#sixth time lets goo

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This was going to happen; it was inevitable the moment that Lena chose this course and began preparing to enact the plan. The timing was the mystery, the where and when. Thinking back on it later, she should have known better. Supergirl liked dramatic entrances, and she liked having Lena to herself when she talked. Surprisingly for someone who flew around in primary colors and smiled cheerfully for the cameras, she knew how to be discreet.

There was a double thud as the stacked heels of Supergirl’s boots touched down on the balcony behind her. Lena didn’t look up from her work. Not for the first time, she wondered if Supergirl used her super-senses to read other people. Lena’s heart sped up when she heard the landing and her breath caught, but she remained calm and smooth when she spoke.

“You may as well come in. We’re on the ninety-sixth floor. I don’t bother locking it.”

The glass door slid quietly on oiled plastic runners, and a gust of chilly night air rolled over Lena’s shoulders, causing her ponytail to slide from its place and dangle down her back. She’d changed earlier out of her power suit and exchanged her tight high ponytail for a loose, comfortable one. She was planning an an all-nighter.

“You should lock the door. There are dangerous people out there. Among other things.”

“If any of them have it in for me, they’re not going to be slowed down much by the balcony door, Supergirl.”

There was a soft sigh behind her. “We need to talk.”

Lena smirked. “Why is that? Are you worried my new car saving machine will pull all the cats out of the trees and out you out of work? I’m still working out all the kinks.”

“Miss Luthor…”

“Speaking of kinks, maybe you could help me out. I’ve got a terrible crick in my neck and could use a super-neck rub.”

“Miss Luthor,”

“Or if you’re not busy, you could run and grab us some takeout. I’m thinking Thai, how about you?”

“Lena!”

Sighing, she turned around, tearing her attention from her work. Supergirl had her arms folded, displaying those impressive muscles of hers, and was looking at Lena with an expression of stern concern, something soft and a little worried in her eyes.

“What’s the occasion, then? Let me guess, someone wants to assassinate me.”

Supergirl sighed and let her arms fall. “You need to take this seriously. Right now, I’m the only friend you’ve got.”

“And why is that?”

Supergirl edged closer, her cape swirling slightly behind her. She put a hand on Lena’s desk and leaned over her.

“Because you’re been buying up every ounce of Kryptonite you can find.”

Her pulse began to race and she fought the urge to sink back from the piercing blue eyes that stared into hers.

“That’s not possible. Your cousin destroyed it all.”

“Not all of it,” said Supergirl. “The DEO keeps some, and there’s some floating around on the black market, usually mistaken for something else.”

“What makes you think that I didn’t just stumble across some? I inherited an extensive collection of art and sculpture, Supergirl, and I’m always adding to it. Ask Kara Danvers. I’m going to display the bulk of the family collection in a new wing at the city museum.”

“Because the DEO identified and tracked dozens of pieces, including the ones you bought,” Supergirl said, quietly. “It’s a way for us to identify threats and see who’s trafficking in it. You moved them through shell companies and had them smuggled through customs. You’re hiding something.”

Lena pushed to her feet, indignant, leaning into the do confrontation. She stabbed a manicured nail into the center of Supergirl’s chest, right into her big S.

“So now you come storming into my office making accusations?”

Supergirl planted her fists on her hips and stood over Lena, glaring down at her.

“I’m on your side. I’m the only one keeping the DEO from arresting you. I want to believe that there’s a benign reason for this, Lena. But you have to give me one. People think you’re a threat.”

Lena stared back at her, studying her features, her expression.

“It won’t do any good to tell you. Your superiors won’t believe me. They’ve been trying to entrap me ever since I took over the company.”

“They’re not my superiors,” Kara snapped. “I work with them. They have resources and support I need.”

Lena crossed her arms and cocked her head. “They also have Kryptonite. You just admitted that.”

“Lena,” Supergirl snapped.

Quickly, she grabbed a random page from her notes and scribbled, are they listening?

Supergirl looked at it briefly, then at Lena, weighing her options.

Then she nodded.

Lena scrawled on the sheet.

I’m making a cure.

Supergirl started, flinching as she read the note. She blinked almost comically.

Can we talk without anyone listening in? Lena wrote.

Supergirl nodded, taking the paper. She slipped the pen out of Lena’s grasp and scrawled, give me five minutes.

“Fine,” said Lena. “Tell your people they can call a judge. I’m sure they’ll have all the proper papers and warrants and court orders and it will all be nice and legal.”

“I don’t want it to be this way,” said Supergirl. “I want to work together with you. I believe in you, Lena.”

“You have a hell of a way of showing it.”

Supergirl huffed, turned, and headed for the balcony, taking off with such force that Lena stumbled back a few steps.

Lena waited, finally moving towards the door to close it, when a folded paper airplane sailed through the opening and came to rest on her desk. She closed the balcony door and grabbed the paper, quickly unfolding it.

They can track my suit. Meet me at the Big Belly on 49th. Leave your phone. Walk. Don’t worry about your safety, I’ll be watching. I’ll be in civilian clothes.

Lena crumpled the note in her pocket. The place Suoergirl meant was a half an hour walk, and Lena was more than a little nervous about walking it at night. So, she grabbed her .357 from her desk drawer and stuffed it in the kangaroo pocket of her hoodie, and took her private elevator to the ground floor.

When she walked up on the Big Belly, it was of course closed, dark inside with the chairs up on the tables. Lena tensed when she saw a figure approaching in the dark, much like she was, in joggers and a hoodie.

She relaxed when she saw Kara Danvers hiding in that hood. When they crossed paths, Lena stopped and began walking beside her.

“Supergirl said she would meet me herself,” said Lena. “I’m kind of surprised she sent you, Kara.”

“Keep your voice down,” Kara said, softly. “Follow me.”

Kara led her on a trek through downtown, making Lena rather nervous. This part of the city emptied out after hours and it was close to three in the morning, and they were walking alone on empty streets, finally turning off down an alley between two seemingly random buildings.

There, Kara stopped, and sighed.

“Can you really do it? Can you cure Kryptonite poisoning?”

“Yes,” Lena said, excited. “I think I can. I’m very close. I needed the samples I procured so that I could perfect the process.”

Kara’s shoulders hitched a little. She faced away from Lena, and took a step towards the brick wall in front of her.

“They have a device that your brother created. It can disperse Kryptonite through the entire atmosphere in a few minutes.”

“I’m familiar with it.”

“It’s how they control me. I don’t know where they keep it, only that they have it. If I step out of line, they’ll poison the atmosphere and kill me.”

“Kill you? Kara what are you talking about? You’re not…”

“I told you I’d meet you in civilian clothes. When I wrote the note in your office.”

Lena stumbled back a step, trying to process what she just heard. Kara was talking as if…

She turned around, facing Lena, and stood to her full height, removing her glasses without sweeping back her hood, and met Lena’s gaze.

“But… you’re…”

“Hush,” Kara said, softly. “I’ll explain everything. Right now we need to move and move fast, before they figure out what I’m up to. How fast can you finish your cure?”

“I need a few days and some things from my lab.”

Kara brought her wrist up and spoke into a hidden radio. “Alex, get ready to move. We’ll need to get to Lena’s lab before the DEO does.”

Lena blinked a few times. What the hell was going on?

“I need to get you someplace safe, then I’ll get you up to speed,” said Kara. “Will you come with me?”

Lena’s heart pounded in her chest. “Where?”

“Safety. I promise, I’ll keep you safe. You’re too dangerous to the DEO, Lena. They’re going to move on you, and I had to beg to give you a chance. Tomorrow someone is going to come make you an offer you can’t refuse, and I’m not going to let that happen.”

Lena nodded.

“Alright then. I’m with you. Let’s go.”

Kara nodded.

“Good. Lena Luthor, welcome to the Justice League.”

I had a weird urge to play with the idea of a world where the DEO are a black ops unit that controls Supergirl with the threat of Kryptonite and Lena helps her take them down and save the world. Of course Kara has to be all dramatic about naming the resistance movement.

[mad-raptorzzz]

[Image Description: The SixFanarts challenge. The first is Whiteout from WOF, a Night/IceWing hybrid who is a dark grey-blue with a lighter belly. She has ice blue freckles throughout and caribous like horns. The second panel is Cera the triceratops from The Land Before Time. She is a peach color and is making a snarky face. The third panel is the villain The Nowhere King from Centaurworld. The design is a deer skull with glowing neon green eyes sitting in a bunch of dark goo. The fourth panel shows Randall from Monsters Inc. He is clinging to the box and grimacing in disgust. The fifth panel has Kion from the Lion Guard. He has yellow fur and a red mullet-esque mane. His left eye is scared and pale blue, indicating vision loss. The sixth and final panel contains Frostpaw from Warrior cats. She is a pale grey cat with a tipped left ear and human-made scar across her neck. Her eyes are widened in horror./End]

Wooooof, I finally finished this. Thanks to @bi-pan-whiteout for suggesting Whiteout!! I just chose the other 5. It was fun to draw non-dragons for a hot second. But man oh man do I need to practice lion king characters and cats

Whiteout: I tried a more traditional coloring scheme for her. I think I might still like piebald Whiteout. But I have like 15 designs for her in my brain at all times. She's just got so much potential!! Love her obviously.

Cera: Land Before Time is a big nostalgia trip for me. I gave Cera actual triceratops horns because it always bothered me she didn't have the eye horns. She also should have scars on her because my girl is ready to throw hands at all times.

The Nowhere King: Oh man Centaurworld was an absolute blast start to finish. This guy was my personal favorite part. His story is tragic, but they let him continue being evil. Such a wicked design too. Goop with a skull.

Randall: Randall is one of my favorite Disney/Pixar villains. Right up there with Scar and Ursulla and Hades. I just like that he's a conniving little guy. And his colors and design are just perfect.

Kion: So I know some Lion King fans really don't like the Lion Guard show. I don't mind it. The Lion King is my second favorite movie of all time, and Simba's Pride is my favorite direct to video Disney sequel. I enjoyed the show, even though I was waaaay older than the target audience. Especially the third season when they aged things up a bit. I imagine that Kion lost vision in his left eye after the injury. I also love his stupid little hairstyle and I doubled down.

Frostpaw: The horrors persist but so does she! She is one of my favorite characters in WC from the recent books. Such a cute little anxious lass. Trying her best. Interested to see how things go in Star.

[msmk11]

Sixth Love Language

Fred Weasley x reader

WC: 1.1k

CW: Like one mention of food; fluff; playing pranks!!

Summary: You want to get your boyfriend back after he 'accidentally' pulled a prank on you

Day 7 of mk's mad dash

It is safe to say that you are bursting at the seam with excitement. 

You’ve been dating Fred for almost a year now, and have been friends even longer, so you’ve witnessed your fair share of the twin’s masterful pranks. Being one of his closest confidantes too, you’ve been privy to all of the work and planning that goes into his secret schemes. Though sometimes Fred’s pranks are silly, and even a little mean, they never fail to make you laugh. You look forward to every single one, and are always happy to listen to his tangents about them too. And though you’re a fond admirer of his work, and he’s even offered you the chance to join in on one of his pranks, you’re not sure you have the knack for planning and executing one. 

You’d also never been on the receiving end of one of Fred’s pranks. That was, at least, until about two weeks ago. He swears that it wasn’t intentional, but somehow you’d ended up covered in a sticky goo that was dumped on your head on the way to class. The worst part? It was jinxed with a sticking charm that couldn’t be reversed until the end of the day. Though you were livid, you didn’t let on to your boyfriend. Instead of just giving him a stern talking-to or ignoring him for a few days, you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. 

The past week, you’d been poring over countless books trying to find the perfect spell or potion to prank Fred with. After hours upon hours of searching, you found it hidden in Witches Weekly, oddly enough. It was a hair transformation spell. But instead of just changing Fred’s hair once, you’ve altered the charm so that his hair will change to a different cut and color every five minutes. It may not be as clever as your boyfriend’s pranks, but he is vain enough about his red hair that you know it’ll do the job. 

You quite literally do the spell behind his back, casting it on him when he is climbing out the portrait hole in front of you on your way down to breakfast. It’ll take five minutes for his hair to change the first time, and you can barely contain your eagerness as you walk hand-in-hand with Fred to the Great Hall. 

You’ve just gotten seated at his side at the Gryffindor table when it changes for the first time. You watch gleefully as his shorter red hair is replaced with long, wavy pink hair. The change starts subtly, but it doesn’t take long before people start to notice. You keep your head buried in the Daily Prophet as George exclaims, “Oi, Fred! Like the new look you’re going for.”

Fred looks at his twin, confused, “What do you mean?” 

Lee looks up from his cereal and busts out laughing, nearly spraying milk all over the table, “Very princess popstar of you, Freddy.”

Your boyfriend looks at you, bewildered, “Babe, what are they talking about?”

You maintain a straight face as you cooly reply, “Your hair’s gone all long and pink, baby.”

“What?!” he nearly shrieks, catching the attention of pretty much everyone else in the hall. 

The students erupt into laughter as Fred frantically begs you for your compact mirror.

When he’s met with his own appearance, his face twists into horror, “Bloody hell? What is this?! Who did this?”

It’s quite the challenge, trying to maintain a concerned demeanor, “Maybe a Slytherin? Might be payback for that prank you pulled on them last week?”

“But why’s George’s hair normal then? He helped with the prank too!”

“Too handsome for them to ruin this, I reckon,” George adds, motioning to his face confidently. 

“This is a personal attack I-”

But before Fred can finish his sentence, his hair begins to change again, this time into a bright yellow bob. 

You can’t help the tiny chuckle that you let out this time, and Fred whips around to look at you, “What? What is it?”

“Mate, it’s changed again,” Lee chokes out breathlessly.

Fred looks back in your mirror and gapes, horrified, “They’ve done it again! How? I- this needs to bloody stop.”

Suddenly, Fred’s younger brother, Ron, approaches, “Wow, Fred. Like the new look. Though I’m not sure yellow’s your color.”

He bursts into laughter, along with Harry and Hermione who are with him.

“Shut up, you git,” Fred replies, reaching out to slap his arm. 

Ron dodges the hit and busts into laughter again. Even Hermione, the most serious fourteen year old you’ve ever met, can barely keep it together.

Your boyfriend looks at her, “Oi Granger. You’re smart! Quit laughing and help me, would you?”

She shrugs innocently, “Sorry, don’t know a counterspell for that one. You might be stuck like this forever.”

“Baby,” Fred protests, “turning to you with real fear in his eyes. Can you fix this, please?”

When his hair begins to morph again, this time into a green, spiky mohawk, you absolutely lose it. You laugh right in your distraught boyfriend’s face and lean down, burying your head in your arms. 

Never afraid to shy away from attention, and with all eyes already on him, Fred stands up and shouts, “Whoever is doing this, you need to stop it right now!”

People only start laughing harder, and that’s when you finally decide to give up the bit. Though your whole body is still shaking with silent laughter, and a few tears are streaming down your face, you tug on his wrist, “Freddy, baby. Calm down. It was me, okay? I’m the one who put the spell on you.”

Fred freezes in place, and you swear you’ve never seen him this still in your entire time knowing him.

“Baby?” You prod, tugging on his wrist again.

“You did this?” he asks quietly.

You’re starting to become a little worried that Fred is actually upset with you for the prank.

“Y-yeah. Just wanted to get you back for the goo two weeks ago,” you admit shyly. 

You brace yourself, preparing for a lecture about how his prank was just an accident, and how you’d just embarrassed him. 

You couldn’t be happier to be wrong. Fred sweeps you up into his arms, pulling you out of your sweet with a loud laugh, “Babe?! You did this all just to get back at me? You pranked me?!”

You nod at your boyfriend sheepishly.

Fred smacks a big, wet kiss on your lips and you try not to be shy about the fact that it’s in front of everyone, “That’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me!”

“Uhm, you’re welcome, then?” You answer with a giggle.

Then Fred shouts to everyone, “I have the best partner ever!”

[thefiery-phoenix]

more Gun Park contents, please? him waking his girl in the morning perhaps? <3

I apologize in advance if this sucked 😔

In the past if someone would have told him he'd have fallen in love with someone he would have laughed at them at their face. And yet, here he was, lying next to you on both of your shared bed since he absolutely refuses to let you sleep alone since you belong in his arms, your rightful place

After a long day of dealing with insufferable brats and giving half the people their own sob backstories and extorting money from the gangs around the area, he wants to come back to you and hold you in his arms. Every night he holds you in his strong muscular arms as he pulls you close to him, teasing you as usual about how small you are compared to him. You both will talk about your day till you end up falling asleep. He'll caress your cheek softly and lovingly, for a man whose life was filled with violence and his hands filled with scars, he finds momentary solace and peace when he has you close to him. You're his heaven

He gently kisses your lips and drifts off to sleep. He wakes up before you and as his eyes open, he turns towards you to ensure you're still by his side and haven't made any silly escape attempts like the last time when you tried to escape him when he was asleep. He might be asleep but he has a sixth sense that can detect whenever you're planning to escape or do anything silly. He'll stare you while you're still asleep like a creep and he'll have no qualms about it. Is it so wrong to admire the features of the person that belongs to him

He'll smirk slightly to himself as he looks at your sleeping figure, pleased you haven't acted up and tried to escape from him as he'll gently push away the strands of your hair covering your face and he'll trace his thumb ever so gently along your bottom lip, trying to bask in the moment of solace and peace with you after ignoring the hundreds of missed calls from Goo

He'll bring you closer to him and if you fuss around in your sleep, he'll shush you and kiss your lips as he holds you close to him and smokes a cigarette. If you want to wake up, he'll gently prod you awake and if you're being fussy about it, his lips will curve into an amused smirk as he kisses your neck just to get a kick out of seeing your flustered and bashful expression. "Morning princess..." he'll whisper in his husky deep voice as he kisses your neck again. How glad he is to have taken you for himself...

[moonlightpetalz6]

Mark Me

Character: Toji Fushiguro x Tattoo Artist Reader

Reader: Female Reader

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, drug use, high sex, smut, violence, unprotected sex, blood, harsh language, pet names, Praise kink, Dacryphilia, Exhibitionism kink, Daddy kink, degradation, marking kink, Age gap (Reader is in 20s, Toji is 30), brat kink

Wc: 7,293

A/N: All I have to say is I worked hard on this, and I hope you enjoy it! Please be nice I rewrote this like 5 times lmao.

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Ding! 

The sound of the front door opening, indicating that a customer walked in, filled your ears, along with the quiet buzzing of the tattoo gun in your hand. "Oh! Welcome, do you have an appointment?" You hear your person at the front desk cheer, followed by muffled voices. Your eyes, which were once solely focused on the piece of art you had been skillfully engraving into the tender flesh of your current client, drift over to the small watch that rests on your wrist. "How's it looking baby?" Your client questions his eyes, looking back at you with a slight smirk, causing you to groan in disgust. This particular client of yours had been flirting with you since the day he walked into the shop, which at first didn't bother you as you were used to those occasional clients; however, this one was super persistent about it, always giving you a hard time with his tattoo design making you change things that he was once okay with into something else the next visit so that he could keep seeing you. 

"It looks fine, however, we're gonna have to cut this session short as it's almost closing time and I have one more client for the night." The man lets out a small grunt, not finding a problem with your words as it just meant he could see you again, much to your dismay. "You got it boss!" He laughed while tossing his shirt back on, following behind your smaller form as you walked towards the front of the store. "Ya know I always found all those piercings and tattoos of yours to be." The man started his usual flirting with you, always leading with the art that covered your body. This time, you tuned him out, your eyes traveling to the two figures seated in the waiting room area, one of them being very familiar. "Ichigo set this guy up with his next session for me will ya?" You mumbled while snatching the last clipboard from the desk, your eyes scanning your next client's information. "Of course, boss right away!" Ichigo cheered brightly while quickly booking the man's next appointment. You didn't get many clients at your shop, at least not many rich ones, as you had built your place in a dangerous area where lots of criminals claimed to call their homes. 

It didn't bother you, of course, as you were already seen as a problem by many people due to your appearance, so you thought, why not make a profit when people will happily give you their money for the dumbest shit sometimes. "By the way, I see Mr. Playboy is back," Ichigo whispered into your ear, a playful smirk tugging on her lips as she went and pointed to what kind of tattoo the client wanted. You hummed, feeling your eye twitch as you read that same name. You found yourself tattooing on what seems to be hundreds of different women every few weeks. Toji. "This has to be his, what? Sixth girl this month?" Ichigo Scoffed before bidding your client goodbye as he shot you a slight wink, causing you to throw up in your mouth. "It's his seventh, actually." You sighed before pushing yourself off the counter as you called the two figures over. 

In front of you stood the familiar face of one Toji Fushiguro. Next to him was a girl not much older than you who desperately clung to the man's bicep, pressing her exposed cleavage against his bare muscle. "Okay, so who's getting the tattoo?" You questioned as if the answer wasn't as clear as day in your mind. You watch as the girl lazily raises her hand with a slight giggle as she makes goo-goo eyes up at Toji, who stares at you unimpressed with how long it had taken for you to see them. "That would be me~ I want it as a tramp stamp~" She sang, eying the tall male to see if he would give her the reaction she wanted. Toji grunts a lazy smirk, tugging at his lips as he tilts his head down at you, an all-knowing look in his eyes at what you must be thinking right now. "And this must be the lucky guy, huh?" You heard Ichigo laugh from behind the counter, earning her a slight glare from you. 

"Mhm! Isn't he so handsome?" She asked, squeezing him closer. You watch as Toji goes and wraps his arm around her waist, giving it a slight squeeze. "Think you can give her what she wants? Especially since you kept us for a bit?" Toji asked, giving you a smug look, knowing you hated doing these tattoos even more each time he brought in a new girl. "Follow me." You muttered, tossing the clipboard to the side. The two of them follow you towards the back, where you have all your equipment set up. "Let me just clean up really quick. My last client ran late, so it took a bit." The girl nodded in understanding; meanwhile, Toji just scoffed, scratching his head as he leaned on one leg. "You mean that scumbag was your client? Damn, how low have your standards become, Y/n?" He mocked while watching you sanitize your equipment and replace the ink. 

"Oh, shut it. He gives me money, so who am I to complain?" You muttered before glancing between Toji and the girl. "You should know what I mean after all." You added, causing the girl to frown, her eyes narrowing in annoyance. "Toji!" She cried, wanting the man to say something. Toji stayed silent, knowing your words were true as he did many things for many people, the girl next to him being one of his more frequent clients who paid him pretty well to go on dates and have sex. You just shrugged, taking Toji's silence as not wanting to get involved as you went and put your gloves on while carefully getting the stencil out. "Whatever, just lay down for me, cutie." You mumbled, a slight smirk forming on your lips at the girl's shocked expression, along with the tinge of pink that lightly coated her cheeks. 

Once she laid where you needed, you carefully took care of the area of skin she wanted the tattoo on as you set the stencil down. Toji hovered behind you, watching the placement, nodding in approval. "Looks good, baby~" He sang lazily, smirking, earning a giggle from the girl. You scoffed as you put your mask over your mouth and nose before turning the gun on. "Yeah, let's see how long it's gonna take." You muttered before getting to work. The sound of your tattoo gun and the girl's whines and cries fill the room as you carefully paint her lower back with the letters of Toji's name. 'Honestly, I'll never understand why so many girls get this.' You carefully wipe away some excess ink while glancing over at Toji, who stood leaning against one of your walls, eyes closed, probably thinking of other things he could be doing right now. 

'Especially when they know they're not the only girls in his life.' The girl suddenly jolts, causing you to pull away as you glance at her trembling form. You let out a small sigh, turning the gun off as you go and remove your gloves. The sudden disappearance of the buzzing causes Toji to open his eyes as he looks at you, a brow raised in curiosity. "Ya done already?" His tone sounded impressed with how your speed with these things has increased. You shake your head as you go and pull your mask down with a finger pointing to the girl who is lying on the table, still shaking. "I'm going to give her a break for about fifteen minutes, maybe twenty if she still needs time." You sighed before standing up to exit the room. 

"Ichigo, I'll be outside for a bit." You muttered to the girl, who responded with a pitched kay as you opened the front door to step outside. The nighttime breeze smacks you in the face, causing a relaxed moan to slip past your lips as you lean against your shop wall, reaching into your pocket to pull out a joint. You never smoked during your shifts or when you had clients; however, you had gotten so good at tattooing Toji's name on these girls that it didn't even matter if you were sober. You place the joint in your mouth before patting your pockets for your lighter. The bell to your shop rings, causing you to glance to see Toji standing in the doorway, lips curled up in a cocky smirk. 

"Oh? Is smoking while on the job allowed?" He teases, watching as you roll your eyes before returning to looking for your lighter. "Tch, I would be heading home right now smoking it anyways if it wasn't for you always bringing your girls to my damn shop last minute almost every fucking night." You growled, getting frustrated that you couldn't find the small device. Toji just scoffed, standing next to you as he leaned against the wall, pulling his lighter out and aiming it towards you. You hummed, nodding as you pressed the joint's tip to the flame, watching it light. "Thanks." You muttered, leaning against the wall. This wasn't the first time you and Toji had been in this position, as this happened with almost all the girls he brought over, one of them needing some break from the pain. Toji was the first to start conversing with you about who did your tattoos. He was impressed When you told him it was you or some friends of yours. Since then, the two of you found yourselves outside your shop, often talking about life and random things whenever you waited for the girls to feel better. 

You let out a puff of smoke, watching it disappear into the night sky. "How's she doing?" You asked, glancing at your watch to see how much time she still had for her break. "She'll be fine. Just give her the full twenty minutes." He muttered before going and plucking the joint from your lips, causing you to growl as you glared up at him. He just smirked, giving you a wink before hitting the joint himself. The two of you went back to saying nothing, a comfortable silence falling between the two of you as you passed the joint back and forth. You sneak a glance at Toji, taking in his well-built form, watching as the muscles in his neck slightly tense as he inhaled, how his bicep flexed every time he brought the joint to his lips. 

Yes, you found his muscular body attractive, and yes, you found Toji to be your idle type, but that wasn't what caused you to grow an interest in the man. What grabbed your heart were those piercing green eyes that held a mysterious dark hue over them as if hiding his true feelings. You don't know when you started feeling this attraction towards the man, but you knew that you would never give in or act on your lustful desires as you knew nothing would come of it. "Come on, don't take all of it, you jackass." You growled and jumped up to snatch the joint, which Toji had practically smoked all of. Toji chuckles as he leans his arm on your head, causing a vein to pop as your eye twitches in annoyance. "Oh, come on, Y/n baby~ You know I'll pay ya back." He cooed before snatching a strand of your hair between two of his calloused fingers. You ignored him, not minding that he was playing with your hair as you finished the joint before glancing at your watch. 

"Come on, lover boy." You tap Toji's chest with the palm of your hand as you walk by him to open your shop door. "Let's finish marking your latest victim." Toji just grinned at your words as he obediently followed behind you with a slight chuckle. "What? You want one too?" He joked, his eyes trailing down the back of your form, resting on your ass unbeknownst to you. You scoff, waving him off as you continue to make your way back to the girl. "As if! Keep dreaming, Toji!" You scoffed. 

Oh, he will.

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You stood outside your shop, a joint in your hand, as you quietly watched the night sky. It's been weeks since Toji has stopped by with another girl, making you wonder if he's finally found someone or if he's marked every single client he has. "Hey, baby~" A familiar voice calls, causing your eyes to drift over to the sound. To your dismay, it's that client you had finally finished giving the tattoo to who had been nonstop flirting with you. You internally cringe but keep your professional, laidback persona as you provide a superficial nod toward him with a half-assed smile on your lips. "Oh hey, it's you. What's up? Is there something wrong with the tattoo?" You asked, tilting your head at the man curiously. The man shakes his head with a cocky smirk as he leans his arm against the wall. His head rested in his palm as he looked down at you with a predatory gaze. 

"Oh, the tattoo is bitching, baby~ thanks again for such a good job on my body~" He cooed his body language, signaling that he was feeling pretty bold and wouldn't be taking any rejection today. You stared at him momentarily before letting out a small sigh as you carefully took the joint from your lips. 'What should I do? I sent Ichigo home cause we didn't have any more clients tonight, so no one is around to help me get out of this one.' You think a vein is popping on your temple. The man notices this and smirks, letting out a small whistle as he reaches his hand towards your face. "I noticed you've looked stressed and annoyed lately, baby~" You go to move away from his touch, which causes him to get annoyed as he suddenly grabs your chin, forcefully lifting your face to his. "Hey, now don't go being a bitch just cause you look like some trash whore always showing off so much skin. Be honest, you don't do it to show off those shit tattoos; you do it because you want men to see how easily fuckable you are." His voice was harsh, his ego probably not liking how you had tried to reject him. 

"Why don't you come home with me tonight and show me all those shit tattoos, baby~ I can paint them so pretty with my-!" The man's words abruptly cut off as you watched a fist collide with the side of his head, causing a giant dent in your shop's wall. "Toji!" A girl's voice cried out in horror. You slowly followed where the fist came from, your surprised eyes meeting Toji's enraged ones as he went and grabbed the man by the front of his shirt, lifting him off the ground. "Who's tattoos are you calling shit, big guy?" He growled, face inches from the man's now bloody one. "Or better yet…" You watched as Toji's jaw shook from how tight he was clenching, its veins popping out from his neck and face as he bared his teeth at the now-crying man. 

"Who the hell do you think you're touching and calling baby you motherfucker?" Your body shivered at how bloodthirsty Toji's tone was not expecting to see such a sight from the usually calm and laid-back man. "H-hey, man! I was trying to get laid! I didn't know the whore was yours!" That did it. Whatever self-control Toji had was instantly gone as he went and smashed the guy's face in blood, splattering all over himself and you in the crossfire. The girl Toji had come with stood there horrified as she trembled, not knowing what to do. You quickly snapped out of shock as you grabbed Toji's arm. "Hey! Toji, that's enough! What's gotten into you?!" You yelled, trying to pull the bigger man away from the unconscious body. 

Toji's eyes shot at you, causing you to freeze as you felt your heart skip a beat at the feral look in his eyes as if he was a wild animal being torn away from his prey. When Toji realized it was you, he instantly calmed down, allowing you to feel the muscles in his arm relax as he went and dropped the guy to the ground. "Fuck." He hissed, running a hand through his messy hair as he looked from the guy to you to the girl he came with. "Give me that." He growled, snatching the joint you had forgotten all about. You watched him take a resounding hit off it before walking over to the girl. He appeared to be comforting her as he went and called her a cab. In the meantime, you dragged the unconscious guy into the alley next door, making sure he still had a pulse before heading back. When you got to the shop, you saw only Toji leaning up against the wall, a hand ruffling his hair as he let out a deep sigh, the joint hanging from his lips. 

"Toji." You called, getting the man's attention. You smiled as you carefully took the joint back, putting it between your lips. "I believe you still haven't paid me back for the last time I shared one with you." You joked, trying to ease the tense atmosphere. Toji looked down at you for a moment, a frown still on his face, before you saw the scar curl up as his facial features softened. "Is that any way to say thank you brat?" He scoffed. You hummed, scratching the back of your neck as you eyed the blood-stained sidewalk and the dent in your building. "Fix my wall and clean that blood. I'll call it even." Toji let out a gruff laugh, finding your response to the situation amusing. "So did you send her home?" You asked, addressing the fact the girl was no longer around. 

"Yeah, I apologized to her and said the next date was free." He sighed, annoyed that he had to waste his time for free on such an annoying girl. "How nice of you." You joked before stomping out the butt of the joint. Your eyes scanned Toji's hand, noticing the mix of his and the man's blood dripping onto the cold cement. With a sigh, you carefully take his hand, causing him to give you a confused look. "Come on, I'll clean you up." The two of you walk into the quiet shop as you go and sit Toji on one of the couches in the waiting room. He leans against the couch, spreading his legs as his arms rest on the back. "Where's your nosey assistant?" He muttered, taking note of the dramatic girl's absence. "I didn't have any more clients tonight, so I sent her home. Of course, I see you were planning on stopping by without even an appointment." You scolded while going through the first aid kit. 

"Hey, if it wasn't for me not making an appointment, who knows what that guy could've done to your dumbass." He scoffed before cursing as you went and pressed the rubbing alcohol against his cut knuckles without warning. "That's what you get. As for what happened, I could have handled it." Toji just scoffed, looking away from you with an annoyed look. Neither of you said anything as you silently treated his wounds before feeling yourself starting to get high. "Ah shit it's kicking in already." You muttered as you finished treating his hand. "They're all better. Next time don't waste your time getting hurt on a girl who does tattoos for your clients and you occasionally smoke with." You scold, standing from the couch. Toji was still looking away, causing you to sigh as you went to put the first aid kit back. 

You looked in one of the mirrors to see blood on your face. You stare at it for a moment, the look in Toji's eyes filling your mind as you bite your lip, feeling your thighs rub against each other as the effects of the weed and the memory of the fight cause your body to start heating up. 'Fuck I should head home.' You mentally cursed as you walked out of the room. 

Toji sat on the couch, his blood still boiling as he remembered walking the familiar route to your small shop. Yeah, it was small and out of his way, but he always found himself at your shop for some reason. Maybe it was because there weren't many people that stopped by when he showed up, or perhaps he was starting to find your assistant Ichigo entertaining as she would sometimes trap him in the waiting room to talk about some random shit he never cared for. Or maybe he came to the shop so much because of-! Toji's thoughts stopped when he and the girl turned the corner, his eyes landing on your familiar form, trapped by an unfamiliar, much bigger one.

 "Hey now don't go being a bitch just cause you look like some trash whore always showing off so much skin. Be honest, you don't do it to show off those shit tattoos, you do it because you want men to see how easily fuckable you are."

Toji instantly felt his body seethe with rage as he listened to the guy's words, his gaze finally falling on how the man squeezed your pretty face between his disgusting hand. Before he knew it, his body was moving alone as he angrily stormed towards the two figures. 'Who the fuck does this fucker think he is touching what's mine.' He thinks, remembering all the times he would mess with your hair or brush up against your body, pretending that it had been an accident or that he wasn't paying much attention. Toji loved it when he would poke your cheeks, feeling the squishy skin against his rough finger and how your eye would twitch each time, finding it adorable. As Toji reached the two of you, he heard the man's following words ring through his ears like a siren. 

"Why don't you come home with me tonight and show me all those shit tattoos, baby~ I can paint them so pretty with my-!" All Toji could see was red as his fist collided with the man's face. He watched as the man slid to the ground, face bleeding from Toji's fist breaking the skin. Without hesitation, Toji picked the guy up, feeling so enraged that he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. "Who the hell do you think you're touching and calling baby you motherfucker?" The words left his lips, but in his mind, there were so many things he never got to say, especially when the man went and called you a whore. Toji didn't know how many times his fist collided with the guy's face; the only thing he could hear was the loud ringing in his ears as he clenched his teeth, eyes feeling like he was about to break every blood vessel they had. 

Toji thinks back to one of the times the two of you sat outside. He had asked you about all your tattoos, questioning who did them. When you answered that it was mostly work you did, he remembers being impressed at how well the artwork came out and how proud you looked when you recalled all the time and effort you put into each one. "It's something I love to do…and I want to keep adding more and more art to my body because it's something I really love!" You cheered with the brightest smile Toji had ever seen across your face, a happy blush tinting your skin as your eyes sparkled with pure joy. Toji remembers feeling his chest flutter at the sight. 'How fucking dare this scumbag say they're shit!' Toji's blood boils as he feels his chest tighten in anger. 

 'Don't fucking touch her! She's mine…Mine. Mine. Mine!' The thoughts ran wild in Toji's head. A sudden grip on his arm causes Toji to shoot his eyes to the side, ready to kill whoever got in his way. "Hey! Toji, that's enough! What's gotten into you?!" Until it was your face that slowly cleared the red that had drenched his vision. You stood there with your small arms wrapped around his giant one, eyes filled with worry. Toji felt his entire body relax as he took in your expression, noting the tiniest glint of tears that lined your eyes, which he always wanted to see crying under him. 'Who are you making that face for, Y/n? Are you worried about this fucking scumbag? Or that useless bitch crying in the back?' After that, Toji only thought of you, not processing anything else that happened. 

'Will you worry for me? Will you cry for me again? I only want you to think of me.' 

Toji sat on the couch staring at the ceiling as he felt himself getting high from the joint, his body relaxing, allowing a small moan to leave his lips as he continued to picture your worried, tearful expression, wanting to see it again as he started to imagine you under his body eyes leaking tears as you reached your arms up for him while crying his name like you did earlier to get him off the guy. "Fuck." Toji curses, feeling himself start to get hard as he crosses his legs when he hears your footsteps approaching. "I got some of that guy's blood on my face." You grumbled as you went to the front door, carefully turning the open sign off. 

Toji watched as you tried to wipe the scumbag's dried blood off your cheek. As you stood there, blood staining your skin, Toji couldn't help himself as he bit his lip, letting out a low growl before standing up. Unknowingly to you, you continued to try and get the blood off your cheek while staring at your reflection from the door. "Hey, Toji, I'm about to head home. Are you going to be!" Your words stop as you feel rough hands gently grab your hips, pulling them back as your ass feels something poke and slide against it. You stand there stiff as a giant blush slowly makes its way to your cheeks as you slowly look up at the door's reflection. Toji stands there, his eyes narrowed, a slight frown on his face as he goes and lightly grinds against your ass, his thumbs rubbing circles on your hips. "T-Toji?!" You cried, shocked and embarrassed, as anyone who walked by the shop would be able to see the inappropriate scene unfolding. "Let me see it." Toji mumbled, his voice an octave lower, causing a shiver to run through you as you nervously looked back at him. "C-come again?" You asked, watching as Toji scowled, his brows knitting as he went and grabbed your face, turning your cheek towards him. "Fuck that scumbag's pathetic blood did get on you." He growled, his fingers twitching. 

You whined, feeling your upper body press against the cold glass as you placed your palms against it for support. Toji's hand that still held your hip tightened as he released your face, causing you to look away embarrassed as you felt the familiar warmth between your legs quickly forming from the constant grinding. "Y/n look at me." Toji commanded as he licked his thumb, ensuring it was coated in his saliva. You do as told, slightly turning your cheek towards him. You cringe when he presses the wet digit against your heated flesh, making sure to rub all that scumbag blood away. "Y/n, from now on, I want you to keep this in mind." He growled before roughly shooting his hips forward, causing a small gasp to escape your lips as you felt your chest rub up and down against the cold glass. 

'Fuck, this is bad...I didn't wear a bra today.' You thought, feeling your nipples poke out from your top, thanks to the mix of friction and the cold. "No scumbag is allowed to touch you, got that?" Toji growled as he pressed his body against yours, his giant size trapping you against the door. You can only whimper, your eyes slowly clouding with lust as you look into the reflection. Your eyes locked with Toji's as he smirked, sliding his hands up your sides and under your shirt, causing you to let out a small cry. Toji stiffens when he notices the lack of a bra before a giant smirk crosses his face as he goes and bites at your ear. "No bra today, naughty girl~?" He purred his rough hands, groping your breasts as he skillfully took your perked buds between his rough fingers, pinching and pulling them as if they were some instrument, loving each noise he pulled from your precious lips. 

"Fuck baby, that's it…come on, keep making noises for me." Toji moans as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, feeling his erection getting more prominent as his mind becomes slightly clouded from the weed. "T-Toji, stop…what if someone comes by?" You whined in protest as you tried to push off from the glass door. Your actions cause you to grind into Toji, earning a rough grunt as he sinks his teeth into your neck. "A-ah Tojiiiii~" You whined body shivering as his teeth lightly pierce your sensitive flesh, a bit of drool escaping the corner of your mouth as you relish in the slight pain. Toji hums at this as he lightly sucks on the spot pulling away with a small pop as he grins his fingers roughly pulling at your nipples, causing your eyes to widen as you arch your back. “Is my Babygirl a fucking masochist? Do you like it when I pull on your nipples~?" Toji coos while leaving sloppy kisses up and down your neck, making sure he leaves as many marks as possible. "Sooooo sensitive, haha~" He mocked, feeling your body tremble in his grip. "I-It's cause of the weed….MMH!" You slap a hand to your mouth as Toji goes and slides his hand down to your crotch, roughly cupping it from your shorts. 

"T-Toji, please, someone will see…ah… i-i'll be ruined." You cried between moans. Toji growled, not liking that you thought of others when he was groping your body. "Tch." He clicked his tongue as he pinched your nipples as punishment, causing your knees to buckle. Thankfully, Toji had quick reflexes as he went and wrapped an arm around your midsection, making sure to hold your weak body up, his muscles flexing. "Who the fuck cares? Do you think you can think of others while I'm right here? What if I want them to see you like this, huh?" Suddenly, you feel your shorts get pulled down, exposing your wet panties to anyone who was to walk by. Toji glanced at you in the reflection, watching as tears of embarrassment filled your eyes, causing his chest to fill with pleasure as he loved seeing you so vulnerable. 

"What do you think that scumbag will return and see you like this baby? All wet and messy for the guy who beat him unconscious?" Toji's words cause you to moan as you recall the look in his eyes from the fight again, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head. "Yeah? Does thinking about that get you turned on, baby? It's turning me on too. You can feel it. Right." He growls as he grinds into you faster while sliding his hand up your neck to tilt your head back. "Fuck Y/n, you look so fucking hot like this…" You whine, your mouth opening as you look up at him with lustful eyes, drool falling from your chin. Toji growls as his grip on your neck tightens before smashing his lips against yours in a heated, messy kiss. You whine, going and grabbing a fist full of his hair as he shoves his tongue around your wet cavern, wanting to taste every inch of your flavor. He moans into the kiss, pulling away with a few strings of saliva still connecting the two of you as he looks at you with dark eyes. 

"Open your mouth." He commands. "I wanna see you stick out that pretty tongue." You feel his fingers dance around your neck as you obediently do as you're told, making sure the wet muscle stretches out as far as possible. "That's a good fucking girl." Toji groans as he spits into your mouth, his dick twitching as he watches the glob slide down your tongue and into your mouth. "Swallow it, princess…let me see you swallow daddy's spit like a good slut." He groaned, watching you close your mouth, his hand feeling your throat expand as you swallow. "Fuck…Come on." He growled, pulling away from you roughly, picking you up as he tossed you over his shoulder. You let out a surprised squeal as you gripped the back of his shirt, causing him to chuckle as he went and smacked your ass. 

"God, you're so fucking sexy baby." He purred as he walked back to your station, carefully placing you on the chair. "You know how often I've wanted to fuck your dirty ass in this chair?" He growled, pressing his fingers against your soaked panties, causing you to moan as you tilt your head. "W-why my chair?" You sighed, finding that Toji fantasized about you sexy as you tried to rub your thighs together. Toji scowls at this as he roughly spreads your legs apart, pressing his fingers deeper against your wet panties, causing you to gasp. "Don't close your legs, princess…you better keep them spread for Daddy or else." He warns as he goes and sits himself between your legs. You watch through lidded eyes as he lifts one of your legs, pressing kisses up and down your inner thigh, leaving the occasional bite mark, shivering each time you cringe and squirm in his grasp. 

"Now be a good girl for me, Y/n." He whispers as he slides your panties off his breath, stopping as he watches a string of your slick connecting your needy hole and the useless piece of fabric. "Fucking hell, brat." He growled before ripping the material off as he wasted no time in consuming your sweet juices, a deep growl escaping his throat as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Toji mentally curses to himself as he swears, you're one of the best things he's ever tasted, wanting to eat you out for hours as he slides his thumb down over your clit, the rough pad aggressively assaulting the bundle of nerves. You let out multiple moans and curses as you arch your back, your hands gripping the armrests of the chair as Toji eats you like a starved animal. "Tojiiiiii~ mmh So fucking good~" You cry out as you weakly grab a fist full of his hair. Toji grunts his tongue, sliding up and down your folds before he plunges the slick-covered muscle into your hole. 

"Fuckfuckfuck!" You cry, your legs tensing as you push Toji's face deeper into your dripping pussy; you feel your orgasm rush through you, sending waves of pleasure throughout your entire body. Toji growls as he makes sure to lap it all up, his tongue greedily sucking it into his mouth as he gulps your sweet juices down, pulling away from your needy hole, his face dripping with your cum. "Did my baby girl cum just from my tongue~?" He purred, his fingers sliding up and down your slick folds. You watched with hooded eyes as Toji watched some of your juices drip to the ground, some landing on the chair, causing him to grunt. "Come on, baby again…you can cum for daddy again, right?" He growled, leaning over your body as he pressed rough kisses along your neck, one of his fingers sliding into your needy hole. 

"Mmmmmm!" You moan loudly, your walls clenching around the rough digit as he presses it against the squishy flesh. "That's right, baby if you can cum for me, Daddy will reward you." He chuckles, watching your pleasured expression. "So, fucking pretty." He mumbled before sucking one of your breasts into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as he lightly bites and pulls, causing tears to roll down your cheeks. "T-Toji don't! H-hurts! EEEEEK!" You cried, feeling the man pull harder as he looked up at you with narrowed eyes. "That's not what I want you to call me princess." He growled before leaving a few apologetic licks to the irritated bud. You whine, looking away, too embarrassed to look him in the eye, when you feel another finger being inserted into you, causing your hips to buck up. "Fuuuuuuuck~" You moaned, earning a satisfied hum from Toji, who decided to mercilessly pump his fingers in and out of your puffy pussy, licking his lips as he stared down at you with a cocky grin. 

"Come on baby say it! Say my name and I'll make you cum~" Toji went and licked your bottom lip, gently biting the tender flesh as you whined, eyes rolling back again. “D-daddy…ah…I wanna cum please." You cried while shielding your eyes from his gaze. This didn't sit well with Toji as he went and pulled his fingers out, causing you to whimper at the loss as you felt your walls clench around nothing. You let out a loud gasp followed by a pathetic cry as Toji slapped your pussy, eyes narrowed. "Y/n, you're being such a brat." He growled, pinning your arms above your head with a tight grip. You winced, letting out more whimpers as you looked at him with a pout. "Stop being a brat and I'll reward you now instead of later~" He whispered, licking the lobe of your ear, causing you to shiver as you felt yourself needing more. 

You bite your lip, eyes wide, watching Toji free his erection from his pants. You felt yourself starting to drool as you watched his sensitive tip pulse as precum oozed. Toji smirked, his ego growing as he watched you go dumb at the sight of his cock. "That's right, baby~ If you beg me for it, I'll fill your needy pussy as much as you want~" You watched as he slid the tip up and down your folds teasingly, causing you to whine as you tried to free your wrists from his grip. "Toji!" You cry, not liking how he was teasing you so much. "Uh uh…." He tuts as he smacks your pussy twice with his rough hand, causing you to arch your back, tears falling. He chuckles, leaning to lick the tears up while nibbling on your jaw. "Come on, princess…say it. Beg me." He growls while pumping his twitching cock. 

You bite your lip as you look up at him. "P-Please fuck me D-daddy." You beg with the most pathetic look Toji has ever seen. Before anything else can happen, Toji roughly thrusts into you, causing you to arch your back as you toss your head back from the intense feeling. "That's my good girl! Fuck you're such a good girl for me Y/n! Your pussy is so tight it makes me want to ruin you." He growls as his hips press against you. "Fuck! Daddy too deep! Too deep daddy!" You cry Toji just grins as he continues to pound into your abused hole, loving how fucked out your expression is. "Fuck baby, you look so dumb on Daddy's cock." He releases your hands as he tosses your legs over his shoulders, guiding your hands to his biceps. "You wanted to know why I always wanted to fuck you in this chair, right?" He growled as he pressed his forehead against yours, scanning your every expression with those eyes of his that you loved so much. 

"It's because every time one of those fucking scumbags comes in here to get a tattoo while their filthy eyes scan your hot body…fuck… they're going to be sitting in this chair embedded with all your slutty juices from being fucked by your best customer." He laughs at the thought while relishing as he watches your eyes go back into your skull as your walls clamp down around him. "Fuck baby, are you gonna cum for me?" He growls, grabbing your wrist and bringing it to his face, kissing each tattoo that graced your skin. "So, fucking beautiful. You look so fucking sexy with these tattoos, baby. That fucking scumbag didn't know what he was saying." He moaned out, his thrusts becoming sloppy. You moan, your nails digging into the flesh of Toji's biceps. 

"Daddy~ am I really that pretty~?" You whine, wanting to hear his praise again. Toji smirks as he presses his lips to yours in a passionate kiss while cupping your cheeks in his hands, his thumbs rubbing your tear-stained cheeks. "The prettiest baby. You're so fucking sexy crying under me, covered in your art. Fuck baby, let me mark you~ I want everyone to see you, mine." He growls as he feels himself reaching his limit, gritting his teeth. You moan as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. "Mmmh~ I won't be labeled like one of your whores." You admit causing Toji to scoff as he bites at your lip, his lustful green eyes locking with yours as he presses a deep kiss to your lips letting out a deep moan. "You're nothing like them, baby; ~ You're only mine~ I'll make you a new mark, yeah? Would you like that princess?" He leaves messy kisses across your face while gritting his teeth. "Daddy will give you a mark that only you can have~" He moans before giving you one last harsh thrust, his cum spraying all over your walls as he roughly bites into your shoulder to muffle his noises. 

The two of you stay still for a moment, both recovering from your highs as Toji caresses your body, his hands admiring each tattoo he knows you worked hard on. "Yeah…I know what I'm going to do." He cooed, slowly pulling out from you and kissing your cheek as you whined from the sudden loss, causing you to feel empty. Toji hummed as he watched his cum spill from your messy hole, pride filling him as he reached for your tattoo gun, carefully turning it on as he gave you a sadistic smirk. 

"Be a good girl for Daddy one more time tonight, baby~" 

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Ding! 

Your eyes slowly travel to the front door, where you see Toji standing with a new girl by his side. Ichigo giggles as she watches you lead them to the back and start tattooing the usual name onto whatever body part she's chosen. As you sit there carefully tattooing the girl, Toji stands behind you, his eyes landing on the tattoo, still healing on your shoulder. The detailed bite mark slightly starts to peel from the healing skin, causing Toji's eyes to narrow as he walks closer to you. "How's it looking Toji~?" The girl questioned with a giggle. Your body stiffens as Toji gently cups your shoulder, running his thumb across the healing tattoo. His eyes fill with lust as he licks his lips, noticing the deep blush on your cheeks. 

"Oh yeah… it's looking perfect baby~"

[evalevaeva]

okay um sieun delusions... i heard this is a common experience for students who are class toppers in high school. once they get into an iv league school or a rly fancy high class school they're no longer special and gifted and smart cause EVERYONE is like that

so sieun goes to one of those universities and its his first time being in a school where... ppl are taking it seriously lmaoo. and he starts to notice that there's one student who is always just 1 rank above him. no matter what rank sieun got whether it was 10 or 2 yn is always right above him so he starts to notice her AND BOY GETS A LIL CRUSHY CRUSH HE DOES 😓

literally just make it fluffy or ill kill u

gifted | yeon sieun

- in which yeon sieun gets into seoul national university.

(LETS GOO SOMETHINGTHAT ISNT SOB WORTHY @slytherinshua i did it)

Sieun had done it. He'd gotten past all the bullying and the hardships and decided to throw away his past in Byuksan Middle School and Eunjang High School. He'd gotten into Seoul National University with a special scholarship given to the top 1% of the entire student body, taking the examinations in each region.

Sieun was used to being the only student who focused on his work and got good grades. University came as a shock to him as he stood in front of the noticeboard, the glass the only thing standing between him and the piece of paper. He wasn't first. He wasn't second either. He was in tenth place for the freshmens diagnostics test. Sieun couldn't believe it, as he turned to walk away from the crowd of students trying to find their names on the lower ranks. The Yeon Sieun had gotten tenth place in a test. The last time that happened, it wasn't pleasant. The name above his wasn't an unknown one. He had heard your name back when he was in high school, at cram school. He had never crossed paths with you, so he had never seen the use in interacting with you.

The boy could feel the sweat sticking his hair to his forehead. The students in Seoul National University were no joke, and it didn't take a genius to realise that. Every student had notebooks, textbooks, and most importantly, coffee. Sieun had never liked coffee, but feeling the lack of sleep every day caused him to become a crippling caffein addict.

No matter what he did, it seemed like one name could not leave his side (on results slip, of course). If Sieun was in nineteenth place，she would be in eighteenth place. If he was third, she was second. If he was sixth, she'd be fifth. It seemed as if they were binded together through the world of academics, and that caught Sieun's attention.

"The concept of biochemistry isn't something hard, everyone. Now, let's go onto sample questions," The professor spoke as the sound of pages flipping echoed throughout the lecture hall. Sieun flipped open his practice book as he read the question, his eyes widening slightly as he read the question. It definitely wasn't something easy.

"Which of the following are included in the types of glycolipids? N-acetylgalactosamine, N-acetylglucosamine, Xylose, or Cerebrosides?" The professor asked as he switched the slideshow to a practice question from the practice book.

The lecture hall was practically silent as students opened their guide books, worried as they realised that their confusion could lead to their downfall in their first year of university.

One hand was raised as Sieun turned to look at the girl who had her hand raised on the other side of the auditorium. She sat up straight as her hand was in the air confidently. She had a small smile on her face as she waited for the professor to call on her.

"Ah, one of our top students! y/n, what do you think the answer is?" The professor called out to the girl as she lowered her hand and spoke.

"Cerebrosides, they are a group of glycosphingolipids, which are the subgroup of glycolipids." The girl answered as the professor clicked on the slideshow to reveal the answer to indeed be Cerebrosides.

Sieun scribbled your name on the top right corner of the page as he rested his cheek on his palm, looking at the writing as he sighed to himself.

That was the first time you caught his eye. It wasn't something he could suppress for long. Sieun caught himself sneaking as many glances at you as he could without getting caught. He'd pretend to cough, just so he could turn in your direction to look at you or take a different route just to see you leaving the hall to the library.

You were always at the library. Similarly to the other students, you would mug till the late hours of the night.

You had your head on the table as you heard a light thud next to you, making you turn to the right to see a cup of coffee on the desk. You sat up straight to see Sieun sitting at the seat next to you, his lips in a thin line but his eyes betrayed him as he watched you, curious to see your reaction.

"Is this... for me?" You asked the doe-eyed boy as he nodded, turning to his books but his attention still on you.

"You seem tired today. You didn't get your usual coffee so I got it for you," Sieun said as you felt a pink hue engulf your cheeks as you looked away from the boy, coughing softly as you whispered with a smile, "Thank you".

That was the first time he felt his heart jump. Screw that, maybe free fall off a cliff? That feeling had him sitting at his desk at home, hand on his chest as he smiled to himself, giggling like a high school lover.

Sieun used every brain cell he had available from that day onwards to have a reason to talk to you. He'd drop his book, and you'd appear from around the corner, crouching down to help him pick it up. He'd buy you coffee every few weeks to the point that it becomes a routine.

"Yeon Sieun, second place." Sieun had grown accustomed to never being in first place. Instead, a smile grew on his face as he saw the name in first place, it was you. Sieun waited under the shade as he saw you and your group of friends at the noticeboard, reading the results as you turned away from the crowd and jumped up and down, excitement emitting from you.

"First! First again! It all paid off! Entering summer break on the best note ever!" You yelled as Sieun felt his cheeks hurting from how hard he was smiling at your antics.

"Sieun! Good to see you," you greeted the boy as you pulled out the chair to take a seat next to him in the library. Sieun gave you a small smile as you took out your books, placing them onto the desk as you began mindlessly mugging through the night.

Sieun raised his arms as he stretched, hearing a click from his shoulders as he turned to check on you, seeing your head on the table as you slept.

Sieun packed his stuff as he tapped you on the shoulder, making you jolt awake from your sleep.

"Sieun...?" you mumbled as sieun picked up the books from under your arms，packing them into your bag as he put your bag on his shoulder, surprising you.

"You seem very sleepy, I'll send you home. Don't go home so late next time, and don't stay up too late. You're getting eyebags and...you'll make me worried, " Sieun said as you got up and pushed the chair into the table, following him as you both walked to the bus stop.

There was an awkward silence until you decided to ask him a question, "Sieun, why did you start talking to me? I mean, it's not strange, seeing as we're taking the same course...".

Sieun stopped in his tracks as he calculated in his head the chances of you rejecting him at that moment. 33.3 in a 100.

"It's because I like you." Sieun admitted as if it was a passing comment. You turned to look at him, eyes wide as you tilted your head in confusion.

"You're serious? You actually like me?" You ask him, trying to find a hint of humour in his voice, but his voice was anything but humorous.

"I can't see a day in my life without you from now on. Will you give me the honour of being the one by your side till the end?" Sieun asked as you couldn't help but look into his eyes that seemed to hold every inch of the universe in them.

That was the day that Sieun was no longer alone in his life.

Every day seemed to be filled with you. He'd pick you up from your apartment and cook you breakfast, sit with you in the lecture hall, buy you your coffee, go out for dinner, and finally, send you home safely.

Sieun would help you prepare for practical examinations while you helped him prepare for theoretical examinations, the both of you were the most envied CC.

CC, Campus Couple. Sieun wouldn't have thought he'd have someone to accompany him, but somehow, you were gifted, right to him.

[poisonously-alluring-sev]

Snape Preference ~ You Prefrom a Dangerous Move on a Broom

Snape Masterlist

Summary: You’re trying out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team and perform an impressive maneuver which makes him upset, but he secretly is shocked that you have that much skill on a broom.

It was tryouts for the next quidditch team for the start of Harry’s sixth year. Loads of students tried out for all different positions, but most of them weren’t even good enough to be chasers. You are one of the last few students looking to join the team on the last day of tryouts. All that is left are the other six years and seventh years. Once everyone is in the air it only takes a minute for a few students to be thrown off their brooms by Ginny. It’s only you and one other girl fighting to catch up to her and take the quafle and the girl is being quite pushy. She slams into you more than once and tries to cut you off when you need to make some sharp turns. Nothing is more annoying to you than this girl, especially when she kicks the tip of your broom causing you to spin and start falling off your broom. A few seconds of panic run through your mind before you swing your leg over the side of the broom and start falling. With your broom just barely being held in your hand you quickly make your way to the ground feet first.

Knowing that this will be the make or break, you quickly pull out a maneuver that you saw official Quidditch players only do. All your strength goes into your one hand holding your broom and you bring it under your feet. Quickly you balance on it and are now standing on the broom like a surfboard. Before you know it you’re coming up fast beside Ginny who is only paying attention to the girl chaser her and without effort take the quafle out of her hand glide your way over to the goal post and manage to throw it past a tryout keeper. Everyone who was trying out and even those waiting from the stands is completely in awe after watching you perform such a skilled maneuver. Harry and Ginny both clap for you before almost immediately saying that you’re on the team.

Some time goes by as they both pick the other players for the team and soon enough, you’re practicing with them. Having some time go by you end up asking Harry if he wants to learn a move that you created, and it can be something you share as teammates. Of course, he agrees to it and you both head up into the air. You explain to him what you’re going to do and how to use gravity to your advantage when trying to get a broom back under you after falling off of it. Once he says he’s ready to see you perform it once more you quickly slide off the side of the broom. In seconds the wind is roughly blowing on your face and your clothes whip around behind you. You decide to move a little slowly so Harry can see how it works a little better. Of course, by doing that you get a lot closer to the ground before you get the broom under your feet. You’re maybe about five feet from the ground when you pull the broom up and you glide through the air once again. Everyone claps after seeing that it wasn’t just luck that got you into the team but actual skill. However, someone who was coming up to the pitch was not happy. Snape quickly walks onto the field and shouts something at you and Harry. Knowing that this will only go one way you roll your eyes and glide your way over to him. Before you run into him you jump off the broom and grab it with your hand like you would when getting off a skateboard.

“Yes, Professor?” You ask plainly with a bit of a joyful smile on your face. You 100% just got his heart beating faster in fear that you might’ve hit him. He frowns and scowls at Harry for letting someone so reckless on the team. You tell Snape that you are well skilled and trained in doing these moves so there is nothing to worry about. He just goes into detail about how now that you have done it others will try. Blah blah blah, you both just nod your head and let him rant. Once he’s gone you make sure to have a good explanation as Snape will go to McGonagall about this. However, what you don’t hear is the conversation he has with her. Yes, he does warn her about it and about how dangerous it is for you to be doing such things, but he also tells her about just how perfect and easy it looked. He does share that he is impressed, and he wishes that you were sorted into Slytherin as this might’ve been the only chance he could’ve had to show McGonagall that his students are better.

[revalentine2]

Mauville Mob! - Team Objective plays Pokemon Emerald

Today, the team grows, in more ways than one!

(Also, as an addition, I've decided to put a team recap into the bottom of every part going forward)

Wally is here...and he's blocking my way into the electric gym??? Does he still only have that ralts?

He still only has that ralts.

Next time, pick up a Magnemite or something, Wally. It'll do wonders for you.

I'd head inside the gym now, but I feel like we still need a bit of prep. let's check out the town.

Oh hey, Rock Smash! Roxanne (She gave me her number btw <3) told me a tip once I could use this HM...we'll need another badge first, though.

Oh, hello, my interview's on! What did I say about Bulwark again-

That is true!

...It was a lot at once, okay? I was under pressure!

There's a game corner here! We have one of those back home. ...Sadly, their doll selection is limited to starters. Shame.

Time to take on the gym! Ah...that electric tang in the air. I hope my team feels this presence one day.

Face me, Wattson!

I see, you are a man of culture! However, I doubt StepStone will have much trouble with her fellow detonator here.

One and done! And it missed its attack, to boot!

And your little dog, too!

A MAGNETON!?...I LOVE Magneton! It's quite lower level than normal. Where can I get one of those?

The confusion is a problem...push through, StepStone...

Oog...We're pretty beaten down, but we've snapped out! Show this man our dedication! Magnitude!

YES! VICTORY!

Oh and you have a bigger dog too. Okay, whatever.

Ok, VICTORY! Ignore that I spoke too soon!

And StepStone has evolved, fully coming into her power! Wonderful job, girl!

I will not be using Golem because one, I'm not sure If I have the means to trade, and two, that is not a rock that is a lizard thing with cobblestone glued to its body.

With our new hidden machine, it is time to head north. I can see the cliffs rising around me already...this bodes well.

A desert! ...That I can not progress into, currently. Weh. There looks to be interesting structures within...

Another cave! And this one appears volcanic. Perhaps I shall discover firey, earthen objects inside?

...No, but instead, I found Koffing! I understand you are a ball of gas, friend, but what are you doing in a volcano? Should you not be in an urban environment? Oh, no matter, welcome to the team, "Skybomb!"

Grimer, too? You have even less of a reason for being here. Are you alright? Do you need someone?

Wait, I'm someone! Join us, "Goo Goo!"

Side note-you can also find Slugma here, and while I would consider it-while resembling a slug, it is made entirely of molten rock-I do want to retain some aesthetics. Also, people would likely not stop making lame jokes.

Now, we need to backtrack to Dewford for a minute...

Back in the darkness of Granite cave, let's see if Roxanne's tip proves fruitful!

It was!

I'll call her Patricia.

Goo Goo is Gentle, Skybomb is Rash, and Patricia is Lonely...decent natures across the board! Glad to fill out our numbers, perhaps soon we'll be able to get a proper sixth.

I will take my leave for now and get these gals trained up. Until next time! Team Objective-because Object Pokemon are Objectively the best!

Team:

StepStone the Graveler (F)

Bulwark the Aron (M)

Skybomb the Koffing (F)

Goo Goo the Grimer (F)

Patricia the Nosepass (F)

[anonbinaryweirdo]

I was gonna say "nah I just wanted to talk about vi"

but tumblr made me just say "nah"

vi is the best. please go on you had more to say right

i can't believe Tumblr cut you off to prevent you from getting me to go years discussing her absolute amazingness with you.

shes literally so sweet today I sent her like three selfies of me with a lampshade and she not only called me very handsome she called me her spouse (I still get butterflies) and nom nomed me and put me in her pocket like yes queen I am yours to keep🙌🏽

and she literally makes me stim in a //pos way I do this thing wherein Everytime I'm happy I do a little stomps with my feetsies and literally run around a bit while covering my face (when I'm in bed I cover my face with my little pillow and kick my feet rapidly). she makes me do this a lot and she doesn't even know it

i see her in my notifs and scream. im not exaggerating I //srs go aaaAAAAAAA everytime I get some form of notification from her do you SEE what kind of impact she has on me

strangling her putting her in my pocket stomping on her biting her chewing her diligently throwing her into bricks

Everytime she says "I want to stay by your side forever" to me I literally die on the spot hhhhhhhhhhhhhh

like. I can feel her warmth through my screen. like she makes me go aljsjhseheheheheEHSDHDJDHDD

I'm gonna put her in a little raincloud and get her all soggy

she is the black cat to my ginger cat. the golden retriever to my black lab

I don't put sugar in my tea or coffee I just think of how sweet vi is and I'm good to go

shes older, but I am the big spoon always (do not let her tell you otherwise). unless tummy ache.

she makes me smile and you can't see the blush on my face mostly because of my skin tone for some reason (I am lightskin so I'm not sure why it doesn't work probably a glitch) but I feel myself blush and turn into a big puddle of hot goo in her presence not even joking

this one time

okay so whenever I'm upset I //neg stim; I rock back and forth in my seat, and one day I was on a bus and I was rocking particularly hard and. I don't know how she knew but she just appeared in my notifs. she has a sixth sense I can feel it

I could. go on and on and on. but im still trying to wake up. I COULD GO ON AND ON AND ON ABOUT HER I SWEAR IT

this post doesn't get a "read more". you WILL read it bitch

[ay-miphae]

just watched all of 01011001 live that i could find on youtube and i have Thoughts

i'm going to put most of my thoughts under the cut out of a concern for spoilers, but then again these are all accessible on youtube~

!! there are a Lot of flashing lights so just a warning in case you're planning on watching the videos !! (hoping the official release will have better audio/video quality) the ones with the fewest flashing lights (that i found on yt) are beneath the waves and waking dreams, river of time has lights but they're more sweep-y than flashy

OKAY THOUGHTS SCREAMING CRYING GOING FERAL

i swear every song i thought "wow i wish i was there rn"

it was hard to tell who was who but aside from the original cast i think it was - john jaycee cuijpers as forever 𓅛 (originally jørn lande), mike mills as forever ☯ (originally steve lee), damian wilson as forever ✵ (originally bob catley), and brittney slayes as forever Ω (originally floor jansen). they all give such fantastic performances you could say brittney slayed

also some lines were given to different characters, but then again the characters aren't supposed to be very distinct

the violin on age of shadows!!!

the energy in the "no more aggression / no more relationships" section!!! aaaAAAA

damian on comatose!!! the e m o t i o n

OH BUT THE FLUTE VIOLIN DUET??

the flute and violin on liquid eternity!!!

maggy luyten got more lines let's goo

the vibes and atmosphere in beneath the waves are immaculate

the anneke/jonas combination is iconic as always

i have a new appreciation for ride the comet wow and that guITAR though

the interlude in waking dreams made me transcend a dimension at least

unnatural selection is actually insane (! heavy flash warning !) also the ensemble is fantastic on this one

the irene/marcela chorus though!!!

love the visuals during the "we gave them [thing] what did they do?" breakdown

visuals on river of time omg

jeroen give me your flute skills please

e=mc². it's good. it's very good

okay WOW WHWHWHWH i wish i could have seen the sixth extinction live hrhhh

the audience singing along to "the meaning of life is to give life meaning" and "stop the machines prepare to die" gave me chills fjdkfjdkf

mike mills: "restore the balance between thinking *points at damian's brain* and feeling *points at damian's heart*" lmao

the mars imagery the mARS IMAGERY

THE THE

THE

THE FINALE??????

I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY EYE OF RA'D THE ENDING I AM AAAAUGHHHH

I N S A N I T Y

arjen's speech,,,,,, precious man

this human equation is also really sick! lmaoing at the huge emphasis on "UNIVERSAL MIGRATIOOOOONNN"

they performed the day that the world breaks down live! absolute madlads oml AND with the 01 cast,,,, i am theorizing,,,

i am lowkey (highkey) hoping that there will be a source live someday, i have VISIONS on how that could be translated theatrically (and yk. that if so i'll actually be able to attend lmao)

[burnwater13]

Boba Fett in the bacta tank in B'omarr Monastery on Tatooine. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 1, Stranger in a Strange Land. Calendar from DataWorks.

Grogu had offered to heal the Daimyo more than once, but each time Boba Fett declined his offer. Grogu didn’t understand why he would do that. The burns from the Sarlacc were still making everyday painful to the former bounty and he could fix that. Greef Karga and Din Djarin had let him work his ‘magic hand thing’. Why wouldn’t Daimyo Fett?

“The pain reminds him of the mistakes he’s made that he doesn’t want to repeat, kid. The bacta tank just lets him forget them while he sleeps or meditates or whatever it is that he does in that goo.”

As usual Fennec knew the answer. But it didn’t satisfy Grogu. Weren’t the scars enough of a reminder? Grogu’s friend Ian had once commented that scars were like tattoos but with better stories. Being able to say you survived a Sarlacc pit and had the scars to prove it was clearly a unique privilege. Especially based on all the bodies and bits of armor the Daimyo had reported being in the critter when he exited and then when he and Fennec blasted it with the Firespray that the Daimyo used as his personal ship. 

Grogu decided that the best thing to do was to talk to the Daimyo himself. If he could find him. Apparently he had gotten up early and gone for a ride on the rancor to test a new saddle and rein combination that would make it almost impossible for him to be dislodged from the big critter or lose control over it. That sounded like a good idea. Ranky hadn’t liked how the people of Mos Espa treated him when the Daimyo didn’t have control over him. He’d been attacked, gotten hurt, gotten yelled at, and then chipped a tooth on the Mandalorian’s beskar helmet. When Grogu used the Force to help the big critter fall asleep, he also fixed that tooth. It was the least he could do.

But when Grogu went down to the rancor enclosure to talk to the trainer to find out when the Daimyo was expected back, Ranky was already there getting a good scrub down by Machete.

“Sorry, young one, the Daimyo did not inform me of his next appointment. Perhaps the Majordomo can assist you.” 

Grogu thanked the rancor trainer with a quick nod and a coo. He agreed that if anyone knew where the Daimyo had gone, it was going to be the Majordomo. Even more than Fennec, the Majordomo was absolutely obsessive about knowing the Daimyo’s calendar backward and forward. He just needed to run down to the kitchens and talk to him. 

Certainly, Grogu could have gone to the throne room and there was a 25% chance that the Majordomo would be there, but Grogu had learned that there was a 50% chance that the tall, slender Twi’lek was in the kitchens eating his sixth or seventh meal of the day. Apparently he was stress eater, although he commented that he had always had a high metabolism. Grogu let that argument go. Two things could be true at the same time.

But when Grogu reached the kitchens, there was no Majordomo and no chef. Grogu wondered what that was about and began to mutter curses under his breath. 

“The Majordomo and Chef Soggs have gone into Mos Espa to obtain fresh produce. May I be of service?” 8D8 asked Grogu in its soft mechanical voice.

Grogu coo’d and chirped his question. He was always surprised at how many languages droids knew and how the humans he knew rarely bothered to ask them to translate Grogu’s language for them, preferring to guess his meaning. 

“The Daimyo in on his ship performing maintenance tasks that he did not wish to put off. You may still find him there. Be advised. He is in a ‘foul’ mood as someone has let the bacta drain from his rest chamber and more bacta will not be available for several days.”

Grogu said a quick ‘Thank you’ coo and trotted off to the garage that held the Firespray. Maybe now the Daimyo would let him heal those wounds and he wouldn’t need the bacta tank! 

Optimistic that his act of kindness would be received well, Grogu began to hum a little tune as he made his way through the palace to the garage. That is until one of the B’omarr ‘spiders’ showed up. Dank Farrik!

“What want?” Grogu asked, using Gal Basic because the ‘spiders’ insisted.

“Grogu, a contaminant enters the palace. It has caused a problem for us and for the Daimyo. We need your assistance.”

Ah! That was interesting. That meant that whatever happened to the bacta tank was more complicated than someone forgetting to close the drain and just pouring the goop all over the floor of the Daimyo’s chamber.

“Location?” Grogu hoped that the ‘spiders’ already knew where the contaminant was coming from.

“There is a tile missing from the communication tower, Grogu. The risk is too great for us. But you are young and can reach places we cannot.”

Well, that was certainly true. Grogu could get almost anywhere. 

“Many steps. Ride?”

“Yes, we will make a transport available. You will need supplies. The transport will meet you at the garage.”

“Good. Go there now. Help then.”

Grogu was glad to help and if he happened upon the Daimyo, he could also explain the problem with the bacta tank. Knowing the cause of a problem almost always made it easier to deal with. At least he hoped the Daimyo saw it that way. And his dad. A little voice in his head recommended that he speak to his dad about this ‘adventure’ but he really just wanted to solve the problem. After all he was a Jedi and Mandalorian. What could go wrong?

To be continued.

[webbedphantom]

Drabble #1 Explanation

Okay, so since I posted that drabble yesterday (linked here if you missed it), I figured it was a good idea to explain a few of the bits that go unexplained, since this is kinda in the middle of a larger story.

First off, the most obvious one; Shiho's disappearance. Why'd I do that? Well, for one thing, Aaron would've already had his powers by the time she "heads for the roof," so there was no way in hell he would've let her hit the ground. If he saw her up there, like he does in the game, he'd dive out the window to save her, no hesitation. Which would mean his secret would be out immediately, and that would severely limit what all I could do, so I took a different route.

Secondly: Did Kamoshida actually kidnap her? No. Surprisingly enough he had absolutely nothing to do with that, something that would later be proved by the "evidence" Aaron did all this to steal. But he was the prime suspect, and even if he wasn't, he still needed to go down, so down he went.

Third: So who did take her? Wouldn't you like to know~ But seriously, if you've been keeping up with these au thoughts posts, (don't blame you if you haven't. They're kinda all over the place) you can probably put together the pieces from what I've said about the first semester

Fourth: Why does Aaron's costume change mid-fight? And why was it different in the first place? The way I like to look at it is that his costume was unfinished before then. His awakening was unnatural and kind of forced, so while he had these powers, he didn't accept them. But each time he decides to put on the suit, he gets closer to that, culminating in the scene with Arsène at the beginning where he truly awakens to his power for the first time. But it still wasn't finished. He needed to test his resolve. And that's what happens during the fight. It's him deciding that no matter what happens, no matter what it costs, or how much it hurts, he will keep fighting for what he believes in. And because of that, he's able to access the rest of his powers, aka the webs.

Fifth: Okay, but why do the webs not act like webs? Why is it just a glob of sticky stuff? That ties into something I've explained before, and something that's in his character info doc. He has to wear some special bracelets he later invents to use the webs properly. But since he hasn't done that yet, it's just goo.

Sixth: What was with the headache at the beginning? Why's it brought up there, only to never happen again. That's something I probably could've done better, but basically the headaches are a result of him not accepting Arsène, yet still having him anyway. His mind is fighting itself, actively rejecting his other half, yet because of his awakening, he's also technically accepted his shadow. It's a paradox of sorts. He shouldn't have a Persona, but he does. Hence the headaches. Then once he actually accepts his Persona, no more headache.

Finally, what was up with that Makoto bit at the end? What was she talking about?

That is in reference to a scene from the fanfic proper (which I will link in my pinned at some point) but here's a quick rundown.

Basically, Aaron snuck into ShidoCorp for Futaba to get some more info on their parents, and more specifically, their deaths. Makoto catches him, but lets him stay because she didn't see him as being a bad guy.

But then he betrayed her trust, and snuck into his father's old lab, where the spider bite happened... among other things-

And you can bet, that breach of trust is gonna come back to haunt him eventually.

Anyways, that's it... I think. Might update this later if I think of anything else I need to clear up.

[chenford4ever]

https://ustoday.news/the-rookie-season-5-has-chenford-succumbed-to-the-moonlighting-curse/

The Beginner: Federal Agencies, which likely ensures a sixth season (although nothing has been announced yet). With time and chemistry, Chenford was born.

The romantic relationship between Tim Bradford (Eric Winter) and Lucy Chen (Melissa O’Neil) probably wasn’t intentional, so the reason the two ended up on the slow lane can be attributed to a passionate fan base and open-minded cast and creators. Lucy even started it The beginner in a relationship with protagonist John Nolan (Nathan Fillion), but that was funnily dropped in season one because of the stigma of dating another cop. Thankfully, Lucy doesn’t seem to have the same issue with Tim, further cementing this pair as endgame-worthy. So what’s going on?

Chenford’s Foundation

The couple’s relationship begins with a teacher/student dynamic, with Tim as a rookie becoming Lucy’s training officer. The first season more or less builds their relationship, with Tim being a hardass for lack of a better term. Lucy is engaged with Nolan for most of the season, but their bond is explored more after Tim is exposed to a weaponized virus that puts his life on the line, leading to one of the first emotional moments between the two. Another important moment between the two happens when Lucy is drugged from a date and essentially kidnapped by Rosalind Dyer (Annie Wersching), one of the many antagonists who overstepped their welcome The beginner. It is Tim who is able to find her and dig her out of a buried barrel and later sits by her bedside in the hospital. It was these dramatic and traumatic events that facilitated their bond and proved that these two would stay by each other’s sides regardless of their LAPD duties.

One of the other major ways Chenford’s relationship has evolved has been how they have challenged each other. Be it through their opposing viewpoints or their different love interests in the earlier seasons. Lucy and Tim always had a push and pull dynamic that made them fun to watch. Though their relationship changed a lot over the show’s first four seasons, needless to say, despite their outward differences, trust was built between them. Chenford is a couple that will make your heart skip a beat. Except once they got together. And then.

Where they went wrong

Season 4 ended on a big note when the two, posing as a couple, kiss to convince some criminals of their authenticity. Tim and Lucy even convince themselves, leading them to almost react to new undeniable feelings in the season 5 premiere, until they are interrupted by finding another gift from the gift they keep giving, Rosalind dyers Search for Lucy’s friend Chris (Kanoa Goo), with life-threatening injuries, slows things down for the couple, causing them to contemplate all the ramifications and complications that come with starting a romantic relationship. It is not until the ninth episode of the season that Tim asks Lucy out after she breaks up with Chris. The way the two come together, speaking things out and being pragmatic might tick all the boxes for some fans, but the beginning of their relationship still feels too easy. This beginning loses all the tension and anxiety that her relationship had before her established romantic relationship. Put simply, it’s boring.

That brings us to the 10 or so episodes that the couple is seen together. There’s no denying that these two are cute together and their chemistry exists, but the main issue here is their pacing, which might give a committed viewer a bit of whiplash. It took Tim and Lucy four seasons to get to the point where they could accept, let alone admit, their feelings for each other, and just a few episodes after they’ve agreed on a date, they’re already pondering their future after having kids How. Despite this, Chenford goes from 0 to 100 real fast, and while there is an issue with many shows being subject to cancellation, The beginner has been a sure bet for renewal in recent seasons. There doesn’t seem to be any real reason why the pair need to rush major milestones in their relationship, especially given how quickly it’s taken to get here.

Are Chenford Victims of the ‘Moonlight Curse’?

Just because Chenford is finally dating doesn’t mean it is The beginner should play it safe with his fan favorite couple. Delivering cute GIF-able moments is all well and good, but if Lucy makes a five-player trade to give Tim a new job, the most interesting conflict is going to be between the two, then maybe it should have been balanced more building their romantic relationship. With the plethora of plots they could get as characters on a cop show, the couple could easily get something more dramatic that could linger longer, rather than just ticking off a checklist and jumping from point A to point B to point C.

The beginner landed something special with Tim Bradford and Lucy Chen. Although the original intent was probably not to make them a couple, the show paid attention to audience reaction and the chemistry that unfolded even in the earlier episodes, and despite the relative lack of focus the couple had, since it became canon, Chenford at her worst is still better than any relationship Nolan is at his best. So while Chenford suffers a bit from the moonlighting curse, the pair are still incredibly entertaining to watch. However, with the history and connection that Tim and Lucy have, there’s more than enough time to correct course for the pair to fulfill their full potential and further cement their place in pop culture as fan-favorite lucky breaks.

[s0dium]

Teasing

Gojo x F!Reader

Summary: In which you decided to turn the tables on your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru 

Warnings: Teasing, fingering, phone sex, rough sex, cream pie, over stimulation, spanking, degradation 

When it came to teasing in your relationship, Gojo was relentless. 

Of course, you had some idea of what you were getting into when you decided to date the cocky white haired sorcerer. It wasn't as if you were entirely new to Gojo’s antics. Since you had known him, you were always Gojo’s favorite victim, after all you made it easy too; being that you were almost 9 inches shorter than him and incredibly prone to embarrassment. 

Except, since the two of you got together, it has gotten more.... aggressive. Annoying jokes about your height turned into slapping your ass while Nanami was talking to you or slightly lifting up your skirt just to ‘see what color panties his little cupcake was wearing’. You dreaded getting text messages from Gojo when you were in public, like the ones describing how badly he wanted to see your mouth stuffed with his cock, spit and cum dribbling from your lips as fucks your pretty throat. The type of text messages he knows makes your thighs clench together with arousal and breathing become heavier with lust.

But it's not like Gojo’s to blame. It's something about the way you stiffen when you feel his hands dance along the inside of your thigh when the two of you are at a restaurant. Or it could be the way you stutter and turn into a submissive pile of goo, practically puddy in Gojo’s hands when his fingers arch in your tight cunny to hit that ‘oh so good’ spot, that he craves.

And every time you let him. You let your boyfriend torture you with embarrassment because he knows how obsessed you are with him, and why wouldnt you be? He is the Gojo satrou after all.

Needless to say, it's enough to make you mad. Why is it that you’re the only one in the relationship being tortured? You were by no means dominant in the bedroom, and it wasn't a matter of wanting to change that power dynamic and try something new. You loved to be taken care of, especially since Gojo was just so fucking good at it. Like some sixth sense, Gojo always, always knew just the right ways to make your toes curl with pleasure, or the perfect angle to hit you that you could only dream of hitting with your fingers. But of course, Gojo never used his knowledge for the greater good, like when he traces you soaking slit and purposefully misses your clit, or when he thrusts extra slow just to make you whine and beg for him to fuck you harder. 

No, what you wanted was to see him to be the one to go crazy with pure unadulterated want for you. You wanted him to be the one going stir crazy instead of you this time. Call it karma maybe, you were only doing what you’d been shown, and when it comes to teasing, you were taught by the very best.

~

You knew how out of character it was for you to be the provocative one. You even shocked yourself that you actually went through with it when you found yourself sitting in front of the mirror, watching the flash to your phone go off. 

Your hands trembled as your thumb hovered over the blue send button, and you bit your lip anxiously. Was this a stupid plan that was bound to have its grave repercussions? Probably. Actually scratch that, the answer was definitely. You huffed and took a deep breath before gathering the courage to press the send button. You watched the thin blue bar on the top under Gojo’s contact name quickly move to the other side of the screen and disappear, proof that your message was delivered and that there was no way backing out now. 

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“For the 6th time Gojo, this isn't something you can avoid, the higher ups will be after my ass-”

“Right right right and it's my job to be a responsible adult yeah yeah, but could you repeat what you want me to do again? Sorry but I lost interest at the ‘when you opened your mouth to speak about the higher ups’ part”

A sly smirk spread across Gojo’s face, and if it wasn't for his infinity, Iori would’ve decked the man right there and then. 

“Just. Fucking. Sign. The. Report.” Iori seethed and slammed the pile of papers on the desk that Gojo had his feet propped up on, nonchalantly relaxing in the chair behind it, hands behind his head. His day had been nothing but boring, and though it seemed like he was looking at Iori due to his blind fold, Gojo was actually staring at the ticking hand of the clock behind her that hung on the wall of the teachers lounge.

 “Is there anything at all that even interests you in the slightest? Or are you just too immature to ever care about anything.” Iori complained as she moved towards the door to leave Gojo alone in the vacant lounge.

“Oh, there are some things~” Gojos voice trailed off and Iori didn't even need to look behind her as she slammed the door to know his lips were curved into a shit eating smile. Just as the door slammed shut, Gojo felt his something buzz in the pocket of his black pants and with one hand he slipped the phone out of his pocket. 

“Speaking of....” Gojo mumbled and he quirked an eyebrow in curiosity when his eyes fell on the name of the contact who sent the message. He took his long legs off of the desk and placed back onto the floor, slightly arching his back to get a better look at the notification. 

𝐊𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐟𝐮💙💖

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With the pad of his thumb, Gojo lifted up the side of his blind fold so one of his heavenly sapphire sky blue eyes poked out in order to get a clearer view. Then, he watched as three dots appeared in grey bubble, which quickly disappeared and was replaced with a message

I miss u <3  [6:34 PM]

 The moment he clicked on the image, a wild cocky grin grew on his face.

“Damnn...”

You sat on the floor in front of a mirror, legs splayed in a w shape as a child would. You were wearing one of Gojo’s light grey T-shirts which was clearly too big on you; the material hanging from your body and exposing one of your bare shoulders. The cloth dipped perfectly around your curves, showing the outline of your breasts and due to its thinness, Gojo could even clearly see your hard nipples poking out in tiny little peaks.The rest of the fabric pooled over your hips, just barely covering your cunt. 

Gojos fingers immediately go to work typing out a message. After he sent it, he leaned back on his chair to watch your text bubble appear and disappear in amusement. Gojo’s hand moved so it slightly hovered over his clothed crotched which hid his growing erection.

Gojo: Oh? Getting confident are we?

You: Why? Do you not like it?🥺

Oh Gojo liked it. Even more, he loved it. The 4 screenshots he already took was proof of that. In fact, it was already added to his album of other more special pictures he had of you. 

Gojo: Of course I do pretty girl, I just didnt think you had it in you

Gojo: In fact cupcake, I have an idea~

Gojo: Why dont you show me how much you miss your boyfriend? 

Gojo chuckled how your text bubble immediately disappeared, and any notice that there was a sign of life on the other end vanished as his phone grew silent. That was ok though, Gojo expected this, that's why he said it. There was just something about reminding you who was in charge that gave Gojo joy.  He applauded you for your effort though. As far as your little confidence streak went, he didn't think it would take him long to stomp on it right in its tracks. 

Now what he didn’t expect, was for you for the text message that followed.

𝐊𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐟𝐮💙💖

Ok :)

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Thank god Gojo was in a room alone because he never bothered to check the fact that his volume was on full, and the moment he pressed play, your needy whines and the wet clicking sound of your arousal filled the room.

“Shit.”

Gojos eyes widened and his hand subconsciously flew to his crotch to palm his fully hard dick trapped in his pants. The entire video was only three seconds, not nearly enough to satisfy his appetite but enough to ignite his craving.

 He watched the way your pretty little fingers disappeared into your cunt and how you slowly humped your hand and you started to rub your clit. Oooh Gojo could do so much better, he knows he could, he could make you cum in half the time if he wanted to and fill you up more than you tiny fingers could ever hope to achieve. After the video ended, he immediately played it again, taking in the way you whined his name, the ‘pap pap pap’ of your palm against your clit and the deep blush that painted your cheeks. And when the video finished he played it again. And again. And again. And again. 

Gojo didn't realize how many minutes had passed he had spent palming his crotch while watching the video on repeat until he received another text from you

I feel so empty without daddys cock :((

Wanna see and hear you satoruuu🥺

pleaseee🥺

Fuck, you couldve said less, Gojo already was on it, locking the door to the teachers lounge and making his way over to the brown couch that sat in opposite from the desk. Who cares if he was going to stain the cushions, he’ll just get one of the first years to clean it up and say he spilled his coffee creamer. Even better, he could get you to clean it, ah that did sound better, he’ll settle for that then. Besides, you knew how messy he always gets, and this was your fault.  

Gojo: Oh? Now? Even though I'm at work?

If you were to look up the definition of hypocrite, Gojos picture would be right there. Metal clanking sound of his belt unbuckling filled the room and with a fervent sense of urgency, Gojo pale hands reached down to shimy his pants just enough so the bulge of his dick pressing against the grey cloth of his boxers could be seen.

You: 🥺 please daddy?

Now he really couldn't stop, especially since you just called him by his all time favorite pet-name. Gojo let out a chuckle as he pressed the call button and put the phone up to his ear, while his other hand carefully pulled out his throbbing length. It only took a couple rings for you to pick up and the sound of your cute voice to flow out like a melody that made Gojo unintentionally slightly buck his hips to the palm of his hand. 

“G-Gojo?”

“Hey baby~”

You didn't even have to be there to know there was a wide shit-eating smile on Gojo face, just the way he spoke gave him away. It made you bite your lip, and for a quick moment you almost forgot your whole plan and gave in to the impulse to relinquish all control and become victim to his incessant teasing like you always did. Almost.

“A-are you alone?”

Gojo chuckled and let out a hum in affirmation.

“Why? You scared that someones gonna walk in and see me touching myself to your pretty voice?”

You fisted the material to his shirt and bit your lip, a deep red blush creeping on your face.

“Gojo... please...”

A milky white bead of pre-cum started to emerge from the tip of Gojo’s cock, and he used the pad of his thumb to smear the sticky liquid around the head. It was almost embarrassing what just hearing you whine did to him.  

“ I’m alone naughty girl, why don’t you tell me what you're wearing” Slowly, Gojo started to guide his palm up and down his disk,  his stomach tightening at the sudden rush of pleasure. 

“Im wearing your shirt right now... i-it smells like you.....I miss you..”

“Of course you do cupcake,” Gojo said with a breathy groan, watching his hand gliding up and down his shaft. It was so large compared to yours, so rough too, not nearly as soft and warm as your petite hands but his own would have to do for now. “So what are you gonna do now, touch yourself in my t-shirt? Or are you going to be a good girl and tell me why you’re so desperate today.”

There was a silence and you had to bite back your lip to stifle a giggle. 

“Mmmmm.... nah.” 

“What.”

A giddy smile grew on your face as you basked in your boyfriend's confusion. Who knew this power rush could feel so good?

“No to both. Guess i'm not feeling it anymore. Whelp, Bye!”

Before Gojo could say anything you had already hung up, leaving him alone with a painful hard-on in his hand. When he pressed the call button again it went straight to voicemail, the sweet innocent sound of your voice echoing in his head like a vexing taunt, only serving to increase his need for release. The tip of his cock was an angry red and prominent veins lined the sides, only accentuated due to the combined arousal and frustration. After a moment of silence taking in the situation, Gojo let out a soft chuckle and ran a hand through his white hair. 

“Damn, she got me good.” You did learn from the best after all. Sure he was pissed, but even more though, Gojo was excited. His mind was already racing with ways to punish you, ways to have you begging for his forgiveness-pretty voice muffled as he shoves his cock down your throat. He glanced at the clock on the wall, and in that moment he had never hated his job as a teacher more. 

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There is no warning when Gojo enters the house. You thought you’d at least hear the door swing open and be given some time to hide from your definite impending doom, but it had seemed like you severely miscalculated.

“Hey Kikifufu~”

The voice comes from behind you, sending chills across your body and making you jump in surprise. 

Shit, he teleported.

Of course he teleported. 

When you turn around to face Gojo, you suddenly become aware of how small you are in comparison to him. He was practically towering over you and the look his blue eyes gave you made you clench your thighs together. It didn't help that an overpowering wave of his scent flooded your senses which accompanied his presence, the smell of strong sologne combined with the scent of sugar and lemongrass made your mind grow hazy.  

“Amusing stunt you pulled while I was at work”

“Yeah? Did you like it?” You ask, knowing full damn well he didn't. He hummed and took a step forward to close the gap between you, and you gasp when you feel your back press against the wall. You're still in his grey oversized tshirt, completely naked underneath, which you now understand was a fatal mistake.

“mm~ In fact, I was almost impressed” 

Gojos words come out low, laced with lust, and you jump when you feel one of your hands slide up the inside of your thigh. 

“Who knew you were such a dirty whore y/n”

You let out a soft moan when he slips a long finger in you and curls the digit in a ‘come here’ motion that has you grabbing onto Gojo’s bicep for support. His pace is agonizingly slow and you attempt to hump his hands for more friction to no avail.

“Satoru...more,” It hasn't even been a minute yet and you're already drowning in the pleasure that just one of his fingers is giving you. But the bliss doesn't last long, and in a couple seconds you feel empty again, the sweet taste of pleasure escaping from your grasps. Your brows furrow at the sudden emptiness in you and you whine in annoyance.

“Oh? You think i'm just going to give you what you want, after what you did?” Gojo grinned and it dawned on you what a fatal mistake you had made. You don't realize what's going on until you feel a harsh slap on your bare ass, making you cry at the burning sensation dancing on your flesh.

“Count.” 

When returning back to reality, you find yourself naked bent over Gojo’s leg while he sits on the bed, your butt sticking up in the air while he kneaded the abused skin in his palm.

“Don't make me repeat myself princess~”

The sound of skin against skin echoes through the room again and the pain has you digging your nails into your palms as your eyes grow glassy with tears.  

“Two!” You wail out.

“I don't like doing this you know baby” Another slap lands on your ass, this one harder than the last and you cry out in pain. “But mistakes can't go on punished.” He rubs soothing circles on the abused red skin before winding his hand back to land another slap.

“F-four!” tears were now rolling down your cheeks, your body quivering uncontrollably. Your sensitive skin felt like it was on fire, your nerves tingling as Gojo letting his hands gently glide over the welting skin. 

“Shit you like this don't you angel? Look, your fucking dripping” Two fingers glide along your slit front to back, collecting your juices before pushing into you. The wet clicking sounds of your folds coated in wetness was almost embarrassing with how loud they are, and Gojo flips on your back so he is hovering over your body while his fingers pump in and out of you. 

“Yes yes yesyesyes-”You roll your hips against Gojo’s palm and he adds another finger in you. His free hand rests heavy and hot on your belly, pressing down as his fingers curl up in a way you’re far too familiar with. 

“Where is that unwavering confidence now?” He tauntingly asked but your to lost in the pleasure to respond.The way his fingers tap on your G-spot has the muscles in your legs tightening as the dense warmth in your stomach teetered on the breaking point, but before it could break, Gojo removes his fingers.You let out an incredibly loud whine as your orgasm shrank back, your hips bucking wildly to try and gain the lost friction. “no! no, no, no, Satrou!”

“Want me to fuck your pretty pussy? Make you feel good?” He snickers darkly, the way his blue eyes stare down make you clench around nothing. “Then beg.” Fuck he was so full of himself, but at this point you had already given up whatever pride you had left to care.

“M’please I- ” You could feel his eyes watching you intently, burning the image of your tear stained face into his head,

“Almost there sweetheart,” His thumb finds your swollen clit and he starts to rub slow circles on the oversensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Please fuck me please please m’need you *hic*, wanna *hic* cum so bad-” Your voice is cut off when Gojo attacks your lips with his own, muffling your scream with a sloppy kiss as he thrusts into you. The stretch is insane, border-line painful even though you had taken it countless times before. But you don't complain, not when he is filling you so deep and when he’s kissing you everywhere, making sure you feel nothing else but him. And he does just that. There is nothing around you anymore, nobody on earth except the two of you, his entire being consumes you until your mind is only filled with him. 

Gojo. Gojo. Gojo. Gojo. Gojo.

You dont even recognize your own voice at this point, screaming out his name as Gojo pistons into you with brute force. 

“Oh- don’t stop, please don’t stop!” Your babbling strung out of your lips without much of a thought other than how deliciously good he was fucking you, his thick cock driving in and out of your velvet walls. 

“Shit, Look at you. You aren’t even making any Goddamn sense.” Gojo avowed. “You like it when I fuck you stupid, huh? Like being a warmhole for me to breed?” He pressed your thighs down so they are flushed against your chest, effectively folding you in half into a brutal mating press. The new angle has you squirming against his hold  due to the new tickling feeling it created in your stomach. 

“Come on, talk to me y/n, tell me how good you feel, how good im fucking you”

Gojo groaned, keeping up his brutal pace, his breathing becoming jagged and irregular. He was close, and you were as well. You could practically taste your orgasm on the tip of your tongue and your hips bucked up to meet Gojos in a weak attempt to match his pace.

“S’good,” you slur out, “m’so happy..huuh...”It was as if you were made for each other, your cunt sucking him in with each push and shove that hit at just the right spots. With every brush of the tip of his dick against your cervix, black spots filled your vision and pushed you closer to your high. 

“You gonna cum baby? *hah* Come on pretty girl, cum, fucking cum” Gojos hand flew to rapidly rub your clit back and forth, hurtling you towards your orgasm. Your pussy tightens so hard around Gojo’s cock that he has to stop his thrusts, your mouth grows lax as you feel yourself splitting in two, coming with his cock buried deep inside you. 

“That's it,” Gojo fucks you through your orgasm, pouring the last of his strength into chasing his own high. His thrusts became sloppy, hips stuttering before he stilled his hips flushed against your, burying himself in your creamy cunny.

“Fuck fuck fuck FUCK”

Gojo’s grip tightened significantly, a loud moan of your name slipping from his lips as his own orgasm washed over him, coming so hard he sees white. Even though you were oversensitive, he continues to ride his orgasm, lazily thrusting into you until it starts to become borderline painful. Finally, he slips out and collapses at your side, pulling your body into his chest, not caring for the fact that both of your bodies were slick with sweat.

[syzxu]

"Uhm, what room is this?"

AU: RobloxDoors!MC Genre: idk, something good Warnings: Cursing/Swearing Notes: MC thinks it's another floor and believes the others are either traps or deadweight.

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Creeeak..!

Bzzt, thump!

Knock, knock, knock!

Bang, bang!

All kinds of creepy sounds could be heard left and right, up and down. Everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

It's almost like going insane.

Well, who wouldn't lose their sanity from a seemingly endless array of rooms? Each damn door always led to various but repetitive rooms. There's always another door to open but never the exit.

Creaaak, RrrRrrRrrRrr.. (rolling ball)

Great, another dark room. Lemme just turn on my flash...

As soon as I turn it on and point it forward, a floating orb with a face with short tentacles screamed at me.

"YYAAA!"

"AH, FUCK!-"

I land on my butt, finding the damn thing nowhere to be seen. Damn Screech...

I stand up and go through the dark room, looting the place and getting to the next door.

Once I open it, large eyes planted themselves onto the walls. Staring at me with either curiosity or indifference. Like they know something I don't.

Fortunately, I do know something. In a few rooms, he will appear.

I ignore these eyes, going to the next room where more of them appeared. Each with corresponding sounds of thumps and cracks.

With each room I go through, these eyes just kept increasing in number. All of them stared at my very soul, itching away at the last specks of sanity in me.

Until the next room was a long hallway, and the eyes completely disappeared. A loud silence fills the room despite the thunderstorm outside.

I look ahead, and I see the little numbers on the door plate. 78.. Just a few more until 100.

I slowly start to walk forward, keeping my feet on the luxurious red carpet. I get close to the door and instinctively, feel a shiver up my spine.

I look behind me, seeing "him".

This black gooey humanoid was climbing out of the floor, surrounded by the same goo. And his eye, the same eye as the others in the previous rooms. The only thing different is that its curiosity is mixed with hostility.

The room was also engulfed in this red color, swirling around trying to get to me.

I quickly start running, not looking back as loud thumps echoed behind me. My whole body was shaking with adrenaline, being able to quickly react when I'm going towards the wrong door.

Thump, thump, thump!!

I'm scared. I don't want to die. Not when I'm so close.

Thump, thump, thump!!

My heart almost beat out of my chest when I go through the sixth door, the same hallway but with large gooey hands trying to grab from outside. The chandeliers have fallen and created a fire in the room. Shards of glass glittered on the floor and the thunderstorm sounded way louder than before the windows broke.

The door in front of me opened, allowing me to run inside. Safe from the boss just outside the room.

The door slammed close just as he got close, followed by bangs on the door and the red light coming from outside shining bright with each bang. Until it was all quiet.

I stare at the door, my hand on my chest as I heave breaths. My whole body shook from the excess adrenaline and gave out from sheer terror.

God, I am sick of this. Why am I still dreaming? Am I even dreaming? This feels way too real to be a dream. Fuck this, I just want to wake up already.

A blue light shined behind me, making me aware of the next room. Let's just get this over with.

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"How is Dupe in room 99?" I asked nobody in particular, looking between the two doors. One had the number 99 and the other 666.

"Uhm.." It's pretty obvious one is a fake and the other is real. But why do I feel I'm being called by the other room? Which is weird cause I don't remember anything before I entered this hotel. Nothing.

I slowly stepped toward door 666, hovering my hand on the handle when I heard voices on the other side. Wait, voices? Is this a trap?

I grab my crucifix, which I've been putting on hold just in case there was a boss in room 100. Dupe is probably the other door, seeing as this door hasn't jumped me yet.

I let out a breath and opened the door quickly, using the crucifix as my shield.

...

It's strangely quiet. No distant lightning, no pitter-patter on the window. Not even the sound of the lights flickering.

I opened my eyes and saw a big hall, with colors that are different from the rooms I usually saw. The colors I first saw were darkish purple.

And one bright red-wearing person in the middle of the hall.

"Uhm.."

I look back from where I came from and found the void seeping into the room when the door closed by itself.

Staring forward again, I notice the other people in the room and quickly hide the crucifix behind me, the embarrassment rushing to my face.

"So.. what room is this?"

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The new exchange student seemed.. strange to say the least.

They look unkempt and messy. Aren't humans known to be quite the clean freaks? Well, considering that they had a crucifix earlier, they could be in a religious cult.

"..shshh...roo...shh.." The first thing the human said. Lord Diavolo had a troubled look on his face. It seems I'm not the only one.

Their voice was barely decipherable. There was this noise that scratches while they talk.

Lord Diavolo could only clear his throat and start with the welcoming process.

"Ahem. Welcome to the Devildom!" His voice boomed throughout the hall. Another strange thing, the human didn't seem frightened by it.

However, they became cautious. Judging by the way they started wandering around the room. Hm?

"You have been selected to be an exchange student in the Royal Academy of Diavolo, RAD for short." Lord Diavolo smiled brightly, watching the human with interest as they get comfortable with the situation.

Too comfortable in fact. They had suddenly stepped into a near cupboard, being extremely quiet.

Beelzebub's crunching could only cut the silence for so long.

"Ahem, uhm.." Lord Diavolo's smile cracked a little, seeming confused about what to do. He glanced at Barbatos, the butler quickly springing to action.

The green-haired butler walked towards the cupboards where the human was and knocked, the human slightly opening the doors to peek.

"...is...shhh..ne..?" The human spoke again, their voice mixed with this strange noise. Barbatos seemed to understand them at least.

He donned a calm smile, nodding and reassuring the human.

The human stayed quiet and after a minute, they stepped out once again into the light and everyone's sight.

Very strange indeed.

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It doesn't seem like Rush, or any of the other monsters are on this new floor. Seeing as they were so confused when I hid.

Perhaps this floor might be safe?.. What were the lights flickering for then? Sometimes, the lights flickered late and would often cause me near-death experiences.

The people in front of me have been talking for a while. Explaining what my situation is and what is expected of me in the school.

This is weird, wasn't I just in a hotel earlier? Why am I a student now?

"...Understood?" The black-haired one asked me with a stern look, his arms crossed on his back.

I mean, I wasn't really listening. Kinda like skimming but with audio instead.

I nodded and drifted off into my thoughts again. Listening to their conversation wasn't a priority in my brain.

Reaching the exit was and still is my number one priority. And listening to their stupid conversation about school isn't going to help me reach it.

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Couldn't wait to put this out, even tho there are probably not enough words idk. gonna do part two later