed– but Boone’s on his way. He’s gonna give us a ride home.”

“Okay,” you mumbled softly, letting yourself melt into Tyler’s side again.

The road where you met Boone was a short walk, and you were thankfully starting to get feeling back in your legs. But even still, you let Tyler support the majority of your weight as he guided you towards Boone’s familiar, beat up truck. Tyler held open the door and helped you climb inside.

“Christ–” Boone said, turning in the driver’s seat to get a good look at you.

“She’s okay,” Tyler answered, sliding into the backseat beside you. Although he sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than Boone.

“How the hell did you guys make it through that?” Boone asked as he surveyed the destruction around you. You forced yourself not to look. Instead, you rested your head against Tyler’s shoulder. “The blockade guy told me the entire storm shelter collapsed. I guess too many people crammed inside, so they couldn’t shut the door good.”

You swallowed thickly. If you hadn’t found Tyler, the storm shelter was going to be your plan B–

“We hid under the staircase,” he said as Boone began down the road. “Had Dexter been tracking anythin’ out this way?”

The two proceeded to talk about the sudden impact of the storm and whatever else tornado chasers cared about. Meanwhile, Tyler’s thumb trailed up and down your bare arm soothingly, allowing you to tune it all out.

When Boone pulled down your dirt driveway and put his car in park fifteen minutes later, he turned to face you. “I’m real glad you’re okay.”

You offered him a weak smile. “Me too.”

After thanking his friend, Tyler helped you out of the car and towards the house, his hand never leaving your waist until you were inside.

“Couch or bed?” he asked, shutting the front door behind him.

“Couch,” you murmured. The bed meant stairs, which you weren’t sure you were ready for quite yet.

“You got it,” he said.

Gently, Tyler helped lower you to the couch, where you curled up against the corduroy fabric and sighed.

But your eyes snapped open quickly as soon as you realized that Tyler wasn’t laying down with you.

“Where are you going?” you asked, trying (and failing) to mask the panic in your voice. You shifted and sat up, a sudden wave of pain hit your head, causing you to squeeze your eyes shut. You tried your best to mask it and force your eyes back open. It felt pathetic, but you didn’t really want Tyler out of your sight right now.

He turned around instantly. “I was just gonna get you some water and an ice pack, baby. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” you said uneasily. Your eyes remained trained on him the entire time he maneuvered around the kitchen. You could tell he noticed, too. His eyes kept flickering up to check on you.

He was back in less than a minute– but still you sighed a breath of relief. He set the glass of water down on the side table before taking a seat on the other end of the couch.

He handed you the ice pack and watched sadly as you placed it on your temple with a wince.

“Can I get you anything else?”

“Will you– will you lay down with me?” you asked him.

Tyler nodded. “Of course, baby.” He opened his arms, making a spot for you to lay between his legs. With your back resting against his chest, Tyler wound one arm around your middle and used the other to hold the ice pack against your head for you.

Using what little strength you had, you gripped his forearm. “Just... please don’t go,” you begged.

Tyler pressed his lips on the top of your head. “I won’t– I’m right here,” he assured you. “Not goin’ anywhere.”

You exhaled a sigh of relief and laid your head back against his chest, finally feeling content.

After a while, you were finally able to drift off in his embrace. Your body ached and your head throbbed, but everything felt more bearable when you were in Tyler’s arms.

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femmefatalevibe · 1 year ago

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Femme Fatale Guide: Office Essentials Every Woman Should Own

A sturdy, sleek tote that fits your laptop but isn't too bulky (with at least one closable interior pocket)

Laptop, AirPods/earbuds, portable charging system for phone/laptop

Laptop stand (changes the game, tbh)

Protective laptop case/sleeve

A planner and a black pen/another color pen for marking up your notes

Another notebook/pad for random notes or a running to-do list

A pen cup holder

A ziplock of hair-ties

Disposable toothbrush, Listerine strips, and travel-sized container of floss picks

A discreet feminine hygiene pouch or two with at least 2 products in it (you can use the additional pouch for extra underwear to be safe, honestly)

A simple, easy to zip and clean makeup bag

Lip balm

Hand cream

Vaseline/Aquaphor/Homeoplasmine

Mini stick antiperspirant or deodorant wipes

Travel-sized tweezers

Lint roller

Hand sanitizers

Disposable Shout wipes/stain remover stick

Travel-sized container of antibacterial and baby wipes

Band-aids

A pair of nail scissors

A mini nail file

Small sunscreen that doesn't leave a white cast

Travel-sized hair brush

A pigmented lip color (or two)

Compact powder

Portable stick cream blush/brusher

Eyeliner/mini mascara

Eyebrow pencil

A snack pack or two of a protein-rich, plant-based snack (roasted edamame, roasted chickpeas, lupini beans, almonds, or Feel Protein bars are great options because they're portable and keep you full in a pinch without forcing you to reach for something unhealthy/not filling when you need to eat – you can also carry some freeze-dried fruit to pair alongside it if desired)

Pouch for keys, wallet, IDs, etc.

Blue-light glasses (for long days in front of a screen)

#office supplies #office life #beauty essentials #product recommendations #skin products #beauty products #life hacks #travel essentials #workplace wellbeing #higher self #makeup essentials #survival essentials #self improvement #dream girl #that girl #glow up tips #femmefatalevibe

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dandelionsresilience · 22 days ago

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Dandelion News - November 1-7

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1. Climate Initiatives Fare Well Across the Country Despite National Political Climate

“[California voters approved] a $10 billion bond measure to boost climate resilience across [the] state[…. Hawai’i] voters cast their ballots in favor of establishing the [climate] resiliency fund, with money for the project coming from existing property tax revenue.“

2. ‘You have to disguise your human form’: how sea eagles are being returned to Severn estuary after 150 years

“[… To avoid imprinting,] the handlers will wear long robes and feed the young eagles chopped rabbit and other meat with bird hand-puppets. […] Williams hopes that restoring eagles to the top of the food chain in the estuary will create a more balanced, thriving ecosystem.”

3. 10 states voted on pro-abortion referendums. 7 of them passed

“New York voters overwhelmingly approved the Equal Rights Amendment, adding [… among other characteristics] gender expression, pregnancy, and pregnancy outcomes to anti-discrimination laws. […] In deep-red Missouri and Montana, voters also enshrined abortions protections in their state constitutions.”

4. Giant rats could soon fight illegal wildlife trade by sniffing out elephant tusk and rhino horn

“”Our study shows that we can train African giant pouched rats to detect illegally trafficked wildlife, even when it has been concealed among other substances[.…] They can easily access tight spaces like cargo in packed shipping containers or be lifted up high to screen the ventilation systems of sealed containers,” Szott explained.”

5. Sarah McBride wins Delaware U.S. House seat, becoming the first out trans member of Congress

“McBride spearheaded Delaware’s legislation to ban the “gay and trans panic” defense as a state senator [… and] helped to pass paid family and medical leave, gun safety measures, and protections for reproductive rights.”

6. Critically endangered Sumatran elephant calf born in Indonesia

“Indonesian officials hailed the births and said they showed conservation efforts were essential to prevent the protected species from extinction. […] Sumatran elephants are on the brink of extinction with only about 2,400-2,800 left in the world, according to the World Wide Fund for Nature.”

7. Sin City is Going Green

“[Hotels there] have conserved 16 billion gallons of water since 2007, thanks to […] replacing grass with desert-friendly landscaping, installing water-efficient taps across all properties, and reusing water at aquariums and in the Bellagio Fountain.”

8. Gray squirrel control: Study shows promise for effective contraceptive delivery system

“[… T]he feeders have a very high level of species-specificity. […] The bait and monitoring system developed and tested in the study demonstrated that […] “spring was the only season tested where female squirrels were more likely to visit bait feeders than males. Spring coincides with a peak in squirrel breeding and is therefore a good time to deliver a contraceptive."”

9. Returning Grazing Land to Native Forests Would Yield Big Climate Benefits

“[… S]trategically regrowing forests on land where cattle currently graze […] while intensifying production elsewhere could drastically cut greenhouse gas emissions, with little hit to global protein production, a new study shows.”

10. Interior Department Strengthens Conservation of American Bison Through New Agreement with Canada and Mexico

“Approximately 31,000 bison are currently being stewarded by the United States, Canada and Mexico with the goal of conserving the species and their role in the function of native grassland systems, as well as their place in Indigenous culture.”

October 22-28 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

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dvrk-moon · 10 months ago

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ENHYPEN OT7 ; 엔하이픈

PLAYING MINECRAFT WITH THEM

requested : no

genre : crack, fluff

pairing : enhypen x reader (can be platonic)

warnings : cursing + the members being menaces

heeseung ; 희승

absolute sweat

like speed runner esque

nags on you for being too slow and making him have a speed run time of over fifteen minutes

like you’re barely getting an oak log and he’s already in the nether. like u turn away for two seconds and he’s already built the portal

“heeseung where did you go” “i’ve almost killed the wither wait” … “CAN U CHILL OUT WE JUST CREATED THIS WORLD”

so u thought u were gonna have fun hanging out with heeseung on minecraft? NO

because as soon as he finishes his speed run and you finally got your first diamond, he’s decided to build a base

and u thought he was gonna be all cute and make u a room awwww!!! no.

he does make u a room, but the stairway up to ur room is a parkour course

(when the fuck did he have time to even make that?!!?!!)

first and last time playing minecraft with him

jay ; 제이

absolute knight in shining armor

literally

those mobs have nothing on his iron drip

protects u even if u don’t need it

“oh shit there’s a creeper” “ON MY WAY Y/N”

his netherite sword is CRACKED. like perfect enchantments

when he’s not protecting u he becomes ur farmer

the farm is so organized and beautiful jay is literally my husband pls

does in fact laugh when u die tho

like he’ll collect your stuff for you but the second he sees “[your gamertag] fell from a high place” he’s going to laugh for like two minutes straight

also he keeps an extra chest in his room for u

like in case u need something OR u die and he’s not able to collect ur stuff so it despawns

jay is so husband. even in minecraft

jake ; 제이크

he’s played before ok (trust him)

(it was when he was like nine)

like he’s very very. bad

he’s trying tho!!!

keeps dying. like every two minutes you see “jake_awesome2002 was blown up by a creeper”

he does not know how to change his gamertag so ur just stuck playing with jake_awesome2002

he starts getting the hang of it and immediately thinks he’s cracked at the game (he’s not)

so he disappears from you out of nowhere and so you try to help him :

“jake where are you” … “jake” … “jake sim where the fuck are you” …………. “i don’t know”

(cue “jake_awesome2002 fell out of the world”)

“JAKE HOW DID YOU FALL OUT OF THE WORLD” “I DONT KNOW”

he respawns and like sulks for three minutes before leaving and collecting dirt(?) for some reason

coincidentally you keep finding dirt blocks placed throughout your base afterwards! how silly of him!

sunghoon ; 성훈

he was so ready to show u how good he is

he’s not very good. but at least he’s better than jake!

he somehow is always in a cave or some sort of dangerous location

like say u found a village and you’re like “sunghoon come raid this village with me!”

meanwhile he’s trying not to die because of a pillager outpost

somehow he doesn’t?

he’ll go and do stuff like that or spend days in the nether and survive but his weakness is witches

like he doesn’t scream UNLESS there is a witch

and if you’re nearby ? he will 100% sacrifice you to the witch so that he can survive

womp womp

he actually sacrifices you quite a bit because he has like 36 levels

he thinks he’s funny when he does it too

sunoo ; 선우

honestly prefers to play in creative mode (me too sunoo)

but when you were like “let’s play in survival for once” he’s like “fiiiiiiiiinneeeeeuhhhh” (very dramatic about it)

he immediately builds a forever base when you spawn in

makes you do all the mining and stuff

he will tag along! but he won’t do shit

he’s the interior designer. he’s got bigger and better things to do

he only redeems himself when you go into the base and find your minecraft beds right next to each other

besides holding the house down, he also has an extremely high scale and successful farming system

so if you ever check in his chests, 100% you will find like 20 stacks of wood, stacks of wheat, of carrots, of beets, etc.

may be a homebody in minecraft but at least he’s fun to play with !!!! 10/10 would recommend to a friend

jungwon ; 정원

the miner

like you’re trying to get along with your day until jungwon stops and drops into the smallest cave ever

“what are u doing” “wait y/n we might need this copper” “jungwon don’t u already have like three stacks of copper” “yeah but we might need it”

lots of time spent mining

u eat your words tho when he is decked out in diamond armor from almost the get-go

when you guys build a base it HAS to have a little mine under the house (little as in huge)

somehow has like ten dogs?

“this one is maeumi, this one is maeumi’s friend, this once can be gaeul… maybe this one can be layla? oh! and this one is maeumi’s other friend. this one is bisco. this one is yours but you don’t get to name it. i will name it for you.”

they would be cats if it was really up to you but you’ll live

also refuses to elaborate on this thing he does

he makes tons and tons of signs and just places them around the base

some of them make sense and others just don’t at all

has a 2x2 fenced in area and the sign outside of it says “jail”

has anyone ever been sent to jail there? no. but as jungwon says “just in case”

riki ; 니키

possibly the worst yet most fun person to play with

at first you’re like “let’s play together” and he’s like “yeah sure whatever” but little do u know he has every plan in the world to turn the game into warfare

it’s even worse if you are playing on a realm rather than just a server

he abandons you from the get-go and immediately runs away and you can’t catch him so he builds a base far away from you

the base is in fact a dirt house

but it’s minecraft who said he had to be an architect

yes he abandoned you and is regularly attacking you at any given chance but he still keeps his tabs on where you are

walks all over your farm and kills your livestock

leaves signs saying “riki was here” “get rikrolled”

since he keeps tabs on you, u have to be very cautious of what you leave in your chests

he will steal anything. just for fun

threatens to blow up everything because he just wants to

little does he know if he wants warfare ur gonna give him warfare

a/n : this is random but i played mc like two days ago and i thought this could be a silly idea

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ghettogirly · 5 months ago

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Hey, hope you're doing fine. Can I request something when Armando has to watch over the reader because she knows something about the cartel , she sees things you should have not seen , wrong place , wrong time for her. Even though they always argue, she knows that he always protects her. She does the same for him.

Kinda relates to a 'pieces of her ' on Netflix 😭 when they were in that hotel room

Him and I - g easy

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐇 (𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐂)

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-> synopsis: Miyah has a past that not even she knows about. Thinking her life was all normal, she is suddenly thrown into a whirlwind when an intruder breaks into her house. Are we prepared for her journey of not only finding herself but the answers to her past?

-> format: story.

-> theme: angst.

-> warning: mentions of violence, use of the n-word, mature language, themes of break-ins.

-> authors note: so i have turned this into a series!! i really want to write the pieces of her plot because i loved that show, but in a different type of way! thank you for requesting this! my update schedule is going to slightly change guys due to me getting more of an intense workload from my sixth form so i hope you all understand! 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝💕.

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𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟏: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐈𝐍.

Trash clinked across the floor as a gust of wind swept it by. Desolate and quiet, only a couple cars were parked in the large space. A dark no

Heels were heard clacking off the floor as a brown skinned girl walked over to her car, clutching her purse with one hand while the other was angled in the direction of her mercedes benz. Opening the car door, she climbed into her seat.

Plopping the chanel bag that wrapped around her arm onto the passenger seat, the woman clicked her tongue while turning on the ignition. Settling into the seat, sighing as she recollected the hectic day that occurred.

“I really need to get home.”

Pressing onto the gas pedal while putting the gear stick into reverse, Miyah pulled out of the car park from her work place onto the highway. Flicking the headlights on, she started to drive down the road. The hum of the tyres mixed with the slow jam of the radio, lowly playing throughout the vehicle. Pink LED lights illuminated the interior of the car contrasting with the midnight black sky, coating the exterior as it hung over the trees and the wildlife surrounding the road.

The small screen of the navigation shone brightly in the woman’s face as she glanced down at it.

“15 minutes.”

Driving down the road, Miyah nodded her head to the slow beat of the rnb song playing through her sound system. Tapping her index finger onto the wheel she drove down the highway, content with her life currently. Life was hectic but she was satisfied.

Pulling into her gated residence, Miyah rolled down her window to enter the code into the pad. Once confirmed, she parked up her car at the front of her door before slipping out, grabbing her purse.

Opening her door, the hallway and living room was automatically irradiated by the modern lights that hung off her ceilings. Cylindrical pillars stood at every sharp corner, contrasting a classic element with the modern theme of her white and black marble interior.

Slipping off her heels, Miyah sighed in relief. “I really need to go to sleep.”

Shaking her head, she ascended up her stairs into her bedroom. A queen sized bed layered with fluffy comforts and duvets were placed in the middle of the woman’s bedroom. The colour scheme being white and grey , matching with the fluffy, white, circular carpet that was under it. Walking over to the bed, she placed her bag by her cabinet before flopping down on the bed.

“Why did i even become a lawyer again?”

That was a good question.

Why did she become a lawyer?

When thinking about society and the world today, you would think that the law reached everyone. Helped victims by putting away those who made their life hell but, we are wrong. Everyday, domestic abuse cases go silent, the justice system not caring enough for those who get abused in the relationships. Mainly women but also men becoming apart of the statistic of abuse victims, which could’ve been prevented if someone would’ve just listened. Child abuse cases go unheard until the severity of the abuse ends up in a death, which could’ve been prevented if someone would’ve just listened. Even random spree attacks which could’ve been prevented if someone would’ve just listened and understood that persons mental health.

I wanted to be the one to change this. To be able to keep law on track with the fast pace of the ever changing world. To be able to stand up for people who looked like me and those who were me.

And also for you mom.

Changing into her silk pyjamas, Miyah sat on her bed cross legged with her ipad on a stand. Parting her honey brown hair into 6 boxes with a rat tail comb, she braided two plaits in each section, ready to go to bed. Slipping her black bonnet on top of the loose braids, wanting to protect her curls from future breakage.

The girl pulled down her light, turning it off before getting underneath the covers. Closing her iPad, she sunk her head into the silk pillows that happily embraced her, closing her eyes.

It was pitch black in Miyah’s room. Not a shred of light peeked through her curtains. Stirring, she sat up. Glancing over at her alarm clock, the red bold numbers stating 3:32am. Sighing, she got out of bed, putting on her fluffy slippers.

Walking down the stairs she flicked the kitchen lights on, changing the settings to dim, not wanting to fully wake herself up. Grabbing a glass, she filled it up with water before taking a sip. Sighing, Miyah popped the now used glass, back into the sink before heading towards the stairs.

Something stopped her.

A rustle was heard from the living room next door. Slowly crawling into the kitchen, Miyah slightly opened the drawer for the utensils before grabbing a sharp knife. Peeking around the counter a black figure appeared before her.

“Who are-“

Wasting no time, the figure quickly punched Miyah causing her to stumble back. Throwing another punch to her chest, the figure then raised their fist, angling it towards a certain direction before throwing another. It was pretty clear they were male. Adrenaline ran through Miyah’s glands which secreted them into her bloodstream, activating her fight or flight.

Dodging the fist that was coming her way, she ducked and kicked the male in his balls before quickly running up the stairs. Loud banging was heard from within the room due to the stomps coming from the woman. just before reaching her bedroom a hand grabbed her ankles, brutally dropping her down on the marble floor.

“Fuck!! Get off me!”

The mystery man then swiftly got on top of Miyah, wrapping his rough hands around her neck before harshly gripping it. Pain and frustration overcoming the poor girl

“Stop..”

Pressing down onto her neck mired the man added more pressure, forcing less and less oxygen to not enter the girls body. Miyah’s muscles started to become frail as less oxygen was reaching the muscles, building more lactic acid causing them to become tired.

Slowly, her life began to slip away.

Her mind flashed to a deserted beach. The blue crystalline waves crashed against each other, slowly overlapping one another. The sky transitioned from a purple to orange ombré as the sun was setting, the orange rays shining onto the brownskin girl that stood there in the middle of the beach. Her curls waved in the wind due to the gentle breeze coming from the west.

A gentle tap was felt on Miyah’s shoulder, causing her turn around.

“It’s not your time.” The figure said before disappearing.

Suddenly, she was back in the present. Still feeling the man strangling her, a surge of strength powered suddenly came through.

Grabbing the nearest plant pot, she cracked it over the intruders head causing him to stumble back in pain. Gasping for air, Miyah panted heavily.

Yet, the man was still not done. Stomping over to her, he attempted to kick Miyah who was on the floor, out of breath. “Nigga, what- the fuck- is your issue?”

Quickly sliding out of the way, Miyah grabbed the man’s leg causing him to fall onto the floor, before grabbing a picture frame off the wall and violently smashing it off the intruders head, knocking the consciousness out of him.

“That’s what you get bitch.”

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goodfish-bowl · 5 months ago

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Bunker in White

Danny Phantom x Supernatural Crossover

Masterpost

DP Crossover Angst Week Day 1 - GIW Experimentation

Summary: Sam and Dean take up a job to go investigate a government base that had been attacked by vampires.

Warnings: vague descriptions of blood and gore

Notes: hmmm, I have never written anything for Supernatural before, but I've seen a good portion of it (years ago). Probably takes place earlier in the show.

Word Count: 2044

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Sam and Dean had gotten this particular lead from Bobby, who in turn got it passed onto him from someone else, so it wasn’t a surprise this particular job was a mess.

Apparently, a group of vampire’s had decided a weird, underground, government bunker would be the perfect hideout, resulting in a bloodbath between the government goons and the vamps. It was a large group too, which was a point of concern among the hunter’s who turned down the job. No one really knew who’d won inside between the vampires and the government, but Dean had placed his money on the vampires. He honestly doubted that some government agency with an obsession for the color white had any idea what they were up against, much less the correct tools for the job. Dean got proved wrong when they came across the first dead vampire.

The bunker’s fluorescent lights were harsh against the darkness outside. The entire base still seemed to have power despite not being connected to any sort of power grid or system. It had made it an absolute pain in the ass to find, but at least that meant Sam and Dean didn’t have to wander around in the dark. The harsh lighting and bleached interior revealed a slaughter inside, staining the white walls with both vampire and human blood, leaving very little to imagination. The humans, all agents in once-white suits, looked to have been mauled by the vamps, while the dead vampires had holes blasted through them and were covered in green-tinged burns. Dean kicked one, trying to make sure it was actually dead. Yep, dead vamp, the whole place unfortunately smelled like it too.

Sam had found one of the more physically intact agents with a large bazooka-like weapon next to him at the back of the hallway. Rummaging through the agency's pocket’s Sam tossed the ID card over for Dean to read over, while Sam picked up the weapon.

Dean flipped open the wallet, and huffed when the agent was only referred to by a letter and position. No personal information whatsoever.

“This asshole is apparently ‘Agent B, senior heavy weapon specialist of the Ghost Investigation Ward’, which means shit to me,” Dean complained.

“‘Ghost Investigation Ward’? Is that supposed to be some sort of knockoff hunter’s group? Because points for vampire killing, less points for dying,” Sam added. “Either way, they were messing around with something supernatural, and had weapons that could blast straight through a vampire. Think we could find something here?”

Dean shrugged, “I’m down to take their weapons at the least. New tactics are always appreciated.”

Sam took the bazooka, and Dean picked up any other weapons of interest, from weighted nets, to more guns, storing them in piles to collect and ferry to the car later. The ID got them access to a couple more rooms, including a security camera and file room, which Sam said he was going back to later. The deeper they descended into the base, the more spaced out the bodies were, and the more violently the agents had seemed to fight, like they were protecting something.

“Do you think they actually managed to catch a ghost here?” Sam tossed out.

Dean snorted, “Doubt it. Sure, you can blast a hole through a vamp, but you can’t blast a hole through a ghost. Just trapping one is a pain, let alone moving it to the middle of bumfuck nowhere, Illinois.”

Hydraulic doors hissed as the brothers entered the next level, only to pause from the sudden change in pattern. This one opened up into a laboratory, partitioned off by thick glass walls, rather than the collection of offices and storage the upper floors had been.

Dean’s eyes narrowed at the carnage inside the laboratories.

“What the hell were they taking apart that bleed fucking green?” Dean cursed.

Dean completely ignored the bodies of who he assumed had been the scientists. There were tons of vials of various liquids, most of them being that same saturated, radioactive green. There were also jars, lots of jars, of what he assumed were the bits and pieces of whatever creature bled green.

“Doesn’t look like whatever they were dissecting was dead while they were taking apart,” Sam commented, pointing out the restraints on the bloodied autopsy table.

“Fuck, that’s sick. At least kill whatever you're taking apart first.”

Dean watched as Sam went over to a stack of papers, filing through them quickly with a grimace on his face.

“Well, they seem to believe they caught a ghost, at least. They definitely caught something before the vampires wiped them out. The reports refer to it as Subject P-1.”

“Think it’s still here?” Dean asked.

“Maybe. This report is a few days old, and we know the vampires attacked within that same time frame, so it’s possible that ‘P-1’ is either still here, dead here, or managed to escape in the crossfire,” Sam guessed.

“I suppose we’ll find out. We only got one more level to go.”

Dean left the lab, going down the elevator to the last level. There was nothing there, except for a singular glass cell with what looked like a blast door as its entrance, all shining with some sort of green energy. There seemed to be automated weapons and cameras all pointing at the cell, and Dean considered it a bit extreme. But also down there was the biggest collection of dead vampires they had found so far.

The weapons in the room had obviously activated for whatever reason, considering the number of vampires with holes blown through them compared to the agents, of which there only seemed to be two, who looked more like they had also been caught in the crossfire of the weapons, rather than becoming vampire food like most of the guys upstairs.

“Dean…” Sam shoved him, and pointed to the cell. There was…something inside.

Dean walked over, shoving bodies out of the way with his foot to stand in front of the cell. The green… whatever it was, shone along the glass and hummed with energy, reminding Dean vaguely of an electrified fence. The inside of the cell was a mess but in a different way than outside. It reminded Dean of a few of the cells he had seen monsters hold people in before. It was dirty, and covered in blood, both red and that unknown green. There was no cot, or toilet, or any other sort of accommodation.

The only thing in the cell was a small figure, dressed in nothing but tattered scrubs, and covered in its own blood balled up in the corner, head between its legs. Dean could only make out pale, emancipated legs and feet, and a mess of matted, black hair.

“Is it alive?” Dean asked, tapping on the glass, which surprisingly didn’t zapped him.

Sam had a grimace on his face. “I…think.”

“Hey!” Dean shouted.

No reaction.

Dean pounded more heavily on the glass with his fist, “Hey! Are you alive?”

No reaction.

“Are you P-1?” Sam asked instead.

This got a reaction. The figure picked up their head, placing empty, hollow, and frighteningly blue eyes on Sam. They seemed to be a young boy, face pale and thin, deep bags under his eyes. His eyes were glassy and distant, looking through Sam rather than at him.

“Well, that’s unnerving,” Dean muttered, giving Sam a look before shoving his shoulder. “Tell him to do something else.”

Sam frowned, thinking for a moment before saying anything. “P-1, state your status,” Sam commanded.

The boy, P-1, remained silent.

“I don’t think it talks, Sammy,” Dean snorted.

Sam sputtered indignantly. “What do you want me to do then? We know he’s P-1 now, and that he’s still somehow alive.”

“Well, we know he ain’t human, and that he’s whatever these goons have been picking apart. No clue what he is, but in that state, I doubt he can do much. The lights are one but no one seems to be home, Sammy,” Dean said.

It was a harsh suggestion but, “We could just put him down and be done with it. The vamps are all dead, there’s nothing here except braindead P-1 over there.”

Sam, apparently, very much disagreed with that idea. “He’s a kid, Dean! And he’s been tortured for who knows how long. We’re not putting him down!”

Dean groaned. “Do you want to take him with us or something?!” Dean asked incredulously.

Sam was silent, apparently thinking over the idea like it was a legitimate suggestion.

“No,” Dean immediately denied. “Nope, no way, Sammy. We’re not adopting whatever-the-fuck that kid is. He’s not a dog. We have no idea what he’s capable of, let alone if he’s dangerous!”

“Then we keep an eye on him! You said it yourself, in that state, I doubt he can barely move. We could even put him in Bobby’s panic room if he acts up, but honestly,” Sam glanced over to the boy, “I doubt he would even notice.”

Dean hated the idea. He didn’t want the kid to potentially go ballistic, and there had to be some reason he was locked up in the first place. But he couldn’t think of any other reasons to leave the kid there. If anything, they could figure out what the kid was so that they knew how to defeat anything like him in the future.

“Fine!” Dean relented. “But you’re taking care of him.”

Sam seemed to untense and turned back to the boy. “P-1, move to the door,” he ordered, before more quietly adding, “We’re getting you out of here, kid.”

The boy stood up, swaying on his legs, before approaching the door, standing just outside of it. Dean watched as Sam fidgeted with the door, before eventually having to pull another ID from one of the nearby agents to get the door open. Sam led the kid out, who didn’t have much of a reaction at all. Dean frowned at how small the kid was, now that he could get a better estimate literally standing next to him. He couldn’t be older than 12.

“Okay, we’re leaving. We got some cool things and you’ve adopted a weird kid. We can confirm the vampires all died here too. Anything else we need to grab before we go back?” Dean huffed.

“I’m going to see what I can pull from the record room on the way back. Could you take him back to the car?” Sam asked.

Dean looked at the kid again. Yep. No one home at all. He doubted the kid even knew what was going on. At least he wouldn’t complain about Dean’s music choices.

“Fine, but you take too long and I’m leaving your ass here,” Dean stated. “Come-on, P-1.”

Dean took the elevator back up the entrance, still careful to check around if they had missed anything still-alive, only to have silence. The kid barely made any noise as he moved, Dean decided he didn’t like that after the third time he jumped at the kid standing directly behind him.

“I’m getting you a bell,” he grumbled.

Back at the car, Dean tossed his looted weapons into the trunk, glancing at the kid before rummaging into his and Sam’s duffles for some spare clothes. It looked really suspicious to have a bloodied kid in a medical gown walking around. It would be oversized, but Dean grabbed a flannel, jeans, and a belt. Bobby would probably have something from when he and Sam were that small.

“Hey, kid, P-1, put these on,” Dean held the clothes out to the kid, who didn’t react.

Dean groaned. “Oh come on! This is why Sam’s your caretaker. I don’t know how to dress a kid!”

Dean approached. “Gotta fucking command him like a dog,” he muttered. “P-1, arms up.”

The boy raised his arms, and Dean untied the medical gown letting it fall to the ground. Dean froze, bile building in the back of his throat, fighting the urge to throw up. Images of the jars and vials passed behind his eyes. No wonder the kid was mentally gone, Dean couldn’t see anyone surviving, let alone living long enough to walk out.

God, they needed to get the kid to Bobby.

#goodfish writes #danny phantom #supernatural #superphantom #dp x spn #dp crossover #dpcaw24 #post GIW experimentation #you know what that entails if you've been here a while #yeah Danny is so severely mentally shut down #dunno what happened to everyone else but lets just assume they're dead unless I need someone not dead #just like the actual spn series!#suprising i haven't written a spn crossover yet I actually liked the show for a decent while

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teliphone · 6 months ago

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Rank F

Summary: Baekyeon Girls High School isn’t your typical day-to-day high school. We run in a voting game system of A - F rank where the students get to vote for their classmates on an app called Pyramid Game. The more votes you get, the higher you will rank. Level A students have power over students while F is the opposite. I accepted the offer letter to go to this school without thinking deeply. Level A student, Baek Harin is there to protect me in exchange for myself. Would I be able to escape this messed-up game or fall helplessly?

Warning(s): Bullying, Hitting, Threats, Guilt, Emotional Manipulation, Overstimulation, Smut, Fingering, Oral, Sub!Reader, slight exhibitionism, slight praise kink

Word Count: 7.2k

I shift uncomfortably on the single-cushion couch. I glance around the office, examining the architecture and interior. Compared to my current school, this one is much better. It is clear that whoever owns this school is rich. I clench onto my offer letter.

“Ahem,” The head chief clears her throat. I snap my attention back to her. She holds her hands together on the desk and smiles.

“Thank you for being patient with our meeting time. My schedule has been hectic, but I am glad we agreed on a day. Now, what is the question you have been asking?” She questions. I unfold the letter and place it on her desk. She tilts her head to the side as she reads the message. Her eyebrows lift with a delighted hum.

“You have been offered to go to Baekyeon Girl’s High School,” She beams. I blink at her in confusion. She continues smiling as she waits for me to speak.

“But I didn’t do anything to get this offer,” I explain. She purses and puckers her lips.

“Well, you see… This is a special offer letter,” She points at the signature on the bottom of the letter, “The president must have heard good things about you which resulted in you receiving an offer letter.”

“Who would tell the president about me? I don’t know anyone who goes here,” I try not to sound tense.

“There are many students that go to this school, I am afraid I can’t figure that out. But whoever requested for you must have done a good job influencing the president,” She chirps. She brings her hands over to the cup of pens. She plays around with it a little.

“Are you interested in taking the offer?” She asks with a calm voice. I look down at the letter, deep in thought. I have heard good things about Baekyeon Girls High School. Most of the high-power parent’s daughter goes here. If I go to this school, I may have a chance to become friends with them. It sounds selfish, but this is where I can network. What if I meet one of their parents? My mind buzzes with future opportunities that I might receive.

“Yes.”

I nervously brush my uniform: classic white button-up, black tie, and a long black skirt. Today is the first day of attending this school. The head chief offers to walk me to my classroom. The walk is quite longer than I expected. The classroom is on the far left of the building. I glance around and notice how quiet the halls are. She stops in front of a door and turns to face me.

“This is the room. You know where to find me if you have any more questions. Welcome to Baekyeon Girls High Y/n,” She smiles and leaves me. I nervously gulp while staring at the door. I feel small compared to the door all of a sudden. I slide the door open which causes all the students to pause and stare. I anxiously walk over to the professor. I give him the slip of paper. As he reads the paper, I quickly glance around the room. My eyes stop at a figure I recognize. I widen my eyes. It’s Baek Harin. Our history is not much. She’s a regular customer at a restaurant I worked at. I quit a few months ago.

“New student huh?” The professor says. I nod my head. He gestures toward the girls and looks at me bored.

“Well, introduce yourself,” He sighs. I lift my head higher and clench my fist.

“Hello everyone. My name is Y/n L/n. Please treat me well,” I announce while bowing my head. He looks around the room and hums.

“I guess you can sit in the back with Sooji-”

“She can sit with me,” Harin cuts. I look at her confused. There is already another girl sitting next to her. The girl looks at Harin in shock, but Harin remains emotionless. She turns her head to face the girl.

“Move,” She snaps.

“B-but,”

“Do I have to repeat myself?” Harin smiles coldly. The girl looks like she’s about to cry as she gets up from her seat. The classroom remains silent beside the sound of the girl gathering all her stuff in a hurry. I wonder how Harin has so much authority over the students. Is there a power system happening in class? Once she leaves to sit in the back, Harin turns her attention to me.

“You can sit with me,” She suggests, but it sounds more like a demand. My feet automatically move in her direction and she smiles brightly. I take a seat next to her and I get a sniff of her perfume. She smells good. There is also a hint of something I can’t place my finger on. Maybe cigarettes? That’s not possible though. How can a pretty angel-looking girl like her smoke?

“Thank you,” I whisper to her. She nods her head happily and then returns her attention to the professor. I look around the room and notice all the students staring at me besides Harin. I snap my neck away from them. From the corner of my eyes, I can observe her more. Her brushed and slightly curled hair catches my attention. It looks so soft. My eyes lowered to look at her long and black eyelashes. She flutters them slowly, expressing she's paying close attention to the lesson. My eyes dip to her lips. They are so plump, glossy, and pink. Her lips curve into a small smile suddenly. I glance up to catch her looking at me in the corner of her eye. Embarrassment blossoms on my cheeks and I avert my attention to my textbooks.

It took a while, but the lesson finally ended. I lean back onto my chair to stretch a little. Harin turns her body to me and rests her chin on the palm of her hand. Her eyes glint with muse.

“I placed you as grade A,” She starts. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

“A?”

“Yes. You are welcome. No one is going to hurt you as long as you’re here with me,” She explains. I decide not to question. I didn’t understand, but as long as I’m with her I would be okay. I slowly nod my head. She giggles and leans closer to my bubble like she’s testing how far she can go. I notice but I don’t move. She drags her tongue on her lips and I foolishly watch. She puckers her lips out in expression.

“How did you hear about this school?” She asks.

“I got an offer letter… and I accepted it,” I cut it short. She nods her head playfully.

“Who do you think requested you to come?” She teases. It didn’t take long for me to realize she was the one who requested me. My eyebrows arch up in confusion. I didn’t understand why Harin would request me to come to her school. Why is it now that she wants to get close? I hear her chuckle which brings me out of my thoughts.

“Why would you do that?” I question. She bursts my bubble by leaning into my ear.

“Because I think you’re cute. Have I ever told you that?” Her mouth brushes lightly against my earlobe. My hands clench. I avert my eyes down and feel my cheeks blushing shamefully. I hate how much she makes me react with little knowledge of her. The way my stomach feels makes me shaky. I tap my feet anxiously. She notices my obvious reaction and smiles.

“When you quit your job I got so sad. I searched everywhere for you. Once I found you I wanted you to go to the best school there is… which is here. Will you show your gratitude to me?” She hums. She places her cold hand on my upper thigh, halting my movement. I snap my head towards her with widen eyes. She beams happily with a curious glare in her eyes. I shake my head no. She dares by moving her hands higher, nearly touching my panties. I abruptly stand from my seat, squeaking my chair backward. My breathing is heavy as if I am a mad woman. My classmates stare at me in surprise while Harin smirks and leans back in her chair. I avert my eyes to the door. I need to escape. The only place to excuse myself is the bathroom. I shuffle my feet quickly to get out. I made a mistake by accepting the letter. Harin sighs and tilts her head towards the window. The blue sky is clear.

“Fun,” She grins.

It has been a week since that happened and Harin always wants me near her.

There was a time when I heard a loud slam from the back of the room. I flinched and turned to look. I watched as rank B students kicked rank F students in the stomach. My eyes widen and I freeze. How is no one in this room helping her? Why is everyone just continuing their day like nothing? I got up to help, but Harin grabbed my arm. She smiled and shook her head.

“Don’t get involved. It’s just part of the game,” She beamed. I stared at her in shock. She tugged my arm harder causing me to sit down.

“It’s okay. As long as you’re with me… that will never happen to you!” She chirped and returned her attention to her assignment. I am speechless. I hear student F begging for them to stop. I shudder in fear.

Harin drags me by my arm to her secret hideout during break time. I sit on the high wooden crates and watch her light up her cigarettes. I widen my eyes in shock. So the hint of cigarette smell did come from her. How does a beautiful angelic face like her enjoy smoking? One of her hands holds her white and gold lighter, while the other grips a cigarette between two fingers. She sucks in the stick and breathes out. The smoke bothers me, but I watch her in awe. She looks at me with a playful glint in her eyes.

“Why are you staring at me like that? Are you shocked I smoke?” She laughs. I shake my head no. She walks closer to me til she can sneak her body between my legs and blows smoke into my face. I grimace at the scent. She chuckles and places her free hand on my chin. Her thumb gently grazes my button lip curiously before she pulls it down. She places her cigarette between my lips and nods her head.

“Suck.” She orders. I shake my head no which results in her gripping my chin harder. I wince in pain, but her face remains blank. Her wide dilated eyes stare back.

“Suck,” She repeats more sternly. I try to find a way to refuse, but with the way she looks… I decided to submit. My eyes gloss as I obey her. I wrap my lips around the tip of the cigarette while looking at her. I realize that something stirs in her every time I listen to her. She becomes flustered and watches closely as I suck in the deadly fumes. The smoke burns the back of my throat and I start coughing. Yanking the cig out, she places it back into her mouth and takes a short drag. She smiles with her dull eyes. Tears gather on the surface of my eyes as I come out of the cough. She places her free on top of my black skirt. She brings her face close to mine.

“I want to kiss you,” She hums. I immediately lean my face to the side to avoid her glossy lips. She grips my skirt in anger, her face remains emotionless, but her eyes express so much disappointment. After composing herself she fakes a smile.

“The harder you deny me, the more I want to break you,” She admits. My heart rate picks up at her confession. I gulp nervously. She decides to stop her action and removes herself from me. I suddenly feel guilty. I didn’t want to disappoint her. I didn’t want her to lose interest in me.

“I’m sorry,” I apologize. She crosses her free hand and waves her other hand that holds the cig.

“Get lost,” She concludes. I slide off the wooden crates and onto my feet. I wanted to say more, but with her back to my face, I couldn’t utter a sound. I lower my head and walk away. When I get close to the classroom door I accidentally bump into someone. I turn my head up to see who. It’s Sooji. She looks emotionless til she furrows her eyebrows at me. I feel guilty again.

“Sorry. I should’ve watched where I was going-“

“You smoke?” She questions. I widen my eyes and wave my hands timidly. I didn’t realize how the scent of cigarettes had stuck itself onto my clothes.

“N-no. It’s-“ I stop myself. I shouldn’t reveal Harin’s secret. It will ruin her image.

“These guys were smoking near my bus stop,” I lie. Sooji nods her head slowly. I smile at her because she took the lie. She takes a step towards the door but I stop her by holding her arm. She looks at me curiously. Her deep and emotionless stare reminds me of Harin. I lick my lips and avert my eyes to the ground.

“How do you feel about the game?” I ask, looking back up. Sooji grips her fist.

“...I hate the game. Whoever made the game is a psychopath,” She reveals. As she answers me I notice she’s staring past my head. I follow her gaze and see Harin walking over. She eyes my hand on Sooji’s arm and I self-cautiously return my hand to my side.

“Hi, Sooji!” She beams sweetly. Sooji doesn’t respond. Harin smiles widely with her teeth showing. A fake and numbing smile which I’ve seen many times before. She turns her attention to me and it makes me halt my thoughts.

“Hi, Y/N… Ready for class?” She chirps.

“Y-yes,” I reply, rubbing my thumb across my knuckles. She stares at me carefully before placing her hand on the door behind me. I cowardly under her pressure. Her body and the door trap me in between. I blush at her body heat against mine. I glance over at Sooji who is examining our interaction. I feel a wave of embarrassment run down my spine. Why is Harin doing this in front of her? It’s making me shy and… greedy. Harin chuckles darkly. She slides the door open and leaves me breathless. Sooji watches me silently with an unexplainable look. I turn to walk in the door without looking back.

I have rejected Harin’s kiss over and over and it has finally ticked her off.

“Aren’t you grateful you’re in grade A? If it weren’t for me, you would be in F,” She hisses, “Is this how you thank me? Do you need to learn your place?” Tears threaten to fall down my cheekbones. I can’t bear to look at her further. She looks evil. Her eyes are dilated and blank. She takes small steps forward which results in me walking backwards. She grabs my tie and slams me against the wall. I wince at the pain that spread across my back. She leans her lips to my ears. I push her shoulders, but she remains taking up my space and mind.

“Since you’re making yourself difficult for me… I have no choice but to make you rank F,” She sighs, “So that I can do anything I want to you.” I halt my movement to stare at her in fear. I am lost for words. Her true nature is revealing and it frightens me. She looks down to my lips and a sigh escapes hers. She looks back into my eyes. Lust clouds her mind.

“Stop,” I beg. She begins to lean her face in. I close my eyes as tears roll down. I hate it. I don’t want it. The classroom door suddenly slams open. Harin removes herself from me and I weakly collapse onto the ground. I look up to see Soojin walking in. She spares me one glance before walking to her seat. Ignoring us, she starts placing her notebooks and pens on the table. I wanted to get up and thank her for saving me from that, but I remained seated at the bottom of Harin’s feet. Harin remains emotionless and returns to her seat. She pulls out her phone and types something. Her posture is straight. I let out a sound of disbelief. She did all of that and can still act normal?

“What are you doing on the ground?” My classmates ask as they start flooding in.

“I dropped a pencil. It’s gone now,” I lie. They help me stand to my feet. I shuffle over to my seat. Harin ignores my presence and I feel a pain in my heart. I sit down quietly. I glance over her to see her emotionlessly staring at the board. Seo Doah, our class president, stands in front of the class.

“Today is the last Thursday of the month,” She says. I widen my eyes. Already? How is it already the end of the month? I look at Harin to see her lips curl into a small smile. Memories of her threatening my rank flood my mind.

“The 13th Pyramid game…starts now,” Doah announces. Shuffling sounds of students getting out the phones start. I reach for my phone with shaky hands. I press on the pyramid app and freeze. I have always placed Harin as my first vote and I assume she would do the same to me. There’s no way she would switch up now right? Just because I didn’t let her kiss me? I type down Baek Harin as my first. I look over to see that Harin had already finished. Her phone rests on the table as she crosses her arms. I quickly finish up my votes. After a couple more minutes, the voting officially ended. Doah looks at the results and hesitates. Her eyes glance at me for a second before she looks down again.

“The results are up. Please refresh,” She says. I hover my finger over the refresh button. Sounds of students mumbling amongst each other start getting louder. I press it. My eyes gloss in fear as I lift my head to look at Harin. I am grade F just like she said I would be. Suddenly I hear a loud whistle which makes me flinch. Three students grades B, C and D surround me like predators.

“I am surprised to see Harin’s pet drop from A to F!” Student B laughs. She strokes my hair like I am a dog. Student D pushes my textbooks onto the ground so she can sit on my desk. She tugs my chin and forces me to look at her.

“This is exciting. I always wanted to play with you,” She chuckles. Harin gently gets up from her seat and I beg her with my eyes to help me. She looks at the three students with a fake happy look.

“I don’t want to see any bruises or cuts on her, remember the rules,” She says. Student B giggles and pulls my head into her chest.

“Of course~” She chirps. Tears threaten to fall down my cheek. I feel so betrayed. I feel so lost. Harin’s talking about me as if it didn’t matter if they bully me. Did she not care? Am I just another toy? I clench my fist and try pushing the student's hands away from me.

“Harin please,” I beg. She ignores me and walks away from her desk. I am abandoned.

I grunt in pain as student D throws me against the basketball metal cart. She places her shoes against my stomach and leans her weight onto me. The softness of my stomach feels crushed under her feet. I claw at her ankles.

“Please stop,” I cry out. They have been bullying me for the past fifteen minutes since it was announced that I am ranked F. Student C laughs and leans down to level with my face. She brushes her thumb against my cheeks to wipe my tears.

“Awh is Y/N begging?” She pouts. She stands up and kicks the side of my stomach multiple times.

“Hey wait. Harin told us not to get her bruised,” Student B remembers. They stop their movement which allows me to suck in a breath. I groan in pain and roll aside in an attempt to run away from them.

“Oh shoot you’re right,” Student D worries.

“What are we going to do?”

“If Harin finds out… We’ll be in big trouble,”

“How about we-”

As they discuss amongst themselves, I pull myself to my feet using the metal cart. I bite my lips in pain to avoid making noises. I quietly walk myself towards the door. Suddenly a hand grabs my hair and pulls me back onto the ground. I let out a yelp.

“You thought you could just sneak past us?” Student B chuckles. She tugs my tie and slaps me across the face.

The bullying continued for another five minutes until they got tired and left me on the floor of the gym storage room. Finally, it is silent. I let out a shaky breath. Tears continue to roll down. I cry, but no sound comes out. I clench my jaw and pull myself off the ground. I drag myself to the door.

I bump into Sooji first in the middle of the soccer field. She has a notepad in her hands which indicates she’s running an errand for the professor. Her eyes soften when she notices my watery eyes.

“Sooji,” I start to sob. I face down to the ground in humiliation. My fist clenches to my sides and my body shakes uncontrollably. She drops the notepad and walks over. She places her fingers over the buttons on my shirt which have gotten loose during the bullying session. She fixes it as I continue to cry.

“T-thank you,” I sniff.

“I can help you. We can get rid of this game once and for all. If you want to join me… give me your phone,” She explains. With shaky hands, I grasp and pull out my phone. I wipe my tears with my sleeves.

“Can you really get rid of it?” I whimper. She looks deep into my eyes.

“Do you trust me?” She asks. The wind blows past my shoulders. I pause deep in thought. I would do anything to get rid of the F rank from my name. Desperation floods my veins. Without answering her vocally, I hand her my device and watch her type in her number. She hands it back to me.

“We’ll keep in contact secretly. I still don’t know who is running this game, but I have a hunch,” She discusses. She picks up the notepad.

“I’m going to leave so that people won’t get suspicious. I’ll message you soon,” She says before walking past me. I smile sadly and continue dragging myself to class. The pain in my stomach is starting to throb. As I walk up the stairs of the school building, I wince at each step. Sweat starts collecting on my neck. I take a break to catch my breath. This can’t be the reality I live in… I refuse. I hear footsteps which causes me to look over.

Harin.

She wears a beige sweater over the school's white button-up. Her neatly brushed hair rests on her shoulders. She has a bright smile on her face. She walks over and scans my body carefully. I feel small and dirty under her gaze. My white button-up has patches of dirt and shoe marks. My hair is messy and tangled. Her nose scrunches in disgust and my stomach flips. Do I look that bad?

“I’m sorry,” I don’t know why those words came out of my mouth. I don’t even know what I am apologizing for. My lips quiver in shame. She fakes a pout and leans close to my ears.

“Hang in there. It’s not your fault,” She whispers in venom. She takes a step away from me, but I clench onto her arm. She gasps in shock.

“Please help me, Harin. I will do anything,” I cry. She leans her face down and chuckles darkly. She tugs her arm away from me and my hand falls to my side. I stare up at her between my water eyelashes. She places her shoes on top of mine and presses down. An act of power.

“I’ll think about it. For now, I need to break you more,” She shrugs and walks away. Leaving me sobbing. As she walks away I feel my life crashing. No! Why is she leaving me? I need her! She is the answer to my escape!

“There you are~” I hear student B tease. I freeze in fear.

The bullying continues for five more days. Harin continues to ignore me. I watch as she laughs joyfully with her friends. I worry she has truly forgotten about me. I’ve started to accept my fate. The bruises and cuts on my body have gotten more intense.

I stare at myself in front of the PE locker room mirror. My button shirt is unbuttoned, exposing my bra and stomach. The bruises and cuts have started to become more visible. I rub my fingers across the bruise on my hip and hiss in pain. My under-eye bag has gotten darker. I have started to lose weight. I hug my body tight. The door swings open and I quickly cover my chest with my arms. I watch the culprit walk over using the mirror.

“What are you doing here?” Harin asks. I shake my head, unable to speak. She examines my exposed stomach and I see her eyes widen.

“What is that?” She points at my bruises. I stay quiet. She tugs my shirt and I try to push her hands away. She doesn’t stop til she successfully removes the shirt from my body. The cold air makes my skin prickle. She stares at my body and I blush in embarrassment. I have cuts and bruises all over. I feel ugly. I don’t want her to see me like this. She gently puts her hand over my cut and I hiss as she scraps her fingernail across it.

“Those fools… I told them not to leave a bruise or cut on you,” She fumes. She looks up to my watery eyes.

“I’ll fix this,” She promises. She picks up my shirt and helps me get into it. Then she hugs me. Her gentle and warm touches make me sob. I have not felt this in so long. She successfully broke me. I nervously clench my hands on her sweater. I want to hold onto her. I want to be in her arms forever. I feel safe. She removes herself from the hug. She smiles and cups my face. She brings her face close.

“Do you agree with everything I say? I can help you with this,” She asks.

“Yes. Please help me,” I beg. Her eyes dilate and she places a kiss on my forehead.

“Let's get you clean up.” Her gentle fingers help me the whole way. Once she sees that I am good, she tells me to come back to class.

I walk behind her as we enter the classroom. The room grows quiet and they stare at us. Harin looks around till she sees the three students that have been bullying me. She calls them over with a smile which they gladly obey. She suddenly pulls me forward with her hand on the back of my neck and rips the top of my shirt open. My collarbone is exposed, revealing a bruise. I blush at the stares of students on my skin.

“Didn’t I tell you not to leave a bruise on her?” Harin hums. The three students' eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights. Harin waits patiently with her fingers rubbing my neck. She waits to see what kind of lame excuse they are going to come up with.

“We left a bruise?! Oh my goodness I did not know! I promise we didn’t go hard. She must have done that to herself!” Student B urges.

“Is that true? Did you do this to yourself?” Harin asks me. Why is the attention back on me? I turn to look at the three students who stare at me with anger. I can tell they want me to lie or I would get punished worse. My fist clenches in frustration. All the days they have tortured me. They deserve to rot.

“They did this to me,” I fum. They stare at me in shock.

“I see,” Harin breathes. The three girls quickly bow down to our feet. I feel a sense of power seeing them at my feet.

“I order no one to touch Y/n from now on even though she’s an F. She’s mine,” Harin announces. I feel a gush of love flood all over my body. I’m hers. She told the whole classroom. I am not a secret. She saved me. I watch as she places her foot onto Student B’s hand. She applies pressure, causing the student to wince.

“As for you three. I have exposed your family's dirty company secrets to the world. This is what happens when you don’t listen to me,” She chuckles. The three students gasps and cry out, but Harin turns her attention to me. She buttons up my shirt and pats my cheeks.

“Let’s go to our seat Y/n,” She chirps. Her hands never leave my upper thighs the whole class time. Rubbing her thumb against the flesh of my inner thigh. She gives it a squish a couple of times and bites her bottom lip. Embarrassingly enough, I ignore the wetness that has built up between my legs. I am addicted to being hers.

“Come home with me today,” She whispers.

“Okay,” I breathe. She gives my thighs another squeeze. My body humiliatingly jerks up. I gently place a hand on top of hers. She raises an eyebrow. She wonders if I am planning to remove her hand, but I wasn’t planning that. In fact I start playing with her fingers. In awe at how smooth and long her fingers are. She allows me to play with her fingers.

“Ready to come home?” She asks me as she puts on her backpack. I put mine on and nod my head. I don’t know what she has planned, but I trust her. I want her to do anything to me and I would be thankful for it. She holds my hands and I feel my cheeks burn up. During the whole walk, she never let go. Students would stare, but I am glad they are. They need to know I am hers and, hopefully, in some way, she is mine. We wait by the road of the school and a black Mercedes pulls up. The driver comes out and opens the door for us. I agape in amazement. She is super rich. During the car ride, she distanced herself. She focuses her attention on her phone. I stay quiet, but I deeply crave her attention and touch. I distract myself by staring out the window. Twenty minutes pass and we start pulling up at a mansion. I gulp nervously.

“You live here?” I gasp. She laughs and pulls out a cigarette. In a quick motion, she flicks the lighter and lights the end of the cig. She smokes it and continues walking. I follow behind like a lost dog. She finishes about halfway before flicking it to the ground. She continues walking, I turn around to see a maid picking up the cig. The doors of the mansion open as she approaches. A few maid bows to greet us.

“Leave us alone for the rest of the day,” Harin orders. They quietly nod their heads and turn to exit. I stare around the building. The ceilings are tall and the windows expose large amounts of light in. The walls are pearl white and the chandelier glow. We end up in her room. I can tell by the scent that engulfed me when I entered. I stand awkwardly at the door, not knowing what to do. Harin walks to her closet and pulls out a pink bathrobe. She hands it to me and I blush.

“Go use my shower. I’ll be next door showering as well,” She explains. I stare at the robe.

“What? Do you not want to?” She questions slowly. I immediately shake my head.

“I do! I will do anything you ask,” I promise. She chuckles, her eyes dilating. She licks her lips and crosses her arms. She turns her body to the door and exits. I stand like a fool in the middle of her room. I enter her bathroom and bite my lips. I slowly pull the black tie from my collar. I stare at myself in her mirror; watching my fingers unbutton each button on my white shirt. I tug my black skirt down til it falls to my ankle. I stare at my body that only has a bra and underwear. I blush. I turn my face away from the mirror and remove my underclothes. I step into the shower and turn on the water. Once the water touches my skin I relax. I hum and close my eyes. The water relaxes my tense body.

Once I was done I walked out and wrapped myself in the pink bathrobe. I explore all her skin care products. With curiosity, I apply some to my face. The moisturizer sinks into my skin. I feel refreshed and clean. I walk out of the bathroom and see her sitting on her bed typing on her phone. With close inspection, it’s my phone she’s looking at. She’s in a white bathrobe. Her face lightens up when she sees me. She pats the empty side of the bed next to her. I shyly obey and crawl onto the bed. My knees feel the soft and smooth textures of her bed sheets. I sit next to her and play with my fingers. She places my phone on her bed desk and turns her attention to me. My face is already flustered red. She draws her fingers along my face. She drags her thumb across my bottom lip.

“I’ve been waiting to kiss you for so long,” She sighs. She tilts her head to stare at my eyes as she continues to play with my lips. My eyes feel heavy with lust. She gets in between my legs, her skin brushes against mine. She places her hands beside my head and leans in. She doesn’t ask for permission as she grazes her lips against mine as a test. Her lips are so soft and plump. I crave more. She returns to kissing me. I sigh in pleasure as her tongue brushes against mine. I wrap my arms around her neck to pull her closer. My mind is clouded with lust, I forget to breathe. She pulls away, leaving a trail of spit that connects us. She smiles sinfully. She bends to my ear as her hands explore my body underneath the robe.

“I broke you,” She chuckles. She nips my ear and I yelp. She laughs and brushes her tongue against the shell of my ear. She dips her face against my neck and grazes her teeth against it. She bites and I shut my eyes while wincing.

“Please be gentle,” I choke. She tugs my bathrobe open and cups her cold fingers around my chest. She pinches my nub harshly. My body thrashes and arches.

“I don’t want to,” She purrs. She starts sucking on my nibble. Her tongue rolls around it, coating her wet saliva all over. Every time she bites down I cry out. Tears start collecting in the corner of my eye. She glances at my teary eyes and her eyes soften. She leans up to gently kiss my temple. Her other hand sneaks between my legs.

“W-wait!” I gasp. She quiets me by leaving sloppy kisses on my lips. Her fingers play with my inner thigh, not touching my core. She pulls away, her eyes heavy and cheeks red. I stare at her between my legs. Her white robe fell off her shoulders, exposing her body. My thighs forcefully open between her hips. She leans back to look at me. My hair is displaced all over her pillow. My chest rose up and down fast. My cunt glistens and her mouth waters.

‘Let me in,” She blushes. I reach down to cover my cunt, but she jerks my hand above my head. Her skin rubs against my core and I grunt in embarrassment. She pepper kisses around my neck and ear.

“Let me make you feel good,” She purrs. I gasp for air when I feel her middle finger graze my wet cunt. She touches just the surface area and it leaves me sighing. She brings the finger to my face with a proud smile.

“You’re wet,” She breathes. She returns her fingers to the top of my cunt and refuses to move. She leans in.

“I am going to ask just one more time. Will you let me in?” Her eyes are dark. My train of thought is messed up. I can’t think clearly. She clouds my mind.

“Yes,” I finally choke out. She immediately rubs her two fingers against my clit. I arch my back and let out a cry. The humiliating sound of my wet core being played by her finger starts to sound louder. Suddenly she removes her fingers, allowing me to breathe. She kneels back.

“Take the bathrobe off,” She demands. I rub my wet eyes before obeying her. I tug the pink robe off me completely and the cold air tickles me. She takes off her white rub and I stare lustfully at her body. Her smooth skin and curves look so biteable. She places two hands on both my thighs and splits them apart wider. I widen my eyes when I see her lowering her face to my core. Her bare butt lifts up.

“H-harin!” I blush. She sticks out her tongue and licks a long drag up. I moan, putting the back of my hand against my mouth. She spreads my wetness and her saliva around my clit. She licks and sucks. My thighs shake around her head. I moan loudly. My hands go down to touch her head. She looks up at me between my thighs. I see her mouth glisten with my wetness. I breathe heavily. My hair sticks against my sweaty forehead and neck. She pushes my thighs apart further and licks harshly.

“W-wait! I- I am,” I can’t continue my sentence without moaning. Her tongue is so good against my core. I shove my hand against her head to push her away. I am too stimulated. I don’t know how much longer I can last. She leans away with a hard look on her features. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She shoves her two fingers into my core. I cry out and thrash my body.

“Don’t push me away ever again,” She grunts between each thrust. Tears roll down my cheeks. Her long and skillful fingers plunge into me deep. I lean my head back into the pillow. I moan loudly which makes her smile. My legs fall onto her shoulders and she leans her body forward. She watches my features carefully; examining how my eyes close and my mouth opens wide to release sighs and moans.

“Harin.. Ah!” I cry. She continues abusing her fingers into me. Deep and fast. I knew I wasn’t going to last longer. I feel my walls clenching around her digits. My stomach feels funny.

“Agh! I am close!” She kisses my forehead. With a few more thrusts, I come to her hand. She lets me catch my breath against her ear. She removes her soaking fingers from my core. As she examines the wetness coating her finger, my phone rings. She looks at my phone on her side desk and watches how it vibrates against the wood. I turn my head over to see who is calling me. My heart drops.

Sooji is calling me.

Harin laughs bitterly, her eyes glinting with jealousy. I turn my body over and reach for my phone. My bare butt facing Harin. I fumble as I try to decline the call, but Harin presses her body against my back. She leans her mouth onto my ear.

“Answer it,” She hisses. She kisses my shoulders.

“What?” I blush. Harin rubs her hand down my back. She stops at my butt and slaps it. I flinch forward.

“Answer it and don’t moan,” I let out a breathy sigh. With shaky fingers, I click on the green answer button.

“Hello?” I ask. Harin plunges her fingers into me. I fall onto the bed with my ass up.

“Y/n, I am glad you answered. Are you free for the next five minutes?” Sooji asks. Harin thrusts harder as if she wants me to fail. I muffle my moans into the bed.

“Y-yes,” I choke out. Harin bites my shoulders and I let out a wince.

“Are you okay?” Sooji questions.

“Yes! Yes- Ah! I am okay,” I could feel myself losing control. I don’t know if I could keep my moans down with how Harin is abusing my cunt.

“Okay… I am wondering if you’re still on the same side as me. Do you want to take down the pyramid game?” Harin halts her movement which allows me to answer.

“I am not sure,” I breathe out. My mind is foggy.

“I found out that Harin is the creator of the game,” Sooji reveals. I freeze. I am lying here with Harin’s finger in me. The creator of this fucked up game. The game that broke me down til I am nothing but Harin’s submissive friend.

“I- I see…” I blurt. I can feel Harin breathing against my ear. I wish I could see her face.

“To remove the game, we must take down Baek Harin,” The clock ticks and I repeat the sentence in my head. Am I willing to take down Harin? The girl who saved me? The girl who would destroy the world for me? The girl who has her fingers resting in my soaking cunt? My wetness runs down my thighs.

“I can’t do that to Harin,” I finally answer. Harin feels her heart flutter.

“What? Why? This game caused you to-” Sooji’s voice gets muffled out by Harins.

“Good girl,” She purrs. I moan shamelessly. She starts to gradually increase her speed again. I buckle my hips against her finger. I sigh and pant against the bed sheets. Harin picks up the phone. She places it against her ear and smiles.

“Hi Sooji. Sorry, Y/n’s busy right now,” She chuckles before ending the call. She tosses the phone to the side, her eyes not leaving my body. She loves how my body chases after her digits. She loves hearing how I moan her name. She has broken me, but I have never felt more alive because of her.

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tuffwrap · 1 month ago

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Temporary ceilings, Walls, and Floors for Your Job Site

#temporary construction barrier #interior protection systems #suspended tarp barrier system

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spyskrapbook · 6 months ago

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"Unité d’Habitation / La Cité Radieuse", 280 Boulevard Michelet, 13008, Marseille, France [1947-52] _ Architect: Le Corbusier _ Photos by: Spyros Kaprinis [25.05.2024].

"The building takes the form of a housing bar 135 metres long, 24 metres wide, 56 metres high and mounted on stilts. Three hundred and thirty apartments, divided into twenty-three different types, can accommodate a population of between 1,500 and 1,700 occupants having at their disposal on the seventh and eighth floors a shopping street and a hotel-restaurant, together with a kindergarten and sports facilities on the roof terrace. The constructive principle adopted, the so-called “bottle rack”, consists in building apartments inside an independent frame of posts and reinforced concrete beams. The apartments are made up of standard elements assembled on the site. All the apartments are dual-aspect, except those on the south side. A sun-break loggia provides an open-air facility at the same time as limiting exposure to sunlight. Protected by double glazing, the apartment interiors are subject to the two basic rules of naval and monastic architecture: rationalism and simplicity. The living room, open on two levels, is the nucleus of the family “home”; upstairs the parents’ room occupies the mezzanine. The kitchen is equipped like a laboratory: electric cooker, refrigerator, rubbish chute and storage racks. The entire apartment is fitted with racks replacing traditional storage. The ventilation of the kitchen, bathroom and toilets is mechanically operated, while the entire apartment is supplied with clean air by an air conditioning system. These facilities were not found in the low-cost collective housing units of the time, and the standard surface areas of the Unité d’Habitation are greater than these by between 40% and 50%. The seventeen-storeys below the terrace are connected by eight interior streets which, given the overlap of the two-storey apartments, each serve three floors. Each street is accessed by a battery of four elevators complemented by a service elevator and three emergency staircases. The entire building and its equipment are designed in terms of the Modulor, the universal measuring unit conceived by Le Corbusier."

#Unité d’Habitation #La Cité Radieuse #Marseille #France #Le Corbusier #1947 #1952 #Spyros Kaprinis #2024 #Concrete #Brutalism #Housing #Architecture

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Things Biden and the Democrats did, this week #16

April 26-May 3 2024

President Biden announced $3 billion to help replace lead pipes in the drinking water system. Millions of Americans get their drinking water through lead pipes, which are toxic, no level of lead exposure is safe. This problem disproportionately affects people of color and low income communities. This first investment of a planned $15 billion will replace 1.7 million lead pipe lines. The Biden Administration plans to replace all lead pipes in the country by the end of the decade.

President Biden canceled the student debt of 317,000 former students of a fraudulent for-profit college system. The Art Institutes was a for-profit system of dozens of schools offering degrees in video-game design and other arts. After years of legal troubles around misleading students and falsifying data the last AI schools closed abruptly without warning in September last year. This adds to the $29 billion in debt for 1.7 borrowers who wee mislead and defrauded by their schools which the Biden Administration has done, and a total debt relief for 4.6 million borrowers so far under Biden.

President Biden expanded two California national monuments protecting thousands of acres of land. The two national monuments are the San Gabriel Mountains National Monument and the Berryessa Snow Mountain National Monument, which are being expanded by 120,000 acres. The new protections cover lands of cultural and religious importance to a number of California based native communities. This expansion was first proposed by then Senator Kamala Harris in 2018 as part of a wide ranging plan to expand and protect public land in California. This expansion is part of the Administration's goals to protect, conserve, and restore at least 30 percent of U.S. lands and waters by 2030.

The Department of Transportation announced new rules that will require car manufacturers to install automatic braking systems in new cars. Starting in 2029 all new cars will be required to have systems to detect pedestrians and automatically apply the breaks in an emergency. The National Highway Traffic Safety Administration projects this new rule will save 360 lives every year and prevent at least 24,000 injuries annually.

The IRS announced plans to ramp up audits on the wealthiest Americans. The IRS plans on increasing its audit rate on taxpayers who make over $10 million a year. After decades of Republicans in Congress cutting IRS funding to protect wealthy tax cheats the Biden Administration passed $80 billion for tougher enforcement on the wealthy. The IRS has been able to collect just in one year $500 Million in undisputed but unpaid back taxes from wealthy households, and shows a rise of $31 billion from audits in the 2023 tax year. The IRS also announced its free direct file pilot program was a smashing success. The program allowed tax payers across 12 states to file directly for free with the IRS over the internet. The IRS announced that 140,000 tax payers were able to use it over their target of 100,000, they estimated it saved $5.6 million in tax prep fees, over 90% of users were happy with the webpage and reported it quicker and easier than companies like H&R Block. the IRS plans to bring direct file nationwide next year.

The Department of Interior announced plans for new off shore wind power. The two new sites, off the coast of Oregon and in the Gulf of Maine, would together generate 18 gigawatts of totally clean energy, enough to power 6 million homes.

The Biden Administration announced new rules to finally allow DACA recipients to be covered by Obamacare. Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA) is an Obama era policy that allows people brought to the United States as children without legal status to remain and to legally work. However for years DACA recipients have not been able to get health coverage through the Obamacare Health Care Marketplace. This rule change will bring health coverage to at least 100,000 uninsured people.

The Department of Health and Human Services finalized rules that require LGBTQ+ and Intersex minors in the foster care system be placed in supportive and affirming homes.

The Senate confirmed Georgia Alexakis to a life time federal judgeship in Illinois. This brings the total number of federal judges appointed by President Biden to 194. For the first time in history the majority of a President's nominees to the federal bench have not been white men.

#Thanks Biden #Joe Biden #student loans #loan forgiveness #lead poisoning #clean water #DACA #health care #LGBT rights #queer kids #taxes #tax the rich

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Broken Hearts. Part 24 (Epilogue)

Warnings- None.

Time had passed, and six months had gone by since that fateful day.

You found yourself casually walking down the cobblestone streets of Paris, the city's rich architectural beauty capturing your fascination.

A subtle smile graced your lips as you soaked in the sights and sounds of the city, a sense of peacefulness settling within you despite the memories of the past.

The street was teeming with life, filled with the sound of voices and laughter, a vibrant energy that seemed to fill the city. It was a stark contrast to the silence and solitude that had consumed you during those dark days.

People moved about their day, engaged in various activities, all adding to the lively atmosphere. Children giggled and played on the cobblestones, while vendors called out their wares, contributing to the symphony of sounds.

For the first time in what felt like forever, a profound sense of peace washed over you, and a newfound hope slowly began to take root in your heart.

The memories of the past were still there, lingering like shadows in the back of your mind, but the pain didn't feel as raw as it once did. It still hurt, but the anguish had lessened, and hope had started to weave its way back into your life.

During your aimless strolling, a charming café caught your eye, nestled away in a tranquil corner.

The cafe's welcoming ambiance drew you closer, the softly glowing lights illuminating the interior, as you hovered in uncertainty, reminding you of your own cafe, which was smoothly getting run by Peter, MJ, Happy and May.

For a moment, you debated on whether to indulge in a solitary cup of coffee, but the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed espresso proved to be too alluring to resist.

Settling into a quiet seat near the window, you placed your order, requesting a latte from the waiter. As you waited, a sense of contentment and tranquility washed over you.

With the cup in your hands, you took a slow sip of your latte, allowing the warm beverage to soothe your soul.

In the tranquility of the moment, your thoughts turned to the events that had occurred after that horrific day, the waves of grief, disbelief, and loneliness that had gripped you, leaving you drowning in despair.

As the truth unfolded, it came to light that Lloyd had meticulously pre-planned the bombing of the compound. The man Steve and Bucky had killed was there to strategically plant explosives in various locations around the building.

Amidst the turmoil and pain, you still remembered the steadfast support of both Nick and Ari. They had been there for you during your darkest moments, their comforting presence a beacon of hope amidst the storm.

And in that quiet café, as you took another sip of your latte, a profound realization washed over you. You had found a new family in them, a support system that would hold you up when you lacked the strength to carry on alone.

You had taken on the responsibility of managing Lloyd's business, a challenge you faced with determination and grit.

With the help of Nick, Jake, Ari, and Andy, you all worked together to keep the business running smoothly. They brought new ideas to the table, implemented new procedures, and helped you navigate the complexities of the things Lloyd use to do.

As fate would have it, with the help of Jake, you obtained the videos that Steve had recorded with Peggy without her knowledge.

With this evidence, Jake forwarded these recordings to Peggy's husband, Daniel, who subsequently initiated divorce proceedings against her.

The consequences were severe for Peggy; she lost her husband, her financial stability, and ultimately, her job. With her life in disarray, she was forced to relocate far away, as everything unraveled around her.

Together, you formed a team that worked towards achieving the shared goal, and over the months, you had grown to become like family, always having each other's backs.

Nick had always possessed a fierce protective nature, and following the incident, this trait intensified further. Whenever you were in public, he would stick close to your side, his proximity deterring any would-be troublemakers.

He vigilantly observed every man that dared to cast a glance in your direction, his intense gaze enough to make many look away. Nick found pride in the role of your protector, and it made him feel closer to Lloyd.

Time passed, and it became increasingly evident that Nick had taken the role of your steadfast protector. He remained a constant presence beside you, acting as a barrier between you and any men who would attempt to display interest in you or approach you.

You would sometimes tease him about it, saying he was your knight in shining armor, but deep down you appreciated his fierce defense.

Standing in front of the breathtaking Eiffel Tower, you were captivated by its beauty, when suddenly you felt a powerful pair of arms encircling your waist. A familiar voice whispered in your ear, “What's going through your mind, Sugar?”

Upon turning, a broad smile spread across your face as you laid eyes on the man who stood behind you, his sturdy arms firmly encircling your waist.

“You…” you said with a soft chuckle, feeling an overwhelming mixture of affection and nervousness. As you looked up at him, a flutter of butterflies took flight within your stomach.

In a tender and affectionate gesture, Lloyd leaned down towards you, his warm lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss.

In that instant, time seemed to stand still, and all other thoughts and distractions faded away, leaving you nothing but the blissful sensation of his touch and the tenderness of the moment.

Against all odds, Lloyd miraculously survived the devastating blast, albeit severely wounded.

Thrown a decent distance by the sheer power of the explosion, he found himself in the debris, battered and bruised. Yet his resilience prevailed, fueled by his unwavering determination to fulfil the promise he had made to you.

Through sheer force of will, he propelled himself forward, struggling to make his way through the wreckage. As he spotted Nick, Ari, and you in the distance, preparing to leave, he realized it was crucial to make his presence known.

Ignoring the throbbing pain that coursed through him with each step, he gritted his teeth and pushed his legs to carry him towards you, every movement becoming increasingly challenging, as he tried to call you all.

Nick was the first to notice, his eyes widening in surprise and relief as he laid eyes on Lloyd. You and Ari soon followed suit, quickly returning to his side.

As Lloyd staggered towards you, his clothing tattered and drenched in blood, his face smudged with soot, you could notice the look of relief in his eyes as he finally collapsed into your arms.

Lloyd had been forced to undergo strict bed rest in the wake of the incident. Consequently, the responsibility of managing his business had fallen upon you, with the supportive assistance of Nick, Ari, Jake, and Andy. Despite their unwavering help, the task remained demanding, requiring significant time and effort on your part.

In typical Lloyd fashion, despite the doctors' best efforts, Lloyd adamantly refused to cooperate with them and resolutely refused to accept a designated nurse for his care. Consequently, you found yourself thrust into the role of his personal nurse, having to tend to his needs and ensure his recovery process went smoothly.

As the days dragged on, Lloyd's restlessness grew exponentially. Being confined to his room, with little freedom to move or engage in any productive activity, took its toll on his mind and spirit.

“I feel so damn useless,” he grumbled, his gaze fixed on the ceiling above him.

“You're healing,” you replied calmly, positioning yourself beside him. “You need to rest. We've got everything covered, don't you worry.”

Lloyd let out a sigh, his irritation clear as he expressed his desire to be useful. “But I want to help,” he protested. “I hate just sitting here, not doing anything.”

With a wicked smile, you proposed a bargaining chip that you knew he couldn't resist, “If you behave, and rest, I'll go down on you…” you suggested, your tone sultry.

Yep, that was the only way to get Lloyd to rest.

Though it took a considerable amount of time, Lloyd eventually recovered from his injuries. To mark his healing, he was adamant about taking you on a trip to Paris.

“You desperately need a vacation, Sugar!” he declared adamantly, disregarding any protests you might have had. “And what better place to unwind than the ‘City of Love’ itself?”

So, here you are now, walking through the bustling streets of Paris, hand in hand. You both visited famous landmarks, indulged in delicious French pastries, and just enjoyed each other's company.

As you walked hand in hand, a gentle breeze blowing through your hair, Lloyd smiled at you, grateful for this moment with you.

“I love you Sugar.” “I love you too, Lloyd.”

This trip to Paris marked the beginning of many more adventures for you and Lloyd. You and Lloyd traveled to different parts of the world, exploring new cultures and creating unforgettable memories together.

From the vibrant streets of Mumbai, to the breath-taking landscapes of Iceland, you experienced it all, together.

Each trip brought you closer, your love and bond growing stronger with each passing day. And even amidst the chaos of the world, you found solace in each other, a love that weathered any storm.

In the secluded countryside of Romania, on Barnes' private property, two men stood engaged in heated discussion, meticulously mapping out their next steps.

Steve and Bucky had miraculously survived the blast as well, though not without sustaining harm. While Steve had thankfully escaped with only minor injuries, Bucky had suffered a major loss- his left arm, shot by Nick's bullet.

Bucky's state of despair was palpable; he felt a profound sense of inadequacy and disappointment in himself, perceiving his injuries as a personal failure. His anger towards Nick simmered beneath the surface, yet he found himself unable to face him due to his condition.

The absence of his left arm wrought havoc in his life, thwarting his ability to execute even the most basic tasks, thereby intensifying his feeling of unworthiness.

Steve keenly observed the turbulent wrath and frustration seething within Bucky, striving to offer comfort. However, his efforts were met with deaf ears; Bucky's wrath flared, fixated on seeking retribution, with Nick as his desired target.

Bucky paced the room like a caged animal, his fingers tightly clenched into a fist. “I can't just let those bastards get away with it!” he hissed, the anger in his voice evident.

Steve's voice held firm and reassuring, responding confidently, “We will, Buck. I promise you.”

Bucky continued his restless pacing, his right hand clenching into a tight fist.

With vehemence in his voice, he asserted, “I can't simply let them get away with this! They must be held accountable for their transgressions!”

“We will make sure of it, Buck. You have my assurance,” Steve responded, his voice resolute and encouraging. “With Lloyd now deceased, their strength falters. We shall exact our vengeance.”

With Tony Stark's assistance, Bucky was equipped with an advanced, vibranium-based prosthetic arm, meticulously engineered to meet his unique requirements. The arm was remarkably lightweight and comfortable to wear, yet it possessed the strength to match his remaining natural arm. Armed with this formidable prosthetic, Bucky's combat abilities were elevated to unparalleled levels.

In collaboration with Steve, Bucky strategically devised an elaborate scheme, aimed at reclaiming you and exacting revenge upon Nick and Ari.

As a captivating tune filled the air through the radio, Bucky made a request, his voice tinged with excitement. “Turn up the volume, Steve.”

“Absolutely,” Steve readily obliged, adjusting the radio's volume knob, immersing them further in the music.

“One way or another, I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya”

Part 23- ✅

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Sfw and nsfw hcs for the Arcobaleno (khr) all sharing an SO, please!

Just to be completely sure that no one misunderstands, we’re talking about the Arcobaleno in the context that all of them still have their normal bodies! I also included Lal Mirch instead of Luce just like you requested in another ask.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, toxic relationship, obsession, stalking, manipulation, blackmailing, overprotective behavior, stalking, guilt-tripping, isolation, abduction, threats, death, polyamory, Nsfw, sensory depravation, ropes, handcuffs, threesome, edging, blowjob, corruption kink, overstimulation, tentacles, voyeurism, size kink, afab reader for the Nsfw part

Sharing an s/o

Under normal circumstances it is highly unlikely that all seven of those people would be able to share one darling yet the one thing that is going to play the one deciding factor is that all of them are holders of the Arcobaleno Pacifiers. It is this fact that single-handedly holds this entire team together yet even within this largely very reluctant and begrudging agreement there is always conflict, distrust and betrayal involved. There are Arcobaleno who get along better with another Arcobaleno and who actually team up together when sharing you as well as protecting you from another Arcobaleno who is distrusted amongst others. Then there are Arcobaleno who actively scheme how to get their hands on you all by themselves, who might even be ready to ignore the overall duties they have only to never succeed due to the effort and strength of the other Arcobaleno. Peace is fragile and chaos ensues more than often and despite best efforts sometimes you get dragged into those fights. It is no one's intention to harm you though if you were to be hurt during the conflict whoever was responsible fotr the escalation will be shunned and forbidden from getting close to you for a long time.

Seven of the strongest people are protecting you and loving you so it isn't an understatement that you are possibly one of the best protected people in the world. You have the strongest Martial Artist, the strongest Hitman, a brilliant scientist, two combat experts, an illusionist and a man known as the "Immortal Stuntman". Only a suicidal fool or delusional maniac would attempt to harm you or use you as a hostage as even if only one of them were obsessed with you this would be a task considered highly difficult or nearly impossible. Still, some measurements have to be taken so you are moved to another house in a more secluded area. A decision not easy for you, especially since you are most likely not alright with the thought of having to be the lover to seven of the strongest people on earth. By choosing the place you would call home from now on the Arcobaleno have also ensured that the place is well protected and have installed multiple other safety measurements. Verde has installed cameras, Colonnello and Lal Mirch have set up traps and the entire interior is filled with secret passages and weapons in case an intruder gets into the house.

You are familiarised enough with the hidden doors and the passages that you will be able to hide safely if there should ever be an occasion where someone even manages to bypass the traps as well as the security system yet you are never told enough so that you are enabled to make plans to escape this place. Normally the Arcobaleno try to see it through that at least one of them always stays with you as technology and secret passages can only do so much to protect you. It is no denial that there are one or two members who the rest wouldn't like you to be left alone with for an extended perios of time as a trustworthy and reliable Arcobaleno would then have to stay with you as well, so little trust is given to those specific people. It isn't common for all seven to gather together as they are people who travel all over the world and still have missions and assassinations to fulfill meaning that there is quite an influx as well as efflux of them. Some of them only stay for a few days, others manage to spend weeks with you before they have to leave again. It is due to the increased risk that would appear the moment you were to leave your home that keeps you locked up like a princess in a fairytale.

Now that we have established some of the basics let's talk more in depth about each singular member as well as their role in this arrangement as well as how well they would get along with other Arcobaleno and if they would even go as far as teaming up with other members:

🐍Fon enjoys the trust of most of the other Arcobaleno and is essentially working as the peacemaker more than once, especially when tension and conflict arises as he always remains calm and composed with an admirable patience that doesn't waver even when other members snap at him. He's the one who explains the situation that you are in when you are initially brought to your new house and he is due to his serene composure the one Arcobaleno you find yourself seeking out the most when you're scared or when something is bothering you as he always lends you his ear whilst offering to prepare you some tea to soothe your anxiety. He's observant, in tune with your emotions which is why he often senses that something is bothering you long before you even consider talking about it. Fon is a very lucid person who gives you more lenience than some other Arcobaleno do yet he is not actively coddling you, fair in his judgement even if it involves punishing you for a mistake you did or a rule you broke. The martiat artist is arguably the one person you trust most, a fact which elicits jealousy and competitiveness from other Arcobaleno when they take notice of it.

🐍Traits that make him up boil down to his protective nature, lucid mind as well as a subtle streak of manipulation that he uses. Despite his abilities and his strength Fon is tame if compared to some of the other Arcobaleno yet he is one of the people who arguably influence you the most. He's good in gaining your trust which is why he arguably manipulates you the most in the least suspecting ways as he guides you through your new life and coaxes you to be more understandable and less hostile about everything. Something that Reborn points out to him when both of them are alone one time, a sly grin o the Hitman's face as he states that Fon truly is a sneaky snake for being the one slowly pushing you to accept your new life the most and even talking you into feeling a sense of peace even though your situation is so far from what should be normal. Fon only gives him a serene smile, merely remarking that he finds Reborn's perspective interesting as he never confirms nor denies if Reborn is actually correct with his assumption or not. Overall Fon is in a unique position as he works decent together with everyone, even dysfunctional members, yet never teams up closely with anyone.

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🐍Patience is a virtue that will be rewarded. Fon plays by those rules which is why he is rewarded as you not only willingly approach him but also by being the first Arcobaleno that gets to be that intimate with you. He wins the little competition going on amongst the group and even though he pretends to be humble deep down he is secretly proud that he's your first. You don't regret that decision you made even after you have pretty much made experience with all other Arcobaleno. Fon is kind, soothing, understanding and he guided you through the entire process as you were nervous and due to that slightly tense during your first time with him. He always guides you through it even after you have gotten a taste of everyone and it is this reassurance and patience that always draws you back. He makes you feel loved and adored in a way that has butterflies fluttering around in your stomach, knows how to soothe any insecurities you may have about your own body and lets you feel just how much he desires you. You're low-key obsessed with the dragon tattoo on his left arm and he always lets you trace your fingers over it, enjoying the way your fingers brush over the ink.

🐍He uses incense, body oils and is extremely gifted with his hands. He knows where to touch you, knows how to relax your muscles up by kneeding and massaging your flesh or easing his long digits into you before starting to pump in and out of you, coaxing your walls to loosen up for later. He could give you a massage without it getting sexual but the problem is that his hands feel way too good to the point where your pussy is always soaking wet at one point and obviously he always notices the way your body reacts to his hands squeezing your flesh. Even despite knowing your answer most of the time already he still asks you for your consens before he proceeds, letting you cum once around his fingers before he removes his own clothes and climbs on top of you, his body pressing against your back as he presses kisses against your skin all whilst grabbing your hip and guiding it slowly up until you can feel the tip of his erection pressing right against your hole. Fon seems to like creating relaxing environments, another example being how he likes easing you onto his cock during a hot bath all whilst praising you and pressing kisses against your chest and collarbone.

🐍Sometimes though it feels like there is another side hiding beneath that gentle exterior as you remember vividly how he reacted the first time you actually undid his braid and tugged at his longer hair, recall the abrupt hiss he let out before he shoved his hips with an unknown force against your own which caused your body to slam almost painfully against the edge of the bathtub. There was a short glimmer of something wild in his eyes before it quickly disappeared and he apologised to you. It is Reborn who whispers to you that there is a feral dragon hiding underneath that tame facade, one who is merely holding back to not break his precious lotus. You don't fully believe Reborn though which the mischievous man takes as a challenge. One time. One time Reborn manages to not only break Fon's polite and patient exterior but also joins him and you still don't know what exactly the Hitman said or did to get Fon so worked up. You only know that you are about to take a shower before both men walk in with a darkened gleam in their eyes. When you turn to Fon with questioning eyes he merely tells you that nothing is wrong all whilst his hands quickly free you from your layers of clothing.

🐍There are two greedy pairs of hands touching you, lips traveling all over your skin, tongues and fingers exploring your sensitive walls and coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you. There's Fon shoving your back against the large mirror in the bathroom, your legs wrapped around his hips as he thrusts into you with a speed and force that was previously unknown to you all whilst murmuring against your lips that you have no idea how breathtaking you look right now. There's him showing Reborn how to tie you up all prettily like a present waiting to be unwrapped, a skill you never knew he possessed before. There's the memory of sitting in Fon's lap, his long cock splitting you open and his lips travelling over your neck and back, his hands massaging your breasts whilst you are sucking off Reborn, two of your holes occupied at the same time with Fon occasionally reprimanding Reborn to go slower when noticing that you're struggling only for the Hitman to retort that both know that he's secretly enjoying it. Unsurprisingly you struggle to walk the next day. There's a subtle tension between them after, occasional glances they share which makes you wonder if you'll soon be ruined again.

🔫Reborn may be on a more mischievous side yet next to Fon he is also someone who most Arcobaleno trusts when it comes to your safety and protection. After all he’s the world’s strongest Hitman and his confident and charismatic personality manages to keep the little semblance of harmony within the group mostly together as well. In many aspects Reborn is actually like Fon yet he’s much more playful and sly about the way he presents himself. Still, no one can deny that there is an aura of intimidation he allows to slip out, especially if some other members of the group start acting out of hand and every Arcobaleno has had at least one moment where they were slightly scared of him. The Hitman is mindful to not let you be too frightened of him though even if he's naturally just on a more intimidating spectrum. It isn't the only reason why many Arcobaleno are careful around him though, it is also because Reborn is notoriously mischievous and comedically sadistic, Skull is by far his favorite victim to bully and torment. Reborn is aware of his feelings and he is honest about them to you and he loves pushing others buttons as well so that you get a glimpse of their darker feelings for you as well.

🔫Perhaps it is the honesty that you appreciate about him. Reborn is not one to sugarcoat anything, his words precise and straight to the point. He doesn't lie to you and in return you learn to be honest around him. Even if you do lie, Reborn can expertly deduce from your body language that you're not telling him the truth. Despite the natural aura of intimidation there is an air of composure and professionalism surrounding him that draws you to him, especially once you ask him what being a Hitman is like. You don't expect him to actually tell you some stories where he may not go into too much details but still tells you truthfully about assassinations he did and people he killed and despite the horror of those stories the way he speaks about those experiences fascinates you. In line with his impish nature he loves scaring you, often appearing behind you without you noticing him until you turn around and get a small heart attack to which he flicks your forehead amused. All of his confidence aside Reborn actually teaches you how to use a gun, justifying the decision to the other Arcobaleno by explaining that they should always prepare for a what-if-scenario, no matter how small it is.

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🔫Reborn and Fon have always been the two Arcobaleno that enjoyed the highest chances of spending time with you due to their capabilities so Reborn has always tried goading Fon into a little bet to see who you would trust first with satiating your sexual needs. Fon never complied with his teasing challenges though, deeming them to be childish. Nevertheless though, Reborn still notices that under all that humble appearance Fon is secretly feeling victorious that you ultimately choose him at first if the subtle glances he gives the Hitman the day after are anything to go by. Colonnello is someone Reborn has always considered his rival and by extension someone he considers his equal yet ever since the mutual obsession for you has been born the Hitman has learned to respect the martial artist a lot more as well. Yet Fon is one of those Arcobaleno that only expose their gentle and kind side to you without ever revealing the savage desire simmering beneath, something that Reborn intends to change. He knows after all that Fon is restraining his need for you and it is when you deny his words that the Hitman truly starts prodding and goading him until Fon snaps and gives in to his wants.

🔫Reborn is more open about his own desires for you though he's not drooling pathetically like Skull over you. No, instead he's slick, he's charming, he's a tease. He wants you to approach him and beg for him, especially after he knows that Fon got to know you on first base. He whispers in a low and husky voice suggestive things into your ears as he suddenly presses up from behind you, large hands grabbing your hips and pushing your rear even tighter against his bulge, warm lips pressing against the shell of your ear before he suddenly lets go and leaves you standing there as a confused and flustered mess. He has a dirty mouth yet his words are smooth and his voice is melodic as he whispers his little fantasies into your ear, pushing you and testing your limits. Despite his slightly bolder approach he still remains patient though he will admit that he has jerked off to the image of you once or twice when he indulged a bit too much in teasing you, your scent still clinging subtly to his clothes as he strokes his thick and aching length. He isn't even ashamed to hint to you that he may or may not have touched himself whilst thinking about you.

🔫Your first time with Reborn is wildly different than your first time with Fon. Reborn is a sadist yet he is weirdly gentle throughout it all as he bullies you. Dirty nicknames and dirty talking is absolutely involved though you can't be completely mad when he talks to you in his smooth and deep voice, the arousal still adding a tinge of humiliation that you actually enjoy being called such names and the expression you give him when he asks you if you actually get off of it is priceless and something Reborn greatly treasures. He likes involving pretty lingerie, handcuffs and blindfolds whenever he has you all for himself and he is bold enough to see it through that you're loud enough for other Arcobaleno in the house to hear you to let them know how much pleasure he brings you. He is a dom, has a thing if you call him "sir" in the bedroom and discovers that letting you wear his hat whilst you bounce on his dick is a dangerous sight that he plans to indulge more in. I imagine him as someone who is over 5'11 so if his darling should be notably smaller than him prepare for him to develop a major size kink since he knows that he's well endowed down there.

🔫If there is one person though Reborn finds himself often teaming up with it is Colonnello. They've been rivals for a long time now and compete frequently over you all in a still amicable but competitive way. That rivalry reaches new heights once Colonnello has gotten his own taste of you as well which expands their competition to the bedroom. Both actually ask you who you think did better for the first time, Colonnello much blunter than Reborn yet when you are unable to answer you quickly find your nude body pressed between both of those fine men as you're tugged back and forth as both want a taste of you. From that moment on it is a competition of who can make you cum first, who can make you cum faster, who can draw the most orgasms out of you and the list goes on and on. Colonnello accidentally rips the lingerie you wear apart, only grunting out an apology as he squeezes your ass and devours your lips. Reborn can't fully blame him though as he's sure that if he would have any less self-control he might have done the same. It's going to get loud as you aren't allowed to keep quiet nor does Colonnelo make any efforts to hide his grunts and groans. Reborn is the only one who stays quiet.

🔬If there is one Arcobaleno everyone collectively doesn't trust, it is Verde. Verde is a man who is only fueled by his own interests and fascination to the point where he is even willing to ignore his duties as an Arcobaleno and break the agreement. This is why he is never allowed to be left alone with you as there is always going to be another person staying with you when it is his shift to watch over you. The scientist is as you probably expect nothing short of displeased by this, chides the other Arcobaleno for this immature and distrusting behavior but it isn't like he doesn't know that if he could, he absolutely would keep you all for himself. His entire obsession started far more begrudgingly though as he has always only ever cared for his research which is why he initially didn't appreciate just how much of a distraction you were to him. After all he has dedicated his entire life to science so to figure out that his focus is getting split between his research and his newfound obsession with you initially made him dislike you a lot to the point where he briefly considered getting rid of you to regain his self-control. He doesn't believe in curses yet to him you are a curse for making him so obsessed.

🔬You can't necessarily say that you feel comfortable around Verde either. He disturbs you, creeps you out in some moments and all of that is mainly because he approaches his obsession with you like any true scientist would do with something unknown. He observes you, he actually creates a file solely for you and he notes down everything he finds out about you all in hopes of figuring out what it is that fascinates him so much about you. To the great agony of most other Arcobaleno he is the closest thing to a doctor that they have, a fact that Verde attempts to use to his advantage as he claims openly that he would rather not have some amateur doctor examining you when he not only knows so much more and would notice any symptoms so much faster but also because he would find a cure infinitely better for any illness you might catch. Often he approaches you in order to brag to you about his inventions only to get offended and end up schooling you about it when he realises that you aren't able to follow and it isn't uncommon either for him to rant about the incompetence of other Arcobaleno to you, especially if he doesn't agree with their decisions which often ignore his own suggestions for good reasons.

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🔬Frankly spoken, he is disgusted by the behavior some of the Arcobaleno show when it involves sex and it almost makes him glad at times that he spends so much time in his laboratory that is included in the house you are kept in with walls that shield him from any noises when one or two other members currently have their fun with you. There is one time he vividly remembers where he was with Fon and Reborn currently in the house, spending time in the laboratory for some research only to leave his room to hear loud moans, grunts and creaks coming from the bathroom which promptly led him to retreat back into his safe space, his hunger completely gone. He's only mildly disappointed that it is Fon who got tempted by Reborn as he has always liked to give the Martial Artist slightly more credit for discriminating against him less than other members of the group. It wouldn't have been a surprise if it would have been Colonnello with Reborn as those two often tagteam though in hindsight he is somewhat glad that it wasn't the combat expert as Verde has already once gotten the displeasure of hearing just how vocal the blonde man is when buried inside of you.

🔬Before any of the other Arcobaleno knock you up he prescribes you birth control pills, unwilling to risk being the one who would have to help deliver a screaming baby which would only add more chaos and give him an even bigger headache. His ire about the unbelievable behavior in regards to sex is something he expresses with greatest displeasure though, especially to people like Reborn and especially Colonnello who he accusses of sounding like a goddamn animal in heat. Once again it is Reborn who likes to push Verde off of his high horse by telling him that he is probably going to be one of the freakiest of them all once he gives in to his own desires as well. Oh, how you wish that Reborn would have been wrong with this assumption yet you indeed discover one day that the Hitman was right once again as you find yourself strapped to the hospital bed in his laboratory, completely naked all whilst Verde shuffles around in the shelves whilst admitting to you with a twinge of annoyance that he has had enough of you getting fucked senseless by the other Arcobaleno before he pulls out a blindfold, a gag and a vibrator. He hates to admit it though, now he's gotten curious as well.

🔬This truly feels like some sort of roleplay where he is the mad scientist and you are the unfortunate test subject and you dread to ask him if he thinks about this current situation as exactly that. Indeed Verde treats his first time with you like a study though and as the dedicated scientist that he is he truly wrings out everything he can until you feel like jelly. He observes every twitch of your body, every increase of your heartbeat, every hitch of your breath as he prods around your body before he slowly pushes his gloved fingers inside of you, the rubber material leaving an uncomfortable burn that has you squirming around, your whimpers muffled by the gag he has forced you to wear as he wouldn't want you to be a screaming and moaning mess as it would only distract him from his research. The relief when he finally pulls his fingers out of you is only short-lived though before he pushes the vibrator inside of you, testing out the different levels to see to which one your body has the strongest reaction. It is when you have your first orgasm that there is a spark of enthralment as he observes how your body unwinds and you lose control over yourself for a brief moment.

🔬As a dedicated scientist Verde is quite finicky about hygience cleanliness and perhaps that is why he initially is somewhat hesitant to touch you without gloves and get very close to you whilst risking to get himself stained in bodily fluids. Yet his attention has been already captured the first time he witnessed you having an orgasm. One thing about Verde is that he refuses to jerk off when he has a boner even if his own sex drive is lower in comparison to other Arcobaleno. He won't reduce himself to a desperate and horny mess which means that he guides you to his laboratory as soon as he has a persistent problem he is unable to get under control. Sometimes you find yourself sitting on his lap, cockwarming him with only parts of his your clothes and his clothes discarded whilst he's getting some last work done before he finally focuses on you, finally ending the uncomfortable ache you've been feeling, other times you find yourself strapped to the hospital bed once more whilst he has you cumming around different vibrators or around his cock. If there is one thing you can give him though is that he always medically ensures that you're fine after he's done with you. He's no goddamn after all.

🩵Colonello is the first one amongst the Arcobaleno who actually exhibits some delusional tendencies though to people like Verde and Reborn it is obvious that he is just searching for some justification to avert the guilt he occasionally feels for influencing your life in such severe ways. His delusions are tied together with his protective tendencies with which he ends up explaining his own actions to you. He had to do what he had to do. You wouldn't know that as you were a few months ago nothing more than a normal citizen but if they wouldn't have isolated you and erased all traces of you enemies would have come for you as well as all the people that you cherish and love. He's sensitive about this topic and if you push him too much he might end up snapping, otherwise Colonnello is someone you find yourself getting along with. Sure, he tends to be on a louder side which may startle you considering that you spend much time around quiet people like Fon or Reborn but his energy is quite refreshing, especially since he advertises for more freedom for you. Whenever he returns to your new accomadation he always brings you a souvenir from the place from which he came.

🩵Colonnello finds himself often working closely together with Reborn as well as Lal Mirch which actually makes him the Arcobaleno who has the most allies amongst the group. Technically Skull can be added to that list as well though Reborn and him just end up bullying the poor guy and using him as some sort of errand boy who they constantly boss around. He doesn't have per se any issues with any of the Arcobaleno though Verde and him have some bad blood running between them which has led the combat expert to provoke and trigger the scientist on more than just one occasion. You always assumed that Reborn was the most straightforward person in the group yet he is subtle in comparison to Colonnello who has an equally sharp tongue but expresses things in a much blunter fashion than his rival. When both of them are together they always seem to have some little competition going on between them for who can flatter or embarrass you faster or who you consider more handsome. The Blue Pacifier holder is passionate about his feelings for you, hardly manages to keep his hands to himself and when he's around he always likes to have some physical contact with you.

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🩵As already established, Colonnello is very straightforward, very touchy and very passionate and those three words describe him best in every aspect of the relationship. Similar to Reborn he really doesn't hide his fantasies though he doesn't coat his words in the same charm as the hitman. He really is just that blunt though maybe it is this almost brutal honesty about his dirty thoughts that entices you. He's eager which causes him to be almost too aggressive at times, especially during your first time together with him. Things escalate quickly the moment you don't stop him during the first passionate kiss and before too long clothes go flying as he shoves you against whatever surface your body hits first as he really couldn't care less if you two do it in the bedroom or somewhere else. It's not without risk to fuck somewhere else in the house if another Arcobaleno should also be in the house but Colonnello's true shamelessness truly is exposed when he asks you in a raspy voice if it really matters if they see the two of you or not. Fuck, he wants them to see you, to see how good he makes you feel. If he fucks you, others will know because Colonnello is not exactly quiet.

🩵It is this boldness which has led Verde to actively despise him as he has been made a victim one time by walking in on Colonnello fucking you roughly against the refrigerator and it is this uptight reaction of the scientist and his active condescending complaints to the combat expert that has led the holder of the Blue Pacifier to actively torment the green-haired man when both of them happen to be stationed together. He'll see it through that Verde will exactly know what he's doing to you and even if the scientist locks himself up he will always hear the two of you going at it. It gets especially disgusting for Verde if the two of you fuck somewhere else in the house since Colonnello loves making an absolute mess. That doesn't only include broken objects but also stains left behind by bodily fluids. More than just once he has accidentally ripped clothes of yours apart in a short outburst of impatience as he is desperate to get his hands roaming all over your skin. He usually apologises sincerely after he is finished with you and is calmer again, promises you to buy some new clothes though you wonder if they'll suffer the same fate eventually when his lust gets the better of him again.

🩵As mentioned in Reborn's part, it is not uncommon for both of those men to team up together when it comes to doing dirty deeds and they are truly a killer combo together. Once he witnesses how Reborn has you calling him "sir" he starts developing his own kink of having you referring to him with a name and unsurprisingly considering his name he wants you to refer to him as "colonel". He curses himself for not having figured it out sooner that he fucking loves hearing you calling him that as it fills him with a thrilled kick that he has never experienced prior to taking an example from Reborn. Since both of those guys are dominant they occasionally end up fighting who gets to fuck you first in which position and in which hole though you will end up in either case in different positions, handed around as if you are a mere doll for them to use however they please. Things sometimes get even more crowded when Both Colonnello and Reborn decide to only bully Skull further by inviting him over yet not allowing him to participate nor even touch you, forcing the poor guy to watch as you bounce on their knees or are fucked from behind.

🩵Lal Mirch is another Arcobaleno that Colonnello teams up with when having sex with you though in this case it isn't based on rivalry and instead on mutual love for each other. It is a break that you sometimes just embrace as you know that he is going to be less commanding and extreme with Lal Mirch around who treats you with more care even though you know that she is always a tad bit awkward and nervous when she is making love to you and that embarrassment is amplified when Colonnello is around. It actually takes Colonnello a bit to convince Lal Mirch into a threesome as the concept of it is something that she never thought she would be confronted with before you suddenly crossed all of their lives. It's certainly new for you to spend time with two Arcobaleno who aren't into the same stuff as Lal Mirch will actively bark at Colonnello to be more careful if she deems him to be too rough whilst she provides you with a gentler time even despite Colonnello teasing her for being so flustered around you and him even though she has the two people who she cherishes most right in front of her. Lal Mirch influences him though as he is less rough when she is with him.

🐍Viper is someone other Arcobaleno tend to keep a closer eye on as well even though they still obey by the rules and follow the duties given to them ever since they became the holder of a Pacifier. If it wouldn't be for that sense of duty it is unlikely that Viper would agree to this entire arrangement and even until this day they are still one of the few members who still struggles at times to accept this reality. Under normal circumstances they are a very materialistic person who only works for money which is why Viper is a very possessive individual and it is this greed that can make them a very volatile Arcobaleno to deal with, especially when they see another member spending time with you. It is not unlikely that they have actually assaulted a few members before with their illusions when their possessive nature was triggered or have even attempted to play those mind games on you as you are much more receptive and vulnerable to fall victim to their abilities. It is for that reason that Viper is another member who is never allowed to be alone in the house with you, putting them in the same category as Verde and unsurprisingly they hate this.

🐍Your relationship with Viper is something even you don't know how to describe. Fact is that their abilities to let you see things that aren't real freaks you out though they are at least less disturbing than Verde is. Still, you are scared of Viper and this is something that the Arcobaleno notices and almost seems to take advantage of at times. They're one of the quietest members though to the point where you actually don't even know what their voice sounds like for a good while before they finally talk to you. Similar to Reborn their silent nature allows them to sneak up on you without you even noticing until you turn around though Viper is far more creepy about it than Reborn who wants to startle you. They tend to follow you around as you walk through the house all without you even knowing about it until you eventually spot them or until you bump into another Arcobaleno who discovers them and scolds them for their excessive stalking and only then do you realise that they've been following you the entire time. It is unlikely that they're ever going to stop though, after all you are also their possession so they have a right to know what you're doing.

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🐍I don't recall that Viper's biological sex was ever revealed and from what I could gather online even the fanbase is sort of torn over that aspect so I'll try to work this out as good as I can. They're quiet about their own opinions of sex. They neither join when Reborn and Colonnello start dirty talking randomly when all Arcobaleno are gathered with Fon sometimes subtly throwing in a comment or two as well but they aren't snapping at them and chiding them for their disgusting behavior and immaturity either like Verde who always looks like he is considering to castrate all of them so that they can never get it up again. The next day after someone has ravished you they mostly stay quiet which actually causes you to throw them some subtle glances, wondering if Viper just doesn't want to talk about it. This is ironically how you get Viper to ask you if you want to talk about it as soon as they realise that you give them those slightly wondering eyes, an offer you always bashfully reject as you'd rather not indulge in what happened the previous day. An answer to which they merely let out a hum that almost sounds disappointed, or perhaps you're just imagining that.

🐍Admittedly, sex is not something that has ever been on Viper's mind before as their only focus has been on money yet Verde and them share one thing together which is that they actually start to get interested in it due to the active sex life that comes with so many people sharing you and especially with people as vocal and blunt as Colonnello. Viper just starts getting curious yet is too proud to actually ask you what your experiences with others have been so far, always secretly hoping that you yourself will talk about it as if you had the same dirty and honest mouth like some other Arcobaleno. Colonnello and Reborn on the other hand tell them what they secretly want to know without Viper even having to ask and it is Reborn who always nudges his friend and throws a mischievous glance in the illusionist's direction. Eventually Viper tries to vividly imagine what those two have told them about you, even attempt to create an illusion about you writhing and moaning and it is to those illusions of theirs that they start touching themself to. It's clumsy, awkward and slightly embarrassing as they don't really know what they're doing yet they still manage to eventually orgasm.

🐍Maybe it is because you mistook Viper's quiet and more mysterious appearance as a sign that they're modest yet perhaps you should have considered that their abilities to use illusions would obviously give them some creative ideas. From all the sex you have had with all the different Arcobaleno Viper has always stood out due to the sheer uniqueness their abilities provide them with though you still have to figure out whether it is a good kind of weird or a bad kind of weird. There are two illusions that Viper favors and one of them remains you of every generic hentai that you have ever heard of as it involves, yes you guessed it right, tentacles. Slimy, rubbery with suction cups who wrap themselves around your body and brush against your pussy. You never expected an illusion to feel so real, a mixture of disgust and heat pooling in your belly as you feel those long and wriggly limbs slithering their way inside of you, brushing against your sensitive walls and nerves all whilst you can only whimper, unsure whether you want to beg Viper to stop or to let your disturbing curiosity take reign. It is this inner conflict that Viper seems to get off to, their fingers busily working on themselves.

🐍Another illusion they often like to use, and one that is less disturbing than the tentacle one, is the one where they create clones of themselves. At this point in time you are not exactly unfamiliar with having two people at once devouring you yet three or four is something that you still have to experience even if all of those people except one are nothing more than an illusion, though their tongues and fingers feel very real if your orgasms are anything to go by. Viper likes to play a game with you sometimes though whilst you can already feel the next high chasing you, forcing you to focus on them as they ask of you to guess which Viper is not an illusion and if you don't guess right you will be denied an orgasm, causing you to let out a frustrated whine after the second or third time that you have guessed wrong. Talking about noises, Viper is unbelievably quiet even whilst touching themselves or allowing you to use your tongue or hands to pleasure them. Quickened breaths is more than often all that you are able to get out of them, maybe a broken moan once or twice but otherwise it is suffocatingly silent which actually makes you embarrassed when you make loud noises in their company.

💀Verde and Viper are Arcobaleno that no one trusts yet at the very least they are still respected for their abilities and their character. If there is one member that is somewhat looked down upon by all others it would be Skull as he is almost the official human punching bag, especially for people like Colonnello and Reborn who constantly bully him and treat him like an errand boy and despite Skull's protests he still ends up doing what they're asking of him which really only drags his reputation even further down. He likes to show off yet runs away when he is confronted with someone stronger than him or someone he fears and it is this attribute of his character that has led everyone else to partially look down on him since his cowardice is a trait they don't need for protecting you. Obviously Skull would never abandon you if there should ever be an escalation as he is essentially a human shield who can tank a lot of damage but his undesirable traits have still resulted in other Arcobaleno not wanting him to get the privilege to watch after you all by himself, especially Reborn and Colonnello often state that he is far too pathetic to be left alone with you. They wouldn't want him to set a bad example.

💀Even you can't help but pity Skull whenever you see how Colonnello and Reborn treat him yet it becomes obvious to you that their claims that he is desperate and pathetic are yet again the unfiltered truth. Indeed he is all of that, begging for any ounce of affection and attention from you as if he was a starved dog. Deep down he knows just how pitiful and pathetic he looks in comparison to others which is why he frequently attempts to show off and impress you. He performs his stunts for you, he cooks for you and he does everything you ask of him as if he were your personal slave, a thought that is perhaps something he really wishes he could be. He knows he can never be as charming as Reborn, as bold as Colonnello or as serene as Fon but in any attempt to still be something to you he offers his heart and body on a silver plate, even begging on his knees for you. You notice that his brashness and confidence are fleeting qualities that only appear when you actually give him admiration and love and disappear only to be replaced by desperation once more the moment another Arcobaleno snatches it all away from him and he is brushed off once more.

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💀He will never forget that day where Colonnello and Reborn both demanded from him to visit your room later. He'll never forget how he walked in to you in sexy lingerie, handcuffed to the bed with both other men already touching and admiring your body. He'll never forget how he was forced to sit down on a chair, forced to watch as they took you in front of his own eyes all whilst he could do nothing but sit there. He remembers how painfully hard he was at one point, a clear bulge in his leather jeans and how he was just itching to at least touch himself only to be barked at by Colonnello that he wasn't allowed to do so. He shouldn't have gotten off to the sight of watching the person he was desperately obsessed with being reduced to a sweaty mess by the two people he was scared of yet judging by the way his cock was aching inside his pants, the precum already oozing out of his tip he really was just that pathetic of a man. He doesn't remember how long he sat there, his breath accelerated, his cock painfully stiff and his heart racing in his chest as your moans were ringing in his head. He only remembers that at one point he came in his pants without even having touched himself.

💀He's paranoid about having one of his torturers walk in on him having sex with you from that day on, especially since it actually sometimes happens and he is always pushed aside as either Reborn or Colonnello merely reprimand him for doing it wrong, for not pleasing you right before showing him how it is done. There is always one point that you have to strongly agree with though and that is the fact that Skull seems to be utterly deprived of touches and affection whenever he manages to convince you to let him please you and you suspect that Reborn's and Colonnello's actions have only further edged him on. The first time he actually has you naked with him he is so ecstatic that he actually cums in his pants like an overexcited and immature teenager. He's extremely sensitive, highly reactive to any of your touches with especially his nipples, his necks and his pierced ear being places where your lips easily make him blush and squirmish. As bratty as he tends to be all in an act to make himself look manlier Skull is low-key a masochist who actually gets off of you degrading him and using a slightly more condescending tone whilst riding him all whilst he can only moan and let his eyes roll back.

💀Whether it is due to his sheer depravation or due to his lack of experience, Skull is quite messy in the bedroom, his overzealous behavior either something that amuses you or that you low-key pity. He loves covering you in marks of his purple lipstick since it makes him feel like you belong to him and only him in that moment, his kisses a clumsy and desperate clash of lips, teeth and tongues. He often goes down on you, his tongue exploring your warm walls and you're not surprised when you discover that he has a tongue piercing as well, one that he hopes will make you feel even better when he eventually learns what he has to do in order to make you gush around his pink muscle. The first few times with Skull are arguably the most awkward yet adorable experiences that you had with any Arcobaleno. He's trying his best to figure out what he needs to do in order to please you, he accidentally has premature ejaculations whilst eating you out and the desperation is just oozing out of him. It gives you a feeling of control and dominance that you have never had with anyone else. You enjoy this feeling, use it against him and it sets the dynamic between the two of you forever.

💀If he can please you by being the pathetic, somewhat bratty yet ultimately submissive man then Skull will do so and as shameful as it is for him the first time it happens, eventually he learns to love having you dominate him. He loves when you bounce on his dick, pinch his nipples or grab a handful of his purple hair roughly whilst cooing at him condescendingly, calling him a "good boy" or "your slutty man". Fuck, he should have just given in to his depravation sooner if he would have known that being treated like a slut by you feels that wonderful and he lets you and the whole house know that by being embarrassingly loud, moaning, cussing and whining with every breath that he takes all whilst he thrusts his hips upwards to welcome your warmth sinking back onto his sensitive shaft. He always comes first, still far more sensitive than you and always begs for permission to splash his cum on your body, to see his jizz dripping down your stomach and to feel like he belongs to you in that moment. He loves staining your body in his release and he loves it equally as much when his face is covered in your own, your pussy juice so delicious that he almost gets drunk off of it.

🔹Lal Mirch is rougher around the edges, almost acting tsunderish when around you. She is someone who is very embarrassed about her romantic feelings for her darling and she hides those feelings by lashing out on you even if a small part of her knows that it is unjustified. With you that feeling of embarrassment is only enhanced because she is actually on the more lucid side and she knows just how depraved her feelings ultimately are as well as how depraved every other Arcobaleno's love for you is. Some simply accept that and don't care, others are delusional about it which leaves Lal Mirch quite alone in her struggles. She knows none of that is your fault as you are ultimately the victim here but a small part of her can't help but remain mad at you for a while. Perhaps that is why she is unnecessarily harsh around you, always points out when you do something wrong or tells you that you fail the high expectations that she had for you. Her words are quite hurtful to you, all the more after you were freshly abducted and are already more skittish and vulnerable than you would be normally. There is a spark of guilt when she notices the hurt in your eyes but she always stuffs it back down.

🔹Give it time, give her time. Lal Mirch needs to embrace her emotions properly before she eventually starts coming around. Sure, she is still prone to unleash her hurtful tongue and spit out some mean words but she starts holding back and actually attempts to apologise which is huge. Colonnello is a major key factor as he helps her opening up, her outbursts of embarrassment when he is around not detering him in the slightest which makes him a quite good person to assist her as well as you to get closer to each other. Surrounded by more than just one Arcobaleno she doesn't trust, Lal Mirch is despite her harsher exterior very protective and even if she says some things she doesn't mean there are a lot of other members who trust her. She's not afraid to stand up for you and tell people like Verde or Viper off when she is around and notices how they creep you out. It obviously doesn't earn her sympathy from those same Arcobaleno but it is something the rest of the group knows to appreciate. If anyone should make you feel uncomfortable or uneasy she clarifies that she wants you to seek her out whenever she is present because she will protect you.

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🔹Sometimes she really wishes that she could sew that dirty mouth of Colonnello up, especially once he walks up to her and proudly announces that he just got to know you on first base. The guy is already shameless enough as it is but especially around his rival or around Lal Mirch does he amplify that bold mouth of his. The redder Lal Mirch grows, the more filth flows from his lips until she's had enough and her fist makes acquaintance with his head. It takes her a long few moments to regain some semblance of composure, her hand still clenched into a fist and her whole face ablaze before she starts angrily ranting at him about how he should learn some manners and that it is inappropriate to talk about his experience like this. She's all too aware that he did it on purpose though to get such a bashful reaction out of her. It's not like she's unfamiliar with what other Arcobaleno have been doing with you but it is very different hearing it from the guy she also has a crush on. She's unable to go back to her old self after that discussion though, her mind sometimes replaying the words of Colonnello as she glances at you before a very inappropriate image flashes before her inner eyes.

🔹Since darling is biologically female, Lal Mirch actually has a rare privilege of having seen you naked before, especially when you needed help dressing up or undressing. Whilst Fon may have been able to claim you first it is Lal Mirch who saw you naked even before him simply because you felt comfortable enough to ask her. She has never considered before that she technically had you all for her own eyes before but now she actually feels her cheeks heating up whilst thinking back about all the times she assisted you with clothes or even spent time in the little sauna or in the bathtub together with you when she needed to rant about the other Arcobaleno to you. Her eyes start lingering on your bust, your stomach, your rear and your thighs the next time both of you are completely nude and she almost, only almost, gets a nosebleed then and there yet luckily she is a stronger person than someone like Skull would be. The moment you mention it to her about it though she instantly denies it, hiding her face from you so that her blush won't give her away. God, this is so fucking embarrassing! Why is it that she has no control over herself when she is around you??

🔹She shouldn't be flustered, she has seen you naked before yet the first time she finally has you to herself she can't help the way her heart pounds wildly in her chest. It has taken her a good amount of vulnerability to admit to you that she desires you in a more carnal way and she actually places high expectations on herself for your first time with her. After all you have had more than enough experience with a couple of other Arcobaleno at this point and even though she has always deemed herself about silly competitions of who fucks you best right now she actually feels a bit of that pressure getting the better of her. She wants to make this special. She wants to make you feel good. Your first time with her consists of her being the major giver throughout the entire time, figuring out where to touch you and what to do in order to have you writhing beneath her. She hates to admit it but Colonnello's retelling of his first time with you is actually useful as she recalls certain things he told her which help her to coax the orgasms out of your body. When it's your turn to be between her legs she does her best to not be too loud, her thighs clamping around your head as she does her best to muffle her moans.

🔹She is shocked but not really surprised on second thought that Colonnello proposes a threesome soon after he found out that she's fucked you as well. She already knows that Reborn and him often compete over you sexually which is why she initially hesitates as she doesn't want to be dragged into that stupid competiton only for him to tell her that it's going to be very different between him and her. Colonnello is a man who is quite persistent when he wants something and eventually he convinces her. Now, Lal Mirch has been doing things with you in quite a tame and vanilla way which is why it is quite a different experience for her to share you with Colonnello who is into ropes, sensory deprivation, spanking and much more. A part of her feels slightly uncomfortable, another part of her feels aroused when she sees how Colonnello does things with you. Sometimes he gets too passionate though and accidentally hurts you which always leads to Lal Mirch snapping at him and warning him to be more careful or else she will punish him. She always regrets those words the moment she spots that suggestive grin on Colonnello's face, more than eager to challenge her.

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