#shi broke me hello?

[baduzzxy]

punching my fists in the air GIRL i JUST WOKE UP😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Gaz who leaves your doorstep before dawn sick to his stomach. When he got dressed quietly he admired you as you laid in the bed asleep, still naked and covered in love bites from the passion of the night. He couldn’t believe he finally got to hold you, yet here he was, fleeing. Leaving knowing you’re everything he wants. He walks with his hands in his pockets trying to remember the warmth of your skin that you had allowed him to touch, warm and soft. It wasn’t just fucking, he finally experienced passion and love… true intimacy.

You wake up later that morning sore and satisfied. You roll over to see if he’s awake, only to find his side of the bed cold, you walk through your home hoping to find him but he’s gone. Was the sex that bad that he left without a word? You showered and scrubbed your skin raw from the disgust and embarrassment. The man had spent months getting close to you. You finally opened up and let someone close enough to be intimate with and he used you.

You calm down a few hours later and send a text hoping that maybe you’re reading the situation wrong.

“Good morning, I was hoping you would have stayed for breakfast. Did you make it home?”

Message undeliverable

Oh… he blocked you.

[amoressb]

───── AISHITERU 西村 力 N. RK

ꪆৎ ⋆˚࿔ when he teaches you some japanese ｡｡ ʙꜰ!ʀɪᴋɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. fluff & wc. 0.8k ; kissing, skinship, petnames ｡｡

─────ARCHiVE

the soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the thin window screens, bathing the small room in warm hues of orange and gold. you sat cross legged on the carpet, nervously fidgeting with your notebook. your boyfriend, riki, sat across from you, his dark eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and tenderness.

“relax baby,” riki said, his voice gentle but teasing. “its just japanese. you don’t have to look like you’re about to take an exam.” you laughed nervously, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “easy for you to say. you grew up speaking it. for me, it’s like trying to read a secret code.”

riki chuckled and reached out, tapping your notebook with his pen. “that’s what im here for and by the end of this, you’ll be a pro or at least, you’ll know enough to get by when we visit my family next month.”

the thought of meeting his family made your heart race. you wanted to make a good impression and part of that meant learning at least a little japanese. riki had been so patient, offering to teach you himself and though you struggled, you couldn’t help but enjoy these quiet, intimate lessons with him.

“alright,” riki said, adjusting his posture. “let’s start with something simple. how do you say ‘hello’ in japanese?” “kon…konnichiwa?” you replied hesitantly, your accent slightly off.

riki smiled, nodding. “good! just soften the ‘ni’ a bit. it’s more like konn-ee-chee-wah. try again baby.” you repeated it, this time with more confidence. rikis face lit up with approval, “perfect! see? you’re already getting the hang of it.”

riki went through a few more basics with you—“good morning,” “good evening,” “thank you”—him correcting your pronunciation here and there, always with an encouraging smile. when you nailed a particularly tricky word, he would give you a small cheer, making you laugh.

after a while, you leaned back and let out a dramatic sigh. “this is hard work. do i at least get a reward for all my effort?” riki raised an eyebrow, feigning seriousness. “a reward? what kind of teacher do you think i am? you have to earn it.”

you pouted, leaning forward slightly. “i think you’re the kind of teacher who wants to see his student happy.” riki couldnt help but laugh, shaking his head. “alright, alright. let’s see if you can handle this next phrase and maybe ill consider it.”

he leaned closer, his expression softening as he said, “say this: aishiteru.” you tilted your head, trying to repeat the unfamiliar word. “ai-shi-te-ru?” riki nodded, his smile widening. “that’s right baby ! do you know what it means?” you shook your head, your curiosity piqued. “what does it mean?” rikis gaze held yours, and his voice was soft as he said, “it means, ‘i love you.’”

your cheeks flushed instantly, your heart skipping a beat. for a moment, you couldn’t speak, your eyes searching his as if to confirm he wasn’t just teasing you but the sincerity in his expression made your heart melt.

“you love me hm?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper. riki reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “of course i do, baby. i love you more than anything.”

the words hung in the air, warm and intimate, like a secret meant only for the two of you. you felt your chest swell with emotion and before you could stop yourself, you leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. riki was caught off guard but quickly melted into the kiss, his hand resting lightly on your cheek. when you two pulled apart, you were smiling, your eyes shimmering with happiness.

“i love you too,” you said, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach. rikis face lit up and he leaned in to kiss you again, this time a little longer, a little deeper. when you two finally broke apart, you couldnt help but giggle.“looks like i earned my reward after all,” you teased, your cheeks still flushed.

riki laughed, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “you’ve earned more than that but let’s see if you can say it now. try: aishiteru.” you took a deep breath, your eyes never leaving his. “aishiteru nishimura riki.”

the way you said it—soft, sincere, and full of love—made his heart skip a beat. he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. “you’re amazing,” he murmured against your lips. “and just for that, i think you deserve another lesson.”

you laughed, pulling back slightly to look at him. “what’s the next lesson? how to say, ‘my boyfriend is the sweetest person ever’?” riki grinned, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. “how about this, we take a break and i just teach you how to say ‘kiss me again.’”

their laughter filled the room as the golden light of the setting sun gave way to the soft glow of the moon and in that moment, all you could think was how lucky you were to have him.

[sweetracha]

A little thought about minsung (because I'm obsessed with them): They're a couple and all, but don't mind spicing things up a bit in the bedroom. They see a cute fan they both like and decide to go for it. What could go wrong?

(I want to be destroyed by these two)

Minsung will be the death of me I swear

Pretty Kitty

Sugar Content: Spicy Sweet (SMUT!)

Allergy Warnings: Cocky Minho, Idols x Fan, Having sex with a fan, Pet names (mainly kitten/kitty), Dom Minho, Switch/Sub Han, Sub Reader (the dynamics are really just hinted at), Threesome, Training

Minho and Han seem like the perfect couple to the outside world. In many cases they are. The two seem like they were created from the same stardust. Two lovers destined to be together. Written in time as lovers who would always find each other. However perfect can get boring.

Perfect can become stale, flavorless, and taxing. This is especially true in the bedroom for Minsung. Don't get them wrong, they love their dynamic. They know every little thing that can make each other tick. They could map each other's bodies with their eyes closed and put 'x marks the spot' for every kink. Minho was a strong dominant top who was weak to praise. Han was a power bottom who had a special spot for humiliation. That's what was boring though. They missed the adventure and exploration of a new partner! They longed for that moment when you try something new and in return, you get the most earth-shattering moan from the body beneath you. They wanted, no NEEDED, a new playmate.

That's when they met you. Well saw you rather. Stray Kids were hosting another fan meet for the release of 5 Star. You had been a fan for years now and were finally going to have a chance to meet them, so what else would you do besides buying a whole new outfit? Dressed in a new baby blue sundress with matching shoes and hair bow you were off. It wasn't like you had a chance with any of them but this would feed your delulu for months to come.

You stood in line and waited for your turn to sit down with them one on one. The first seat you took was Chan's. He was sweet and calmed you down after he noticed your nervous fidgeting. Then was Changbin who gave you a huge smile and wink. You died inside as you two talked about all things food. Your time was cut much shorter than you would have liked but it wasn't for nothing as you were now faced with local sunshine, Felix. Brighter than ever he greeted you and chuckled a bit to himself.

"I think my Hyung will like you," he said light-hearted but deeply. Your heart flips at the thought, what could he be talking about?

Then your curiosity grew as both Seungmin and Jeongin teased. Saying Han was not ready for what is to come. They couldn't possibly mean you? Could they?

Hyunjin broke the ice and talked to you normally, well as normally as an idol could with a fan. It seemed fine until he ended it with a wink and a "Go get them".

Finally, you were with Han. The poor boy almost had a stroke when he saw you. An actual princess was in his presence. Even though he was the idol, he was the one left speechless. It wasn't until you gave a small 'hi' did he snap out of his trance.

"HI! Oh My God Sorry!! You are just very pretty--- I mean your dress looks really pretty on your body---I MEAN ON YOU!" he stuttered through the who conversation and you couldn't help but laugh. It warmed him knowing you were not offended. When the timer went off he locked eyes with Minho and they both nodded.

"Hello kitten," Minho said straight away, catching you off guard and making you choke. "Oh Shi-My bad!" he handed you his water. "Don't worry, I have more. He was right by the way you do look very pretty"

Your face blushed a crimson red as you tried to respond. "He um he said my dress was pretty"

"No pretty kitty, he said it was you" he so much as purred his sentence. "I think our time is almost up hun, what a shame. hmm if only we could speak longer, I think I've taken a liking to that pretty blush on your face." Minho leans closer so only you can hear. "See that door over there? We are going to have security lead you through those doors. You wait for us, nice and pretty." He couldn't help the dark chuckle that left him as he emphasized the word pretty again.

You sat on the sofa in the green room while your legs bounced with anxiety. This couldn't be real. You had to be dreaming. A sick beautiful twisted nightmare of a dream. To ease your mind you took in the site around you. There were little vanities around the room with ring lights and plush chairs. Obviously, this is where the boys got their makeup done. The walls were covered in thick padding, reminiscent of soundproofing you had seen before. They weren't going to kill you, were they? You had to chuckle to yourself…would it really be such a bad way to go?

Then your thoughts were snapped back to attention as the door in front of you creaked open. Lee Know walked in with the cockiness of a king. His stare warned you he was about to eat you alive. However, to your surprise, he was followed by a now very confident Han. No longer did he look lost and shy but rather planned and prideful. Lee Know took a seat on the coffee table in front of you and Jisung stood behind.

"Hello Kitten" It was like sweet intoxicating venom dripping from his lips when he spoke to you this way. "I see you followed through with my instructions. Good girl. See Sungie, I told you she would be a good girl. Unlike other little brats I know" Minho shot a death glare behind him.

"Come on Hyung, the poor thing is scared. She is practically shaking. Get on with it" Jisung whined, that brattiness starting to shine through.

"Honey no need to be scared" Minho reached out for your leg but stopped "Can I touch you?" All you could do was nod and he placed a gentle hand on your knee. He rubbed smooth calming circles into your skin as he spoke.

"Pretty we aren't going to hurt you. Quite the opposite. We want to please you in so many ways. If you let us have you we will treat you to a night of your dreams. We understand however if that is not what you want. We can have staff escort you back to your car and we will pretend nothing happened. Tonight is your decision love" The way he spoke with such care settled your nerves a bit. Han flashed you an adorable smile as he watched you think it over. You looked at the two and saw the genuine longing in their eyes. This was not an idol fucking a fan for power, this was something entirely different.

"I want this," you said with a shaky tone. Minho raised an eyebrow in question. "I want you both" you confirmed.

Minho immediately rose from his position on the table and picked you up, sitting back down on the couch with you on his lap. He faced you away from him however and when you opened your eyes you were met with Jisung just millimeters away.

"Kiss the pretty kitty baby boy, I know you've been wanting to" It was clear to you now the dynamic of this night.

Jisung looked at you for consent and when you nodded ever so slightly he leaned in. The kiss was soft and cautious at first but soon grew desperate and needy. His hands found your thighs and pawed at the soft skin, almost as if he was stopping himself from going any further.

"Look at my sweet boy. So desperate for a pretty girl in his life he is practically leaking by kissing one. How are you ever going to please her if you can't get passed kissing her?" Minho mocked

Han pulled back. "We both know damn well I can please her just as well if not better than you Hyung! Don't forget who was begging last night?"

Jisung challanged back. The heat and tension in the room became thick.

"You think you are so good at this don't you, you little brat. Fine, make her cum." With that Minho spread your legs and exposed your panties to Jisung. The boy couldn't help the blush climbing his cheeks. "Already overwhelmed, pathetic honestly" Minho spat. With that Jisung dove in.

He began with light testing licks to your cilt to gauge your reactions. When one soft touch pulled a pornographic moan from you, he got excited. Han began to put more pressure, strength, and texture into his licks. Then he began to leave suctioning kisses to it. That made you spasm in Minhos lap and close your thighs around Han's head.

"No way kitten, open them back up. Now!" Minho forcefully spread your legs open and hooked them over his own. "Such a sensitive pretty little thing. One touch has you shaking. Fuck I am so ready to explore you" he leaned in closer "to destroy you"

He gave Jisung a knowing look and before long two fingers were being shoved into you and scissored. The goal was to prepare you for something much bigger. You shook in place as Han continued his assault. His tongue and now nose attacked your cilt while three fingers hit deep in you. One particular trust had you throwing your head back on Lee Know's shoulder. His hand snaked around your neck while the other played with your nipple. "Baby boy, I think we found it"

That spot deep in you was being hit over and over with pleasurable force as Han brought you closer and closer to ecstasy. Before you were finished however Minho ripped his hand away. You both whined.

Han helped position you over the back on the couch and eased his way into you. He settled for a bit until you began grinding back on him, signaling you were ready. Jisung set a rhthmyic pace. Slow but hard thrusts, just the way you liked it. However, his movements were halted altogether as a screaming moan left his throat, followed by a whimper. You turned your head the best you could to find the Minho has entered Jisung, effectively training you all. The poor boy in the middle couldn't help the whimpers and whines that left him as Minho set a brutal pace. The whole scene along with the stimulation you were receiving was enough to bring you to your edge.

"Shhhhh both of you will get what you want. Han don't turn our good girl into a brat like you" Minho said while fishing his cock from his pants. "Hannie, fuck our kitten"

"Hyung, fuck Hyung! She is squeezing me so hard. I can't! Fuck I can't last!" Jisung cried out.

"Then fuck her like you mean it. You don't get to cum until she does" Minho pulled back so just the tip was nestled into Han. Jisung gripped your hips with the power he had left and rammed into you. No longer were his thrusts thought out, they were driven by pure nature. As he withdrew from you he would be forced back down Minho's cock. A familiar sensation built in your body and you needed that final push to release it.

"Cum for us pretty girl. Cum for us." and with that you came hard on Han's cock. You were so out of it that you didn't notice that Han pulled out and finished on your ass. When you came too, Minho was clean, what you assumed was his cum, off of Jisung. You were already cleaned up and dressed in some merch they found. Time was running out for you all to be together so Minho had to make quick but efficient work of his aftercare. Staff escorted you to your car where you sat for a bit and thought about what just happened. You reached into your pocket to grab your keys when you found a little slip of paper.

"Our pretty kitty,

Call us when you get home. We want to talk about this arrangement further.

From, your two biggest fans."

[moo-blogging]

Hello ! I hope you’re doing well

Can you do a Levi smut where he wants to get y/n pregnant and gets so carried away during sex that he confesses it .

Then cums inside … multiple times plsssss thanks

Levi's hands were rough on you as he pulled your clothes away. His lips locked with yours, his tongue taking dominance in your mouth. A thread of saliva pulled between your lips as Levi broke off the kiss to pull your shirt over your head.

He attacked your lips again, forcing himself into you. His hands all over your body: grabbing your breasts, pinching your nipples, and pulling your panties and shorts off after you unbottoned your shorts. On his knees, he spreaded your legs, positioning himself at your opening. His dick was already hard and standing, pre cum leaking uncontrollably.

Levi tried to push himself into you but it slipped and rubbed through your clit instead. Groaning, he slammed again but slipped too. He grabbed his dick and shoved it into your hole impatiently. Your knees squeezed with reflex and you moaned into his mouth. Your walls tensed and relaxed as he moved his hips, thrusting in and out of your warm hole.

Levi broke the kiss. "Shi-" he moaned. He buried his face into your hair, breathing heavily beside your left ear. Levi was thrusting deeply and hard, unlike the other times when his thrusts were fast and forceful. One of his palms tightened on your sweaty breast while another grabbing the sheets. You breathed into his ear, moaning his name.

With your hot breath on his ear, your body pushing onto his as you tried to take more of him, Levi's rationality snapped.

"Fuck, y/n! You're so warm, fuck! You take my dick so good," Levi pulled your right leg over his shoulder. Your hips were slightly lifted and his dick went deeper into you. You sqeeuzed your walls as his dick dragged along your walls before hitting the sweet spot. An uncontrollable lusty mew escaped from your lips.

Levi was pounding on you hard, your bodies slamming against each other. The sound of wet slapping echoed. That was the only thing Levi could hear. "Fuck y/n, you're so wet! I'm gonna cum in you! Fuck, I'm gonna fill you up so good!" Levi's legs shook as he cummed inside you. "Fuck fuck fuck FUCK! Take my cum like the good girl you are!"

You were high in pleasure as well, eyes rolled to the back of your head as your cum mixed with his. Your thighs slimy with body fluids, but Levi wasn't done with you yet. He pulled out and white mixtures oozed out from your hole. Levi's face was flushed with pride. Looking at your pleasure-dumbed face, Levi was turned on more.

He pushed your knees to your chest and slammed himself into you again. You moaned to protest as your hips spasmed.

"Y/n, baby," Levi kissed your lips, "let's make a baby tonight. Fuck, you look so beautiful with my cum in you." Levi never stopped his thrusts as he spoke to you. "Levi..." you mewed weakly. Levi kissed your lips again, "take my cum, baby. Be a good girl and take my cum."

The idea of you heavily pregnant with his child turned Levi into a sex beast. His body was burning with pleasure as he cummed in your hole again, shooting his seed deep into your ovary. His eyes were shining with pride as his cum overflowed, leaking onto your thighs and the sheets. You felt your inside hot and heavy with Levi's cum. You never felt this way as Levi never cummed in you before. You knew today Levi had total control of you. Your head was blank with pleasure anyway.

Levi kissed your lips again. Your face sweaty and you were breathing from your mouth, exhausted after you had cummed multiple times now. "Baby," Levi mewed your name lovingly, "let me breed you one last time." He gently flipped you onto your stomach. You couldn't protest and allowed him to move you like a doll.

With a pillow below your pelvic as a support, Levi pushed himself into you again. You moaned into the sheet. Levi lovingly sucked on your neck. Your hole was wet and red and oh so sensitive to every little movement Levi did to you. Your knees tried to squeeze together but Levi kept your legs spread for him to breed you again.

His hand playing with your nipple, another hand interlaced with your fingers, you were drowned in pleasure and soreness. You wanted it to stop but also begged for Levi to go on and empty his balls in you.

(Hey stranger :) I'm doing well, I hope you're doing great too! I hope you like this :))

[mooseyspooky]

Oh my god it's real. I've never seen this full page. I'm gonna cry. That third picture down on the left, oh my god Johnny. He's just so comfortable

you know what? he is right. sometimes the grease in the hair of a speedway operator is all a tremulous heart requires.

[askew-d]

Can I ask your top 10 fav fics ever (from any fandom, if you don't mind)?

Also, just curious, is there a story behind your name "askew-d "?

hello, there! sorry for the long wait, i forgot to check my notifs :( i will do better next time. thank you for this question! i feel like i’ve waited ages for someone to ask me exactly that, lol. i could talk about well-written fanfics forever!! can i give you a hug? because this is wonderful, really.

let’s go for it! my range of fanfiction that i enjoy vary, but one thing remains: i will adore your fic, no matter the fandom, if it’s written with passion and if it contains good, poetic introspection. i love poetry. for me, if there’s melancholic tropes of any kind i’m into it. immortal character and reincarnation? give me now. supernatural elements or slice of life with doomed narrative? i’ll ignore sleep to read it. angst with happy ending? my endgame, for sure.

however, i also adore silly, comedic, cute pieces of domestic life or otherwise. i had a hard time choosing from my bookmarks for this, and i also reviewed some of my favorites, it was fun. before we continue, here are some of the tags that i don’t dive into for whatever reason: porn without plot (it personally just doesn’t interest me at all), non-con, gore, a/b/o dynamics, soulmates au. sorry if you were hoping for it! i’ll try classify them into an order of what i like most.

1. jellyfish, by mystery twin, for the haikyuu!! fandom — i read this when i was finishing high school and coincidentally the story talks about finishing high school! i have a personal attachment that makes me reread it every year. it’s some sort of tradition at this point. not to mention i love kagehina dearly.

2. teen project to change the world, by animeloverhomura, for the mo dao zu shi fandom — respectfully speaking, i would find this author and give them a big hug. their writing is spetacular! if you've never seen this one and you're into mdzs, know it's a story where the characters get to see every event from the novel and donghua, even the dead characters. they watch wei wuxian journey, can you believe it? so goddamn entertaining. promptly waiting for the next update!

3. a hundred or so hellos, by iwillstillopenthewindow, for the haikyuu!! fandom — remember i said i love melancholic stories? well, this one broke me so hard, i had to mention how i hold it with tenderness (we love things that breaks us, dont we?). this fandom manages to write the cutest, most unhinged things sometimes. even it's an anime about sports. i always get amazed by it.

4. no certainty of doors between us, by betts, for the mo dao zu shi fandom — certainly the most silly little fanfic i've ever seen, it's hilariously sweet. i want everyone to read this masterpiece because, seriously, whoever did this deserves only the best. so, so, cute. it had to be in my top 10!

5. their kindred encounters, by fireflavoredwhiskey, for the untamed rpf fandom (bjyx) — you know those kinds of shows, books, any piece of media, that tears up apart? well, this one was it for me. it's a very famous one that deserves all praise, certainly well-written and enjoyable to the core, with doses of angst, romance and beauty overall.

6. as the clouds part and clear, we finally meet again, by 12262325, for the mo dao zu shi fandom — aaaaa, i was truly torn between putting this in the third or fourth place, but i ended up putting it here. come on, i love an age difference kind of story, especially for wangxian, and this one was perfectly done. sweet and funny. the development? the yearning?? outstanding!! i read this many times already, i'll never get tired.

7. pursuit, by emleewrites, for the haikyuu!! fandom — mystery, romance, lawsuits, poker games, adventure, slice of life, AMAZING depictions and so, so goddamn well-written? that's what you're looking for in any fanfiction. the author dedicated herself entirely for this story, and, like i said, i love stories that are written with passion, you can see it pouring through every paragraph. besides, highly entertaining. i'm not very into long fics, but once i started it off, i couldn't stop. that's how addicting it is.

8. linger by the door (i’ve always been yours), by piecrust, for the mo dao zu shi fandom — epistolary?? have i mentioned how i love it?? some of the phrases in this are gold, in my bookmarks you can check some of them (i ought to make a list of my favorite fic quotes, btw, i will sure do it). through each letter i could comprehend more of wei wuxian's feelings and his internal conflict. i love feeling this connected to a character.

9. all the world is ours to take, by khrys, for the fugou keiji fandom — i have more than one favorite fanfiction for this couple. you know these kinds of developing relationship where the transition from (maybe enemies too) friends to lovers happens so smoothly that it feels like they've been soulmates first and foremost at the end? i don't even know how to explain. i just love how, when they finally are together, it's like they've been together for years. and they just... made it official? i like it. i love my mr. kambe haru.

10. he won’t tell you that he loves you, by hellshandbasket, for the house m.d fandom — i found this to be the most fitting, perfect story for this specific couple. they deserved more stories like this, but we dont see it anymore. i would hightlight the feelings realization in this one, that is so fucking real? haha in any case, it's a fanfic that i enjoyed a great deal.

that's it, i guess! i wanted to add link click fanfics also, however i barely started reading fanfictions from its fandom, i'm drowning in it lately but it's just a start. perhaps very sooon!

oh, i’m gonna finish explaining about the name! in my native language, i’ve heard someone tell me before that ‘life’s a little askew, nothing’s ever perfect’, and that quote remained in every biography of any english website i ever went to. then in literature class someday i had to write about historical women and came across this one named anne askew (i wanted to write about the mostly barely-spoken women). it was the second time i saw this word. i didn’t think of it as a proper name before, but then i had to create a nickname for my ao3 profile and thought, humn, why not just ‘askew’? the quote has been engraved in my heart anyway, so i went for it. we’re all flawed and askew. so, yeah, it just… fit? the ‘d’ here on tumblr it’s only because my surname has a ‘de morais’ in it. i also liked that it resembled ‘alaska’, the john green character i was kinda of obsessed with back in my teenager grunge phase. i don’t like these kinds of books anymore, but i guess some details stay with you. do you think it’s weird? never thought of changing.

thanks for this outstanding ask, it certainly entertained me. and hope you have a nice sleep today, big hugs coming your way! 🤍

[redxixi]

♡THE LIBARIAN♡

~` pairings : Toji x f!reader

~` warnings : non-con, heavy breading kink, dirty talk, pregnancy mention, fear kink, petnames, just porn with bad plot, and a bunch of other kinks.

:summary : You were a smart, shy libarian that decided to wear some innapropriate stuff to work and toji saw it.

A/N : so this is some dark shi kinda got carried away with this but here you are you toji hoes. if you wanna get tagged in my next works then just ask. My asks and messages are open. MINORS DNI

it was no secret to anyone that toji was a big man, a very big man. everyone adored him, especially the older women. they praise him for being such a big strong man and that he is "such a revinded gentleman". someone like toji would have never given you, the nerd libarian, attention or even looked your way. that was untill one day you decided to wear a very short skirt with a thong. why? because you were horny. That day you were putting the books back and had to bend over to put a book in the lover section of the bookshelf. you didn't think there would be anyone around seeing that on a friday night the bookstore is usually empty. but it wasn't.

someone had wrapped their strong hands around your mouth and stomach making you unable to move. You thought that the store was getting robbed or someone broke it, you wanted to scream.

"hello ms. libarian what are you doing here late at night huh"

you regognized the voice, toji. you turned your head to the side and it was toji. you were squirming in his grasp, trying to free yourself. what is he doing? he let go of your stomach with his other hands still covering your mouth. with his now free hand he ripped open your button up shirt and took off your bra so fast that you couldn't even protest, the cold night air was making your nipples hard and sensetive. you were horrified. what is he doing, why'd he taken off your clothes, you wanted to scream for help but there wouldn't be anyone to hear your screams. you were trying to claw yourself away from his grasp but he was too strong. he shoved you agaisnt one of the bookshelves, taking his hands off your mouth, took both your hands behind your back and tied them up using a ziptie.

"TOJI what are you doing?! stop oh god it hurts! "

you were sobbing uncontrolablly now.

" what am i doing? im supposed to be asking you that. wearing a thong and short skirt at work? it's like your asking me to take advantage of you"

he saw that?! is this why he's doing this? you can't belive this is happening. from behing you he started to play with your now exposed nipples, tugging them, pulling them, squizing and turning them. you hated the way you liked this, hated how turned on you were getting from this. you weren't supposed to enjoy him taking advantage of you but you were. you were groaning and shaking, trying not to let out a moan.

"Are you enjoying this slut? of course you are. wearing such sinful clothes walking around with them waiting for someone like me to come and breed you hmm. that's what you want right. So im going to give you just that"

he spun you around using brute force and slammed his lips against mine. his tounge soon entered my mouth taking full control over the kiss. his hands were busy taking off your skirt leaving you in the thong you were wearing.

"WAIT no please dont i- i don't wanna-"

"shhh puppies dont talk do they. i can go hard on you and hurt you so you better cooperate with me mkay? from now on call me master

he said smirking at me. you didn't want to call him master or do what he said but...you were afraid he was gonna hurt you. suddenly he pulled down your thong and shoved you against the nearest table. you were laying on the cold hard surface of the table now with both your legs spread open by his hands. he took his phone and snapped a couple pictures off your wet dripping cunt.

"aww is this all for me puppy? dont worry just taking some nice pictures off this cunny mkay. such a good girl all nice and wet ready for my cum right?"

he was taking pictures? why? and why did you enjoy this so much. you were supposed to be crying, screaming something but nothing came out. you wanted to know what he would do to you. after he took the pictures he put his phone away and started to play with you clit, rubbing it, squizing it, pulling it. you wanted to moan so bad but you just held it in and whimpered. he let go of your legs and took of his pants, revealing his cock, it was long, thicc and you wanted it in your mouth.

"such a pretty cunt god can't want to breed you so bad yeah. gonna fuck you nice and hard okay"

he said stroking his cock. he took your legs and pulled them up, your ankles now on his strong shoulders. You could feel the tip of his dick against the entrance if your cunt. You looked at toji and it looked like he was starved animal that has not been fed for months, he was breathing heavy, his hair strands were falling loosely against his forehead and his eyes had a dark red colour to them now. One of his hands were now on your cheeks, he bend over and kissed you, gently, softly, passionatly, an unexpected action from him. suddenly just then he shoved his whole dick inside you without warning, an action that caused you to scream in the kiss. when he broke the kiss he smiled, sadistically, cruelly. he started thrusting in and out of you in an unrelenting pace. the pleasure was building up fast, too fast.

"w..wait please s...sloww downnn pleasee!"

He didn't hear you instead he kept going. One of his hands were now on your tits, pulling at your nipples. You never though you could moan so loud, but here you were, drooling and moaning like you were a bitch in heat.

"dont worry puppy your gonna full of my cum soon okay? gonna fuck you all night long okay?

He said in a tone as if he was talking to a child, and you loved it. the pleasure was welling up fast, his cock was hitting your g-spot over and over again in a unhumanly pace. you mind was slowly slipping, the only thing in your head was him. his cock, his cum, his body, him and only him. you could feel yourself getting close, you knew that once you came your body would be his. And that didn't seem too bad.

"master m..may i..cum please please pretty pleasee"

you cried out hoping he would let you.

"awww is my baby dumb already. is this what you wanted puppy? to be bred like a slut? dont worry im gonna breed you now okay? you will look sooo good swollen with my child. go ahead cum"

with the combination of his sinful words and his cock you let out a scream, cumming harder than you ever did in your whole life. your mind was blank, not able to or wanting to procces anything that the immense pleasure he was giving you.

That led you to were you are now. It had been 4 weeks since the bookstore incident and since then toji made you quit your job. you moved in his appartment, the only job you had was being toji's personal sex slave. when you 2 found out you were pregnant you wanted to cry. you were going to give birth to a child of a man twice your age at only 21. Toji on the other hand was the happiest man on the world, and he wasn't planning on stopping with just one child.

Here you were now 3 and a half weeks pregnant and toji was getting turned on everyday from seeing your baby bump. he was laying on the bed while you were bouncing up and down his huge cock. once you were a smart libarian now you have been reduced to his personal cum dump. And you loved it. You could't wait to have his second or third or even fourth child.

A/N: I dont know how to end shi like this AFAAGAGAAGGA. Here is your toji smut i promised bitchess. Sorrg if i seemed inactive but i was just procrastinating alott. Also THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR ALL THE REBLOGS AND LIKES ILY GUYS.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello, I Am sorry for disturbing you, but can I make a request of a corpse husband GN reader with Their deep as hell seductive voice Singing Lights Down Low In The Most Seductive Manner Possible. The Roster Of Both Humans And Gods Are Up To You But Pls Include Hades And Qin Shi Huang But This Is just wishful thinking, Anyways, Ignore this ask if you do not want to do it, I can understand. 😁

-You hummed quietly, the vibrations creating a soothing sound for your lover, who was laying with you while you were leaning on the arm of the couch, his head against your chest as your threaded your nails through his hair, scratching his scalp lightly.

-He shifted, pressing his ear against your chest to hear both your heartbeat and the vibrations, his grip around your waist tightening only slightly.

-You smiled softly, thinking it was cute before you spoke, your voice low but gentle, sending a shiver up his spine, “Would you like me to sing for you?

-His sudden shift, his chin resting against your chest as his eyes sparkled brightly, making you chuckle warmly.

-You didn’t sing very often for him, and you were rather private about the fact that you could sing so well, as you didn’t want to get bothered by others.

-You had enough of getting bothered by people constantly coming up and asking you to talk, as your voice was so alluring.

-This was something your lover lorded over the others, that he had you all to himself and he could listen to you any time he wanted.

-Hades- Your voice was so soothing as you started to sing, the melody reverberating all around the two of you. He barely paid attention to the lyrics until your voice went just a bit lower, your hands stretching down to scratch at his back lightly. He shifted, a grin rising to his lips, before he lifted himself from you, his hands moving to be on either side of your head as you continued to sing, your own grin coming to your lips as he looked down at you with a look that only meant one thing~ he was gonna rail you into the couch!

-Qin Shi Huang- Was like a giant cat, clinging to you, nuzzling his face into your chest, making you grin lightly as he sighed in content, listening to your silky voice. As he started to pay attention to the lyrics he shifted his lower body, then again, and again, a grin rising to his lips. Your song broke for a moment as you chuckled when he sat up, his legs straddling your hips as he stared down at you like you were a tasty treat, licking his lips. You lifted one hand behind your head while the other lifting, wagging your index finger in a ‘come-hither’ motion and he was quick to pounce, interrupting your song.

-Loki- You barely got the first line of lyrics out before he was sitting him, face flushed before he grabbed your thighs, sitting himself between them and began to grind on you, holding your hips so tightly you knew you were going to be bruised. His mouth was open as he panted openly, his eyes glazed as he listened to your voice wavering here and there, begging you to keep singing. Your hands came up, cupping his face, making him look down at you before you pulled him down, your song slowly ending, looking into his eyes before you pressed your lips against him. He instantly groaned, his hands quickly coming up to grip at your hair as you bucked your hips up into his own.

[aworldforastage]

Can you recommend contemporary setting danmei with heart-touching romance? I mean any heart-touching danmei that take place in our regular every day world and not sci-fi/fantasy/xianxia/wuxia/ABO/historical ancient/rebirth/transmigration.

Sorry for being fussy, it's just so hard to find interesting danmei since i've been stuck in reading slump.

Hello!

To me, the kind of romance that really touches my heart are usually the ones that help the characters grow out of their insecurities or move on from their trauma, so there is some level of angst in the background. If you are looking for something else, let me know and I'll be happy to recommend something different!

My list:

有名 木更木更 – In Name Only

网恋翻车指南 酱子贝 – Guide on How to Fail at Online Dating

粉黛 七世有幸 – Concealed and Blended: Fendai

FOG【电竞】 漫漫何其多 – FOG

心眼 北南 – The Eye of the Mind

我只喜欢你的人设 稚楚 – I Only Like Your Made-up Persona

楚天以南 大风不是木偶 – Under Clear Skies

燎原 不问三九 – Wildfire

(I'm copying & pasting some text I wrote in other posts on this blog)

有名 木更木更 – In Name Only

[actors/celebrities, fake relationship, mature characters] – Two award-winning actors fake a relationship to quash a scandalous rumor, and gradually get to know the real person behind the other’s accomplished career and polished public persona. The tone of the story veers is mostly sweet and funny, with a splash of angst that they conquer together. It’s really comforting and relaxing to read about the love story of “mature men” in their early 30s who know how to communicate productively, take care of the people they like, and really accept and empathize with each other’s imperfections.

网恋翻车指南 酱子贝 – Guide on How to Fail at Online Dating

[online gaming, college-setting, cat-fishing, mistaken identities] – Jing Huan poses as a girl in an online game to catfish the famous player who tricked and hurt his cousin. Meanwhile, Xiang Huaizhi notices photos from the "girl" who keeps flirting with him in an online game can only be sent by one underclassmen at his school. There is plenty of comedy in Jing Huan’s effort to pose as a girl online, and also plenty of hurt when the truth and deception are laid to bare, but overall this is a sweet college romance with just dash (or maybe a spoonful?) of angst and plenty of humour. (PSA: No knowledge of gaming is needed (I don’t have any) to follow the story.)

粉黛 七世有幸 – Concealed and Blended: Fendai

[entertainment industry, actor x makeup artist] – I really like this novel because it presents acting and art as skills that the characters must practice and develop; the main characters are not geniuses who can take their careers for granted. The gong is a makeup artist, who considers himself straight but cross-dresses as a branding gimmick to advance his career. The shou is a retired E-sports player-turned-idol actor, who is secretly gay and has no real passion for performance. The novel starts off with funny interactions between “straight pretending to be queer” vs “gay pretending to be straight.” Eventually, they develop a deep bond after collaborating on a series of projects, and help each other discover their true career aspirations.

FOG【电竞】 漫漫何其多 – FOG

[E-sports, (sort-of?) reconciliation] – (it’s a fictional game so no prior gaming knowledge needed). Yu Sui brought Shi Luo into the industry, but within the year, he broke up the team, went to an elite club in Europe, and sold Shi Luo to a different club in China. What will Shi Luo do when Yu Sui comes back? As an E-Sports novel, FOG does a great job of portraying the camaraderie between teammates and the youthful passion of the players, while also touching on the cynical and exploitative side of the industry. There is an extremely sad and infuriating backstory that explains why the main couple had to be separated for two years (it’s not their fault), but their relationship is otherwise very sweet.

心眼 北南 – The Eye of the Mind

[unsure about translation status][reconciliation, (eventual) step brothers, hurt/comfort, slice-of-life ] -- Liang Cheng enters Qiao Yuanlin’s life three times, as a stranger who saves his life at 13, as the mysterious tenant renting his grandmother’s extra room when he was 16, and as his step-mother’s adopted son six years later. However, there is another hidden thread connecting their histories together. In many ways, this is a coming-of-age story for Qiao Yuanlin, who is born with a serious congenital heart defect that has permeated every aspect of his life, but he still manages to grow up with a very realistic blend of good nature, naivete, and bratty-ness. He has to cope with his heart condition and his parents' divorce in adolescence, and later develop his own identity and values as a young adult and professional. This novel also has the most satisfying illness-comfort-recovery arc I have ever read thanks to Qiao Yuanlin’s heart (and of course Liang Cheng is his doctor).

我只喜欢你的人设 稚楚 – I Only Like Your Made-up Persona

[Official licensed and fully published in English as "Rose and Renaissance")] [entertainment industry] -- Xia Xiqing is a professional artist who also draws fan art for Zhou Ziheng, the nation's most beloved young actor. The best part of this story is the clash of "personas": Zhou Ziheng (gong) is a serious and hardworking star actor and college student; while Xiqing (shou) is a rebellious art school grad who was a bit of a playboy in his past. After an accidental encounter, Zhou Ziheng immediately dislikes Xia Xiqing, but they unexpectedly become neighbours and also star on a reality show together. Then, they get to know the real person behind each other's superficial persona, develop a deep bond, and even help Xiqing heal from his childhood trauma.

More...

There two are very popular stories I read partially, and I hope to revisit and finish them someday. They have very compelling romantic arcs, but the main story lines are more heavy and less "fairytale":

楚天以南 大风不是木偶 – Under Clear Skies :: on a site visit to a rural village, young professor Tang Heng meets his ex-boyfriend from grad school, whose life has taken a turn completely unlike his own. It's a story that digs deep into inequalities, privileges, family dynamics, and abuses of power, and love that survives despite all that.

燎原 不问三九 – Wildfire :: A tattoo artist begins a relationship with his blind younger brother's optometrist. The main draw of the relationship is that both characters older (mid-30s) so they are more mature, but that also comes with a different set of challenges.

For today's recommendations, I left out

angst-heavy romances that break your heart but somehow you (or the characters) still want it to work out

super-light stories that are sweet and fluffy or funny all the way through

stories that are completely untranslated

But if those types sound interesting to you, I'm happy to recommend some!

I hope you find something you can enjoy! 😊

[pmc360]

Hello you!

I know I probably already posted this here or somewhere on my other platforms but I just wanna quickly rant about it here since I never got the chance to b4.

I made this in a celebration for last Halloween, but as any procrastinator I never got it done. Personally me, I still like looking at it even unfinished.

But I digress, I just wanna talk about what’s going on in the photo right now since I don’t usually give context for this type of shi.

This photo was actually supposed to come out with a small animation aswell, why? Because I over work myself XD. The small animation was going to show Mr.I walking around a abandoned costume store looking confused, supposedly looking around for something.

Then Spoiler and Riphook would suddenly barge in through a wall, it was supposed to be a accident with Spoilers thrusters where he didn’t know how to turn them off, hence why he broke through a wall in the first place.

Mr.I would turn and see them before opening a portal away from them, the brothers would then barge out through another wall out of the abandoned costume store where they would be flying in the air, covered in a random costume.

Spoilers thrusters still being on would make it so they would both fly in the air, then Mr.I comes back and is super confused of what’s going on, before realizing he’s up in the air.

ending it on the scene of all of them falling.

I don’t know how I thought I could’ve made a entire animation and fully rendered photo to go with it, while also juggling homework and other problems till Halloween.

That’s the joys of being an undiagnosed neurodivergent tween, anyways thanks for listening to my Ted talk. (And maybe reblog this to give your friends a jumpscare?? XD)

[dawntowntan]

Cybersex: Video leak

3 part story. Title will make sense around the 2nd part so be patient abt it. Og characters. All of them past the age 18. Mdni !!

Some kinks may be mentioned..

Mature content ahead ‼️‼️

Oliver x Alex x !fem.reader

Content: You and your boyfriend, Oliver, were casually 'making love' when suddenly his best friend, Alex calls in distress. He says he just got into a fight with his girlfriend Cassandra and need a place to stay the night. As he comes over, you guys talk about what happened. He says their fight was about their sexual life. 'So, you're not the problem.... She is?'

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'Oh fuck... Baby..'Oliver breathed out as I rode him. 'Yeah just.. there, shit. You're so good.' He grabbed my face and kissed me sloppily. I moaned into the kiss. God, my boyfriend is just so hot. Everytime we fuck my mind just goes blank and we go bersek. As I rode my high and hit all the spots I could possibly find, I sighed. 'Ollie... Holy s-shit,' my eyes teared as I feel the knot in my stomach tighten. 'I-Im gonna cum..' I layed my head unto his neck and bit. Oliver hugged me and grabbed my waist 'Already tired? Let me do it, baby.' Oliver said as he proceeded to slam into my abused pussy. Oh how I just love it when he ruins me. Honestly, I wasn't this wild before, especially since I've never had a boyfriend before him. But when we lost our firsts to each other? No words could express the ecstasy we were in.

Maybe except the soaked sheets and dried cum the next morning we woke up on. 'F-fuck.. ughh... Baby shit I'm cumming.. So good..' he said as he flipped his hair and threw his head back. I gripped unto his broad shoulders for support as I felt myself slowly release, I moan his name out as a cry O-Oliver..' I said and he looked at me groggily and growled lowly, 'Thats right my love.. just cream my cock... Yeah, shit.. that's so fuckin hot..' I shoke as I orgasmed on his dick. As I finish, he grabs my waist again and whispers unto my ear 'Just a little longer love.. I'm near..' He closed his eyes as he continued to drill his cock into my soaked pussy. As I whimpered and shoke under his touch, he starts to rub my clit. 'Oh God.. Oliver don't..' I weakly tried to push his hands away. He kissed and left a mark on my neck 'You take what I give Y/N,' slamming unto me 'You take it like a good whore..' I feel hot liquid inside fill me up 'Just like how I trained you.' Oliver said as he pumped the last of his cum into my womb. As I panted, I almost collapsed over exhaustion. He catches me and giggles 'What...' he layed me down and cuddled me. 'Youre such a jerk..' I hissed as I felt the cum drip down from my core to my thigh. 'Oh don't act like you didn't like tha-' *Ring ring* his phone rang. 'Who the fuck calls at 1 am.' he scowled and picked his phone from the ground. I guess we were too much in a hurry to fuck when we got here that he dropped it. *Alex ugly rat* it read.

Oh. Alex, his best friend. 'What? Huh- what happened to hello?... How's that my problem.. then go talk to Cass.. God you're helpless..' Oliver continued to talk to him as I started to trace my hand up and down his defined abs. I felt him tense up and his voice broke as I started to kiss his neck. 'W-wait no you can't... What do you mean, it's my a-apartment...' he looked down at me and gave me the stop look. I just smiled and straddled him. 'S-shi- Alex where the fuck are you?... WHAT?' he suddenly yelled and startled me. 'What happened to him and Cassie..?: I asked. But before he could even answer my question, our door bell rang. 'Ill get it' I dashed into the front door and saw Alex over the cam. I open it and let him in. He was just standing there with his hands in his pockets and he looked at me. Then his gaze slowly travelled down my neck. That's when I realized I was only wearing a silky night gown without anything but cum inside. Shit. 'Okay, that's enough staring Lex.' Oliver said as he gently pulled me away and let Alex in. 'I get it she's pretty but eyes are here' my boyfriend demonstrated to his own eyes.

Alex walked and sighed. 'Im so close to breaking up with Cassie, bro...' he leaned back into the couch and stared at the black screen of our TV. Oh that's bad. Alexander and Cassandra, they've been together since 8th grade. Inseperable really. As I proceed to think to myself, I head towards the kitchen, as Oliver approaches his distressed best friend to talk. I take a cup of water and head out to give it to them. As I softly smile at him, our hands accidentally brush each other. 'Do you think it's you who's the problem?' Ollie asks Alex as he gulped down the cold water, taking off his gaze on me. 'Well.. I think so. Whenever we, you know, do it I just can't get myself to-' I lean on our bedroom doorframe and listen but choked on my spit when Oliver opened his mouth 'Erectile dysfunction? Are you unable to get hard?' he genuinely asked. Alex started to panic 'Fuck no! I- what the actually fuck, Co. I can get hard as a rock but then the moment we start I just... Can't,' he whispered 'cant cum. And she's been bugging me about it. She keeps asking if it was because she wasn't experienced. I just can't tell her it's because our sex life is just so... I don't know, repetitive?' Alex finished off and chugged down the last bit of water. Oliver and I looked at each other and knew what we were dealing with. He cautiously spat out to Alex after our mini eye convo 'So, you're not the problem.... She is?' his best friend whipped his head violently 'I didn't-' 'Yeah, but you wanted to. Repetitive? What do you mean by that?' the boy feeling defeated, he hung his head low. 'She finishes fast and gets tired before I even could get myself back together. Of course I don't want to force myself unto her but still.. I still want to relieve myself too. And it being so fucking vanilla. God, I just can't anymore.' I heard the pain in his voice. The sexual frustration, it's like he's getting choked by it. Why he needed was something new. Something to release him from the shackles of vanilla sex. Something that makes him scream of pleasure. Or maybe, even someone else..? Oh God, what am I thinking. I look over at my boyfriend, only to find him looking at me deeply. I figured I knew what he's thinking as he smirks. 'I know how to find out whether it's you or her,' he looks at his best friend who's know in the brink of breaking down 'but you have to trust us.' he strode to me and took my hand to drag me to sit with them. Now Alex was starting to understand. 'Oh God, no I can't do that. T-Thats outrageous-' 'But how would you know who's really the problem?' I interrupted. 'We'll teach you a few things that you could use on Cassie. Come on, you know you need something. I can already tell how pent out you are right now.' Oliver turned to me as he started to stroke my hair only to pull on a handful making me throw my head back, exposing my neck. I did nothing but softly touch his hand that was slowly trailing up my chest. 'Just look at this precious thing.. don't you want it?' he cooed at my face as I closed my eyes and he placed his hands on my neck. I heard Alex shudder as he continued to watch, and not gonna lie, that turned me on. It's been a while since my boyfriend had shared me with his friend. He hated it; how they would please me, but at the same time it was such a huge turn on. 'Come.' he released me and stood up. 'I think I know what your freaky ass would like' Oliver chuckled as he entered our room. 'Baby, do me a favor and take that lost excuse for a puppy here.' I look at Alex. It's the first time I've ever seen him like this. So disheveled, so messy. He's always been so tidy and self aware, even before his huge glow up.

I softly smiled and stood up, taking his hand to lead him to the bed which he obliged too. Hm, cute. As I pressed his shoulders to make him sit, I placed both my knees on each his side. He subconsciously placed his hands on each my side as we started into each other's eyes. I could feel his bracelet and rings on my waist. As I cupped his face and brought my lips close, but not close enough to touch, I heard felt Oliver come up my ass and squeeze it from behind. I turn my head and lean on Viel giving him a whiff of my scent as he leaned back on his arms for support. 'Here, have you ever used these before?' My boyfriend threw some handcuffs, and a cock ring to the side. 'Shit..' I heard Alex mutter under his breath as he touched the items. 'I never even dreamt of using these. I don't think I know how to use them either way.' 'You're missing out' My boyfriend spat said, as he started to kiss my neck, smelling my hair. I whimper as he lifts my nightgown, exposing my bare ass. He chuckled as he took the tip of his finger to push back the cum leaking out of my hole. 'Havent you noticed that smell, Alex?' he said, making his best friend confused. 'The smell of freshly fucked pussy.' I blushed and leaned more on the boy in front of me who held me. 'Does that turn you on? The fact that you're 'boutta fuck another man's girl? Hm?' He spat as he kneeled on the bed to face my pussy. 'Come on, baby. Look how hard he is under you.' he licked once. I slightly shoke as I was still sensitive. I look down and find a rising cock. As Oliver kept eating me out, making lewd sounds, Alex seemed flustered as if he's never heard a man actually enjoy eating pussy so much.

We meet eyes as I pull down his pants revealing a huge throwbing cock. Well shit. I stroke the base a little before licking the tip. Alex whimpers and bites his lip as I continue to give him kitten licks, before taking his length fully. 'Ah-' he shut his eyes, his hands hesitating to pull on my hair. I take it and encourage him to push and pull he wants. 'Hm- Mmh, fuck... Good.. fuck.. shit so good.. ag-hh' were all you could possibly hear in our room. As I started to slowly release on my boyfriend's mouth, he slapped my ass and laughed before giving me a peck on the cheek. Alex soon finished too and shoke beneath me. Never have I ever swallowed a shit ton of cum before. I wiped my mouth before kissing my boyfriend who smiled in between. 'Lay down sweetheart, on him,' he looked at Alexander and chuckled 'Ah, since you already got what you wanted, I think ass would be enough for you?' he said spreading my legs and taking out his cock which was covered in precum. 'W-what. Ass? Can you fuck that?' Oliver laughs as if what he heard was unbelievable and just slips in the cock ring which deliciously slid down his length, giving it a thicker look as it throbs. 'Of course you can!' I lay my head down on the pillow Alex was using and put a hand on his cheek to stroke it. I feel it warm up and redden so I giggle. Now Oliver slowly guided Alex to my ass' entrance and it enters. The pleasure and pain of a new size mixed, I whimpered and closed my eyes. Soon enough, I felt my boyfriend enter too. Fuck, I'm so full. As they start moving, I whimper. This goes on as they start wilding. 'L-look at you, ohh,' my boyfriend's breath hitched as he roughly pushed his hips to mine 'Such a fucking..' he threw his head back, feeling overwhelmed by the feeling of my pussy and the feeling of his friend's cock pulse too. 'Such a whore, hm? Aren't you baby, huh? Can't go a day without a cock pounding you, no?' he said as he started to lightly choke me. I nod. I feel Alex pulse. 'Shit, Co, aren't you hurting her?' he said but Oliver only laughed 'Hurt her? I trained this body.' he said, grinding away. Soon enough, Oliver succumbed to the pleasure. He came inside, and kissed me. He got off the bed to grab some pants for him and Alex, as I turn to the guy beneath me. I peck him a few times before kissing him. I felt the bed dip behind me and my boyfriend pulled down my gown. 'Well, isn't this a good way to end the night, no?' he chuckled and gave Alex some pants. 'Its great for him,' I said, 'he now knows he ain't the problem.' I plopped down beside Alex and crossed my thigh. 'Yeah, it was THE sex they were having that was the problem.' Ollie said, as he approached me and hugged my from behind. Alex looked at us before smiling softly, 'Yeah..'. it was silent for a while before me and Oliver slowly drifted to sleep. I was about to fall asleep when Alex softly spoke. 'When will I get a relationship like this? You love each other so much. God, it's something I need everyday.' was the last thing I heard, before I dozed off.

----------------- Damn, this was lazy. Part 2?

I LIT JUST FOUND THIS IN MY NOTES ONE NIGHT AND GOT TURNED ON READING IT I- 3 am things go hard

-dan.c™

[therantsofawriterrr]

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Chapter Five: I'm Alone Now, Jagiya

Summary: Kang Hyunyul has had a good life since he left the Jindo gang. But when he finds out that Do Jin is going to be temporarily released, he's stressed and the return of an old flame triggers familiar feelings and with them, the old memories of the only real thing of his complicated past. All while she was saving his life, literally putting her life on the line. Chapter Summary: Hyunyul and Sujin meet again and Hyunyul questions his limited knowledge of the past. Warning: Mentions of violence and that's mostly it, i think. Tell me in the comments if I missed anything. A/N: Timeskip to after Hyunyul has gone to college yay! I'm assuming that Hyunyul got into a prestigious college lol. Also after some research that didn't rly tell me much, I'm guessing that all of these people have those keypad phones. The timeline may not be accurate, so just bear with me, pls and thx.

A few years later.

Hyunyul was farely content. He'd learned sign language diligently so that he could communicate with Yichan and his girlfriend, Cheongah. He'd gotten into a very good institution after school.

And Dojin hadn't been any trouble after the school incident.

Currently, they were all taking a gap year to relax before starting to look for work, so they were able to meet every weekend. Cheongah took them all to a nice, quaint cafe that had opened up a few years ago.

They were all sitting on a table, talking to each other.

"Hello, welcome to Jiha's Cafe. I'll be your server today, what would you like to have?"

The kind, welcoming voice caught Hyunyul off guard as he almost broke his neck, turning to see the person.

Jang Sujin.

He saw surprise flash in her face at seeing him as well. Everyone ordered their food and when Yichan and Cheongah's turn came, they pointed at the name in the menu card. She immediately pocketed her little notepad and started signing.

"I know sign language, so you can talk to me in that way."

Her knuckles were bruised, he noticed. She had a fresh cut on her forehead too, he noticed. She'd cut her hair a bit shorter, her dark locks were only reaching till her neck now. But, she looked... different. There were dark circles which were enough to show her tiredness, but her gaze was so energetic that he almost missed it.

"What can I get you, sir?" She asked. He realised that the question was pointed towards him so he chose a dish that he'd already decided.

Upon hearing, he could've sworn she smiled softly, like she expected it.

The door opened with a bang, revealing a man in casual clothes, heaving breaths.

"Am I late? Is she gone?" He asked Sujin. Sujin only gave him a withering look and shook her head. He sighed out in relief and sat down on a table.

She immediately slammed her hand down on the table, glaring at him. She probably threatened him, because his eyes widened.

"Hey, you can't treat me like that! I'm seven years older than you!"

"I don't care. Either confess to her now and keep coming back to eat my dishes or get out. I'm getting tired of the longing gazes. And her just gushing about you every time she gets the chance."

"Kyungmi-shi gushes about me? What does she say?"

She groaned and clenched her fists. "If you weren't a brother figure for me, I would've killed you a long time ago. Ugh."

He turned back with a smile as she yelled out to Kyungmi to go take her future boyfriend's order.

Yichan gestured for me and signed, "Do you know her?"

Hyunyul only shook his head and signed back, "Not that well. She's just an acquaintance."

The bruises and cut made him think though. Was she still in the gang? Maybe Dojin was making her work even after she left?

Thought you'd never look back, Hyunyul. What're you doing right now?

Hyunyul was caught off guard both by the thought and because he'd placed scalding hot food in his mouth. His panic made everyone laugh as he forgot his doubts and just got into the moment.

An hour or so later, they were put of the hotel, walking towards their houses. Hyunyul had bought a bike after saving up a lot of money. He patted his pockets and realised that his keys were missing. He jogged back to the hotel, entering silently, not wanting to make his presence known.

"Dojin tried to break out, y'know?" He heard the man from earlier say and he paused, his hand poised over his keys. "You're sure you don't need protection?"

"It's not that easy to break out of jail, oppa. Plus, you're there to keep me updated."

"Sujin, from what I heard, he's very angry. What if he does break out and tries to kill you? What'll you do, then?"

She grunted dismissively, and even if he couldn't see it, he knew that she batted her hand.

"Let him try. I'm nothing if not a fighter."

"Yeah I can see that. Who the hell did you fight this time?"

"Ehhhh, just some guys."

The conversation shifted, prompting Hyunyul to pocket his keys thoughtfully.

So, Dojin was in jail for good? When had that happened?

Last he'd heard was that he'd been caught trying to sell drugs. Had he been tried and sentenced to a few years in jail?

But if he was angry at Sujin, then it could mean that....

Oh.

He paused, his feet dragging against the road as his eyes widened, staring at the ground as his heartbeat got faster.

Had it all been... an act?

♬♩♪♩ ♩♪♩♬

Sujin wiped the sweat off her forehead when she was home just above the cafe, sighing out a quick breath. She switched on the light, thankful for being able to afford it with the loans and everything else.

She fell on the couch, staring at the ceiling, loneliness starting to creep onto her quickly.

Her mother passed away a year ago. Without her, she didn't really like coming back. There was nothing to come back to, really, so she was always trying to keep the cafe open as late as she could.

But ever since Ha Kyungmi had started working there, she always succeeded in shooing the younger woman out, demanding that she close shop and head home.

"She's a good match for Yojun oppa, honestly," she murmured.

But she still was lonely in her house, with no one to talk to and no one to rant to. So, she only got up to wash the dishes.

As she did, though, her mind couldn't help but wander to earlier in the evening.

He still liked the same dishes. He still laughed the same. He was still a bit clumsy.

He really hasn't changed.

She smiled softly and sighed, wiping her forehead again and hissing because of the cut on there.

She sighed deeply again, for the burly men will be back the next day to ask for the money again.

"Shouldn't have taken the loan, mom was right," she murmured again, falling onto the bed after dinner, deciding to let go of the worries for now.

I'll be taking a nap and nothing will disturb me.

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REVIEWS OF THE WEEK!

Books I’ve read so far in 2023!

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247. Hello Beautiful by Ann Napolitano--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Have you ever finished a book and just sat there in awe, thinking about all of the ways that it broke your heart? This was me with HELLO BEAUTIFUL. Not to be punny, but this book was beautiful. Napolitano's novel was heartbreaking, memorable, destructive, and full of moments that had me outright crying.

We follow a family who essentially adopts a man (who marries into the family) who didn't have much of a family presence growing up due to a tragedy in his childhood. The journey we take over the decades as this family evolves, separates, and comes to terms with who they are is a heavy one, but also eye-opening. We see the cycle of emotional abuse and its consequences; the expectations placed on children to be better than their parents and its sometimes detrimental effects; and the power of love that comes from the most unexpected places.

This is a complex story of family and mental health. It tackles some topics that are often shied from in society, and the consequences of decisions that send ripples through time. There were characters I hated, others I loved, and others I truly hoped would find their happiness.

This was one of my favourites of the year, hands down. The tears on my face as the ending drew closer is proof that this book destroyed me and honestly, I'm grateful I was able to experience that because I normally don't pick up books like this one.

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248. Mistletoe and Mishigas by M.A. Wardell--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Okay, I'm not a huge fan of Holiday books because I find the whole theme kind of cringe and meh LOL, but I devoured the shit out of this book. MISTLETOE & MISHIGAS was adorable af and I couldn't stop reading it.

I loved the grouchy MC and the sugary sweet MC. I loved that one kept putting his foot in his mouth, and the other started to stand up for himself. I loved their dynamic and how they brought each others' best selves out. The grouchy MC's family was a delight and they were HILARIOUS.

Was this book super deep? At times. It dealt with the grouchy MC's PTSD and his fear of finding love again because of his grief and past experiences, and it also dealt with the sunshine MC's homophobic family and their abandonment. These parts were powerful and I liked that the two of them were able to work through or with their traumatic experiences.

Another thing I don't like about Holiday books is that because they're set in such a tight timeline, we often get things at a sped-up rate. In the case of this adorable book, we get an almost insta-lovey relationship that gets steamy hella fast (which I'm fine with, but I did giggle at that first 'baby' that hit at a questionable time), and a distorted sense of time to be falling all the way to the L word because truly, has enough time passed for this word to be coming into play? But the Holiday timeline will always be an escalator for love because time is of the essence.

Beyond that, this was ridiculously adorable and like the perfect shot of cuteness to get you into the Holiday spirit. I love these two messy men and that they were in their 30s!!!! You know how hard it is to find a cute book where the characters aren't in uni or in their 20s? It was weirdly refreshing (mainly because I am in my mid-thirties.)

Will try the first book in the series at some point in my life!

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249. Bookshops & Bonedust by Travis Baldree--⭐️⭐️⭐️

I'm convinced these books aren't for me. I read them both and while I was entertained for a bit, I got to the point where I just wanted the story to end. I did love the bookselling theme and how the MC tried her best to help the bookstore and its owner, but that was about all I really cared for in this book.

Oh, and seeing the MC fall into books that way so many of us do.

But while I can see why so many enjoy these cozy mystery books, I'm just missing that sense of "why am I reading this?"

I think I liked this one more than the first one, but to be completely honest, I'm not even 100% sure I remember what happened LOL.

Three stars for the bookselling and book reading portions, the rest I just...yeah. I don't think I'll be trying the next book--it all depends on when it comes out lol

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250. The New Guy by Sarina Bowen--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I'm so happy to be back in the world of Sarina Bowen. I saw this book on a friend's book haul and I needed it immediately, so I got my excited hands on it and devoured it. I missed reading the fun world of hockey with queer men. Sigh, I will admit that this has now sent me down that same black hole spiral that I experience at least once every year.

We get two perspectives: a single and widowed dad and a hockey player who is struggling to find a permanent home since he has been traded one too many times. As these two characters fight against their growing attraction to each other, we get to see some great character growth and truths that really bring too much to light.

I loved this book because of the tropes presented, but also because these two men experience so many different emotions together that you can't help but hope that they get to have their HEA. There's so much angst and sexy times, that it was hard to put the book down. But besides that obvious spicy side, I loved the side relationships and how the characters remembered to keep their heads on while either working or playing their sport. It's one of the things I love that authors sometimes do--that no matter what the characters are experiencing, it doesn't affect the core thing they love to do.

Also, the side characters were great and I loved all of them--especially the single dad MC's daughter and how big her personality was.

This was a lot of fun and I really need to check out the next book!

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251. Enchanted to Meet You by Meg Cabot--⭐️⭐️⭐️

In rating this a three star, I'm realizing how my rating system is so skewed. I'm rating this three stars because it was fun, but it wasn't the best thing I've ever read. It was very insta-romance and kind of over the top. But I'm going to be super honest: When it comes to Meg Cabot, I expect nothing less and I usually have a great time.

So, despite its imperfections, ENCHANTED TO MEET YOU was a lot of fun. There was a cheesy romance, a badass but kind MC, and a somewhat unbelievable menace that gave me strong THE CRAFT vibes. I wish I had read this in October because it would have been perfect.

I thought the cast of characters were sweet and the love interest (second MC) sounded fine af. There's a specific description of him during a spicy scene that had me rewinding the audiobook just to hear it again. Also, that's another thing! While it wasn't overly described, the fading to black wasn't as obvious as Cabot's previous series.

Also, hello some queer rep in this one! And a beautiful plus-size MC! Love.

I hope that this series doesn't go the way of her last one, which got steadily worse. I will hold out hope and will definitely be picking up the sequel.

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252. Power Plays & Straight A's by Eden Finley & Saxon James--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Re-read in November 2023

The happiness and giddiness I felt when I fell into this world again. I love these characters and how they communicate and how they are together. Reading this again felt like the first time, because I had forgotten so much of what had happened and I got to experience it all again :')

I like that these characters are imperfect and how they work together. One is socially awkward and the other is basically the king of hockey on campus. They are an interesting pair that somehow work and have the cutest and spiciest moments.

I love these boys and I can't wait to re-read this book again in a few years LOL.

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253. It Found Us by Lindsay Currie--⭐️⭐️⭐️

This was a fun and spooky mystery! I think the cover is creepier than the story itself, but it definitely had some moment where I know a middle school reader will have a few sleepless nights.

I loved the concept of this young MC being a detective because of how many other potential mysteries she could solve, especially now that she has her friend and brother helping her. I wouldn't say no to a sequel with more paranormal happenings in this small town--kind of gave me CITY OF GHOSTS vibes and I'm not mad at it.

I think I'm not rating this higher because while I was entertained, it didn't blow my mind. It was an enjoyable experience, however, and I'm definitely intrigued. I liked the character growth and the teamwork that happened--especially since I know younger readers who might pick this up might benefit from seeing healthy sibling relationships like the one in this book.

I do recommend this for anyone looking for a spooky middle grade novel that won't make them too scared to turn the lights off, but might creep them out with the stretched out smiles we sometimes hear about in IT FOUND US.

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254. Just A Bit Captivating by Alessandra Hazard--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I bow down to Alessandra Hazard for writing 14 books (so far) in this series and making me love most of them. JUST A BIT CAPTIVATED is her latest and the way I KEPT checking to see the release date...phew. When I pick up one of these books (to read for the first time, or re-read), I KNOW I'm going to be...captivated.

This was another twisted romance and listen, I am TRASH for these books. Whereas in other books I'd be giving the storyline a massive side eye, something about Hazard's over the top situations are so ridiculously addicting and weirdly endearing? I want to root for both characters, even though one of them is a massive asshole. But listen, it's fiction--romance red flags are not real life goals, okay?

I highly recommend reading this series if you want stories that captivate you and make you question your morals on occasion (but just for the sake of the books.)

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255. The Hundred Years' War on Palestine by Rashid Khalidi--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I will pre-empt my review by stating that the reason why I'm giving this four stars instead of five is because I'm not much of a history lover, so this was a bit of a heavy read in terms of textual information and my brain's inability to fully engage in historical nonfiction. Other than that, this book was incredibly informative.

I've been trying to stay informed and have been trying my best to show my support in the best ways I can, but I find that reading up on the history of the beautiful Palestine and how it has been besieged for over a century is incredibly important. I learned a lot through this text and I definitely believe that it should be on everyone's TBR. There were definitely some aspects I wish we learned more about in this one (I have learned about missing information through my own research and watching videos of those who are hella informed). But I also know that this text is a bit older and a lot of newer information has most likely come to light since its publication.

Important, powerful, and eye-opening, Rashid Khalidi's The Hundred Years' War on Palestine is a must-read.

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256. Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I'm surprised it took me this long to read the heartbreaking book that is GIOVANNI'S ROOM. I've read various Gay literary fiction titles and while I always enjoy the journey, I'm always heartbroken or feeling some intense emotion by the end. Baldwin's novel didn't spare me from this experience.

GIOVANNI'S ROOM is messy, but in the most tragic way possible. This is a novel about a man who experiences one of the biggest emotions a human could experience, but both the time, his life experiences, and the expectations of what it means to be a "man" got in the way of him taking that leap into the abandonment of love. By the end, I couldn't help but cry for him, but also cry for Giovanni and the what could be's that mirror the life these two men lived on the pages of Baldwin's masterpiece.

The final line of this book will forever haunt me and if you've read this book, you know that that imagery not only will haunt the character forever, but also the reader.

Also, if you haven't done so--I highly recommend reading SWIMMING IN THE DARK because this felt very much like a reversal of characters if it was a retelling of GIOVANNI'S ROOM. Both are beautiful and both will absolutely break you/make you think about those who shared these characters' fates in real life.

I took a star away because the writing sometimes felt a little dry, BUT with that being said, I listened to the audiobook and the enunciation and reading of the narrator was GORGEOUS.

I'm glad I finally experienced this gorgeous and messy book. Also, I both wanted Giovanni to get therapy and to also be given the love he always craved and lost. My God, my heart cries for Giovanni.

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Have you read any of these books? Let me know your thoughts!

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Happy reading!

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The Shape of You Pt. 7

Michael Myers X FemReader

Rating: T+

Warnings: Panic attacks, reader is struggling with anxiety and depression, reader gets sick from not taking care of herself

Word Count: 6.1k

Pt 1  Pt 2  Pt 3  Pt 4  Pt 5  Pt 6

Taglist: @the-marshals-wife @msghostface @izumima @cavern-creature​@101killer @scooby-the-soviet-soldier​

(A/N:) Hello lovely readers! I am SO SO SO sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out! I struggled with this chapter. I know where I’m going with this story and we’re making headway to the end but this one I had to figure out where I wanted this chapter to go and I had to take my time to come up with the ideas. It took me a month before an idea popped in my head but I still struggled with getting it wrote. Plus life happens! I hope to get the next chapter out a lot sooner and again I’m so sorry to all my readers that have been waiting so patiently! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Weeks passed by after the incident at work and everything seemed to go back to normal, except for you. The world kept turning and time kept moving but you found yourself stuck in that one horrifying moment. You hid the turmoil well at work and tried to keep it from Michael, but he knew something was wrong. You were retreating more times than opening up to him. If he touched you without you seeing, your immediate reaction was to flinch away. Afterwords you hid the fact that you flinched by giving him a fake smile, shrugging it off with some excuse. You rearranged everything in your office to face towards the door, so you could see everyone who came and went. You didn’t seek out male coworkers now and sent Julie to take care of things now, instead of going yourself. You hated to do your work best friend that way but you just couldn’t bring yourself to be alone with anyone yet, especially men though they never did anything to you. 

You felt silly and worthless as you jumped at shadows, worried about somebody following you, and the worst was the nightmares. You hadn’t had a good nights sleep in so long and it was beginning to show as the bags under your eyes grew darker. Michael worried about you severely as he tried his best to comfort you in whatever way you needed. It broke his heart every time you shied away or just a simple touch made you jerk and cower. He was beginning to grow livid as the days passed by, not towards you but towards the man that had brought this misery upon you. He had finally gotten you to open up to him after he screwed up only to have another problem to build a wall between you two. It had become an unspoken agreement as Michael made sure you could see it was him before he made any contact. He started to ask you before giving you hugs and he stopped kissing you suddenly. When you woke him up by thrashing around because of another nightmare, it was his presence alone that could calm you down. Michael wouldn’t go back to sleep after the really bad attacks, wanting to watch out for you and give you any comfort you needed. He also started giving you his shirt before you both laid down for bed. He knew his scent could calm you through any storms that arose and it had become an unspoken agreement. Before you hit the pillow he was stripping his shirt off and handing it to you. You always wordlessly took it from him before tugging it over your head. You always melted immediately at the warmth of the fabric and his familiar smell penetrating your senses. Knowing he was close and he still loved you made you fall into a dreamless slumber quickly. Though those bad nights still did come and you sweat and squirm before jolting awake. 

You never thought a man could ruin your life and the safety you had always felt so easily, but here you are fearful and paranoid daily. You always felt eyes upon you and his harsh grasp, his cruel words bouncing around in your mind like a run away bouncy ball. The sea of your mind was in constant turmoil and it was taking everything Michael had to penetrate the violent waves. It broke his heart when he had come into your extra room to watch you work, your mind deep in thought. You had screamed shrilly when you noticed he was looking over your shoulder and the work you had been so focused on ruined. You had to start again and he felt so guilty, he was beginning to wonder if he was good enough for you at all. He didn’t want to voice these fears to you, cause he knew as soon as the words left his lips you would feel responsible for making him feel that way. When in actuality it was neither of your faults. It was one man who didn’t have the common decency to take the word no for an answer and attack what couldn’t be his. Michael still had a rage deep inside that made him want to abandon this life he had come to care for so much. Deep down the beast wanted to rampage, to bring his own version of justice to the man who had brought this upon you. But he couldn’t leave you at this moment. You needed him now more than ever and he didn’t care how long it took or how much he had to work, he was going to get you through this. You would heal in time and become the woman he had grown to adore. Not that he didn’t love you now as you were, but he couldn’t take seeing you broken.

 It pained him greatly and he wanted you to come back and see how good of a life you lived with him. Michael wouldn’t be here in this moment if it hadn’t been for you, to take that risky chance. To look beyond the monster he had been painted to be and see that deep down there was a man that needed help. You were the light in his storm and you brought a difference out of him that even he didn’t believe existed. He had been poked, prodded, brainwashed in to thinking that he wasn’t worth anything. But you saw that diamond lying within the coal and you nurtured it and made it shine brighter than it ever had. Now it was Michael’s turn to step in and bring your shine back. You were tarnished with fear and no amount of pushing and forcing would bring that special shine back. He had to learn something he never had, patience and preserver through his frustrations. You needed him now, more than he needed you and there was no way he was going to abandon you. He would take one step at a time and be there until once again you were more than ready to step out again and be the person you usually are.

The weekend came again and you let yourself sleep in. Michael’s side was empty and long cold when you woke up and it made your heart sink. But the feel of his shirt against your skin brought back a little warmth. He was taking such good care of you, you couldn’t help but feel guilty that you were neglecting him and his needs. This whole thing had never been about him nursing you. You had wanted to show him that the world and people weren’t so bad, to show him that he was more than what everyone said he was and you were beginning to succeed, but now you were the one backtracking. You were the one messed up and now Michael had a good example that of course the human race basically sucked at times. Especially the one human that brought this all on. You shivered diving deeper in the blankets as you couldn’t help but feel that this whole ordeal was far from over. You had tried to be brave and show everyone that what had happened, didn’t you bother like you wanted it to. But that was far from the truth as you found yourself sinking in the depths of fear. Enough that you had nightmares, you found it hard to be at work alone in your office, and just the contact Michael longed for had you stiffening in panic. 

Michael had gotten good at knowing when panic attacks were starting to set in and he made sure he was distant enough to keep you comfortable but still made sure his presence was around. You looked up at the ceiling, wanting to stay in bed all day but you knew you couldn’t neglect the day. You felt the need to be at least a little productive. You had been wanting to work on your recent project that laid abandoned in amongst your art supplies. You took a deep breath, bracing yourself for whatever the day would hold. Michael was being really quiet, most likely letting you sleep as long as you could and it warmed your heart. You began to seek him out as you wanted to see him. Guilt still nagged at your being as you felt fine being the one to initiate contact with him, but your mind wouldn’t let you be okay with him being the one to initiate anything. Despite the fear and worries you did feel anger towards Ian for ruining everything. Life had been so perfect as your home life had become everything you could have hoped it would be. Then one horrible moment in life and everything shattered. Your hands shook as you looked for Michael. 

He’d been busy this morning as you noticed the laundry you did last night was folded, the TV already on but turned down low so it wouldn’t disturb you, and the smells of something cooking wafting from the kitchen. You found Michael there, standing at the stove with a spatula in hand. It was funny to you how he could stand so still without humming or moving, though it probably hadn’t been so funny to others that he had preyed upon. The thought made you shiver but that was a time long ago. Though you had seen The Shape personally most recently you still couldn’t help but feel safe in your own home. Well you used to and despite the new anxiety that had taken control you still felt like your home was your haven. It was getting harder to leave and while your boss understood that you were having to work some things out after everything that happened, you couldn’t take the time off you needed. The office was so understaffed and with no new applications coming in, you completely understood that they needed you. Though you knew you were making mistakes you normally wouldn’t and were having a hard time concentrating. It felt good to be needed though and that your job was safe as long as you kept showing up to work. You breathed deeply, trying to gear yourself up to face another day when Michael turned around. He had heard you walking down the hallway but in true fashion he remained focused on the task at hand. He also didn’t want to go searching for you as he was worried it would make you feel uncomfortable.

 He had been trying to get in the habit of letting you come find him, as it made you more at ease. He missed being able to pull you in for hugs and he really missed kissing you like he used to. That was the hardest part for him as he had been denied any form of human comfort for years. It set his teeth on edge, but for you he would take it. He had to as there was no choice. His heart sunk seeing you standing in the doorway, his shirt rumpled from sleep and your hair sticking up. Normally he would find it adorable and would take his emotions out on you. But the only reason it saddened him was he could see the bags under your eyes, your skin was pale, your eyes normally bright and cheerful were lack luster, and you never stood with the confidence you used to have.

“Morning,” you mumbled giving him a wobbly smile.

Michael nodded back, he had gone back a little into his old ways so he didn’t talk as often. While you had started not to talk much at all you still talked more than he did. It was awkward trying to make conversation now as you forced yourself to talk. You didn’t want either of you to back slide but it was becoming difficult the more time passed and you made no progress. Wordlessly you sat at the table, waiting for the silence to break or maybe the sudden urge to talk would come. Michael finished up cooking, scooping scrambled eggs onto the two plates he removed from the cabinet. Still without a sound he set your plate before you, before taking a seat at the other end of the table. Your lip wobbled as you fought the urge to cry. Nothing seemed appetizing anymore and you barely cooked now. Michael had stepped up making simple things he had learned from you, but it felt like you were taking advantage of him. Since you weren’t feeding him and whatever he cooked you barely touched. You scooped up a small bite, still fighting the urge to burst into tears, before chewing slowly. It felt like chalk in your mouth and the flavors that were normally there were no where to be found. Michael didn’t try to speak, wanting you to focus more on eating. He was worrying more and more about you as more weight fell off you. Ever since he had met you, he knew you had a healthy appetite and he didn’t want that to go away. Before, food was nothing to him, until you had shared your meals with him and then he realized how much you could connect with someone over one simple dish. Now he watched you chew and swallow like he had placed gravel in front of you. It didn’t take long until you were pushing the plate away and standing up from the table.

“I’m not that hungry,” you choked fighting back tears. “I think I’ll go lay down a little longer I don’t feel so good.”

Michael just nodded and a few tears slipped free from your barricade. You fled quickly not wanting him to see you cry or break down once again.

You shut the door quickly and flung yourself into the pillows where your sobs were muffled and began to soak your tears. You were sick of feeling this way, sick of being such a bother to him, and sick of not being able to pick yourself up. Your world was crumbling and no matter how many times you tried to piece it back together it just fell back apart. You were lost, trying to find your way. But it felt like being lost in a darkened woods with no light and you couldn’t even begin to see the stars because the trees keep blocking everything. It didn’t take long until you fell back into a fitful sleep, exhaustion dragging you under but you still couldn’t rest. Your mind a constant battlefield that wouldn’t leave even during the peaceful moments of the night. You whimpered and cried as nightmares continued to plague your unconsciousness. Michael had quietly checked on you at one point in the afternoon, but you had yet to wake up and he didn’t want to bother you. His fear of making you feel worse keeping him from even trying to talk or soothe you. You sweated profusely as you tossed and turned.

 You woke once more and could see that it was night time, you spent all your day trying to sleep and nothing else. Michael’s side wasn’t occupied as he never came to bed. The clock was reading midnight and he didn’t stay up late much anymore. You should feel hungry, you should feel rested but you felt none of those things. Quietly getting up you went to go find Michael to see him sleeping on the couch. It shouldn’t bother you as much as it did, because he could sleep wherever he wanted, but you couldn’t help but feel like it was your fault that he didn’t feel comfortable enough around you to sleep in the same bed like you both had been. Defeated you went back to bed to cry more as the bed now felt too big, too lonely, and too cold. You longed for the heat of Michael’s body against yours and the comforting pressure of his arms wrapped around you. But those were gone as your mind could no longer take comfort from those things. It always felt like Ian trapping you against your will, that he was trying to take advantage of you once more. So you cried and wallowed in the pit of despair you had created until once more you fell into restless slumber. 

Your dreams haunted you as you felt hands grasping you tightly. The pressure leaving bruises in your skin as they held you down. You couldn’t see for the darkness beginning to swallow you as the hands pulled you down. You couldn’t escape no matter how hard you tried. You could feel your skin become clammy and everything felt hot. You tried to scream but your throat was raw and your tongue so dry. You had no energy and you could barely move your head as the black continued to swallow you. Your chest heaved, the panic becoming too much. You tried to suck in air to calm yourself and fight off your attackers holding you down but it was still all in vain.

You jolted awake thrashing violently as the terror still had a tight grip on you. Tears were soaked in the pillows and you could see a shadow above you. You tried screaming like in your dream, but your mouth was so dry and you couldn’t get enough air to scream. Hands had you pinned to the bed keeping you from lashing out and you refused to calm down at all.

“It’s me,” Michael’s voice penetrated the darkness and you immediately calmed though you were still stiff. Everything felt hot, his shirt you wore soaked with sweat, and your vision hazy.

“What’s wrong with me,” you cried out holding onto the drenched blankets beneath you.

“You’re sick,” Michael replied. “You have a fever and I can’t get it to go down.”

While Michael didn’t know much about nursing someone back to health, he couldn’t just stand on the sidelines while you suffered more. Your lack of eating, sleeping, and the tumult emotions had brought your system down enough that your immune system can’t keep up with the demand your body needs.

  “What can I do,” he asked while finally letting you go. Once his hands were off, you couldn’t help but realize how weak you actually were. All this had finally caught up with you and you were suffering more.

“There’s medicine in the bathroom cabinet,” you panted. “And I need a wet rag for my forehead. Something cool and fever reducer will bring my fever down. Michael I’m so sorry I’m being such a burden.”

“Quiet you’re not a burden but we have to get you better,” he chanced it and kissed your forehead. You flinched but stayed still, letting his love and care surround you. “Go back to sleep and I’ll get everything you need.”

Closing your eyes you watched Michael’s retreating back before drifting back into the darkness. Michael raided the cabinets trying to find everything you could possibly need. He only found one packet of medicine that was a fever reducer, but there was only one left and no other boxes remained. He even checked the other cabinets just to be sure, only to come up empty. You were in no shape to leave the house so he knew it was going to be up to him to go out and get whatever you needed. Wetting a rag and making it back into the bedroom, he placed the cool cloth on your fevered skin before going to get a glass of water. He jostled you gently waking you back up, your eyes were glazed over and your breathing was still shallow and quick. You swallowed the pill he offered without question before going back to sleep. Michael watched you for a moment stroking the sweat soaked hair from your cheeks until he felt comfortable to leave you alone.

He didn’t know how going into town was going to go for him. Yeah on his nightly excursions on Halloween he had been wearing a mask, but the authorities would know exactly what he looked like. It made him anxious, but it made him feel worse when he thought of you laying in bed with no medicine in the house to help you through this sickness you were facing. Michael resolved himself, he couldn’t just let you go through this on your own. You had brought him from his darkness and it was time for him to return the favor. Even if things never went back to they were beforehand, he would still love you no matter what. Grabbing a baseball cap and some sunglasses Michael dressed similar to how you would, when you left the house to run errands in Haddonfield. Dressed in jeans and a simple shirt he hid his features as best he could with the hat tipped low and sunglasses to hide his eyes. He was nervous as he didn’t want to be caught and leave you alone with no one to look after you. He also had to contend with your nosy neighbors who had the tendency to pry in your life. Several times while he lived with you he had to hide during the visits and them coming by to question you why you weren’t leaving your home as often. You just gave them vague answers, trying to keep yourself from lying right out, but most of the time you just had to anyway as they continued to pry. 

Michael sucked in a deep breath, opening the door and checking the surroundings. He hadn’t been out since he came here, that was the one thing you didn’t want him to do at all, in fear of watching them take him away. And he heeded those rules as he didn’t want to drag you down with him as his accomplice. With no person in sight he quickly made his way to the car before anyone could get a good look. He started up your car and backed out of the driveway. He had learned to drive from watching the doctors as they transported him back and forth and it didn’t take much for him to get good at driving. Traffic wasn’t bad for a early Sunday morning, he hoped that the city wasn’t stirring just yet. He wanted to make it back home quickly before the streets were packed with shoppers or families looking to enjoy some family time in town. The drug store came into view and Michael parked the car, getting out, and locking the door. He pulled the cap down more as he was getting more nervous the longer he was outside. He wished for the cover of nightfall but with the drugstore being family owned, they didn’t stay open all the time. He was fortunate that they were open on a Sunday anyway. The lady behind the counter greeted him, before doing a double take at his massive build and shadowy features. She suddenly got nervous as he stepped to the counter, his shadow overtaking her and most of the small counter.

“M-may I help you,” the older woman stuttered. She didn’t know what it was about her customer but the fear was shaking her to the core.

“My girlfriend is sick,” Michael answered in a low voice. “I don’t know what medicines will help her the most. Can you help me?”

“O-of course,” she answered before leaving the safety of her counter.

Michael listened intently as she lead him to the cold medicine aisle. He became overwhelmed at all the options and different medicines for all sorts of ailments. He explained carefully all your symptoms to the woman as she began to grab everything you could possibly need. Soon Michael had his arms full of fever reducers, cold compresses, and melatonin to help you sleep. As she rang him up, the lady was still giving advice that could help in any possible way. Michael fought back the chuckle that the woman who had been terrified of him when he walked in, was suddenly very comfortable. She wouldn’t be feeling the same way about him if she knew he was The Shape of Haddonfield. The Michael Myers was standing right before her in her own store and she had no idea. Michael felt odd as he experienced another different source of normalcy as he was trying to do anything he could for you. With hat still tucked low and sunglasses on his face he thanked her quickly and left. Going back to the car he tossed the bag into the passenger seat and headed to his next stop.

While he really wanted to go back home, instead of pushing his luck, the lady had suggested different soups and fluids for you to drink. Michael didn’t go completely into detail on why you had gotten sick, he did explain the bare minimum on your lack of nutrition here lately. So instead of home, his next stop would have to be the local grocery store. This was where Michael’s nervousness exploded as it was much more busy than the little drug store he had just visited. Cars filled the parking lot and people of all shapes and sizes walked to and from the building. While his nightly terrors had been done with a mask on, there was people who knew his face. Specifically the local law enforcement and a few other people. Tugging his cap down lower, Michael left the safety of the car. Like they could sense his foul deeds, the populace of Haddonfield that were grocery shopping steered clear of the large man who made his way to the grocery store entrance. The sight of all the aisles overwhelmed Michael for a moment, along with the large amount of people swarming the checkout counters and different sections. If he couldn’t face his unease for you, he had no right to help or ask you to face yours for him. 

Sucking in a deep breath, he grabbed a hand held basket and started his search for the few things he needed. So far he had only ran into one person and they quickly apologized before racing away to safety. Michael was more careful as the made his way through every aisle until he finally found one thing he had been searching for. Before he could escape to go find the other items a couple older ladies stopped him to see if he would reach something on the top shelf for them. After hesitating and unsure if he should speak, Michael merely nodded and grabbed what they asked for. After thanking him and cooing over the ‘nice and tall young gentleman’ Michael quickly retreated. You were worth it and he would do this all over again, but if he didn’t get out of here soon and get back to your side he was going to lose it. He had come much too far to let himself be caught trying to buy soup and juice in a grocery store. Michael couldn’t help but chuckle quietly at the thought of the headline in the newspaper. ‘The Shape Caught Grocery Shopping.’ The thought of your tears at him being taken away made Michael sober quickly and he finished the last errand quickly. 

His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel hard. He needed to check on you and get the supplies inside, so he could buckle down and get you back on your feet. You needed to eat, you definitely needed to sleep, and you really needed these medicines rustling around in the paper bag. Home was not too far away and Michael could tell more people were stirring in the neighborhood. It was going to make getting inside more difficult than when he left that morning. He hoped you were still asleep, blissfully unaware that he had left and gone out into town. He could just imagine your reaction when he finally told you. Which you would probably figure out pretty quickly as you kept up with whatever was in the cabinets in both the kitchen and bathroom. The only reason you had ran out of medicine is it wasn’t that time of year that you normally got sick. Michael didn’t mind going and getting whatever you needed, he enjoyed getting out to an extent but he didn’t want to worry you and make you feel even worse. Pulling in he didn’t see your closest neighbors around yet. 

He knew they had to be awake but he wanted to make it inside before someone could walk out and see him going into the house. Grabbing everything quickly for one trip, Michael pulled the keys from the ignition and walked quickly to the door. He didn’t want to run as it would only bring attention, he was never much of a runner anyway. He opened the door dropping the bags on the floor and closing the door quickly upon any curious eyes that would become suspicious. He even stood there for a minute watching out the top glass on the door, to make sure nobody left their homes to investigate the strange man that just entered your home. He knew that several people at work knew you were dating, but you kept the bigger details from them. Only giving them bits and pieces to satisfy their curiosities.

  “Michael,” your hoarse voice called. “Michael.”

He ran up the stairs to see that you were still asleep though you were calling out to him in your feverish dream. Sweat still coated your forehead, as your temperature was staying the same. Michael recalled everything the woman at the drugstore said so before he woke you, he began to get everything around. But before he left he placed a cooling compress on your forehead to replace the now hot washrag he had placed before leaving.

Filling a glass full of ice and water and another one with cold juice, Michael grabbed several pill boxes off the table and brought them back into your room. With the compress now pulling some of the heat away, you were sleeping more restfully, it made Michael hate to wake you up. Lack of sleep hadn’t helped with your body as it was one of the main reasons you wound up in this situation. You needed more medicine though to help you kick this illness and get better faster. Michael gently gripped your shoulder, shaking you and calling out to you.

You felt yourself drowning in darkness, the feeling of somebody dragging you down further and further away from the light. You felt severe aches and chills as the hands gripped you tighter. Then you were burning as you struggled to breathe. You tried screaming out, to call for Michael but silence only came out. You began to panic, until a hand grasped your wrist in the dark depths, pulling you quickly towards you light you were struggling so hard to get to. Suddenly you burst forth out of the suffocating black.

You woke up with a gasp and the first thing you could see, when your eyes finally focused was Michael. His gaze was full of concern which only made his grip tighten further. Everything you could remember started rushing back to you and your dream suddenly made since. You shivered violently, the fever leaving you cold that no amount of blankets could take away.

“Michael,” relief flooded you when he cupped your cheek. His hand felt scorching but also so good at the same time. You nuzzled deeper into his touch and it made him smile. He nodded before holding up the different pill boxes and the cup of water he had gotten for you. You took the medicine but you couldn’t remember having these types of medicines in your cabinet.

“Where did you get the medicine,” you finally asked after taking a big drink of juice. Now that you thought about it you didn’t have any juice either. You searched his face, only for him to look away. Chills took over your body and it wasn’t because of the fever.

“Michael?!” You coughed and he offered you more water. You took the drink but you weren’t letting this go. Those few seconds gave him time to gather up the courage to finally tell you.

  “I went out to the store,” he finally replied. Michael didn’t think it was possible for you to pale further, but you did. The thought of him out on his own, especially on a weekend day when everyone and anyone could be out and about on the town. You understood that he did it all for you and it made you feel a little guilty that you had gotten sick. It had made him leave the safety of your home, all because you weren’t taking care of yourself. Michael could tell that you were starting on the downhill slope of blaming yourself for him leaving. Though it was his choice and he was sitting before you perfectly safe and sound.

“Stop blaming yourself,” he cupped your cheeks forcing you to look up at him into the eyes. “It’s not your fault. None of it. Not me having to go out and getting the things you need, you getting sick, or what happened at work. You didn’t ask for it and you didn’t bring anything down on yourself. You have to stop blaming yourself (Y/N) and start healing.”

You melted while still shaking with tears streaming down your cheeks, “I feel like it’s all my fault.”

“It’s not,” Michael said vehemently. “Stop letting the guilt tear you down, it’s time to let yourself heal.”

“Do I deserve to heal,” you sobbed.

Michael chuckled, taking you into his arms and holding you tightly. He wished greatly that he could take this burden from you and make the man who brought this upon you pay dearly, “You deserve it more than anyone else. You said that I was worth having a life and healing. If I’m worth that, then you’re a thousand times worth being happy again.”

As soon as he said those words, you felt relief overtake your body and all the exhaustion made you feel faint.

“Thank you Michael,” you mumbled. He kissed your forehead, laying you back down in the bed and covering you back up.

“Don’t thank me,” he said kissing you again, this time on the cheek. “Just focus on getting better.”

“I will,” you yawned, the medicine taking affect. Michael stayed by your side until you had drifted back off into a deep restful sleep.

You had thought that the feeling of being watched all the time, even at home was just you being paranoid. You had never been a suspicious person but a lot had things had changed in your life. What you didn’t know was that your feelings were right. Ian had it all before you ripped everything from him. He couldn’t let you get away with it, especially when he was going to make your life everything you could ever want. So he followed you, everywhere. He waited for you to leave work, the grocery store he kept his distance but remained close to see what you were getting, and then he followed you home. 

There he spent most of his time as he took note of everything. Ian noticed that you didn’t have much of a social life as he saw that as soon as you got home you rarely left. You also kept all the curtains closed and he rarely got to see even a shadow inside. He didn’t give up, staying there haunting you and stalking you. Then his perseverance paid off as the weekend came along and Sunday he saw someone leaving your home that wasn’t you. A large man went to your car a hat pulled down low and sunglasses. Ian sucked in a breath as he noticed a scar peeking out from under the sunglasses. Michael Myers had once again disappeared without a trace months ago and the cops couldn’t find him anywhere. Your life had suddenly changed and you had become more secretive and drawn from him and your fellow employees. Now he could see, that you had found someone and brought him into your home. And that one man was Michael Myers. The Shape of Haddonfield and Ian knew he wasn’t going to let this chance slip him by as he was going to make you pay. He would take from you exactly what you took from him. He would make you wish that you never had denied him that fateful day.

[rayshippouuchiha]

Okay so, feel free to not answer this one, it's,, kinda heavy, i think? and a bit long. also, sorry about just dropping this here, it's just been weighting on me for at least a couple of years?

So, i'm 21, and like, a big lurker in fandom spaces, and with the ships I ship I sometimes see the "these kind of ships are only okay if you're a csa survivor" stuff, which,, bullshit, but always makes me go "is that,, me? does what happened to me count?" and like, i'm aware that just needing to ask that probably means the answer to that is yes, but I've always shied from thinking about myself that way? The term survivor feels heavy, i guess, like it needs to cross a threshold before the thing counts? Which, logically I know is not how that works, but still

It was just like, this one time I was staying at my great aunt's with my parents for like the 1000th time, I loved going over there, she and her husband had dogs and we'd have breakfast together and hang out doing stuff in the garden. But then this one time when I was like,, 13?? I was pretending to be asleep to read fanfic under the covers after bedtime (I was sleeping in a pullout couch in the living room) and my aunt's husband,, kinda groped me? I don't think he realized I was awake, but I froze and just did my best to pull away quietly and then he stopped and left, and I just,, never mentioned it to anyone in my family because I didn't want anyone to fight?? I've been very nervous about raised voices since I was little

After the fact we just left and anytime my parents mentioned visiting I'd try my best to get out of it, by coming up with like reports or homework I had to do over the weekend, and if I couldn't get out of going I'd just stay put in the room I usually slept in or go out with my parents just to have minimum contact with my uncle, which meant like, hugging him hello and goodbye when we got there and when we left, and sometimes accompanying him to gather wood for the fireplace

Anyways, for unrelated motives my parents and I moved to another entire continent right after I turned 16, and then a while later he got sick and died, and hearing everyone lamenting his death and saying that he was such a good man stung like a bitch, even though I*know* i specifically didn't mention it to anyone in my family to avoid any tension. Sometimes I wish I did say something? But like, we moved away *and* he's dead and nobody's even mentioned him in a long time so I don't really see the point? It's a weird thing, and I don't want my parents to ask why I didn't say anything earlier bc they'd get sad, i think

I do have a couple of people to talk to. My friends have gotten really angry on my behalf a few times now, and I love them. Still, it's a weird thing where I don't really want to think about it but also I know it's a thing that really affected me? Still, the term 'csa survivor' feels like it should go for,, heavier things, worse things

Sorry again for just,, dropping this here, just.. talking about it helps a bit, i think?

Oh darling this is a heavy one indeed.

Look, I'm going to be real with you.

What you feel about this uncle is valid. It doesn't matter that it was only once, it doesn't matter that it was "just a grope", it doesn't matter that it didn't progress, it doesn't matter that you were able to avoid him afterward.

He assaulted you. Point blank. He was an adult family member you should have been able to trust and he touched you in a way he should have never even thought to touch you.

I am so grateful that it never progressed, that you were able to stay away from him as much as possible and that he never touched you like that again but the fact remains that you should have never had to deal with that. The burden, the fear, of that kind of thing should have never been placed on you. He broke a trust with you and in you that could never be replaced and that is and will always be on him.

The title of survivor does feel heavy and I can understand why you wouldn't feel comfortable carrying it. In the end that's your choice and your choice is and should always be what matters most.

I also understand being reluctant to tell your parents, especially since he's dead now. I do have to ask if there were any other children or teenagers he might have also attempted to prey on besides you?

Either way I'm glad you have a support system, I'm glad you have friends you can talk to about it.

[onthenightwatch]

[Via: security_camera_1b.]

[The camera is blank, no one is there. Only the party tables and dark-ish lighting shows up as after a few minutes a small creak is heard and two shadows are seen running under one of the many cameras.]

Hanako: [Whispered.] You do understand the fucking danger you've put us both in?

Melody: [Whispered.] Yeah yeah yeah I know killer robots, but you have to admit this is cool!

H: [Still whispering.] I swear to god if we both die I'm letting them drag you away firs-

[Just then, a mechanical footstep is heard off in the distance. Causing one of the shadows to hop and seemingly cause the person causing the shadow to hit their head and yelp.]

H: [Whispered.] God damnit Melody!

[A far away frustrated shout is heard, and someone calls out down a hallway close by.]

Edgar: [Far off.] WHO THE FUCK JUST BROKE IN.

Mel: Is it breaking in if you grabbed an employee?

H: [Whispered.] YES YOU DORK!

[Non-mechanical footsteps approach from the same hallway, getting steadily closer. Another shadow enters the frame, grabbing one of the others.]

E: [Extremely angry.] Who the fuck– wh–

Mel: HANA I'M SORRY HELP ME THE ANGRY GHOST GRABBED ME I'M SORRY!

E: Uh, hello? Still alive! But not for long if you keep SHOUTING.

H: [Whispered.] Melody be fucking quiet!

E: Okay, you two, follo–

[Edgar is interrupted by another mechanical footstep, his head jerks to the direction it came from, and he reaches out to grab Hana.]

H: Oh shi-

[The trio sprint out of frame, Edgar dragging the other two behind him. The camera switches to security_camera_2b.]

Mel: WHICH ONE IS THAT?

H: I COULDN’T FUCKING TELL!

E: THE BIRD. BUT IT DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER. IN THE OFFICE. NOW.

[Edgar shoves the two into the office, glancing around the hallway before scrambling into the office as well. The camera switches once more, now recording from office_camera. Positioned in the front right corner, facing the back wall.]

H: WHICH DOOR DOES CHICA COME FROM?

E: HELL IF I KNOW! I JUST CLOSE IT WHEN I SEE HER. CAN’T REMEMBER.

H: LEFT OR RIGHT?

E: FUCKING– RIGHT?

[Just then, Hanako slams a button causing the slam of a metal door closing.]

Mel: Why do you guys need those doors?

H: ROBBER. ANGRY CUSTOMER. THESE FUCKS APPARENTLY!

[Edgar turns away from the door to face the other two, his fists clenched tightly.]

E: [Barely contained rage.] What the fuck were you two thinking!?

H: FUCK YOU MEAN US TWO? I TRIED TO STOP MEL! THEIR DUMBASS JUST DIDN'T LISTEN. [Hanako looks at Melody.] Sorry for calling you a dumbass.

E: YOU COULD’VE DIED! I TOLD YOU BOTH NOT TO BREAK IN! DOES NOBODY FUCKING LISTEN?

H: I TOLD YOU I FUCKING TRIED! ALSO TECHNICALLY WE DIDN'T BREAK IN BECAUSE I HAVE A KEY! BUT ALSO I TRIED TO STOP IT! I TRIED TO TELL THEM! IT DIDN'T LISTEN TO ME! ‘It will be fun.’ IT SAID ‘It will be fine.’ THEY SAID!

E: [A long sigh.] I don’t want to hear it. If you’re both here, might as well help me with the fucking animatronics. Open that door, Hana. Can’t waste power.

[Hanako slams the button opening the door back up.]

H: [Mildly annoyed.] Still don't know why you have the fucked up generator.

E: Trust me, if I could keep those doors shut the whole night, I would.

[Melody remains on the floor, messing with their fingers.]

H: So. Are there 3 of these fucks?

E: No. Just 2. That I’ve seen, anyway.

H: Hm… You're thinking what I'm thinking about the animatronics moving right?

E: Yep. I had the horrible awful realization a few days ago. I don’t know why the numbers don’t line up, I’m just trying to survive the night.

[After a few seconds, Melody walks over to the desk and grabs a small tablet. Looking at it.]

Mel: Are these the camera-

H: HEY!

E: Put that down!

[Edgar and Hanako run over to grab the tablet from Melody, as they're all three distracted, the lights in the office flicker and a… Withered golden bear with a black top hat appears in the office, two white dots appear in its… eyes looking at Edgar as a static comes out of its mouth.]

E: I–

H: JESUS FUCK-

Mel: FOUND THE THIRD ONE I THINK-

E: NOT THE FUCKING TIME, MELODY.

[The static gets louder, at the same time Hanako looks at the golden bear and back at Edgar. Before tugging at his left shirt sleeve to get him to seemingly look at the tablet. Edgar’s eyebrows crease inwards, before he looks at the tablet, confused.]

[Moments later, the lights flicker again and the bear is gone. Hanako and Melody both fall to the floor, out of breath.]

[Edgar isn’t so lucky, his eyes roll back into his head, and he topples over, hitting his head on the desk on his way down. He doesn’t get back up.]

[Hanako checks Edgar's pulse, moving her hand back after.]

Mel: Is he…?

H: No. Just knocked out.

Mel: I… I'm sorry.

H: It’s fine. Help me keep the doors closed.

[Recording end.]