#the only questionable thing about him is his huge ass horse tattoo

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My pet

Genre: romance, smut, normal AU with no quirks, university!reader x professor! Dabi,

Summary: Maybe skipping his class wasn’t such a bad idea. After all, the detention could wait for some other time, not like you weren’t getting sick of it anyway.

Words: 6.8k

Warnings: 18+, praise kink, bit of fingering in public place, semi public sex, unprotected sex, creampie.

Taking a deep breath you tried to calm yourself down a little. From all the papers, you had to lose the one from Professors Aizawa’s classes, which was pretty important. And the fact that he had a pretty big dislike of you didn’t help either, since you were sure that he will nag about it a whole moth or give you little to no time to write it again.

Rolling your eyes, you collected all the papers on the floor, putting them in one box, accepted the fact that your paper is nowhere to be found. With a big sigh you stood up and poured the hot coffee in your cup to go, before you took your bag from the floor and left your apartment.

You weren’t in the mood for Uni today, but at least you had only few classes, which meant you won’t spend much time there.

You checked your phone one last time, before you locked the door and hurried downstairs to catch your bus. Using the app, you always checked when will the bus arrive, giving yourself 5 minutes to catch it. This time you went out a bit earlier, since Aizawa’s class was the first one. After all you didn’t have the paper done, you couldn’t afford yourself more shit with being late.

,,Fuck’’ you hissed when you saw the bus already on the bus stop. You were about to run, but once you noticed all the people squished in it, you couldn’t force yourself to do it. After all, you were never sporty, every time you had to run to catch the bus, he would simply speed off and leave you half dead on the bus stop. Yeah, you had a condition of a dead horse.

,,I’ll be a bit late’’

you texted your best friend Mina as you sat on the small waiting bench. The next bus will arrive in 8 Minutes, which was enough time for you to smoke one. Upset about everything, you smoked your cigarette almost aggressively, puffing on it like it was your last one.

You don’t run. There is always a possibility that you will die if you run. So, it’s better if you come a bit late, then not at all. You thought to yourself.

Some people don’t come to the classes at all and no one gives a shit, yet you are worried about some stupid paper and being late.

When the bus arrived, you turned the cigarette off and got inside, finding yourself an empty seat as you hopped into it. Momo texted you that Aizawa is not even there and that maybe there’s a chance you’ll arrive before him.

Of course there’s no chance you’ll be able to do it, since the bus driver took his time driving. You were sure they had something against you. When you are trying to catch a bus, they suddenly turn into Formula 1 drivers as they speed off, but when you are inside of the bus, they follow every possible rule and drive so slow.

The moment you arrived, you walked pretty fast surprisingly, every second step you took, you tried to force yourself to run. You tried to push yourself between the students that had their best time in the fucking hallway of the Uni. Most of them giving you a weird looks as you started to run for the first time, upstairs.

Opening the door of the huge class, you stood there confused. The man standing there wasn’t Aizawa, so you looked around to check if the classroom was the correct one. It was. Scanning the room, you saw Momo in the last row giggling at you. Giving the man one last look, you made your way to your best friend.

,, You didn’t check your messages, did you?’’ She whispered quietly, as you hopped between her and Mina. Shaking your head you took out your notebook and placed it on the table, while Momo explained to you what’s going on.

So, Aizawa had some problems which forced him to be absent for the next 6 months, making his assistant Touya Todoroki take over his classes.

The three of you chit chatted quietly, as your new so called Professor was calling out your names to mark the list. Like in high school, you thought to your self as you put your hand up when your last name was called. Professor Aizawa never did that, one look was enough for him to notice who is absent and who’s not.

Everyone knew Touya Todoroki. He was around your age, and that made students a little bit more comfortable around him. You heard that he finished Uni one or two years ago, being one of the top students. Being that smart, and Aizawa’s one of favorites, they gave him the chance to work there as his assistant.

In your opinion, joking around with the students wasn’t really smart of him, since there’s always a possibility that they won’t take him seriously later on. But hey, maybe you were wrong.

Once the introduction was done, and he said enough about himself and all the plans Aizawa had for the next 6 months, he said that he’ll call your names out in alphabetical order, for you to give him your paper and sign the list he prepared for it.

You felt a bit uneasy when you realized that till now, all of them had their work finished and the possibility that you’re the only one that didn’t have it made your stomach twist.

When your name was called out, you thought about some lies you could tell him, none of them good enough.

,,I’ve lost it’’ you breathed out as you clapped your hands and slowly nodded your head. He gave you the ‘’are you serious’’ look as you stood there embarrassed a bit.

,,Is that even possible ?’’ he asked as he raised his brow at you, eying you out while you played with your fingers nervously.

,, Obviously, it is’’ you said, crossing your arms on your chest. What kind of question is that even? People come here and lie about their test being eaten by their pets, yet your honest and sad excuse was suspicious to him.

,, When is the next date ?’’ you added, hoping he’ll give you enough time to write it again.

,,Tomorrow’’ he said, not even looking at you.

,, WHAT ?’’ a scream escaped your lips, loud enough for everyone in the class to hear and look at you. Is this dude insane ? Even tho Aizawa didn’t like you, he would still give you maybe a week to finish it.

,,Take it or leave it’’ he said, with a small smile formed on his lips, like he didn’t just tell you to do something impossible. Rolling your eyes shamelessly, you turned around and made your way toward your seat, where Momo and Mina waited excitedly to ask you what happened and so on.

The moment your last class finished, you had to cancel all of your plans, making your way home immediately after it. That day, you couldn’t even afford yourself to make a lunch or dinner, since every second and minute counted. The only food for you was coffee and cigarettes that day.

The good thing was, that you remembered lots of things you already wrote, but sadly, the paper wasn’t really small, forcing you to write and write without taking even a small break.

You hoped that you’ll finish it till 11PM, since your first class started early in the morning, at 7 AM. Sadly your big hope sank like Titanic when you checked what time it was when you almost finished your paper.

It was fucking 3:37 AM.

That disgusting motherfucker, you thoguht to yourself, as you imagined how great it would feel if you had the possibility to break his fucking tattooed neck.

The moment you heard the alarm, you wished you were dead. If someone placed a gun on your forehead at that moment, you would probably beg him to shoot you. Taking more time then usual, you found yourself being late again. This time you didn’t give a single shit about it. You didn’t give a shit about looking like half dead bird, with your hair tied up in way too messy bun and dark circles under your eyes.

Stomping into the classroom, you didn’t bother to look or greet anyone, forcing yourself to sit in the first row, since more students remembered that they actually go to Uni and suddenly decided that today is the best day to show up. Mina and Momo didn’t sit close to each other or to you either, since the class was unusually much fuller.

Grabbing your phone out of your pocked, once it started to vibrate, you saw that Mina and Momo were writing shit in your little group chat.

,, Are we having this piece of shit all day?’’

you texted, ignoring the topic they were writing about.

,, Yeah, we’ll have one and half hour break in between, and then him again. I don’t mind it tho. Dude’s handsome as fuck’’

Mina replied, making you roll your eyes.

,, Handsome as fuck my ass. Bro looks like random junkie from the main train station’’

you tapped furiously sending the message, scrolling down your Instagram feed, not even bothering to look at him, when he called your name out when he checked the absence list.

,,No phone in my class’’ he said loud enough, when he noticed it. Ignoring his statement, you just continued to use your phone. It’s not his problem if you are using your phone, it’s not his fucking problem if you decide not to follow his class and fail it at the end. Sure, if you were interrupting the class, then it would make some sense. But since you didn’t interrupt him or anyone, it shouldn’t bother him at all.

In one moment, you had your phone in your hands, the next one it was snatched from your hands. Looking up, you saw him standing in front of the desk you sat in, with your phone in his hands, scanning the room if anyone else was using it too. Both Mina and Momo hid their phones fast, when they realized what just happened.

He stood there quietly as he did something on your phone. The only thing you could see was his thumb scrolling something on your phone up. Whatever it was, he had no fucking right to do it and it made your blood boil.

,, There is something called privacy, you sick fuck’’ you hissed loudly. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the fact that you had less then one day to finish your paper, but you couldn’t stop yourself from insulting him. The moment you spat those words, you felt his eyes on yours. You noticed a small smirk formed on his lips as he turned your phone off.

,, You just got yourself in detention Miss.’’ He said, as he placed his phone on his desk ignoring your complains.

At that point you weren’t sure if he got all the dislike on you from Aizawa, or if you had that kind of personality that made people easily dislike you. Sure, maybe you overacted and embarrassed yourself in front of the whole class, but in your defense, he didn’t have the right to do it. None of the students were children. All of you had the right to decide on your own if you will pay attention to the class or not.

When the first class was done, Mina and Momo came to you immediately, eyes wide in shock as they talked about what just happened. The two of them waited for you beside the door, as you took your finished paper and made your way toward his desk.

He pushed your phone from the end of the desk toward your direction, as he told your friends that there’s no need to wait for you. Confused, they left immediately, not wanting to pull themselves into troubler or give you more of it.

,, Sit down’’ he said, as you stood there confused as well, gripping tightly onto your paper. Being a bit lost, you didn’t follow him immediately, standing there totally lost.

,, Sit the fuck down’’ he repeated, this time a little louder. You sat there, eyes wide open in shock. Sure, he started off as someone that looked like all of your classes would be fun with him, but with todays actions, and the small amount of time he gave you, definitely changed the view of him to the rest of the students. To you even more, since his sudden behavior wasn’t really pleasing.

,, Paper’’ he simply said, as he tapped with his hand on his desk. You gave it to him immediately, not sure if you are allowed to leave or not, also unsure if you can take your phone or not anymore.

,,Good, now go clean the desks or whatever’’ he said as he took your paper, scanning it a little bit.

,, You gotta be kidding me’’ you laughed. This dude has some serious issues, you thought to yourself. ,, We ain’t in fucking high school’’ you hissed. You were about to grab your phone, but his hand stopped you, as he grabbed your wrist with his left hand.

Without saying another word, he just shook his head towards the direction where the small bucket was. Usually prepared for the Cleaning lady that does her job once the class is over.

You wanted to make even more drama, and curse him out instead of apologizing for interrupting his class, but at that moment you didn’t have the balls for it. First of all, because you were pretty sure he was in contact with Prof. Aizawa all the time, and second, it was already clear enough that he dislikes you more then Aizawa does.

You took a deep breath, as you prepared the water. Hoping he will let you go soon, since everyone else is already on the break and if you were being honest, you were getting pretty hungry.

The whole time, he just ignored you as he was correcting your paper. He already corrected the paper the rest of the class turned in, so he wanted you to have your note too. Aizawa told him about you, never paying attention to the class and appearing just to avoid the shit you could get for missing the classes. He heard enough about all of you, and he wanted to make sure none of you will misunderstand him just because of his young age. Starting of with you, and giving one good example to everyone else. Sure, it wasn’t very nice of him to give you less then one day to finish your paper, but only you were the one without it, and he didn’t want to wait too long for it and make you lose the little focus you had on the rest of the class. He was pretty sure you would mostly focus on the paper you had to write, ignoring the other stuff he prepared.

You took your time cleaning the desks, humming some song that was in your head last few days. When you finished your task, you made your way toward his desk. Sitting down to the desk in front of his own, you wanted to ask him if you may leave or take your phone, but somehow it felt too weird to do it.

,, Spit it out’’ he said, his eyes focused on the paper you gave him. Of course he noticed the little uncomfortable glances you gave him, and the way you played with your fingers. Something about it gave him the feeling of power, in some weird twisted way.

,, Can I go ?’’ you asked fast.

,,No’’ he replied as fast as you asked, like he was prepared for you to ask him that, making you whine loudly. You were pretty sure if it was Prof. Aizawa instead of him, you wouldn’t even dare to react that way.

,, Text your friends to bring you something to eat. You ain’t having the break today’’ he said, still correcting the paper. With a huge sigh you took your phone and turned it on. Messages popping up one after other. Mina and Momo cursing him out, sharing their location with you and simply being worried a bit. You told them about the break thing and asked them to bring you some snack, as you complained how he’s actually torturing you.

His coughing took your attention, making you place your phone on the table as you watched him stretch his arms out, as he placed your paper in front of you. Your eyes widened when you saw a huge D and 52% written on your paper. Some students would just be happy they passed, but not you. The worst grade you ever got in last two years was C, and yet you almost failed this fucking paper, only few percent’s saving your ass.

,, The beginning was alright. You missed lots of points. In the middle, some stuff you wrote didn’t make sense at all.’’ He sighed as he rubbed his right eye a bit before he continued telling you what you fucked up.

,, The end was terrible, from all the facts you wrote, to your grammar. It was painful to read ’’ He added, as he played with the pen in his hands.

,, Not sure what you expected from me when you gave me less then 24 hours to finish this shit.’’ You spat, anger taking over you again. At this point you found yourself missing Aizawa, and first time you felt unsure if you will be able to pass this class.

,,Is this detention done now? Can I leave now ?’’ you asked, wanting this shit finally to be over, ignoring his words from before that you won’t have a break today. At your surprise he just laughed you out, pissing you off even more if it was possible at all.

,, This ain’t your detention sweetie’’ he laughed, as he took his phone out of his pocket. Telling you how you will have to stay every day after classes for 1 to 2 hours to help him prepare his stuff for next classes. For the next four weeks.

You weren’t sure if he was joking around or not. You knew that some students had to do it, for example, Mina had to do it for a whole week, since she pissed off your Professor Shigaraki, always being late to his classes last year.

The next day, you ignored what he told you, as you made your way toward the exit when the class was done, only to be stopped as he called your last name out. That was enough for you to understand that he wasn’t joking around, and that the next four weeks you will have to give up 1 to 2 hours of your precious time.

At the beginning all you had to do was print the papers he prepared for the classes, and grab some stuff he needed while he was writing something down, or correcting some shit. You found yourself regretting the decision to go to that fucking uni. Usually professors don’t give a damn if a student pays attention to the class, if he passes or fail. They are here to teach, not discipline and if you feel like failing, that’s your issue. Well, not in this case. You felt like they enjoyed torturing y’all just for their own satisfaction.

Later on he would command you in the middle of the class to grab something out the office, since you already spent few hours in it, knowing where his stuff is. You also got yourself a new nickname in class, which was ‘’Todoroki’s pet’’.

,, Chill out, you only have 3 more weeks’’ Mina said as she took a bite of her sandwich, saying how she knows how you feel.

,, Bitch, no one called you Shigaraki’s pet. This is embarrassing’’ you whined, taking a sip of your coffee. The two of you decided to ditch the rest of the classes, since it was his one anyway. She wasn’t in the mood to listen to anyone’s shit today, since she had one sleepless night, and you weren’t in mood to stay 2 extra hours.

Both of you spent some time in the café, gossiping about some people form your class and making plans for tonight. Since it was Friday, both of you wanted to enjoy your time a bit, instead of spending the night home being lazy as fuck. Mina told you that Keigo invited the three of you to his little house party that he made every now and then. Every time his parents would go somewhere because of work, he would throw a party that made him so famous among other students.

He knew you, Mina and Momo from the high school and he always got along with all three of you. Sometimes even tagging along with the three of you to grab a coffee, nagging about his affairs and so on.

Mina didn’t go home, since you invited her to come over to your place. Both of you getting a good ass nap before you got ready for the party. She wore some of your fancy clothes and you wore a simple white shirt, and your pastel purple strap dress over it, that hugged your curves perfectly. The two of you did your make up before you wore your black Martens boots and made your way to the party.

Momo was already waiting at the party for you, drinking her beer with Keigo. She placed her drink on the counter when she saw the two of you get in. There were already some people you knew, but you knew that in the matter of time the house will be full as fuck.

,, You two sick fucks, why did you leave me all alone today’’ she laughed out as she took one sip of her beer.

,, No one’s in the mood to talk about that fucktard and his annoying ass classes here.’’ You said loudly, as you made a drink for yourself, mixing Malibu with some cherry juice as Keigo asked the three of you what happened.

,, Professor fucking Todoroki is torturing the shit out of me.’’ You said as you placed a cigarette between your lips. ,, I never thought I’ll say this, but I really miss Aizawa’’ you said in one breath making your friends laugh at your sudden confession.

,, Ah, I heard about your new nickname tho’’ Keigo said with a huge grin on his face, making you roll your eyes. ,, What is it again?’’ he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You were about to tell him to shut the fuck up and drop this topic already, but a arm placed around your shoulders threw you out of the tact.

,, They call her My pet’’ a familiar voice said, making you almost choke on your drink. Momo’s eyes were looking at you in shock, and Mina tried to make herself unnoticed, since she skipped his classes with you today.

,, Bro, I heard that you are giving her some hard time. What did you do to my girl?’’ Keigo laughed loudly, as he greeted his ‘’friend’’. You sat there frozen, totally forgetting that you have a cigarette in your hand, that was now half way done. You weren’t sure how much he heard.

,, Nothing she didn’t deserve.’’ Your prof. answered, laughing together with Keigo. You forget that he was around your age, and that it shouldn’t be such a big deal to see him at party’s like this. After all, everyone enjoyed his company. You, Mina and Momo exchanged one look that told more then any word could. All of you grabbing your drink, before leaving the two of them in the kitchen.

,,What the fuck is he doing here ?’’ you spat out, not giving a shit if he will hear you or not.

,, I have no idea. This was so embarrassing’’ Mina said, laughing loudly as she drowned her drink down, grabbing another one immediately.

,, Why ?’’ Momo asked confused, making you ask yourself how much she drank already.

,,Girl, the fuck are you even asking ?’’ Mina asked her, still giggling around. ,, Usually people get smarter in Uni, what happened with you? ‘’ she added wrapping her arm around Momo’s shoulders.

,, Downgrade’’ you said, making your friends laugh, as Momo hit your arm lightly.

Keigo was playing the music, his phone connected to the large loudspeakers. At the beginning you hated his taste of music, but later on you simply got used to it and at some point you started liking the songs he would play.

The three of you were fooling around, chitchatting with some people you knew from Uni. Once you heard that Anxiety from Blackbear started playing, you made your way toward the kitchen where Keigo was. The moment he saw you he started making some silly dance moves, as you immediately started to hop around and copy his moves. The first time he showed you this song, you literally hated it so much, only later on to learn every word as it became the song of you two.

He started singing as you prepared another drink for yourself, waving your left arm in the air like Keigo did, following the beat of the song. At that point, you didn’t give a fuck about the presence of your Prof, since it looked like he didn’t really want to bother you either.

,, Having fun?’’ Keigo asked, as he placed his glass in front of your lips, forcing you to drink every drop of his drink.

,, Disgusting’’ you hissed, making a face. He laughed at your silly face and reaction as he pat your head. Taking a sip of your sweet drink, trying to cover up the Whisky he just gave you.

,, Touya, your detention ain’t shit. She still doesn’t have any manners’’ Keigo joked, as he shook his head a little.

,, I’m working on it’’ He answered, a small smirk appearing on his lips.

,, Oh shut the fuck up, both of you’’ you blurted, trying not to give them much reaction, since you were pretty sure they were just provoking you at this point. The two of them only laughed at your reaction, finding it cute.

Hopping of the long chair, you pulled your dress down, and made your way to find your friends. The house was full at this point. Greeting every third person, you tried to find either Mina or Momo, only to give up at the end.

Not wanting to go back in the kitchen, you made your way upstairs where the guest room was. Keigo and Todoroki noticed you going upstairs as Keigo tired to call your name out, only to end up being ignored since you didn’t hear shit.

You hopped onto the bed, your feet still on the floor, since you were too lazy to take off your boots. You placed the small ashtray on the bed, and lit your cigarette as you watched the people in the small hallway dance around and have fun.

Taking your phone out of the small pocket of your dress, you sent a message to the group chat, asking your friends where they are and telling them that you are in the guest room. Dropping your phone to the side, you enjoyed your cigarette, and the muffed sounds of the music. Looking at the ceiling, you waited for your friends to reply or come finally, since you wanted to drink and have some more fun.

The moment you heard the door close, your body twitched up.

,, What do you want now ? ‘’ you hissed when you saw Todoroki making his way to sit next to you. Instead of answering you, he just sat beside you, taking the small box of cigarettes and lighting one with your lighter.

You did the same thing, trying to cover the fact that you indeed felt a little bit uncomfortable. You laid down again, ignoring his presence as you puffed on your cigarette. You could feel his stare on you, as you tried to pull your dress down a little, scared it showed more then is should.

He laid down next to you, placing the ashtray to the side. In that moment you wished you were drunk, since the whole situation was freaking you out a little.

,, Chill out doll, we ain’t at Uni.’’ He said, placing his hands under his head, answering your question only now.

He looked a bit different then usual. Wearing simple black shirt with jeans, and Nike airforce. It looked good, but it kinda felt weird since the only outfit you saw him in was the formal one, in the uni.

You tried to move to the side a little, since he was a bit too close. Placing the ashtray on the nightstand, you took it as excuse to move a bit form him. Sure, he was handsome as fuck, sure you wouldn’t mind him that close, laying down beside you, if he wasn’t your fucking professor for the next six fucking months.

He noticed you wiggling to the side. How could he not notice that, as your dress got a bit up without you even realizing it, giving him view of more skin. He’s not stupid, he knew he made you uncomfortable, but he liked it. He liked the way when some of your friends called you by your new nickname. He loved the fact that he marked you his, without trying at all.

The moment you stood up, realizing that your dress is showing more then you intended to, grabbing the edges of it and pulling it down while whispering small apologies, his dick twitched inside of his pants. He placed one more cigarette between his lips, as he grabbed your wrist, forcing you to sit on his lap and not giving a single fuck if you could feel his erection.

,, What’s wrong doll?’’ he asked once you gasped in surprise. He loved how you didn’t dare to complain or even say anything. But was there even something to say? Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t find yourself to form a normal sentence anymore.

,, You heard what Keigo said. ‘’ he whispered, as he inhaled the smoke of his cigarette. ,, That my detention ain’t shit’’ he added, his finger on your jaw now, making you look at him.

,,What should I do’’ he wondered out loud, turned on only by the confused look on your face. You weren’t sure if he already noticed, but all he did at that moment turned you on. His grip around your jaw got stronger, forcing you to open your mouth lightly, as his lips got closer to yours only to exhale the smoke in your mouth.

,, You know, I have to punish my pet for being absent today’’ he said, his face only inches away from your own. ,, Sure, I thought you were sick at first. But look at you, healthy as fuck’’ he said, his other hand squeezing your ass tightly as he pulled you closer to his body. The position you were in was embarrassing for you, and you were pretty sure if someone walked in, you would be labeled as Todoroki’s pet forever.

He placed you onto the bed, slowly standing up to turn off his cigarette. You weren’t even sure what was happening anymore. You just sat there on the bed, as he locked the door before he made his way back to you. Standing in front of you, looking down on you, he couldn’t hide the smirk that appeared on his face.

Pushing you back lightly, your upper body fell onto the mattress giving him a perfect view of you, before he hovered over your body. He wanted to fuck your brains out, he wanted to hear you scream his name all over again as he fucked you into the mattress, but he had to risk it all with a question. Since you were giving him mixed signals, he had to be sure you wanted this as much as he did.

,, You sure about this ?’’ he breathed out, hoping you won’t turn into a fucking brat again and storm out of the room, or make any other unnecessary scene.

,,Yes’’ you managed to nod your head. Sure, the risk for you was huge, but what could even happen anymore ? You were already labeled as his pet, because of the stupid detention.

,, Good. Fucking. Girl’’ he said pointing every word out, as he placed soft kisses all over your neck, leaving sloppy purple marks shamelessly. Your breathing got a bit heavier hearing these three words coming out of his mouth.

He didn’t have time for foreplay, first of all, because he wanted to be inside of you, second, because the risk of people noticing was too big. Sure, he was around your age, but at the end he would probably lose his job.

,, Someone’s calling you’’ he said, still abusing your neck. Ignoring the phone and his words, you just enjoyed the feeling of his lips on your neck, wanting more.

,,Pick it up doll’’ commending, he pulled your panties to the side, as he touched your clit, groaning loudly when he felt how wet you already are. The thought of fucking you while you were talking to your friends got in his mind, and he couldn’t ignore it at all.

,, Yes?’’ you asked, sounding whiny more then you should, while he played with your pussy.

,, Bitch, the door is locked’’ you heard Mina on the other line, eyes wide in shock. You tried to pull yourself up, but his hand stopped you as he pushed you back into the mattress.

,, I’m.. I’m not.. ahh shit ‘’ You almost moaned when the sudden feeling of pleasure and pain took over you, as he entered you without a warning. Throwing your head back, you tried to talk, you tried to think of something, anything, to tell to your friend.

Touya closed his eyes, enjoying how your walls felt around his dick. Your pussy felt like it was made just for him. And it felt even better once he heard you fight the moan, while you tried to talk to your friend.

,, Keep being good for me’’ he groaned quietly, as his hips started to move at rapidly speed.

,,Are you with someone?’’ Mina screamed, as you closed your eyes, feeling every inch of his dick moving in and out of your core. All you wanted to do was throw the fucking phone away, and enjoy what he was giving you.

,, Y-yeah, friend’’ you said, trying to hold the moans, as he fucked you hard. Mina hang up after she told you that they will wait for you in the kitchen with Keigo. The moment the call ended, you threw your phone on the bed, placing your hands on his shoulders, finding some comfort in it. You were sure that people could hear the bed slamming onto the walls, maybe even your moans that he muffed with his hand.

,, You feel so good, doll’’ he groaned, every move he made was getting stronger and faster, turning you into a whiny mess under him. You placed your lips on his neck, sucking and biting on it as you tried to keep your moans low. You felt a bit proud of the marks you left on his neck. If you were marked his, then that was the last thing you could do to mark him too. Even if it was a bit.

,, Touya, please’’ you cried when he slowed down. Snuggling your face into his neck, you took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down from the pleasure he was giving you. The slow moves were too painful for you, they made you feel every inch of his dick moving inside.

He moaned loudly when he heard his name slip out of your mouth. He wanted to hear more of it, he wanted to hear you beg for him while you say his name all over again.

,, You look so good when you want it’’ he said, tugging your hair back into the mattress, giving himself more access of your neck that was already marked by him, but of course that wasn’t enough.

,, Be my good girl and beg for it’’ he said, not moving at all. He wanted to destroy you, but at that moment he simply had to hear you beg for him.

,,Please Touya, I’ll be good. Please’’ you begged again, and that was more then enough for him.

,, That’s my good girl’’ he whispered, kissing your lips as he started to move his hips again. He was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow, enjoying the way you were whimpering under him as you wrapped your legs around him, trying to get him closer to you.

,,So close’’ you mumbled somehow, squeezing your eyes shut when you felt his fingers rub against your clit. Only few rubs were enough for you to catch your high, biting onto his shoulder as you came all over his dick.

,, Such a good girl’’ Touya said as his speed increased, shortly after it, he comes deep inside you, groaning into your neck, as your fingers found their way to his hair. You closed your eyes, feeling his seemen filling your pussy up. He continued to fuck you as he was riding out his orgasm, slowly fucking his cum back into your core.

The two of you took some time to catch your breaths. His dick still buried deep inside you. The moment he pulled it out, you whined loudly at the feeling of emptiness. Placing one more kiss on your lips, Touya pulled your panties down, cleaning the cum that was leaking out of you with them.

,, You gotta be kidding me’’ you gasped when you realized what he did, only getting a smirk as a response.

Once he was sure that you were clean now, he pushed your panties deep inside of his pocket, giving himself a little present that would remind him of you, before he commanded you to unlock your phone, so he could save his number in it. Immediately calling his own number.

,, Don’t ever think of skipping my class again for the next six months” he hissed, as he grabbed your jaw, forcing you into kiss. All you could do was nod in agreement, promising that you’ll attend his classes.

He gave you one more kiss, before he left. Telling you to wait a bit, before you follow him, to make it less suspicious. Laying down on bad, all fucked out, you smoked one cigarette as you sent a message to Mina and Momo, telling them that you’ll be there in few minutes, and asking them to make you a drink.

Once the cigarette was done, you found yourself going downstairs, noticing that Touya was already with Keigo, talking about something. The moment you stepped into the kitchen, Mina and Momo started laughing loudly.

,,Oh, I see what’s going on’’ Mina gasped figuring out what just happened. She wasn’t dumb. Maybe others didn’t realized, but your overly marked neck, and the few hickeys around his neck made your friends understand what happened. Not like Keigo didn’t already know, he was the first one to support his friend, making him follow you into the guest room.

The next days, you found yourself waiting excitedly for your detention. Enjoying the time you were spending with him. Enjoying the risky sex the two of you had in the class room, in his office or in the toilet of the University.

Touya didn’t test your limits anymore, he knew that you were ready to do anything for him, he knew that he had you under his spell. But as much as he had you, you had him. He found himself spoiling the shit out of you, driving you home, coming to your apartment almost every evening and buying you little presents you never asked for.

You loved how he couldn’t keep his hands off you, not even in front of the class, ready to risk it all for you. Ordering you to work on some of his papers, while everyone else was chit-chatting or simply playing on their phones when the lesion was done. He wanted to let them all go, so he could fuck you there on the desk, but since it was too early, he just told them to do whatsoever, as you sat beside him, focused on your work.

The small gasp that came out of your mouth, once you felt his hand on your tight, squeezing it tightly, turned him on even more. You don’t wear skirt when you are having classes everyday, he had to grab that chance he had served in front of him.

,, Not here’’ you whispered, trying to look like nothing’s happening at all.

,,Yes here’’ he answered quietly, as he acted it out like he was explaining something to you, slipping one finger into your core.

The way he pumped his finger in and out of you, acting like he ain’t doing shit was driving you crazy. Also the fact that anyone that payed a little bit more attention to you, could probably realize what was going on, didn’t help either. The adrenaline was rushing in your blood, as you squeezed your tights together, trying to tell him that he’s hitting the right spot.

That day he finger fucked you in front of everyone, making sure no one noticed. Even tho no one gave two shits about the two of you, every person in their own worlds, you felt like all eyes were on you. You felt like everyone knew what was going on, as your head hang low, hair covering your face enough for you to squeeze your eyes shut as you came all over his fingers.

Once you found yourself breathing normally, you took your phone, opening the message that Mina sent you.

,, Girl, you can’t be serious’’

The two of you made eye contact, laughing loudly. Well, someone in fact noticed, thankfully no one dangerous.

[vin-taege]

low expectations | 3

summary: after disappearing for six years to pursue law, you come back to Seoul, only to be hired by Jeon Jungkook, tattoo artist on the rise, and your high school ex

genre: angst, eventual smut, l2e2l (lovers to enemies [kinda?] to lovers)

pairing: tattoo artist!jungkook x lawyer!reader

words: 3k+

note: i am back

"Mmm holy shit, I missed bread," You stared at Taehyung, who was shamelessly stuffing croissant after croissant in his face. Jimin sipped his latte awkwardly. Jungkook was back in his usual reserved state, silent, though visibly disturbed by Taehyung's lack of table etiquette. The whole table was captivated by the tattoo artist's seemingly never ending appetite, and at this point, Jungkook began to regret letting him borrow his credit card. Namjoon was first to break the silence. 

"So," he cleared his throat. "We came up with a list of possible suspects. The cocaine packet we found was already sent to a facility for DNA testing.”

"It's not exactly a list. More like one person," you got the case file out your bag. What back then was a thin folder filled with a singular page was now filled with paperclips and slightly dishevelled pages - the fruit of your research with Namjoon. You took the picture you printed out of the Gwangju rapper and put it beside a recent picture of Jung. "Don't these two conveniently look alike?" 

Jungkook leaned in to get a closer look, eyes straining to grasp any familiar features he could pick up from the low quality print. Suddenly, Yoongi jolted up, snatching the picture from the table. "How did you get this?"

"You know him?"

"Yeah, it's Hoseok. He went under the name 'J-Hope' back then until he just disappeared."

Taehyung hacked back a cough, a huge chunk of bread lodging itself in his throat. Jimin thumped him worriedly on the back, waving the rest of you off to ignore them. You continued questioning Yoongi." Joon, write this down. Can you elaborate on that?"

"I went against him back then Gyeongsangnam."

"He sucked ass."

"No, I mean, what happened after? Did you notice anything interesting about him? Something out of place?"

"Oh, well... From what I recall, he does look awfully a lot like Minho. Almost the same person. It's weird because they have the same last name too."

Namjoon shared a wary look with you. "Changing identities is very common for people in the illegal drugs industry. I'll get someone from the firm to run a background check on him."

You nodded. "Anything else?"

"I remember the police coming to raid the place. You know how there are some underground rapping contests? Ours was really underground. No ads, only word of mouth. You have to know someone there to get in. So we knew someone must've fucked up real bad for the police to get involved."

That's why you couldn't find any musical records or history on him. Namjoon was typing away at his laptop, seemingly getting the same idea.

"To be fair, nothing we did was illegal. The competition, the prize money, all legal. But that wasn't the problem. The problem was they caught Hoseok possessing marijuana. They shut everything down and took him with them. Never seen him ever since."

Everyone went silent again - even Taehyung ceased his coughing. Namjoon finished typing, readjusting his glasses." What year did that happen?"

"Somewhere in 2013. I think it was in April?"

"You mean to say,"  Jimin spoke up. "This Hoseok guy coincidentally disappeared six months before Soliloqy opened?”

Your jaw dropped, Namjoon mirroring your shocked expression. The tattoo artists looked at you in confusion, not getting what the big fuss was about. You lightly backhanded Namjoon on the chest, “Our theory’s plausible.”

“What theory?” Jungkook cut in. He wasn’t too worried about the case at first, but now that there were mentions of underground drug deals, he felt a bigger threat lurking around in the shadows. He just wants to be left alone - doesn’t want to lose the shop he risked everything for. 

“Hoseok and Minho are the same guy. We don’t have enough evidence to prove this, but we’ll continue to dig into it. The drugs, the blurry photos, Minho rarely seen outside and when he is, he’s always wearing a mask - these all scream fishy to me,” you paused to slide the pictures back into the folder, returning it into your bag. 

Taehyung slurped noisily on his iced tea. “This is some Scoobydoo shit.” He tapped his fork on his plate, confused to be met with the clinking of silverware. Bread crumbs and smears of strawberry jam greeted him, making him pout. Tugging Jungkook’s sleeve, he pointed his fork at his empty plate. “I’m all out.”

“Jesus Christ,” Jungkook rolled his eyes. He dug his credit card out his wallet for the nth time and placed it on Taehyung’s side. The older boy looked expectantly at him. “Well?”

“Can’t you buy it for me?”

“Oh my god-”

“I’ll buy it for you,” you smiled endearingly at Taehyung. He grinned back at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Jungkook stilled, an unreadable expression on his face. Without waiting for him to respond, you stood up, leaving the table and stood in line at the counter. 

To your surprise, Jungkook followed after you, taking his place behind you in line. “You don’t have to. He’s already spent over 30 000 won on pastries, and it’s only been two hours.”

“Oh come on, you’re acting as if we weren’t close back in high school,” you froze, realizing how wrong your words might have sounded. Back then, you could read him like an open book. Knew exactly what would set him up, where his boundaries were. But now, it was like walking on eggshells around him. 

“Yeah,” he mumbled, cheeks pink. “Maybe I should cut you some slack,” he said more to himself than to you.

"Yeah," you mimicked him. "Maybe you should."

"Seriously. I appreciate it. I appreciate you taking the case even after what happened between us back then," But the thing is, you didn't know it was him in the first place. It was unfair for him to think so highly of you. You knew you didn't deserve his kind words. Jungkook didn't change a bit - he was still shit at holding grudges. 

°°°

6 years ago

"Where are you?" Jungkook sobbed into the phone. Taehyung peered at him worriedly from the living room. The walls of his small dorm were thin, and Jungkook's side of the conversation was enough for him to piece together what you two were arguing about. "You promised."

"Tell her I'll come with you," he said, after a minute of silence. "I'll even work for her. I'll take the job offer she gave me. Please don't leave me."

He was so close to tearing his hair out. It's been a week since he last talked to you - you've been ignoring his calls and texts, Taehyung didn't know where you were, or if he did, he wasn't telling, and even your father hadn't been responding to him. And now you finally emerge from wherever the hell you've hidden in, telling him you were set to go to college in the States. 

"The job offer's gone, Kook. You're too late. My mom already booked the ticket, paid for my tuition. I can't turn back now," You were packing your bags back in Daegu. Taehyung's family was nice enough to let you stay for a few days until you were ready to go. Taehyung, along with your father, had explained your situation to them, and they were more than willing to help - though hesitant at first since they were also close to Jungkook. 

"Why are you hiding from me? Just tell me where you are. At least talk to me properly, please  ___," He kept walking in circles around the room, thinking of anything he could do. He felt so utterly helpless, sick to his stomach. "Please."

"At least tell me where you are!" He shouted into the phone. His mind was in a frenzy. Taking his wallet, he paid Taehyung no attention and ran out of the apartment, wearing only a t-shirt and jeans to protect him from the cold.

Taehyung ran after him, stopping him just before he could get into the subway. His phone was still in his hands, though you had already stopped talking on the other line. You brought the phone speaker away from your mouth, trying your best to muffle your sobs. He was still on the other and, yelling, pleading, begging to know where you were. At the back of your mind, your mother's words still echoed.

"You have no future with him, ___. He has nothing. No proper ambitions, no practicality, no sense of reality. He is weighing you down. If he wants to waste his potential, then that's on him. But he is not going to do the same to my daughter."

Taehyung was holding him back, trying to convince him to go back to his dorm. In the end, he dragged Jungkook back into the warmth of his room. The call was still ongoing, both ends of the line going silent until you finally ended it - along with your two-year relationship.

°°°

"So we're friends again?" you gave him a lopsided grin, offering your hand out to him. Guilt squeezed your heart. 

"Yeah," he looked away for a moment, pretending to be interested in the menu. He brought his hands together, twiddling his thumbs, before murmuring. "I missed you, ___."

When you came back, Taehyung kept staring at you, a suggestive smile on his face. You brushed him off, praying Jungkook didn't notice it too. The older boy traded - rather, forced to trade - seats with Namjoon, in favor of sitting next to you. A fresh plate of pastries sat in front of him, though his interest was on you alone. 

"I see you and Jungkookie are finally getting along," he whispered the moment Jungkook was distracted by Namjoon's relentless questioning. 

You rolled your eyes, elbowing him. "We're back to being friends. I'm just glad things aren't that awkward anymore."

"Took you a while to get off your high horse," he muttered, though his tone was playful. You still didn't get how he seemingly manages to brush everything under the rug. 

°°°

6 years ago

"___, you're hurting him," Taehyung hissed, keeping his voice low to not wake Jungkook up. He took a cautious glance around the place, sensing the younger boy was still asleep. "I didn't sign up for this. You told me you were only going away for four years. Why the fuck aren't you coming back?"

"I will come back," It was midnight. You were supposed to be sleeping. Instead, you were standing in the middle of the Kims' strawberry farm. Everything reminded you of Jungkook - his love for strawberries, his fascination with nature. Above you, the moon gazed upon the earth, accompanied by millions of blinking stars. And somewhere under that same moon, was the boyfriend you neglected.

"I just need a few years. Law school is not that easy, Tae. And I just can't go straight back there after I graduate. I need to work, I need to at least make a name for myself."

"I understand you don't want to disappoint your parents. I really do. What did you think I felt knowing my brother and my sister were aiming to be an engineer and a doctor, while I was going to take on a fucking arts course?" he took a deep breathe, forcing himself to calm down. "I know Jungkook doesn't have the most conventional dream out there, but at least explain everything to him. I can't see him hurting anymore."

"I did explain everything. "

"Telling him you were going abroad after ignoring him for one whole week isn't explaining, ___!"

"He won't understand! I'm only going to hurt him more," you ran a hand through your hair, the knotted mess getting pushed back. "I'll call him again by the time I'm in America."

"You better. I know I helped you because you were my friend, but he's my friend too. He's my best friend. And let me tell you, he is feeling depressed, ___. Your boyfriend is hurting because of you. At least be aware of that," Without another word, Taehyung ended the call.

You stared at the endless fields of strawberries and trees in front of you. Some of the leaves were already starting to brown in preparation for autumn. Not that you'll still be in Korea by the time it comes.

°°°

"So, what made you change your mind about her?” Taehyung was hunched over the arcade game, eyes stuck on whichever character he was beating to a pulp. The three of them were closing up shop. Jimin was still tidying up the customer lounge, while Jungkook and Taehyung waited for him in the employee room. Jungkook was on the other side, concentrating on designing a tattoo commission. 

“What do you mean?” he didn’t spare the older boy a glance. He was getting frustrated with this particular design. He had already gone through half a stack of paper just trying to get it right, and none of the sketches he has done so far looked right. 

“I mean-” he paused, letting out a grunt when he lost a round. “The first time you saw her again, you wouldn’t even talk to her. And before that, you wouldn’t even talk about her.”

“She’s our lawyer now. Of course I have to talk to her.”

“No, what I’m saying is- ah shit!” he slammed his hand onto the side of the machine. “Why the fuck won’t I jump? What the fuck?!”

“As I was saying,” he continued after putting in another token. “Yeah, she’s our lawyer and we have to be cooperative for obvious reasons. But I don’t know, you were different at the cafe. First of all, you bought me some food - which you never do.”

“Rarely do,” Jungkook corrected, pencil continuing to scrape on the paper. 

“Same thing. And you were giving her all these soft looks. Like a puppy or something.”

“I was?” Jungkook’s eyes widened, abruptly halting his sketching process. Taehyung had his full attention now. “Was I really, Tae? Honestly? If I was, do you think she noticed?”

“Maybe. I dunno. She looked really focused on the evidence folder and shit. But yeah, anyone could tell you missed her just by seeing the way you look at her. It’s kinda like the way you used to look at her back when you two were...” Taehyung never finished the sentence. Instead, the sound effects from the arcade game filled the room. Taehyung knew just how far he could touch that area, and not once did he cross the line; he still didn’t know if it was safe or not.

“You can’t keep hating her forever.”

“I don’t hate her.”

“Well then, you can’t keep holding a grudge against her. I know what she did to you was utterly hurtful. I was there to witness shit hitting the fan. But you know, you’re bad at holding grudges. Especially against someone who was a big part of your life. I’m not saying you still love her. I’m just saying, you can’t...” After what felt like an eternity, Taehyng pulled out a chair and sat beside him. “You can’t pretend like you’re not getting affected by any of this. You get me?”

The older boy sighed, grabbing Jungkook by the wrist to stop him from sketching. “If you stopped living in total denial, you would realize that you’ve stopped designing the tattoo, and instead, have been sketching her for the past 15 minutes.”

Jungkook straightened up in his chair, getting a better look at the paper. There, in fact, was a messy, but distinguishable sketch of your face. Before he could react, a brown paper bag was plopped onto the papers. 

“I re-heated some grilled cheese and double-locked the back door. We’re good to go,” Jimin leaned one of the chairs next to Jungkook. He bunched up the papers and shoved them into his bag before Jimin could see. 

“We’re good to go,” he repeated.

The night was cold. There were only a few people in the streets, illuminated by the scattered lamp lights. The streets were damp - they didn’t even notice it rained. They walked in silence, both boys sensing the younger one’s dread. Not because he hated you, but because he didn’t know what to feel anymore. 

“It’s gonna be okay kid,” Jimin wrapped an inked arm around him. “You just need some closure, that’s all. Talk to her and see how it goes. If it turns out good, then it’s good. If it turns out bad, I have a friend over at the Naughty Bunny who can get us inside without having to wait in line.”

Jungkook chuckled, thinking about all the times Jimin came to work with a pounding headache and love bites all over his neck. He shook his head, “Thanks for the offer hyung, but I have to pass. ___ might call for an emergency meeting and-”

He stopped abruptly, making the boys halt. Taehyung made a move to speak, but Jungkook waved him off, signalling for him to keep quiet. The older boys looked at each other in confusion. In the distance, just beneath the shadows of an alley next to Soliloquy, a tall figure hunched in front of the brick wall, fumbling with something in his hands. It was too dark to see, but Jungkook was sure it was him.

Without warning, he bolted towards the man, Jimin and Taehyung running after him. The figure took a second before noticing him, but by the time he went to run, he was already cornered. Jungkook grabbed him by the collar, slamming him against the wall. 

“Yah! Don’t run off like that you brat!” Jimin started scolding him. He didn’t even notice Taehyung tugging on his sleeve, muttering his name.

“Hyung. Hyung. Jimin. Jimin hyung. Jiminie.”

“What?” he asked, annoyed. Taehyung pointed at the boy in Jungkook’s hands, his eyes terrified, pupils blown out in such a way he knew he wasn’t sober. His hand hung limply, sluggishly trying to get Jungkook off him. There was the man himself - their greatest rival. “Son of a bitch-”

“Yah, Jung Minho, ” Jungkook said. “We have to talk.”

[dearlazerbunny]

Ignite (Redux); Ch. 3 of 5ish

Pairings: Kylo x Reader

Genre/Ratings: T for intensely injured reader

Words: 2700

Summary: After an accident aboard Starkiller Base, someone unexpected proves invaluable.

This is a rewrite of Ignite, which I published two-ish years ago. Same story, incredibly expanded upon. Enjoy!

Requested Tags: @jellyfishpoptart, @starfishfaerie, @swagaliciouspupper, @jessiejunebug, @irrelevantbutembarrassing, @drawlfoy, @sunflowershine-s, @ben-plus-rey, @ucy161

Burning. Scorching. Writhing. You’re a wraith consumed by flames, ashes decorating your body like the tattoos of ancient tribes on planets unknown. You rise, and something screams- you don’t know what, but it sounds melodic and desperate and something like fear

You heave yourself awake, hands clenched around your blankets like you might rip the fabric to shreds. Every deep breath tugs at the bandages wrapping your chest and torso; the discomfort of the wounds compounded by restriction and sweat and heat. Two weeks have passed since your release from medical; despite swallowing pills by the bottleful, bathing in thick creams that do nothing to quench the dry scorch rolling though your body, and daily trips to medbay, nothing seems to be getting better. If anything, they’re getting worse.

The pain is constant, even in your sleep. Your joints feel as though they’re made of stone. Comfort is a thing of the past. You haven’t worked up the courage to tend to your bandages yourself, so you had yourself to the nurses on the daily and have them do it for you. Their hands are much more careful than yours would be, and their faces mercifully impassive. They can look at you with a neutrality that you can’t muster even after an hour of staring in the mirror.

You wonder if you’ll ever get used to this new body. This new you. The alien you.

The crackling of the comm above your bunk startles you out of your half-lucid thoughts, sending sparks through your nerves. Do you answer? You know you’ve been marked in the system as on medical leave- no one’s let you so much as pick up a wrench or get within ten feet of a circuitry panel. It’s maddening, but secretly you don’t know if your wrecked hands would even be capable of the dexterity your job requires. “This is Y/L/N. Go ahead.” You try to keep the strain out of your voice.

“Y/N Y/L/N has been requested, effectively immediately.”

“Request to defer.” You’re exhausted, in pain, and due for yet another round of medication in- you glance at the clock- under an hour. Normally you’d never defer a request- if a senior mechanic is being called upon, something is seriously wrong- but currently it doesn’t look as though you’ll be able to put on a proper shirt, much less service whatever’s fallen apart. The doctor said you’re on one of their do-not-call lists, so this is probably just a mistake…?

“Negative. Y/N Y/L/N was requested specifically; medical override. Your presence is required as soon as possible.”

Motherfucking bantha shit- “Message received. Please stand by.”

Okay. How are you going to do this?

Putting on actual pants is a no; you can’t do up the buttons or zippers. Your hair stays in a messy ponytail only barely kept out of your eyes. A plain tank hugs your body and separates the bandages wrapping your back from the rest of the world, but does nothing to hide the bulkiness of the gauze- you grab a shirt you borrowed from your friend who’s at least three sizes bigger than you. It’s roomy enough to slide over your hips so you can avoid raising your shoulders, and though it hangs off you like a tunic, it ensures there’s nothing to rub against irritated skin.

One, two, three- you grit your teeth as your heels hit the floor, sending a jarring jolt all the way up your spine. Your nerves burn, your cheeks flush. Shoes, shoes… yeah, that’s a hopeless case. Eventually you just slide your feet into them and tuck the loose laces into the side.

You grab your tool belt, wincing slightly at its weight, and belt it at the loosest possible loop so it hangs precariously off your hips and avoids your owner back. You look a right mess, and no respectable First Order officer would ever go out looking how you do now- but if someone on their high horse is going to call you off of goddamn medical leave, then they’ll take what they’re gonna get.

You can practically feel the pity radiating off the troopers who were sent to fetch you. Their masks are expressionless, but you can see the one to the left tilt his head a bit as he takes in you and all your patheticness. “Lead the way,” you say gruffly, not in the mood for questions or anything even remotely resembling sympathy.

They start out at a pace that would make you hustle on the best of days; now, it’s basically impossible to keep up. Your bruised pride won’t let you speak up and tell them to slow the hell down, so they only notice you’re not right behind them once they’re three corridors away. They double back and find you with a grimace contorted across your face, trying desperately not to look as frustrated as you feel. You amble behind them as best you can- it isn’t agony, yet, but the pain is slowly ratcheting up in increments with every step you take, and you really just want whatever goose chase this is to be over with so you can go back to silently screaming into your pillow.

It’s early, so thought the base never sleeps there, are at least slightly fewer people walking by to stare at you. Gradually, you recognize the sector your escorts are shuffling you towards- command’s private quarters. Figures. Only command would have a high enough clearance to override medical leave, and also they’re big enough dicks to not care enough in the first place. You probably got dragged out of your bunk just to tell someone to turn their datapad off and on again, never mind the fact that that is not your department and someone in goddamn command should be able to figure that out for themselves- the thought practically makes you livid, and gives you enough strength to go up to the door you’re dropped in off at and bang your fist against the metal. “Engineering!”

Your voice echoes through the empty hallway and prompts absolutely no response from said door in front of you. Shit, that hurt. You put pressure onto the side of your fist with your other hand, tears nearly springing to your eyes. “Engineering!” I did not drag my ass out of bed in enough pain to make Captain Phasma take a day off for you to not be home! “Hello?”

Miraculously, the door finally retracts and grants you entrance to a room entirely shrouded in dark. There’s no one there to greet you. Cautiously, you take a few steps inside, letting your fingers trail against the wall beside you to give you some sense of direction. “Um. Hello? You requested Y/N Y/L/N from engineering?” Your eyes adjust with the help of starlight streaming through an unshaded port. It’s huge- large enough to be installed on one of the observation decks rather than personal quarters- and gives you an impressive view of the atmosphere beyond. You aren’t sure if it’s comforting or unsettling.

The room itself is almost bare- no décor or knickknacks or personal items, just a single bed centered on the far wall. Someone- or something- is curled up amongst its sheets, shifting almost imperceptibly here and there. “Hello? Sir? Or- ma’am? You requested me?”

“Yes.”

Sir, then. His voice is so low and hoarse you can barely understand him. Briefly, you wonder if you should ask if he’s okay, or if you should call medical- then you realize you’re the one who should be going to medical right about now, and he’s the one who couldn’t call anyone else to fix his problem, and then you get impatient again. “Do you have something that needs to be fixed, then?”

All at once, the man sits up, dark eyes glinting and hands frantically combing through unruly hair. “You.”

That’s… not what you were expecting. Even though you can’t hardly make out his features, you can feel the intensity of his gaze practically burning through you. In other circumstances, you’d try to be a little more polite to someone who so obviously outranks you, but in your current state all you manage is an unintelligent “…huh?”

“You. You need to be fixed- how can you stand it, it feels like I’m dying and it doesn’t stop-” his rant propels him forwards just a bit, enough to where you can begin to see his face: angular, sharp nose and jawline, cheekbones that practically reflect the light. His eyes are haunted and exhausted, pleading with you to give him answers when you don’t even know what the question is.

“I’m sorry? I- I don’t understand. Do you need medical?”

He puts a careful hand on his chest, near the intersection of his shoulder- right where one particular hotspot is causing you a tricky amount of pain. “I can hear you- screaming in your sleep. I can feel it.”

What the fuck?

“I’m in your head, and I can’t. Get. Out.” He grits his teeth and presses his fingers to his temple, like he’s trying to keep his skull from splitting apart. Your heartbeat quickens, unsure what sort of madman’s ravings you’ve just walked into. You start to back towards the exit. “You’re crying, even now. The bandages are suffocating you.”

And that stops you. Because they are suffocating you- they feel like a vice wrapped around your middle, constantly limiting your air as though you’re caught in a downpour. Something in this man’s voice- how desperate it is, how it sounds like he’s a frayed rope about to snap- makes you unequivocally believe that what you’re feeling right now; he feels it too.

But how the hell is that even possible? “I’m sorry, do I- know you?”

There’s a huff in the dark. “You don’t recognize me. Of course you don’t. How could you?” Another sharp flare of pain rolls through you, and as you wince the man groans in unison. He stands, restless, throwing aside already rumpled sheets. He’s been awake for a while. Silhouetted in the light, towering over you even in plain sleep clothes, you catch a glimpse of something in your mind’s eye- the man in front of you, but draped in a dark cloak and thundering down the halls.

You reflexively take a step back. “C-Commander Ren?” But even that sounds so foreign in your mouth, so when he turns to you you try again- “Kylo…?”

“Y/N.”

So many things are flitting through your mind it’s hard to pin down a single thought. This is Commander Kylo Ren, in nothing but a sleep shirt and pants. Kylo Ren negated your medical leave and called you to his quarters. Kylo Ren is very tall, has dark curly hair, brown eyes, and a razor jaw. Kylo Ren is inside your head. You feel more comfortable calling him Kylo than Commander Ren. “You’re in my head? How? Why-?”

“I don’t know!” He begins to pace, and in his movements you can easily see the imposing Commander who stalks the corridors every day. You can imagine his mask over his face and his hands fisted in leather gloves- he’s definitely one in the same. “Ever since the explosion-” his eyes go a bit wild- “I could sense the moment it happened; the moment before it happened… the spark caught fire.”

You grunt, still in disbelief. “I know. I was there.”

“I couldn’t stop it. I got there as soon as I could, but everything was in flames- you were already-”

“Stop it?” You shake your head. “It was an accident. I’m an engineer, shit happens. This is-” you grimace a bit, trying to subtly roll your shoulder- “a little more critical than most, admittedly. I don’t even know why you’d be on the flight deck, unless-”

“Stop it.” He’s close enough now that you can pick out the dark circles under his eyes, the tension in his gait, the furrow in his brow. Any arguments you have die on your tongue. “You’re in pain. I can’t stand it.”

“I-” You have absolutely no idea what to do with this information. The intimidating Jedi Killer who terrifies everyone- except for you- day in and day out, the one whose name is infamous across the galaxy and whose turn of mood could send any stormtrooper running- knows your name? And cares? He knew you were hurt and he came running.

“I can help.”

You shake your head, trying to dispel your confusion. “You can what? How?”

“I can help,” he repeats, so insistent you can’t help but listen to him. “I can make you- I can let you sleep.”

“You-” oh. Oh. Your eyes widen just a bit. “With the…?” You drag a hand through the air, a poor imitation of what you’ve seen him do when he uses the Force. To you, it’s basically fairy tales, bedtime stories of heroes and villains from your childhood. You’ve never seen it up close. You’ve never even really considered that the man you sometimes try to chat with casually in the hallway probably has more power in one finger than you ever will. The man who’s standing in front of you right now. Who can feel that you’re hurting.

That earns you just a hint of a smile. It tugs on the corner of his lips. You’re surprised at how much it softens his face and rearranges him into something more human. “Yes. With that.”

“Will it hurt?”

“No! I would- I would never do anything to hurt you. It would be just like-”

“-falling asleep,” you finish. Your head tilts to the side, considering this strange new promise, but the movement sends a ripple of pain down your spine and you almost start to tear up. Stars, you’re tired. You’re so tired. And you want to not hurt, to not be in pain. You just want to stop. But… “why are you helping me?”

Now he ducks his head, avoiding both your gaze and your query. “You- helped me, as well. I won’t be indebted to anyone.”

There’s so many unsaid things hanging on the end of his sentence. You can’t tell if they’re malicious or not. You suppose if he wanted to hit you, he’s had plenty of opportunity before now. Things can’t get any worse. “Okay.”

He almost seems surprised. “Okay?”

You nod. “What’s going to happen?”

“It’ll be just like this.” He touches his pointer and middle finger against his temple. “Nothing more.”

You glance down at where the two of you stand in the center of the room. “Should I sit…?”

.

He holds out a hand and you take it. Leads you to the bed, where you sit on the edge. He must see the anxiety in your eyes, because to your surprise, he actually kneels in front of you so he can meet your gaze. “I promise- I swear. I won’t hurt you.”

“I believe you,” you whisper, and as the words leave your mouth you realize you do.

He doesn’t let go of your hand, and lets the other wander up to your cheek- slowly, like he doesn’t want to spook a wounded animal. His thumb brushes some hair behind your ear, and you find yourself holding your breath. You aren’t sure about this. About any of this. But if it means it could stop, even for just an hour-

The sensation is akin to floating underwater- everything is muted and heavy, the light refracting into something softer than moonlight. It’s blessedly cool, better than any balm concocted in medical. For the first time, your scars don’t feel as though they’re still aflame. You want to sob with relief. Briefly, you realize that you have no way to ensure you don’t land in a heap on the floor, but just before the water envelops you- there’s a voice. It’s calm and reassuring and strangely familiar- and you realize it must be Kylo. Don’t worry. I’ll catch you. 

[goodnightallwhites]

Paying Pilots by Zenalite

Chapter 1 - America, America... Asuka kept glancing out the window and shifting in the car seat. That damn Misato. Why is she taking so long? Outside, Americans were walking the sunburned streets, going about their day. No doubt EVAs, NERV, and sync tests were the last thing on their minds. And here she was, one of the few people in the world capable of handling the damned things, important enough to be brought in special to test the American units, only to be left waiting with blank-staring Rei who sat in the backseat saying nothing. All Asuka wanted was to sleep after the long flight. People came and went through the reflective doors of the hotel, none being Misato. The whole place smacked of pure decadence - just an obsidian pillar rising high into the sky, like a black middle finger flipping off the whole world. Asuka brought her feet up against the dash and knocked at the window in exasperation, hoping to summon Misato with sheer willpower. Come on, come on... At lengh, Misato came rushing out of the hotel, her hair stirring in the light breeze, her huge breasts bouncing with every step that she took. All the men either glanced or stared, but if Misato noticed it she would only smile with feigned embarrassment. What a whore, judged Asuka. Why does she always have to show off? Her hands instinctively groped at her own chest, feeling up the doughy breasts that had developed in the last few months. Mine aren't nearly that vulgar and unflattering. Misato playfully tapped her foot againt the car. "Come on, girls! Time to go!" Rei got out with Asuka, jumping when the latter slammed the door in annoyance. Her gaze remained focused on the diverse looks of the passersby. So many types of people, so many lives unfolding... They grabbed their bags from the trunk and went up the stairs that led to the entrance. Inside, Rei stared curiously at the high ceiling. The whole place resembled a mausoleum, cool and dark, with a marmoreal surface running down the floor and up the walls to the ceiling.   Misato ran up to talk to the people behind the desk while they waited by the elevator. The employees checked them out, giving Rei a long look. Asuka glared at her. "I told you not to wear your school uniform, you stupid idiot." What else would I wear? Rei wondered, uncomprehending. Misato came back and used a keycard on the elevator, then hit the button for the penthouse suites."It's wonderful here, girls, you'll see... We're privileged to stay in a place like this." Asuka made a face. "I'd rather we go out."   "Soon, soon... Maybe tomorrow. I'll" - she smiled - "try to get some funds together for us by then." Asuka clicked her tongue and leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, a deep frown on her face. "Tomorrow," she mumbled. "How can we have money to stay here but no money to go visiting?" Misato gave a shrewd smirk. "Because NERV covers the hotel bill. Unfortunately, they don't pay for booze." One apartment was assigned to Rei and Asuka, while the other went to Misato. Each had a luxurious living room that connected to a bathroom and a kitchen, with windows running the whole length of the walls. There was, however, a shared bed. "What the hell is this!" cried Asuka."All this luxury, to share a bed? Seriously?" Misato patted them on the head. "You two be good. I have some business to attend to. When I'm back, maybe we can go out together." Once she departed, Rei found herself staring at Asuka's grumpy face. "What the hell are you looking at?" snapped the ginger. She dropped the heavy bags to the floor and crashed inelegantly on the bed, falling asleep within the minute. Rei got on the other side of the bed, leaving as much space between them as possible. She, too, fell asleep. Darkness. An unfamiliar ceiling. Rei awoke to find Asuka gone, the place where she had slept now cold. The cityscape's sea of lights stretched below as far as her eyes could see, far beyond the horizon. She got up and wandered in search of Asuka, only to find the bathroom door a centimeter or so ajar, the bright light flooding into the living room. Rei padded over. Asuka stood in front of the mirror with one leng propped over the sink, inspecting herself over her shoulder. Her hand kept going down, testing the firmness of her bubbly butt. She stared at it, squeezing and kneading it between her fingers, pulling it up to check for stretch marks, then slapped and tested its wobbling potential. "What are you doing?" . Asuka whirled, twisting her leg in the process, and nearly crashed to the floor. She tottered towards the wall and pressed against it with her back, as if threatened, her blooming-red face seething with rage. "You idiot! You stupid idiot!" "Are you ill?" Asuka went and shoved her away, then shut the door. That little freak! As if this trip wasn't bad enough - as if she needed the added embarrassment of being caught by some bakayarou.   She smoothed her tank top and relaxed. With a deep breath, she headed back out. Rei stood right where she had left her. What the hell is wrong with her? "The city," said Rei, pointing to the world beyond the window. "Yeah, I see it." Asuka crossed her arms and moved her head from side to side in restless annoyance. "I want to go too. I'm bored out of my goddamn mind!" She sniffed indignantly and threw her head back. "You know what, let's just go. Get dressed." The outfit for the night would be a pair jean shorts that showed her lower ass, a tank top worn without a bra that hugged her breasts, and a pair of shiny stiletto heels that she could barely walk in. Only when she had finished applying makeup and lipstick did she look over to see Rei still dressed in her loose uniform. "I can give you something of mine to wear," she offered. Rei stared at her said nothing. 467. Definitely the right number. Asuka stood before the door and knocked. "Misato-san!" No reply. "Hey! Open up!" The insistent knocking drew the attention of a maid going by, but she said nothing. "I'm not going anywhere until you come out here!" The door opened, but what appeared was no Misato. It was a towering guy with dark skin, holding a towel around his waist and looking them down contemptuously. Long dreads wound down his bulky shoulders. Much of his chest had been tattooed with intricate patterns that writhed in the low light. Who... Asuka swallowed, somewhat surprised. But this was the right apartment. And she wouldn't let anyone intimidate her, not even if he stood two heads taller and weighed three times as much as her. He could probably kill me with a single blow, she realized. And yet, the very next moment, she yelled into his face: "If you don't get Misato here, I'll break this door down!" So much for opting for safety. He sniffed in disgust and began to push the door back, when Asuka rushed in and blocked the gap with her body. "Misato! Now!" Would he hit her? He said nothing. He simply walked off and left the door open for them. Asuka grabbed Rei by the arm and dragged her into the empty living room. A series of low cries echoed through the apartment. Asuka gave Rei a questioning look. Of course she has nothing to contribute. Was Misato hurt? Was this guy bad? But how could he have gotten in here? Heart drumming in her chest, Asuka towed Rei with her and ran after the guy. You don't scare me! They followed him through the doorway into an unlit bedroom filled by the stench of alcohol. The two walls that made up the far corner of the wall were made of glass and through them flooded the lights of distant signs and skylights. A gigantic bed crouched in that corner, surrounded by bottles, some of which rolled empty. Misato lay facedown on the bed, dressed only in some black lingerie, groaning in pain. For a split-second Asuka thought she might be in dire condition. But when two coal-black hands came up to squeeze her ass and drive it down harder on his cock, things became clearer. When the hands went down again, Asuka caught the writing in English on Misato's asscheeks: BLACK OWNED. And following that written in smaller letters: FACEFUCK $25, PUSSYFUCK $50, ASSFUCK $100. All three were marked several times over. M-M-Misato-san?... "They're here for you," the first guy, then whipped her ass to attention. Misato lifted her face to look at them. Runny makeup ran down her face, creating a black web of dried tears that reached all the way down to her glossy lips and smudged lipstick. Only now did Asuka notice that her large breasts were getting sucked on greedily by the guy below her. "Girls..." The guy that had led them into the room got behind her and let go of his towel. It unfurled from the back, taking a few seconds to run down his cock and theatrically unveil its length. A black cock as big as a horse's hung between his muscular thighs, strings of cum dripping from the engorged head. Asuka stared at it dumbfounded. W-What... A colossal pair of balls sagged and swayed beneath the shaft, dripping wet. The whole thing brought back the memory of Shinji flashing her by accident when his towel dropped. Back then, she had felt both grossed out and a little excited to see a boy's cock for real - never mind the teasing she gave Shinji for letting it happen, calling him "limp" and "too small" and whatever else she could think of to humiliate him. In truth, she had no real standard by which to compare it, she only wanted to drive him crazy. Compared to this, though, it barely reached a quarter in size. Were Asian dicks really that small, as people said? Or were these guys modified? How could they be so... so fucking big? A tingle spread from her pussy up to her stomach, making her itch and shiver all over. "I..." Misato started, but right at that moment the guy pushed his cock in all the way to the balls, slapping them against her vulnerable Asian pussy. "God..." The captain shuddered in despair her anal partner took it out only to thrust it in even harder than before. Asuka could only imagine the level of agony. Out of all the toys she kept at home, not even the smallest could fit her tight white asshole. Even the slender vibrator half the size of her pinky killed her when she tried to shove it inside... That must've been unbearable. Looking at them, Misato tried to smile through it. "Girls, what's wrong?" Asuka needed to remember how to speak herself. "We wanted some money to go out..." Misato whimpered like a puppy as the black cock splintered her asshole without care and sent electrifying bolts through her body. The guy below rushed his in and out of her pussy as fast as he could, readying to come.   "Just let me finish with these nice gentlemen, and then I'll have some money to give you... Just sit down, we'll be done soon." "But..." "Sit your ass down!" barked the guy on top of her. Asuka stepped back, her spine coming apart with terror. She glanced at the door, thinking of making a run for it. This wasn't Misato, not by any means. Drunk or not, cash-strapped or not, surely Misato wouldn't do - her eyes flickered to the fragile Asian body sandwiched tightly between the black ones - this for cash. She tugged on Rei's arm. "Let's go! Come on!" But Rei did not even turn her gaze around. She only stared at the spectacle in front of them, so taken in by it that she seemed unable to react with anything but unabashed fascination. Asuka spotted a small armchair behind them. She made Rei sit down, then took her place beside her, their two young and slender frames still leaving enough room between them for a third person. As much as she tried, she simply couldn't look away. It was so shameful an embarrassing. She might've used toys on herself and watched porn at home, but she did that alone. How could she just... watch them do it? The guy put his entire weight into his arms, using every single working muscle of his ripped body to assfuck his way into Misato and stretch her asshole bloody. Sweat glistened and flew off of his back, while his dread's got grabbed onto by a weeping Asian girl begging for mercy for her sensitive ass that in no way resembled Captain Katsuragi. This was only was only a fertile black cock slut that got what she deserved. Breeding by two strong bulls. And no mercy. They both increased the speed of their thrusts, the double penetration getting Misato from every angle and causing her entire body to twist and turn for a way out as she shrieked in indescribable pain. The two only pressed and squeezed her between them, groaning and laughing as they began to dump their seed into her ready womb and broken body. Asuka pushed her thighs together nervously, trying to fight the irresistible urge to touch herself. She lowered her purse between her thighs and squeezed it hard, letting the corner rub against the lips of her pussy, tingles spreading throughout her body all the way up to her hardened nipples. They, too, begged to be touched. A final low, drawled-out moan left Misato's lips as they pulled out, her toes curling as the biggest orgasm of her life kept ripping through her asshole and pussy. Her raw pussy and gaping asshole leaked with their thick seed. The guy with dreads stepped away and wiped the sweat from his face with the towel. The other rolled Misato over and got out, grimly excited at her current state and how far they had managed to humiliate her. Misato rolled back onto her chest, now panting and smiling like a mental patient, looking at Asuka without seeing a thing, giggling as the after-effects of the breeding continued how have an effect on her unprepared body. The towel guy stepped up to Rei. "You there." Rei found his eyes. He pointed down to his dripping cock. "Clean this up. Get on those fucking knees, and clean my cock up with that little Japanese mouth." Are you stupid? Asuka wanted to shout at him. She can't understand you! Not only that, but she wouldn't do it. How could he ask her to do something so disgusting?   Rei dropped to the floor and folded her legs under her bottom, then brought her mouth to his hanging cock. She rolled her tongue over the surface without knowing of what she was doing or how to do it.   "That's a good girl. Does your friend asshole taste good?" "Yes," answered Rei, without a hint of emotion. He cackled grimly. "I bet it is." Asuka gaped at her vile display, unable to believe it. She's licking Misato's ass juices off his cock. With me right here. Then the second thought came: Why did he choose her over me? But as much as it offended her, the intensity of her cravings only grew, and she wondered what it would be like just to touch it. It really is so big... Not a single toy of the tens at home compared to that. Not even close... He slapped Rei playfully with his cock as she struggled to clean it. "Are you a virgin? Have you ever had sex?" Asuka answered for her: "Of course she hasn't!" The guy suddenly reached down and grabbed Rei by the hair, then pulled her over to the bed. "Time you and I have a little lesson." ... while the other guy strolled happily towards Asuka, cock whipping back and forth with his steps. This was one was lanky where the other was beefy, with the long and sinewy limbs that made his already knee-down cock look that much bigger. Skin so dark that all she could see was his pearly smile. "Well, who might you be, darling girl?" He came to stand in front of her, the ebon shaft of his manhood only inches away from her face. Unlike the other, this one was uncircumcised, the head tapering down to a small point of foreskin. It still throbbed powerfully, enlarged veins struggling to keep it running. Cum dripped steadily from the tip, now directly onto Asuka's bare legs. She avoided looking into his eyes... but that only led her to stare at his cock. It's so fucking big, she thought breathlessly. At home, she had once tried to fuck herself with a dildo perhaps only a third of its size, and even that had been a painful experience. Asuka flinched as his fingers touched her skin, gently caressing her smooth cheek. "You looking real pretty, you know that?" His eyes went down to her breasts and the way they shot through the tank top. Chills. She lowered her eyes, feeling watched and vulnerable. Why did I have to dress this way... His dark fingers went through her hair, running down the ginger strands with sexual exhiliration. "You're so young and beautiful. I've always wanted to be with a redhead like you..." No! resounded the determination in her head. No, no, no, no, no! But even as she rationalized how terrible it was to get touched by this stranger, by this random guy that had just creampied Misato, she couldn't quiet her body down. Her mind might not have wanted this, but her pussy seemed to ache for it. Not that she would tell him such a thing. "Stand up," he ordered. "To hell with that!" "I told you to stand up. Do you want me to make you?" At length, she decided it would be best to stand up and get it over with. But that was it. That was the end of the orders she would take from this uncouth insect. Propped up on her heels, their eyes almost met at the same level. She could sense the intent in his dark gaze... "Take off your clothes." "What?" barked Asuka. "You must be joking." "You can take them off, or I can take them off for you." She crossed her arms. "You can try." Before she react, he reached down and ripped apart her shorts, popping the buttons with a pull and that sent them flying across the floor... So strong, she thought, feeling a little woozy. The shorts fell to the ground, leaving Asuka exposed in her undersized cotton panties. They were patterned with strawberries. But they were already moist around the outline of her pussy. Asuka looked to the bed for help, but Misato could barely be counted as conscious. Rei was on her knees looking up at the other guy with his cock in her small hand, seemingly captivated with being a subservient slut. "Take your top off," the guy ordered Asuka. Asuka swallowed. He could do whatever he wanted with her, but she would never break before him. You'll have to kill me. "Never, asshole," she dared to say. The guy nodded sagely. Then smacked the side of her with one savage blow. Her face burned. Her ear rang. Her gaze swam. He grabbed onto her tank top and tore it off with one motion, throwing the rags to the floor. "I told you to listen. Stupid white girl." Asuka stood before him, trying to suppress the tears that came, trembling as he reached up to touch her pale skin. "Awww, don't cry," he said, bringing his large hands up to cup her cheeks. The black palms slithered down, stopping for a moment over her long and frail neck, then coming down to her full breasts. Asuka could feel his rough fingers kneading the flesh of her breasts, pinching and tugging at the bullet-hard nipples. Stop... The harder he handled them, the stronger the waves of arousal came - goosebumps spreading over her weakening body. "Does that feel good?" "No, you b-baka... To hell with you!" she forced herself to say. He took her hand brought it down to his swollen cock. The tips of her fingers went over the wet skin, sensing the power the power that came with it, instinctively wanting to grab and pleasure such a beautiful big dick. "Is that nice?" "D-D-Disgusting," she stammered. "It's so big and gross. And so dark." He grinned. "You got something against dark?" "It's ugly," she insisted. He took a handful of her ginger locks and yanked her head down. A moment later he spit in her face. "You sure like that, don't you?" He dragged her off before she could respond, Asuka tottering perilously in her heels on the way to the bed. Just who did he think he was to treat her like... like this?... You asshole! He pushed her on the mattress. Within arm's reach she could see Misato, whose eyes had closed and seemed to be passed out. The stench of alcohol that came from her breath was enough to make Asuka want to throw up. You drunken whore! This is your fault! He pushed her face down against the bed, raising her ass and spreading her legs. One of his fingers brushed over her pussy, passing through the ginger fuzz spread around them. Asuka let out a soft moan. She cursed herself, hoping he hadn't heard it. She hated his guts for this treatment and wanted to ward off his attacks, but the rest of her wouldn't listen. His touch only made her weaker and wetter, spamming her with wave after wave of pleasure and bringing about a mad desire to feel his cock again... "What do you think, should I fuck you?" Asuka tittered, though she did not sound confident. "You can try, asshole. A little cock like yours is never going to satisfy me." "Oh. You've been with bigger guys, have you?" She forced the facade further. "Bigger than you can ever imagine. But I guess I can do you the favor and think of them to help you out..." His black fingers tore her panties apart. Only her heels were left now. Her soft and fertile white pussy dripped, all wet and ready for his hard cock, glimmering beads of her juices mingling through the ginger hairs. An exhilarating shudder went through her when the tip of his cock touched her lips. But instead of pushing it in, he simply left it there, making her all that much more desperate... Does he want me to beg? I won't, I.... She was an EVA pilot. Quite literally one of the most gifted individuals to have ever existed, one whose very existence humanity depended upon. And she was supposed to beg for... for... for a black cock?  "Too scared to put it inside?" she muttered. "Hmmm," he said. Then he grabbed onto her ass, and with an expert thrust, pushed it deep inside. Asuka shrieked. Rei knelt before the dark-skinned man, trying to understand this this new predicament. She kept licking and sucking on the thing between his legs, but he seemed displeased. Every so often as he drank from the bottle he would drip some down over his cock and into his mouth. Rei had never tasted alcohol before, but though its strident taste and odor burned, she could feel herself relaxing... He put a finger under her chin and lifted her eyes to him. "You need to take it deeper, do you understand? You can't just keep sucking on the head. You need to clean it all up. Do you understand?" She grabbed the shaft between her hands and held it, while her lips wrapped around the tip. The head went snugly into her mouth. Rather than force it down, she waited for the ticklish sensation at the back of her throat and the ceiling of her mouth to diminish, then went on pushing it deeper with precision. When she was about a quarter of the way down, she looked up to seek his approval. He took another swig of the bottle and fluffed her hair. "That's my girl." But the movement made the thing jerk inside her mouth and nearly activated her gag reflex. "Ah, my bad, my bad... You just do your thing. See, can you take it all the way to the base?" He tapped his finger to the scraggly bush of dark hair from where the shaft originated. I will try, decided Rei resolutely. She was not quite sure what this was all about. At home, she had received training and instructions in so many things, but never in this. Why? Strangest of all was the itching sensation that originated from between her legs and went all over her body. The only other thing comparable was when Shinji had asked her to wait for him on a bench, only for her to sit down patiently even as a host of ants began to make her way under her uniform and crawl all over her skin. But this was different. To that she had remained indifferent, while Shinji screamed as soon as he saw it happening. But now she discovered that she could not simply do as ordered and nothing else. An intense desire made its way to the front of her consciousness, an itching need to rub between her legs. Rei did so, but rather than feel release, it only worsened. Why? There was no incident in her memory that could account for this or allow for an inductive explanation. Yet the more her fingers rubbed at it to make it stop, the stronger it became, till she could not cease at all. Meanwhile, her heart drummed, and Rei realized that her whole body was entering some sort of overheated and unstable state, making her worry. She went on pushing the thick shaft down her throat, tilting and angling her head in such away to do it without any sort of malfunction. But the deeper she took it, the tighter her throat got. And now the thing itself seemed to throb harder than ever, its veins tickling the walls of her interior. "That's right, keep going..." he ordered. "You're doing great." Rei slowly brought it down till she reached the base, her face buried into the musky-smelling hairs that scratched at her face and entered her nostrils. She struggled to hold it down, till she finally heard him say, "Release." Rei came up breathlessly. Looking at his cock now, as it had swollen to a size even larger than before, she could not understand how she managed it at all, or where it could fit inside her tight Asian throat. She even choked on food at home sometimes. Yet, she could do this. An odd sense of pride came over her. "Now lick my cock again. I think there's still some juices left from your whore friend. You tell me when it stops tasting like her." Rei wasn't sure what part of it tasted of Misato, but she did as ordered. To her, it all tasted good. Though it had come out of Misato's anal hole, it tasted surprisingly wholesome and satisfying. "You like suckind black cock, don't you?" "I don't know..." "Yeah, you do. Say it. Tell me you love me to suck black cock." "I love to suck black cock," repeated Rei expressionlessly. He laughed. "Tell me you would never suck off an Asian or white dick. That they're small and pathetic." "I'd never suck off an Asian or white dick. They're small and pathetic." "Tell me you want to get black bred." Rei whispered as she sucked on the tip of his cock, cum bubbles frothing around her lips. "I want to get black bred." "Beg me to put a black baby in your Asian womb." "Please put a black baby in my Asian womb." Rei had no idea what exactly he meant by all this, but it repeating what she was told seemed like the right call. She went on treating his cock with care, stroking it up and down with her small hands. The contrast between their skins was striking and fascinating, almost otherworldly. She put a hand over his tattooed chest as she licked his shaft, watching the way it outlined her pale fingers perfectly. She could feel the muscles working under his dark skin. And yet again, the need to touch herself grew stronger still. He grabbed her hair and held her. "You gotta be a good girl now. I need to fuck your throat, and you have to take it all. You understand? Don't you dare choke or gag." Rei swallowed his cock, this time upping the speed as it went deep down her throat. But her muscles had learned from the previous exercise, and now from the second, and soon she began to take it in and out without much issue, keeping herself relaxed while he guided her head up and down. She could feel his member pulsing harder and harder against her throat, till his hands stopped moving her head altogether. Instead, he held her down as he lifted himself up, fucking her throat fast and hard from below. Every time, as soon as she felt close to choking and gagging it went out, only to come back inside even faster and harder, eager to ruin her throat and keep her guessing. Her open mouth and lolling tongue unleashed a steady stream of warm drool that oozed down his godly shaft. Then he rose and began to stroke his cock, ordering her to massage his balls, while he aimed the head over her head. A rope of thick cum shot into her mouth, followed by another, then another, and another, filling it all up. "Don't you swallow," he said between groans. At last, he milked the final drops right into the pool of cum her tongue swam in, and gave her another order.... Asuka did her utmost not to react from the pounding she received. The guy had simply stabbed into her unexpectedly, and ever since continued to pummel her white pussy hard, eviscerating her insides. The hot, wet insides of her pussy felt numb and tingly, while a soft warmth spread through her body all the way up to her desperate nipples... She could feel her resolve weakening. Her mouth kept opening on its own, looking to moan, while her eyes rolled back each time he went inside. It hurt, but she loved it. Of course, she couldn't say that... She wouldn't give this absolute nobody the satisfaction of making her feel a thing like this... I'm an EVA pilot... One of the few in the world... But the more he pushed her, the harder it became to control herself. Sooner or later a moan escaped her mouth, and once it did, the others flooded out, her self-control no longer able to combat the black cock that took control of her senses. Her heel flew off her foot as her whole leg quivered from the hard fucking, hitting the window and clattering down to the floor. "You like that, don't you? You fucking ginger slut. You love that big black cock filling up your white pussy." She panted in a daze of pleasure. Yes, I love it... Her head rested on the bed and her hands squeezed the sheets hard. He yanked her up by the hair and tilted her head so far back that he made eye contact with him upside down. Yes! Give me that big black cock! Fuck my ginger pussy me! Like a bitch in heat, she moaned wildly, giving him syrupy eyes, unable to restrain herself. But even as her body trembled from the wracking effect of that big black cock going through her, she still found enough focus to whisper, "I'll kill you for this." But first fuck me, oh, please, fuck me... Rei appeared into view out of nowhere. The front of her uniform was wet, her hair all over the place. How embarrassing... To be seen like this by such a damned baka. "Don't you look at me..." Rei took a step closer, her face drawing near. Asuka, in the throes of pleasure, did nothing to avert her face nor to close her mouth as Rei leaned in and kissed her. WHAT!!! She tried to fight her off but it didn't work. Rei used an unexpected amount of physical force to hold her in place and keep the kiss going. She could feel Rei's tongue bumping against hers, and with it... something salty and gooey, passing from one mouth into the other, slowly trickling down Asuka's throat as they kissed. Cum, it's cum!! She felt so angry and humiliated that tears came to her eyes, but there was nothing she could do. She used her remaining force to punch Rei in the side of the head, but that did nothing. Rei only went on facefucking her, raping her with her tongue, while both the guys could be heard laughing, one egging the other on to fuck Asuka that much harder and make her scream. My first kiss... The taste of black cum lingered in her mouth as she surrendered to Rei probing tentacle-tongue. The guy squeezed his hold on her asscheeks, and began to piston her pussy while the other guy bent down and tickled her feet, further adding to the insane amount of feeling her body was asked to endure. A scorching heat emanated from her lower body, swallowing her up... But just as she prepared to let go and come, the guy pulled and released her, while Rei stepped back. They left her there, desperate and close to exploding, her insides thoroughly melted, her pussy and legs glistening with ropes of his cum. She could see more of it oozing out of her pussy, and that the guy's cock still dripped, not yet done... She reached down, trying to make herself come in haste... ... but it was no use. She needed his big black cock. "You!" she screamed. "I told you you couldn't do it! I told you! You can't make me come!" He shrugged. "I don't care." Asuka got up, hopping about in her one heel, rushing towards him. "You finish what you started! Right now!" She pushed him. "Look at her!" the other guy yelled. "Feisty little thing." "Beg me and I'll do it." "W-What?!" stammered Asuka. "Beg you? In your dreams, asshole!" But even as she put on the brave pose, every part of her body ached for it. She needed it, more than anything. Just looking at his cock made her legs open up instinctively for him. So big. So black. So beautiful. I need it inside of me... At last, realizing there was no other way... Asuka lowered her head. "Please," she whispered, a deep frown scarring the overbearingly proud face. Being this pathetic put her in physical pain. Just how much of a degenerate had she become to do this... At least no one will know... "What was that?" "Please..." "Please what?" "Please fuck me with your big black cock... Please..." "You're sure that's what you want?" "Yes..." He put her on the bed again on all fours. As she waited for him to go inside, Asuka watched how the other guy undressed Rei, slowly, romantically, kissing her snow-white skin, running his black fingers over the small waist, the little butt, and her delicately small breasts. Asuka suddenly felt arms going over her legs and linking up behind her head. "Uhhh, what are you doing?" she asked, panicked. But the guy simply raised her in that hold, keeping her pressed against his chest. Asuka ended up caught in his full nelson, while she watched Rei slowly mount up her own big black cock and start riding it cowgirl style. A tickle came the area of her asshole as he tried to put it inside her. "Wrong hole!" she cried, terrified. "What are you doing..." It wasn't the wrong hole. He angled it so that it would go precisely in her ass as he lowered her. He was having none of her resistance. He simply pushed his cock into her asshole, stretching out as he went, ignoring her pleas and screams, digging deep into her insides and demolishing her virgin hole with his big black cock. Asuka shrieked as tears ran down her face, but no one was interested. Rei rode her own big black cock with uncharacteristic excitement, her hands gently caressing the face of the bull, her own having on what looked like a slight smile, her head tilting back in bliss. The little breasts bounced up and down as she rode... The bull carried Asuka towards the window, where through the tears she could see nothing but a spread of light. He began to fuck her harder, ignoring her cries, while she helplessly slapped against him, begging for mercy. "Please, stop..." she mewled. "I can't take this anymore..." How humiliating would it be if anyone saw her like this? I'm an EVA pilot... returned the crashing thought. You can't use me like this... Her asshole endured the assault, and as time went on, her muscles relaxed and the pain turned into pleasure... ...  a little while longer and she began to enjoy it fully, taking comfort in the feeling of being assraped against her will, utterly unable to move as this alpha male prepared to break her apart and fill her with every drop of his black seed.... "Please..." she started. "Faster."   She had no control whatsoever - and that's a good thing. She relished the feeling of total submission before this primal force that decided to have its way with her, before this monster that stripped her of dignity and took her virginity by pumping her violently with his black cock. "Yes, fuck my ass with your big black cock. Please ruin me however you like, master! I love your big black cock! I need it!" She learned to flex her hole and squeeze him as he went in and out, making sure he got the very best from from her virgin asshole. Only I can make him feel this way. I was made for this. I was made for his cock. This is better than being a pilot. More important... I'm the one and only... "Please, don't stop, sir..." Her toes curled and her body quivered from his crazed assfucking like an instrument in the hands of a master. Her eyes rolled back and she nearly passed out from the intensity of it all, when his hold tightened enough to make her joints pop and his cock buried itself as deep as it could go, striking parts of her she never knew existed. Every strike of that big black cock reverberated in her young being, till the last holds on her sanity came undone and her lust for him became the most dominant, central part of her personality. "FUUUUUUCK!!!!" she howled. Her pussy unleashed by itself without a single touch, showering her juices over the glass wall in a mad spray that went everywhere. She had never squirted in her life, and now she had done so only from being assfucked. "I love you," she confessed, weak and soft - white clay to be moulded and broken in strong black hands like his for years to come. For the first time in her life, Rei felt intensely about something: her newfound love for black cock. She herself was shocked at the sudden change in her mode of being. She lay on the bed kissing her bull while he held her down in a mating press, her skinny arms and legs wrapped around his muscle-bound back, caressing his beautiful dark skin as he filled her up to the brim. Each thrust of his cock spilled seed from her full womb. Around the point when she had ridden him, she realized that she loved him. That she loved being fucked by him. That she could never go back to not feeling this way. The feeling of his cock was overbearing and his body was so strong and beautiful. Rei felt so grateful to him for teaching her all of this... For giving her a real purpose.   "I want to be your Asian slut forever," she whispered lovingly, using her tongue to lick at his face. "I want your big black cock inside me. I want to carry all your babies." He thrust with all his power, sending splintering pain into her stomach and up her spine. "Doesn't it hurt to be such a whore?" "I want it to hurt," said Rei, her mouth opening in total cocklust. She licked her lips, still tasting his cum. "Big black cock should always hurt. Asian pussies were made to be broken." The next thing she knew Asuka was thrown on the bed next to her. The two were side by side, each one resting her head against a passed out Misato. The ever-angry Asuka glanced at her, blissfully zen. She seemed to have discovered the joy of surrendering as well. A moment later she screamed, proclaiming herself and her white pussy to be made for breeding. Hearing her made Rei that much wetter. Even she has found herself... She searched for Asuka's hand and grabbed it, giving her an encouraging squeeze. Asuka squeezed back. The two exchanged a loving glance, finally able to appreciate each other as total BBC sluts. The two school girls kissed deeply, happy to be in this together, to be bred at once by such amazing cocks... The bulls came inside them again and again as the teens begged for every drop of their cum, for greater pain and punishment, for a lifetime of service in the service of BBC and nothing else. "Please breed us," they said in unison, showing them the eternal peace sign. "Please let us carry your black babies." "You need to come to Japan with us," said Asuka, crying with pleasure. "We need you there so desperately..." "We don't want those small dicks!" added Rei, eyes burning with worship for their BBCs. The two bulls grabbed a marker and drew a Queen of Spades over both their wombs, officially accepting them as breedable cocksluts that belonged to BBC and BBC only. A lifetime of black breeding awaited the white and Asian duo. Their heavy balls spent every drop of cum towards that goal, lavishing their wombs with scorching seed, feeding their hungry mouths, and coming all over their tight bodies.   When all was said and done the two bulls rose and left behind a mess. Asuka lay on her side, somehow still wearing her one heel, her body twitching. She sucked on her finger and mumbled incomprehensibly about being a pilot. Rei lay face down, completely exhausted, a gooey puddle of hot cum forming at the base of her pussy, spams still wrecking her cum-covered body. The gobs of cum planted all over her ass shone brightly in the predawn gloom. Misato snored softly, just as before, too fucked up to come out of her coma blacked. The bulls dropped fluttering dollars all over the bed, covering all three of them in green, taking pity on the stupid foreign bitches. "Go get yourself a soda or something, kiddo," said Asuka's partner, then gave her a final merciless slap on her abused asscheeks.

[axwalker]

OTP Questions

These OTP questions were created by the amazing @mskaneko  Thank you, hun! They were super fun to answer!!  The AMAZING, INCREDIBLE mood board was a gift from @pedudley  (I’ll never get tired of using this) 

  What other couples would your OTP get along with?

Olivia and Liam. I HC them together, and I think the four of them are very good friends. (followed closely by Max and Rashad)

Does either of them have secrets even the other doesn’t know?

They know almost everything about each other, but Drake never talks too much about his multiple conquests when he was single, and he doesn’t want to know a lot of details about Alexis’s old relationships either.

Who is the one that sees the big picture, while the other focuses on the small details?

Drake sees the big picture while Alexis focuses on the small details

Who does stuff on impulse?

Definitely, Alexis. She’s very spontaneous and does a lot of things just for the spur of the moment

What is their favorite holiday?

When they started their family they became fans of Christmas. Since Drake’s father and Lexie’s mother died when they were young, neither of them really celebrated it as children, so they tend to go big now

What is their favorite board game?

Drake “kicks ass” at Monopoly so it’s his favorite. Alexis loves getting revenge with Trivial Pursuit. Game nights at their house involve a lot of whiskey, competition and angry sex (sometimes after playing, sometimes during if they were playing by themselves)

Who would go out of their way to do something silly to make their partner laugh?

Alexis usually with Maxwell’s help.

Favorite canon moment of them?

Their kiss at the Beaumont Study, when they both realized their feelings were much deeper than they thought.

 Least favorite canon moment of them?

It’s not canon for me but I really, really hated their huge wedding. It was the less Drake/Alexis moment EVER.

 Who is the competitive one?

They’re both very competitive, but Drake is a bit more than her

Who likes to go on drives to nowhere in particular?

Drake, he loves to play some jazz or classic rock on his phone and drive silently to clear his head

Who sings along with the radio?

Alexis sings along with the radio every chance she gets, she usually dances too, which Drake absolutely loves

Who would accidentally set the kitchen on fire while cooking?

Alexis is a great cook but terrifyingly oblivious. So she already has. Twice.

Who is more seductive when they are drunk?

      Drake is definitely a very cute drunk, Alexis is the seductive one

Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had?

Drake does, Alexis usually forgets what she dreams.

Who asks weird questions in the middle of the night?

Alexis, she always thinks about the most random stuff in the middle of the night

Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on?

Totally naked, no one. Alexis loves to walk around the house on her underwear, but Drake definitely DOESN’T tell her to put some clothes on. Drake sleeps naked, Alexis LOVES it

Who is always ready to have sex at any time, at any place?

They’re both extremely sexual, so they’re always looking for places to have sex. They’re both always ready.

 Who likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts?

They’re both constantly thinking about each other and they buy random things the other one would like. If Drake goes to the super-market he never forgets her favorite brand of chocolates, he also loves to go to the bookstore and pick a book he thinks she’ll like. Alexis loves to buy him goofy gifts like a mug with the inscription “Trust me, I’m a dogtor” on it. Drake would never accept it, but he only drinks from it.  

Where did they take their first picture together?

Sightseeing in Rome after eating in the Italian restaurant.

 Who knows the most useless facts?

Alexis, that’s why she loves Trivial Pursuit

Who is more likely to forget their own birthday?

Drake would be more likely to forget it, but Alexis makes such a big deal of it, that he won’t.

 Which bad habit of their partner do they find the most annoying?

For Drake it’s how messy Alexis is, he’s not a maniac but she can’t seem to put anything back where it belongs. For Alexis, that he opens 10 bottles of water at the same time and has at least two in each room of the house. 

Who is the better driver ?

They both think they are. Drake is more careful, Alexis is faster

Who is more likely to admit they are wrong in an argument ?

Neither of them, they’re both incredibly stubborn. But if someone has to give up, it would be Alexis.

What is something that reminds them of one another?

Drake always thinks about her when he smells cherries or listen to any rhythmic Spanish song. Alexis thinks of him with the smell of sandalwood and Whiskey and anything related to horses.

Would they get matching couple tattoos? If yes, what it would be?

They don’t have tattoos.

Who sleeps wrapped up in a cocoon of covers?

Neither, Drakes almost doesn’t use covers and Alexis sleeps wrapped up in his arms.

Who would win in a pillow fight?

Drake is bigger but Alexis is sneakier…

 Who likes to take photos of the other when they’re not looking

Alexis has a hundred pictures of Drake sleeping on her phone, and she doesn’t know it but Drake loves to take pictures of her when she’s focused writing.He melts when she scrunches her nose. 

Where would they go to get away from everyone else and just be alone?

They go camping. They love to hike, eat s’mores, drink whiskey and make love in front of the fire.

 If they got to pick what one another wears for a day, what would one another wear?

Drake would pick a little white dress, he loves her legs and the color white because it brings out the color of her skin. Alexis will choose a shirt on denim because it’s completely him, she would ask him to roll up his sleeves though.

44. What do they love most about each other?

Drake loves that Alexis is lively and spontaneous and it drives him crazy how she can be very sweet and sexy at the same time. He admires her talent and how passionate she is. Physically, her legs and her smile.

Alexis is a sucker for Drake’s protectiveness. She loves his heart and how deep he cares when he loves someone. She admires his job as a veterinarian and that he’s always ready to help others. Her favorite physical feature it’s her eyes, his legendary smirk, and his big arms.

Bonus: 3 random HC about your OTP

1. Alexis had a traumatic experience when she was a teenager, only Drake knows about it, and has helped her to overcome it. He’s extremely protective of her.

2. Drake loved his birthdays as a kid but hated them after his father died, Alexis wants him to love them again so she tries to surprise him every year with something he loves a whiskey tasting, a fishing trip, etc.

3. They always compete to give the other the best anniversary possible.

4. I got giddy so another one. They have one daughter, Helena and two twin boys, Jackson and Ian.

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[goldenkamuyhunting]

Ramblings and crazy theory time about GK chap 233 “Candy Peddler”

So with this new chapter we stumble again in a situation that had been recurring… right from the start, really.

(In case you're not familiar with role-playing games the quote in the image above is a reference to them)

But let’s go with order.

The cover shows Sugimoto and Shiraishi watching flowers so as to point out spring has come.

We then focus on Sugimoto’s group, who’s searching for Boutarou. Finally we see that Sugimoto is on the same horse as Asirpa while Shiraishi is on the horse with Vasily. Really, I wonder why they waited so long to use this system.

Sugimoto points out something logical.

In a scene we likely didn’t see, Shiraishi should have described Boutarou as a robber and murderer with a long list of crimes. Sugimoto now wonders if such a guy would work as a candy peddler. It’s a good reasoning but, honestly, it comes a bit late.

Anyway Shiraishi points out that he believes Boutarou wouldn’t do such a thing, considering it a pain in the ass. Evidently Shiraishi and Boutarou know each other enough Shiraishi is aware of which sort of guy he was.

Sugimoto jumps to the conclusion the guy with weird tattoos should be another convict. As for me I just to the conclusions that:

A) They should have worried about this MUCH sooner.

B) They should have checked the weird tattoos of the candy peddler were the ones they were searching about before moving.

Sugimoto’s group is not formed by a bunch of stupid people, they can think quite well when they want to, it’s just they’re more prone to rush into things than in stopping to think things through and this is oftena huge handicap for them.

In fact Sugimoto asks Shiraishi if he can think figure out who of the convicts would act as candy peddler which is again a good question… but another one that should have been done early on.

Shiraishi reports that no convict of the sort comes to his mind.

Now… let’s do some math.

Shiraishi is aware that 12 convicts already died, although he doesn’t know the identity of two of them (the one in Barato and the one in Yubari). He thinks he knows for sure the identity of 7 convicts who’re running around free, including himself (Shiraishi is not aware Ienaga died).

This makes a total of 19 convicts whose whereabouts Shiraishi supposedly know and 5 Shiraishi doesn’t know (among them we need to include Sekiya and Youichirou whose death Shiraishi is unaware of).

Well, honestly I’ll say this is the perfect moment for the group to discuss on which convicts Shiraishi knows. Because really, I get Noda wants to keep the suspense but this point is becoming kind of silly they wouldn’t discuss on who the remaining convicts are so that they could keep an eye open for them as well.

This also applies to Hijikata’s group as Kadokura SHOULD KNOW all the missing convicts.

But whatever, I guess this can’t be helped as the lack of discussion is due to a narrative need. Back to the story.

Shiraishi reports there are plenty of convicts whose face he doesn’t know (at the very best they can be 5) but he mentions AND THIS IS RELEVANT, how HE is well-known instead.

Why is it relevant? You’ll see.

The group reaches Urashinai, a coal mining town where there are various peddlers who try to attract customers in different ways. Sugimoto go straight to molest (there’s no other word for it) a candy one, demanding him to undress because he’ll buy candies from him.

When the guy asks him why, Sugimoto claims with a grin he wants to see his nipples… as if this were perfectly normal.

Honestly in another manga this would give huge rape vibes but here instead not only we know Sugimoto only wants to check for the tattoos but we also have an adult unactactive male seller who doesn’t bother blushing or looking embarrassed but replies, in a very professional manner that Sugimoto is asking him that for free, implying Sugimoto needs to pay him for that.

Sugimoto sounds even more of a pervert saying he can give up on the candy then (implying he is willing to pay the price of the candy to see the man’s nipples) and the man yells at him his nipples aren’t so cheap.

The scene is clearly meant to work as a gag, so we don’t really think we should judge Sugimoto negatively for harassing people who might be convicts, but really, if someone were to come at anyone’s workplace demanding what Sugimoto is demanding, we wouldn’t find it so funny.

So well, I guess this is a side of Japanese humour that doesn’t really work for me. Mind you, it’s okay if you love it, de gustibus non disputandum est, I just can’t.

Shiraishi tries with a more direct approach.

He not so tactfully throw water at sellers then he apologizes and starts to attempt to undress them because they’re now wet.

Anyway their spectacular result is that they saw 0 nipples and the peddlers now want to gang up and beat them.

Clearly this is meant to be comedic because both Shiraishi and Sugimoto escape when Sugimoto could likely beat them up.

This though points out to how they can’t be smooth (Sugimoto was attempting to force the seller in an absolutely unnatural way, Shiraishi was way too obvious and suspicious) and persuasive and how poor their plan was.

Really, they had Asirpa who, as a candy buyer would look a lot more natural. Why not letting her do something, boys, like have her be the one who casually drop water on them?

Why not to think of a DECENT plan that would cause those guys to undress?

On a sidenote Noda usually tries to put lot of humour before drama so is drama coming in the near future? Who knows.

Anyway the humour goes on.

A kid’s ball falls in what’s after the IT’s reference in the past chapter looks like a drain… and, as the child peek in it, the IT reference continues with Shiraishi appearing holding the kid’s ball and asking him, with a creepy face due to red eyes and bruises if he had seen a peddler with strange tattoos.

The kid tells him he had, pointing him to where the guy could be.

And here I’ve to praise a NicoNico video maker who, long ago, draw Shiraishi in this exact same scene… well, okay, there are some differences but it’s still pretty similar.

I wonder if he managed to inspire Noda or this is just a coincidence.

Anyway Shiraishi reaches him, asking him for candy, thankfully in a normal way but the guy still gives him a long stare.

Now, remember how before I told you how IT WAS RELEVANT how Shiraishi was pretty famous among the convicts?

Likely this guy has recognized him… while Shiraishi has no idea who he is. I mean, he could be a dangerous convict and he’ll prove in a moment he’s clever enough he made up a plan. Just having Sugimoto backing him might not be enough for Shiraishi.

The candy seller, after telling Shiraishi he’ll make the candy appear, shows him instead his ‘puppet in a box’ performance. In the previous chapter we saw how this convict seemed to get off by seeing disappointed faces. This performance seems aimed to get this result, people expect candies and see a puppet showing them their tongue.

Sugimoto and Asirpa join Shiraishi as Shiraishi asks the candy seller if he has strange tattoos and I facepalm at this because really, if the guy is a convict aware people might be hunting him for his tattooed skin, he’ll just let random men asking about them see them carelessly. No, really, even if we assume he hadn’t recognized Shiraishi, this is a bad plan as the mere question will ring warning bells in a convict’s head.

Really, they could as well go around with a sign pointing to them saying ‘we search tattooed convicts to skin’. -_-

The guy seems to hesitate (but very likely he’s doing it on purpose, to raise their expectation and create more disappointment he can enjoy later). Sugimoto gives him an intimidating stare insisting he’d like to see them. And here we see this convict, differently from them, had come up with an intelligent plan.

He raises the cloth covering his face and shows his face is covered with strange tattoos.

This guy has understood the weird tattoos Wilk gave him could be seen and reported and has prepared a counter back plan. By showing a face full of weird tattoos, he mislead people who had heard about his tattoos but hadn’t ask for details about them into thinking the ones on his face were the tattoos people was talking about.

It’s a clever but very base trick and one Sugimoto’s group could have seen through because having weird tattoos on your face doesn’t stop you from having tattoos on the rest of your body. Oyabun, who’ll get mentioned later on, also had his tattoos on his lower body instead than on his upper body due to the Yakuza tattoo on the upper part of his body while hime also had a yakuza tattoo but they didn’t notice how he was tattooed due to him having it on his back.

The experience should have made them more wary and instead they fall for it hook, line and sinker.

Really, it’s like how you tell someone to show what he holds in his right hand and he shows you his left hand is empty.

Shiraishi and Sugimoto are surprised and disappointed as the guy, with a delighted expression, tell them he did all those tattoo by himself.

Sugimoto, whose 6th sense always fail to detect a convict to the point that, as I said in the beginning, is becoming a running gag (think at Gotou, Henmi, Hijikata, the fake Ainu, Ushiyama, Oyabun and Hime, Heita and now this guy… but also at how, in the volume version of chap 210 he believed Tsurumi was someone with whom Asirpa and the Ainu could negotiate and have an overwhelming advantage… -_-) of course looks totally dejected and thinks that chasing the idea of a candy peddler with tattoo could be a convict was a complete fail, his dejected expression delighting the convict.

Really, this guy seems to be a sadist that takes great pleasure in crushing hope.

If IT fed itself on fear, this guy seems to fed himself on other people’s feelings of sadness in fact, after bending to give a good look at Sugimoto’s sad face he tries his hardest to suffocate his giggles as he comments what a great expression… which, to be honest, is quite a suspicious thing to say in fact Shiraishi looks at him oddly but Sugimoto apologizes for taking the guy’s time and moves to leave.

Overall though, I’m starting to think this convict is not so clever. His plan to hide his tattoos, is effective but rather simple and could have been easily see through. It also attracts too much attention on him.

But well… in a way this convict is similar to Henmi.

While Henmi wanted someone to kill him, this convict desperately wants to see people’s disappointed faces, to see hope light in their eyes to crush it, so his own trick his perfect for his own character.

Meanwhile Sugimoto comments that since they didn’t find anything near Toppu River or Sorachi River maybe they should go to the Saru River.

Irony at its finest since it will be revealed Boutarou it’s near Toppu River. Evidently the guys missed him.

Sugimoto also points out how he too had heard about the Sapporo killer with Shiraishi saying they could choose to head there… and, I’ll add, meet up with Hijikata’s gang and Tsurumi’s underlings as well as all the police as it’s obvious everyone and their moms went to check on those murders.

No, really guys, go search someone that doesn’t require you to get into a lion’s den. You don’t need to put Asirpa in more danger than she is already.

Really, while both Kikuta and Ogata suggest on disguising, why aren’t you even considering it?

Shiraishi is famous among convicts, Sugimoto has such peculiar scars he’s easily recognizable and they travel with an Ainu kid.

They’re really lucky Tsurumi is still checking north because otherwise he could have easily locate them.

Asirpa, who has somehow remained behind and who’s kind of excluded by those ‘wise men’ talks and kind of has a sad expression overheard the candy peddler comment on how ‘Wakayama no Oyabun’ (若山の親分 Boss Wakayama) also had a great face.

Now, I had no idea Oyabun also searched for convicts as he seemed more focused on handling his business, but maybe he and the candy seller met by chance. Who knows, though clearly he didn’t recognize him either.

Sure thing is Asirpa ears him and, remembering who Wakayama was, starts to get suspicious and tries to track him down… only to manage to hear him saying ‘you’ll never be able to find the gold’ while he’s on a wagon running away.

Now persuaded the guy is a convict Asirpa calls Sugimoto (what about Shiraishi, Asirpa?) telling him to search for the candy peddler but they’re too late and can’t din him.

Meanwhile, near Toppu River, in an Ainu village Boutarou is having his men gift an old Ainu with rice bales while he questions the guy. It turns out that the old guy was aware of the previous spot in which the gold was hidden due to how his older brother was involved with it.

The guy confirms that his older brother was among the Ainu killed when the gold was moved, so he tells Boutarou is unlikely he will find anything if he goes in the old spot in which the gold was. Boutarou (I’m not sure why they kept his face hidden previously, it was clear he was him… are we going to meet someone else with such long hair?) still wants to know where it was.

Boutarou’s underling is not so sure this will work but Boutarou asks the old Ainu from which rivers the gold was taken and the old Ainu, after a moment of hesitation, lists the rivers Heita signed down so, apparently, Heita managed to hand that list to Boutarou and then the guy let him free to go. Really, I’d like to know the story between those two.

The chapter ends with Boutarou asking which was the previous hideout of the gold.

Overall… it’s a pretty uneventful chapter.

All we got from it was to very vaguely flesh out better convict number 23 (of which we don’t know the name yet) having the Sugi group met him and vent the possibility Sugimoto will either move toward Sapporo or toward Saru River.

Also, in case someone doubted it, Heita’s analysis were right… and Boutarou is clearly better at finding things than Sugi’s group as he has found someone who know where the gold was and where the gold was previously hidden while Sugi’s group supposedly hadn’t (unless Noda skipped the whole scene). We’ll see where all this will go, Boutarou seems to plan to become another contestant for the gold more than a new leather jacket for Tsurumi or Hijikata or Sugi and Sugi’s group still hadn’t accomplished anything from when they’re back to Hokkaido. Heita’s skin doesn’t really count as they stumbled on him by coincidence and he committed suicide.

Honestly I’ll start to worry if I were in them as they aren’t supposed to be genre aware and know they’re the main characters. Well, at least Asirpa figured out the truth but it’s a bit sad how the guys weren’t paying her any attention.

On the other side Boutarou seems to be pretty smooth. Without threatening anyone he gets the old Ainu to tell him all he knows with little effort. His plan was solid and I also like how he let go of Heita. I wonder what his backstory is since he was depicted not just as a robber but also as a murderer. Is he a cold blooded guy or did he has some sort of motive for his murders (for example revenge like Toni Anji)?

We’ll see.

[mikeywheeler-kincare]

Alright! Had to open notepad for this one. For the self-isolation asks, emojis 🎯💡and 🎟️. For the pretty word asks, words lover, galaxy, and honey. For the cat asks, words tabby, siamese, munchkin, ragdoll, and maine coone! - Blaire (I need song recommendations can you tell? lmao)

OOOO that’s a lot of questions!!! imma throw on a song so i can answer all these without my adhd trying to screm

🎯 if you could gain any skill instantly, what would it be?

aaa,, this is kinda expected for me ig??? but definitely the skill to draw good anatomy w/o reference--it’s so frustrating to be limited to poses that have been photographed!! i want to make intricate and weird stuff!!

💡 what hobby did you start doing most recently?

oooo!! okay this one’s kind of complicated--i’ve been playing piano on and off since i was like. really young . but i started picking it up more seriously (and by seriously i mean playing chords and shit to sing along to) very recently and i believe that’s my most recent hobby, unless my divination stuff counts--bc that’s a bit more recent!

🎟  what are some artists/bands whose music brings back childhood memories for you?

OH BOY UR JUST ASKING FOR ALL THE EMO BANDS LMAO,, okay but for real, it’s not all emo bands. all time low is the first one to come to mind, but as a kid i was also a huge taylor swift fan (and i still love her music, it’s more of a guilty pleasure now tho,,)--and like anything from before the 90s brings back childhood memories of my mom trying to force me to listen to it!! i hated it back then, but now i’ve gained a new appreciation for all sorts of music, and the only thing i don’t really like is certain jazz singers,, don’t really know any names LMAO but i really do recommend all time low if you wanna listen to some music!!! my fav songs by them are dancing with a wolf and remembering sunday!

lover: what’s your favourite song?

oh this changes like every 10 seconds i’m not gonna lie--but at the moment it’s a russian song!! i’ll just drop the spotify link::  > click me !

galaxy: your favourite and least favourite films?

OH THAT’S A HARD ONE,,, i don’t watch a lot of movies/films,,, but i think my favorites have to be the it movies from 2017 and 2019 (so chapter 1 and chapter 2) [and generally anything that finn wolfhard stars in ? he’s fuckin amazingngngngngng he’s actually my special interest rn ,,,] and,, a least favorite would probably be um,,, poltergeist i guess? i love horror movies but i fell asleep watching it when i was younger and it never really interested me!!

honey: what’s your favourite memory?

OMG my favorite memory is totally breaking my arm about a year ago!! the whole experience was so surreal, and it was fuckin hilarious!! i don’t wanna post the whole story here since this post is getting,, really long but. if you wanna hear abt that just inbox me again and i’ll laugh my ass off typing it all up!!!

tabby: do you have any weird/hidden/obscure talents?

YES I DO--for one i can move my pinky toes individually, and on my right foot i can move my fourth toe as well (but not on my left?) !!! i can also do that thing where u stretch ur thumb all the way back OR forward (depends on which hand we’re talking abt) to touch ur wrist lmAO!! i’m also an avid horseback rider!! well,, i was before i broke my arm, but i do want to get back in the saddle!! there’s just a lot going on with the healing process right now, broken titanium plate and all that,,, will post abt that if you want me to as well!!

siamese: any tattoos/piercings? (if so: which? if not: which would you get?)

OOO LOVE THIS!!!! for piercings, i have an industrial bar on my left ear, and my lobes are stretched to 12g !! my parents said i can’t go any bigger til i’m an adult but i plan on going all the way to 0g, maybe slightly bigger? idk ! and i don’t have any tattoos yet, BUT i know my first tattoo is gonna be a treble/bass clef heart with a heart monitor line through it on my left wrist!! i want my second tat to be my favorite horse (and the one that broke my arm) running between the surgery scars on my left arm!! and then for a third tattoo, on my right wrist i want to get something to match with my mom. she’s got a dopamine molecule tattoo so i was thinking i’d get serotonin to match !! we’re avid psychology lovers,, and i also want a whole plethora of piercings (none of which are inappropriate i promise that sounds painful no thank u) but i can go into that later lmAO

munchkin: top 10 songs rn!

OOOO HELLA HELLA they’re in no particular order bc i’m so indecisive abt my favorite songs,,,

that russian song

i will follow you into the dark - death cab for cutie

boats & birds - gregory and the hawk

the bird and the worm - the used

you n’ i - rainlord.

i want you to want me - chase holfelder

every breath you take - chase holfelder (i live for his minor key versions of things don’t judge me)

murder - boyinaband (TW FOR THIS ONE IT’S SUPER MORBID I JUST REALLY LIKE IT HHH,,,)

prom queen - beach bunny

notice me - alli simpson

as you can see, my music taste is all over the got damn place but it’s alrighT LMAO

ragdoll: what’s something you wish you could like or get into, but you just can’t?

eee definitely anime and manga!! i’ve always been very intrigued by a lot of the plots and stuff, but i can never sit down and get really invested in it. and it makes me kinda sad, bc i’d like to add more sources to this blog,,!!

maine coone: do you have any strange/odd/obscure interests? (what are they?)

I DOOOOOO i’m both autistic and the adhd king (diagnosed when i was 5 for both of em) so i have plenty of fixations to talk about. some of the bigger interests of mine include finn wolfhard (but that’s not really obscure, lots of ppl love him), stranger things (also not obscure), and kin stuff in general (also not obscure)! BUT to get obscure, we have to dive deep!! i love psychology, i love poetry (and i mean like. really obscure strange free-verse poetry like i write that kinda stuff), and i’m particularly obsessed with wicca/witchcraft to the point where i’ve even become a baby witch!! i feel very connected to everything i’ve been doing with that, and i even got over a crush and rejection duo by making myself a sigil that i kept in my phone case for months! it’s,,, so much funnnn!!! divination is my favorite part honestly,,

anyway!! i hope this answered all of your questions, blaire, and i’m really excited to get more asks for these games!! this was seriously a lot of fun!!!! i love getting to know my followers and i love when my followers wanna get to know me !

thanks again for asking!!

- mod mike

[aslanjadecarlyle]

you’re all that I need (Barlyle)

title: you’re all that I need

rating: E (proceed with caution, my dudes!)

4.1k words 

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With the new advances in science and technology, Phillip begins to wonder what it would be like to be with two of Barnum instead of one.

He soon finds out.

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Title taken from the song Bed of Roses by Bon Jovi.

I totally understand if this fic is not for everyone. It’s my first E fic ~ever~ and very specifically written following a request from the moderator of the @askcarlyle blog!

I expect a marriage proposal after this, Carlyle. 😂

A huge Thank You to “themissingmask” for betaing and putting up with my ace ass. You are wonderful. ❤️

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Nobody knew how cloning came about. One day, it had simply shown up in the papers. An advertisement that promised “double the work speed, double the fun.” Most people were too skeptical or God-fearing to try such a thing, and whispers of witchcraft filled the streets. Some retired early in the evenings and bolted their doors, certain that those behind this mysterious “cloning” would break into their homes and kidnap them if not enough men showed up to be... experimented on.

Only a few men were unafraid. Mostly single and without families , they would send the required cash amount to the address advertised in the papers, then a letter would come for them a few weeks later that disclosed the address in which cloning would take place.

One of these bold, fearless men was Phineas Taylor Barnum. Ringmaster of The Barnum Circus, just crazy enough to try it.

“I’ll do anything for my shows,” he explained to his worried circus troupe.

“But, Phineas,” his troupe protested, “You’re not single. You have a family—“

“Whom I adore,” Phineas agreed.

“—and you have us. Why would you risk that?”

The only answer they received was a blinding, unafraid grin.

Later, either in their office or in bed together at night, Phillip Carlyle questioned him alone. “Do you really want to risk leaving me?” he whispered.

Phineas held him close and kissed trembling lips.

“I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t think it was a good idea,” he said.

Phillip remained silent.

“Besides,” Phineas added, eyes sparkling as he grinned, “Think of the profits it’ll bring for the show.”

Phillip could only nod in silence, stomach fluttering with anxiety even as Phineas pulled him closer and whispered sweet assurances in his ear.

Phillip Carlyle was not a religious man, but he could only pray that Phineas was right.

*

It didn’t take long for everybody to fall in love with P.T. The spitting image of Phineas, he soon learned how to lead the circus as his original did, the two of them performing shows together. He learned how to tame the lions, ride the elephants, care for the horses. He even learned how to work the Lyra better than Phineas could, which was something Phineas constantly grumbled about. Learning this, Anne and W.D. Wheeler relentlessly teased him.

After a while, Phillip, too, realized that having two Barnums around wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

He even began to get... ideas.

Phillip had only ever been in a proper, albeit secret, relationship with Phineas, but that didn’t stop his eyes from wandering. He watched Phineas’ double as he worked around the circus tent, and watching the two of them perform as co-ringmasters left Phillip particularly weak in the knees.

One night, Phineas finally managed to coax the truth out of his young partner.

Phillip was half-asleep, beginning to slip off into sweet unconsciousness, when he felt Phineas’ hand ghost down his skin. It slid over his thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and took firm hold of his cock.

Phillip gasped, startled, breathy.

“I see the way you look at him,” Phineas hummed, stroking Phillip’s length. Phillip’s breath caught in his throat and he rolled his hips in Phineas’ hand.

“L-Look at who?”

A light squeeze made Phillip gasp and jerk. “P.T.”

“I don’t—“

Phineas hissed in his ear, “Don’t lie to me, boy.”

Phillip whined. It was all the confirmation Phineas needed.

Phillip wasn’t sure how long they lay there in silence, but it felt like a lifetime. Finally, Phineas hummed again and lazily stroked the velvety skin between Phillip’s legs once more.

“Perhaps we could... work something out.”

Phineas continued his ministrations, Phillip’s hips twitching into his hand. When he made Phillip come, it was with a cry and Phillip wondering if, perhaps, this was all a dream.

*

It was no dream.

Phineas disappeared the next day at the circus. Neither Phillip nor the troupe could find him anywhere, and, when questioned, P.T. shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. P.T. — who had a small tattoo on the inside of his left wrist, the only thing that differentiated clones from their originals — carried on as if nothing was wrong, and Phillip began to suspect that he knew something.

In fact, from the way he caught P.T. watching him, he knew that the double knew something.

There were only rehearsals that day so Phineas did not miss any shows, but having one ringmaster lead them instead of two felt odd and out of place. P.T. mirrored every move, every dance, perfectly, but the empty spot next to him where the original ringmaster should have been was gaping.

Though he hid it well, anxiety was beginning to curl at the pit of Phillip’s stomach.

The circus tent began to empty out as late afternoon transitioned into evening, though nobody appeared the slightest bit worried about their missing ringmaster. Phillip wasn’t leaving without Phineas. He headed upstairs, toward the office he shared with Phineas and his double.

The door was closed. He raised his fist, knocking twice.

“Phin, are you in there? It’s Phil—“

The rest of his words died in his throat as the door jerked open and a hand closed around his shirt collar, yanking him inside. He spluttered, almost tripping over the floorboards as the door slammed shut behind him. He looked up into the eyes of one of the ringmasters.

“Ph-Phin?” he gasped out.

The ringmaster grinned and held up his left wrist. No tattoo.

“Oh, thank God,” Phillip muttered, shoulders relaxing. “Where have you be—“

He was interrupted, yet again, as the door to their private quarters opened, and Phineas’ double stepped out into the office.

“P.T.? What—“

Phineas took a step closer, devilish smirk curling at his lip, eyes glittering. “You told me you wanted him, Phillip.”

Realization set in. Phillip’s eyes flicked over to P.T., his mind swimming at the thought of two Barnums in one room. Alone. With him. Heat flared his cheeks, and he felt a familiar stirring in his trousers.

“Oh,” he breathed.

It was happening. Phineas was making it happen.

Before his mind could process anything further, Phineas pulled him closer, pressing their mouths sloppily together. His lips were hot and wet and demanding.

In the haze that took over Phillip’s mind as they kissed, he noticed movement behind Phineas. It was P.T., already slipping out of his ringmaster costume, eyes dark with want. The same eyes that had been watching Phillip all day.

They had planned this.

It all made sense.

Phillip moaned into Phineas’ mouth. Groaning, Phineas ground his hips against Phillip’s, making him gasp.

“Ph-Phin—“

P.T., shirtless now, appeared like an apparition at Phillip’s side. Pulling back Phillip’s shirt collar, he latched onto the smooth skin of Phillip’s neck. Phillip shuddered and moaned, curling fingers into Phineas’ hair and yanking hard.

There was no way he was going to survive this.

Somehow, Phillip found himself pressed against the wall. He didn’t remember backing up, let alone being moved, but Phineas’ hand slid around his waist as he ground into Phillip, cupping Phillip’s ass and lifting him up. He felt a second mouth nip at his ear as he wound his legs around Phineas’ waist. He whimpered as he pulled away from Phineas’ mouth and pressed his face into his neck.

“Phillip,” two voices whispered at once, “look at me.”

Phillip looked up, bleary-eyed, at two identical pairs of eyes, darkened with lust. P.T. slid his waistcoat down his arms while Phineas held him secure as he was forced to unclasp his fingers from around the ringmaster’s neck, and P.T. threw the garment to the floor with a careless hum. He worked at Phillip’s suspenders next, fingers hurried and eager to get him out of his clothes as quickly as possible.

“Mmm.” Phineas nipped at his neck. Rough, calloused hands — from P.T., Phillip’s mind vaguely registered — flicked his nipples and slid down his chest. They fiddled with the button on Phillip’s trousers, barely sliding over the bulge in them. Phillip whimpered again.

“Can’t get them off,” P.T. cursed. Phillip was still trapped between Phineas and the wall, and P.T.’s hands didn’t have enough room to work between them.

“Guess we’ll have to fix that.”

Phineas carried Phillip, who clung tight, into the spare room that’d been made into a makeshift bedroom. Phillip let out a wordless exclamation as he was suddenly thrown onto the bed. Phineas grinned from above him.

P.T. Where was P.T.?

Phillip craned his neck to look, but Phineas blocked his line of vision. He loomed over Phillip, looking at him like a lion eyeing its prey, grinning as he climbed onto the bed. His hands were on either side of Phillip, trapping him, and he captured Phillip’s lips in another long, hungry kiss.

Phillip moaned, back arching up into Phineas’ touch. Phineas sighed at the press of Phillip’s chest against his own, and moved his lips to trail down Phillip’s neck, his chest. Biting down on a nipple, he tugged the skin lightly with his teeth, barely managing to hold back a grin as Phillip cried out. The brush of Phineas’ ringmaster coat caressing Phillip’s exposed body was a tantalising promise of what was to comee. He pressed up against Phineas once more, craving that delicious sensation.

As Phineas kissed down Phillip’s stomach, making his way to his navel, Phillip was distracted by the brushing of fingers against his wrist. He looked up, arching his neck, in time to see P.T. tie purple ribbons around his wrists, and then to the bedpost. His knots were tight, rubbing against Phillip’s skin.

“P.T.!” Phillip gasped.  

Chuckling, Phineas moved out of the way so P.T. could situate himself. He straddled Phillip’s legs and bent down to kiss him, bruising his lips further. The attention was beginning to make Phillip’s head spin.

P.T. pulled away, grinning.

“Now to take care of these,” he mumbled.

This time, his fingers made quick work of unbuttoning Phillip’s trousers and pulling them down his legs. This left them each in various states of undress — P.T. only with his coat and shirt off, and Phillip... had, apparently, decided to forgo undergarments that evening. Phineas, meanwhile, was still entirely clothed, ringmaster coat and all.

“What’s this?” P.T. grinned, taking hold of Phillip’s half-hard cock. “Why, Phillip, the aristocracy would be ashamed.”

Phillip’s face flamed with color as he moaned. His eyes fluttered shut and he pushed his hips further up into P.T.’s hand. He yearned to touch P.T., to run his hands through the double’s hair and down his chest, but the ribbons protested every time he tried to move his wrists. His fingers twitched and he whimpered, opening his eyes and looking at the pair with big, pleading eyes.

They smirked at each other. Bastards.

P.T. still had his hand around Phillip’s cock and began to stroke him to full hardness. Phillip gasped, so distracted by the perfectly calloused hand around him that he almost didn’t hear the telltale rustle of clothing.

Almost.

Gulping, Phillip peered over P.T.’s shoulder. The figure stood in the middle of the room, unashamed, very much aware that he was being watched.

Phineas was undressing. Finally.

“Phin,” Phillip whispered. He wasn’t sure how Phineas had possibly heard him, but he paused, shirt crumpled on the floor, and their eyes met.

“Yes, Phil?”

“Keep the coat,” Phillip pleaded.

That familiar smirk curled at Phineas’ lip. “As you wish.”

Another unfiltered moan escaped Phillip’s lips as P.T. teased his cock and ran his fingers lightly over Phillip’s balls. The bulge was evident in P.T.’s trousers and Phillip couldn’t help but stare, subconsciously wetting his lips at the sight.

“Like what you see, hmm?” P.T. purred in his ear. Phillip jolted, a shiver of want coursing down his spine.

Phillip watched, hazy-eyed, as the same hand that had just been around his cock disappeared inside P.T.’s own trousers. P.T. watched Phillip, eyes never leaving his face as he wrapped his fingers around his own cock.

“Christ,” Phillip whispered.

The hand stopped all movements. Bending forward, P.T. kissed Phillip, capturing his lower lip between his teeth, giving it a light tug. Phillip moaned and strained against his restraints.

“Uh-uh,” a voice, husky with desire, hummed in his ear. P.T. was still kissing his lips, so—

Phillip’s eyes widened at the sight of Phineas at his side, now in nothing but his ringmaster coat. He gasped as he broke the kiss with P.T., saliva trickling out the corner of his mouth, and turned his head. He was met with the flushed, red head of Phineas’ erect cock.

“Mmm,” Phineas purred, “you know what to do.”

The ribbons rubbed uncomfortably against Phillip’s wrists at this angle. He closed his eyes and whimpered. He heard movement as Phineas shuffled closer, tip of his cock resting lightly against Phillip’s lips. With a hum, Phillip parted his lips and took Phineas’ cock, swirling his tongue around the tip. Phineas’ sigh was all the encouragement Phillip needed, and he surged forward, eagerly taking in as much of Phineas as he could.

Phineas’ cock was thick and heavy in Phillip’s mouth, made heavier still by the fact that Phillip couldn’t move his hands around it.

Fingers itching to wrap around Phineas, his mind only half registered the freeing feeling as his ties were suddenly undone. After a moment, his eyes snapped open with a gasp.

He made eye contact with P.T., who smirked.

“Such a pretty little thing, mouth all wrapped around his cock,” he purred.

Phillip groaned around the cock in question, and Phineas growled as he tightened his fingers in Phillip’s hair. Freer now, Phillip gripped Phineas’ hips, nails digging into Phineas’ skin as he held the ringmaster steady. His wrists were slightly red from straining against the ribbons, and he looked up, wondering why he had been freed.

P.T. was gone.

Phineas’ head was thrown back in rapture, steady groans guiding Phillip along. His hips twitched and he growled under his breath as he clawed at Phillip’s scalp. Phillip’s own cock throbbed between his legs, making him whine deep in his throat and suck sloppily at Phineas, saliva dripping out the corner of his mouth and down his chin.

He had just begun to taste the salty tease of Phineas’ precum as Phineas suddenly pulled away, yanking Phillip back by the hair.

“Wh-What?” Phillip gasped.

Phineas peered over Phillip’s shoulder and smirked. Before Phillip could ask what he was staring at, he felt hands on him. They moved him, positioned him that he was lying properly on his side (possible, now, without the ribbons to restrain him), his face now buried in Phineas’ chest, bare but for the open ringmaster coat. Phineas’ arm snaked around him, holding him in place.

Phillip spluttered, so pressed against Phineas that his lips brushed against his chest. He tasted warmth and light sweat, tongue flicking out to tease. From above him, Phineas sighed.

Suddenly, something cold brushed against his ass, and Phillip gasped and jerked. A single finger, long and slick with... something... brushed the crack between his cheeks and Phillip stiffened. Behind him, P.T. chuckled.

That finger, slick with oil, found its target and pressed against Phillip’s hole. Phillip gasped again, taken off guard by the sudden intrusion, and let out a breath of air as P.T. pushed into him. Only one finger, not enough to strain, and Phillip started to relax.

“P.T.,” he sighed.

The finger was soon joined by a second. Phillip could feel the pull and stretch slightly more now as P.T. fucked him with his fingers, curling them, pressing them in as far as they would go. His jaw slackened, and he uttered a long, low moan as he pushed back against P.T.’s hand.

Phineas, meanwhile, bowed his head and grazed his teeth along Phillip’s chest. He bit at pert nipples and tugged lightly with his teeth, just enough to make Phillip gasp. His hand slid between their bodies and found its way between Phillip’s thighs. He closed his hand around Phillip's cock, starting to pump him slowly as P.T. inserted a third finger, drawing a low moan from Phillip's lips.

The pull and stretch had Phillip gasping, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. The sleeve of Phineas’ ringmaster coat brushed against Phillip’s cock, adding delicious friction as Phineas stroked him. Phillip’s tears threatened to spill over.

It was like Phineas’ hands were everywhere at once, and Phillip craved it all.

“Phin— P.T.—“ Phillip choked out.

In an instant, everything stopped.

Phillip’s tears fell.

Phineas’ eyes were dark as he smiled at Phillip. From behind, P.T. laughed as he carefully removed his fingers from Phillip’s tightness.

Phillip felt achingly empty.

“Don’t cry,” Phineas chuckled. Phillip closed his eyes and Phineas kissed his eyelids, soft breath warm against Phillip’s face. “We’ll take care of you.”

Soft caresses from calloused hands on Phillip’s back made him sigh, his eyes flutter open. He looked blearily at Phineas as the man kissed his forehead tenderly, a gentleness in startling contrast to those sensations overwhelming him only moments before.

Phillip didn’t miss the way Phineas’ eyes flicked over his shoulder, though. Before he could ask what was wrong, he felt hands pushing him onto his back once more. P.T. smirked at Phillip as he gripped Phillip’s hips. P.T.’s cock pressed against his hole, and Phillip moaned as he wrapped his legs around P.T.’s waist. P.T. was long and rigid, slick and oiled, and made Phillip moan louder still as he slipped inside him. Slow, but persistent. So much like Phineas’ cock... and yet somehow not.

Phillip moaned again and clenched around P.T.’s cock. P.T. smirked against Phillip’s skin, fluttering light kisses over his neck and shoulders as he pushed deeper inside. He moaned too, deep and low, overwhelmed by the tightness that encased him.

“P.T., a-ah—“

The rock of P.T.’s hips began slow and steady, and P.T. pressed their chests together as he captured Phillip’s lips in a kiss, forcing his tongue into Phillip’s mouth. Phillip’s hands scrambled down P.T.’s back, leaving pink burning scratches, and he moaned into P.T.’s mouth, eyes squeezed shut.

Phineas sat back on his knees and, for a moment, simply observed. When Phillip finally managed to open his eyes, he thought Phineas wasn’t going to do anything but watch. But then Phineas shifted, moving across the bed and placing a hand on P.T.’s shoulder, and Phillip watched through hazy vision as P.T. paused — still thick and throbbing inside of him — and Phineas  whispered in his ear.

Phillip watched, breathless and aching and still so full, as P.T. smirked. As Phineas backed off, P.T.’s attention returned to Phillip.

He pressed his lips to Phillip’s as he pulled out, leaving neither of them satisfied.

The cry that escaped Phillip was utterly humiliating, but he didn’t care. His hole ached, cock screaming for release, and he reached for P.T. with a broken sob.

Somebody chuckled — whether Phineas or P.T., Phillip couldn’t tell — and ran their fingers through Phillip’s hair. There was shuffling, movement, and then P.T. was sat up against the headboard, his cock standing flush and proud. He lounged against the pillows like a king on his throne, and motioned Phillip forward.

Half-wondering why they had to change positions, but too fueled with want to care, Phillip crawled to P.T. like he needed him to breathe. P.T.’s hands guided him, turning him around so he looked outwards at the bedroom, before he lowered himself onto P.T.’s cock.

Phillip’s eyes locked with Phineas’ as P.T. fucked up into him.

Phineas’ eyes were half-lidded, rich with desire.

“Look at him,” P.T.’s voice, thick and husky, whispered from beneath Phillip, “Look at how badly he wants you.”

Phillip must have looked like he wanted Phineas, too, because Phineas moved onto him without needing another word. Phillip moaned and immediately slipped his hands inside Phineas’ ringmaster coat. He felt Phineas’ heart thunder inside his chest.

The cry that escaped Phillip’s throat as Phineas closed a fist around his cock felt ripped from his very core.

Phillip could feel the roll of P.T.’s hips, could feel his cock as it buried itself in places only Phineas had previously discovered. He could feel Phineas’ hands, one holding him steady and the other working him in long, confident strokes. He could feel the heat, taste the sweat, as Phineas moved the hand from his hip to pull him close for a kiss. Phineas threaded his fingers in the hair at the back of Phillip’s head as their lips met desperately, hungrily. Teeth accidentally clacking together, both of them pulling back to breathe and gasp before bruising their lips once more.

Overwhelmed, Phillip closed his eyes as they leaked with tears. Phineas felt the wetness on his cheeks, but said nothing. Behind them, P.T. gripped Phillip’s hips hard enough that his nails left tiny, crescent-shaped imprints in Phillip’s skin.

“Not long now,” he growled. Phillip’s entire body shuddered.

P.T.’s words brought attention to Phillip’s own impending orgasm. The pit of his belly felt aflame, and Phillip was forced to pull away from Phineas. Tears openly streaked down his cheeks.

“Ph-Phin,” he cried between the slap of skin and his own breathy gasps and moans, “g-gonna—“

To his horror, Phineas‘ hand fell away from his cock. Phillip cried out, raw and aching and exhausted, and Phineas chuckled. Phillip’s vision blurred as Phineas brought both hands up to Phillip’s cheeks.

“Don’t cry, darling,” Phineas chuckled. He drew Phillip in for a kiss, mouths loose and sloppy against one another.

When his hand fell into Phillip’s lap again, he gripped Phillip’s cock.

Phillip near screamed, voice and throat raw, and came in Phineas’ hand. His body went slack, and P.T. moaned loudly.

“Y-Yeah,” he gasped as Phillip clenched and unclenched around him. “Ohhh, Phillip—“

Phillip groaned against Phineas’ chest as P.T. came inside of him. Body loose and lax and exhausted, he weakly gripped Phineas’ hand. He could have fallen asleep then and there.

But, Phineas.

He had to focus on Phineas.

Phillip peered upwards, blinking sleepy eyes at the man in front of him. Phineas smiled, though his cock was still thick and hard and no doubt uncomfortable.

“Hello, darling,” he hummed.

“Gotta take care of you,” Phillip mumbled.

He felt P.T. slip out of him then, leaving him open and empty. He hummed as he pressed his hand to Phineas’ chest, pushing him flat on his back. Phineas watched with a quirked eyebrow and smirk on his lips. P.T. handed off the oil he’d used to prepare himself and Phillip, and Phineas moaned as Phillip slicked his cock.

Phillip straddled him, slinging a leg on either side of Phineas’ hips. He gripped Phineas’ shoulders and lowered himself on his cock. Simultaneous moans filled the bedroom, and Phillip’s chest heaved as he slowly began to roll his hips.

“Oh, God,” Phineas sighed, thrusting up into him.

Phillip was about to mumble his own encouragements when they heard a low moan from elsewhere in the room. Phillip glanced to the side, making eye contact with P.T., who shamelessly watched them, lazy and lax in the afterglow of his orgasm. Their eyes met and he grinned, lowering his gaze to watch the point where Phillip’s body met Phineas’.  

It only took a few thrusts for Phineas’ body, tight and tense from holding himself back, to spill. Phillip, exhausted from sex and slick with sweat, gently rose off of Phineas and collapsed at his side. He could barely keep his eyes open as Phineas pulled him close and pressed tender lips to his forehead.

The mattress dipped as P.T. joined them again, and gently wiped Phillip off with a damp cloth. Phillip’s eyes fluttered close as he sighed.

“Satisfied?” a voice whispered in his ear. He wasn’t sure if it was Phineas or P.T.

“Very,” he mumbled.

Somebody chuckled and covered his shoulder in light kisses. He felt a hand run through his hair, though he was no longer sure if it was one or both of them.

“Love you,” he whispered, so quiet he wasn’t sure either of them heard.

But then two voices echoed back, “I love you, too.”

He fell asleep, safe and happy, in two sets of identical arms, two sets of identical lips against his skin.

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and again with the ocs for the briller and marper and zaven/waven kids 😊😂

yeeeesssss

(Canon universe is basically no praimfaya happened - but everything up to the fall of ALIE did - Eligius still lands 6 years and 7 days after what would have been Praimfaya)

Ally Miller: Canon universe: 18. Youwould think that the first time Bellamy Blake brings back a child from thewoods it would be for him and Clarke, well you would be wrong. On a huntingouting, they stumble upon an abandoned Ouskejon Kru village. While searching thehuts for supplies, Bellamy stumbles upon a two-year-old girl, who takesimmediately to Miller when he brings her out to the group. Deciding they cannotleave her there, they bring her back to Arkadia. Abby checks her over to makesure she’s alright and the little girl still won’t let go of Miller. He bringsher back to his compartment and him and Bryan make the decision to adopt her (“I’ve been around little gremlins for twoyears now, Blake, how hard can it be?” – spoiler, very hard). They name herafter Bryan’s mother. She loves Harper immediately and Harper claims the titleof Aunt once she learns that Ally is now a Miller. She’straining to become a guard and is by far better than any other trainee. Octavialearns all she can on Ally’s birth clan and teaches her about them when evershe comes to Arkadia. She’s so much like Miller it gives Bryan headaches. She’svery outspoken and will fight you if you threaten her family. Best friends with Poppy Reyes. She gets an arrowin the shoulder during her first experience in combat and Miller forbids herfrom ever leaving the gates again, Bellamy some how talks him out of it. Allyhas punched a huge Azgedan warrior for referring to Skaikru as “full offrikdreina and halfbreeds.” Luckily Kane and Indra stepped in before anything couldescalate. Octavia has taught her simple phrases in trig.

Modern universe: Super Gay - has a girlfriend. Really close with Miller. Loves superheros. She is a firecracker and gets her sense of humour from Miller (aka shes actually hilarious). She will beat the shit out of you if she hears you being a dick. Speaks her mind (she gets that from Bryan). Incredibly protective of her sisters. 

Bobbie Miller: Canon universe: 16. Kanestumbles upon a 4-year-old girl when passing by the drop-ship with a party ontheir way to Polis. From her small tattoo on her wrist, he determined she was Yujleda.He sent her back to Arkadia with one of his spare guards and continued on to Polisto report a missing Yujleda girl had been found, no one claimed her. Oncereturning from Polis, Kane learned from the young girl that her name was Bobbieand that she had no family. Miller automatically offered to take her in when heheard about the predicament. Bobbieloves helping in the fields and tending to the chickens that they have atArkadia. She likes to work in the small greenhouse just outside the gates. Hasnerves of steal but a big heart. Best friends with Kira Murphy. Always worries somethings going to happen to Miller when he goes on guard missions. She resents her birth clan for not claimingher, feels as though she belongs with Skaikru. Knows no trig and doesn’t wishto learn it.

Modern universe: She takes after Bryan the most, she likes to garden and tend to the chickens that are in their backyard. She loves to be outdoors. Very giggly and a happy person, very kind and loving. She’s a straight A student and finishes assignments with ease. She loves to spend time with her family. One of her favourite people in the world is David. 

Leanna Miller: Canon universe: 6. Awoman from Mecha Station dies during childbirth and there is no other family totake care of the child. Bryan volunteers him and Miller to adopt the child andhis request is accepted. Leannais a little Raven in the making. She’s constantly peering into the hood andunder the vehicle. She trails behind Raven asking all sorts of questions.Harper teaches her how to fight and defend herself. She wants to be Chancellorand a guard when she grows up. Speak little trig.

Modern universe: She’s very unruly and doesnt like to be neat. She likes karate and kickboxing. She helped to name most of the family chickens. She thinks Jasper is the funniest person in the entire world. Very opinionated and stubborn. Whenever Raven’s working on her car you can probably find Leanna leaning over the hood helping. Doesnt like to play with dolls but loves dinosaurs. Loves the Land Before Time movies. Likes to dance with Miller to Bryan’s 80s playlist.

Josie Miller: Canon universe: 2. SurprisinglyRoan is the one who delivers her to Arkadia. He witnessed two Delfikru place asmall bundle on the steps of a building and walk away. He knew the child would be welcomed there so hebrought her to Arkadia. The baby had a leg that was slightly shorter than theother, so she would toddle/limp her whole life. Bryan fell in love with her thefirst glance he got when Kane placed her in his arms. Josie loves to help everyone with household chores. Shecarries around an old, some how still soft, blanket Miller found in a bunker.Attached at the hip to Bryan. Adores Bellamy. Likes to play with the chickensand garden with Bryan. Speaks no trig. 

Modern universe: Attached to Bryan. She’s quieter but very happy most of the time. She loves animals and loves the chickens. When Bryan is working in the garden outside, she’ll sit and play in the sandbox. She’s close with Bobbie. She likes to “help” with household chores. She’s pretty shy. Whenever Bellamy comes around she just reaches her hands up at him and goes “Bell Bell Bell” until he picks her up. Has an insane amount of stuffed animals.

Addison Green: Canon universe: 4. Harper finally gets pregnant after years of trying withMonty. Addison comes into the world at the dropship when the delinquents allsneak away for some quiet time and Harper goes into labour prematurely.However, everything goes perfectly, and Addison is happy and healthy. Fastforward, Addison is attached to Harper’s hip. Loves to garden with Monty andBryan. She tags along with Abby sometimes if she goes for walks. Her laughterechoes around camp. Has yet to be outside the gates aside from her birth, bothHarper and Monty are terrified of something happening to her. Jasper hasembraced his role as everyone’s uncle by the time she comes along, but Addisonis different. Because she’s Monty’s she’s basically his and that brings newlife into him. Speaks no trig.

Modern universe: Very giggly and is attached to her mom at the hip. As much as she resembles Monty, she looks like Harper quite a bit. Bryan is one of her favourite people in the world (She calls him Bry because she’s head Miller call him that so much). Likes swing-sets. Is in on Zach’s campaign that the Murphy’s should get a dog. Likes flowers, and her and Monty plant a garden every Spring. Likes to draw with chalk outside. Is very much in love with Ace. Likes to go for walks with Abby. Can have an attitude when she wants to. Favourite princess is Mulan and she loves Lilo and Stitch. Likes when Jasper gives her shoulder rides. 

Benny Green: Canon universe: 2. He’s the spitting image of Monty and the quietest baby ever,they wonder if something may be wrong with him (there isn’t). Benny often spends his time with Jaha or sitting up on the guard tower withHarper or Miller during their shifts. Isn’t afraid of anything. He wandersabout the camp a lot and since he’s so quiet most people don’t realize he’s followingthem (that’s how he’s been outside the gates, but his sister hasn’t). He’s avery serious two-year-old and Jasper is the only one to get him to act silly.Likes to sit with Monty when he’s working on something in Raven’s workshop.Speaks no trig.

Modern universe: Strangely mature for a two year old. Likes to explain to Monty what he’s doing wrong when he brings work home. Likes juice boxes. Benny’s favourite shows are Elena of Avalor, Avatar: the Last Airbender, and Family Feud. He makes all the adults crack up with how serious he is all the time. Likes to wander about. Likes to wear a little suit and tie whenever he can. Loves going to work with Harper and Miller (everyone at the police precinct knows him). Loves Abby and Jaha because they talk to him like an adult and not a child. Takes tap lessons. 

Poppy Reyes: Canon universe: 18. The product of a one night stand between Raven and Wick, nine months later Poppy Reyes (“yes Reyes, get off your high horse Wick”) is born, the spittingimage of her mother. Poppyis a stubborn, hot-headed mechanic/engineer. She works along side her parentsand Monty in all things mechanical. One of the only kids allowed to drive therover. Adopted her mother’s saying of “I can make it go boom.” Can beemotionally distant. Picked up diplomacy easily. Best friends with Ally Miller. Dancing around her feelings for Ace - but cares for him more than her own life. Her looks, and quite franklyher attitude, make her intimidating. Bellamy secretly teaches her targetpractice behind the ark after dark. Speaks minimal trig. Eligius lands when Poppy is 1 - she considers Zeke a second father. 

Modern universe: Poppy Wick in this universe. Her parents are divorced. Lives with her mom (and her mom’s boyfriend Zeke). Sarcastic and stubborn. You would think she’s the Mom Friend but she’s too much of a wild child. Is wicked good at math, science and all that junk. She’s a stubborn hard-ass around everyone but Ace. Her and Ace have been dating since they were 16. They literally melt around each other. Spends basically all her time at the Murphy’s. 

Camden Reyes: Canon universe: 8. He’s Zeke and Raven’s kid in this universe. Raven goes into labour early and Camden is born prematurely, he almost doesn’t makeit through the night but with Nyko’s help he does. Camdenlikes to sit in on council meetings and help his mom solve equations in her workshop. Best friends with Sabrina Murphy. He loves campfire stories and the old Wanheda legends (no oneknows its Clarke in those legends). Likes to listen to his dad talk about the Earth from before. Speaks no trig.

Modern universe: Camden Wick in this universe. Parents are divorced. Lives with his mom (and his moms boyfriend Zeke). Very kind person and has a natural curiosity. Idolizes his dad (Wick) and loves whenever he’s able to spend time with him. He loves hanging out with Sinclair at the mechanic shop. Loves building lego and loves computer games. He likes to go biking with the other boys but also loves singing karaoke at the Murphy house with Sabrina. He likes going to see Bryan because he makes the best cookies in the world. Loves when Octavia tells scary stories at the bonfire. 

Send me a “🖊+an OC“ and I will talk about that OC!

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Terravenger Season 5 - Part One: Episode 324 (Do Not Copy)

   At an area surrounded by large tree stood an old castle in the land of Corinth. Inside one of the large rooms stood the beautiful Lilah Lewis. She was joined by many other women.

   One of them was McKennah Roberts. She had fair skin, brown eyes, and long blond hair. She had on black eyeliner and brown lipstick. She wore a black blouse with tight white sleeves, tight black pants, and short black boots. And she had on a black necklace with a small silver key tied at the center.

   Lilah had bright skin, cerulean eyes, and short orange hair. She had on black eyeliner and red lipstick. She wore a long gown that was colored cream, many light flowers attached to the left part of her top, and a long cloth tied on her waist. And she had on a pair of slippers that was the same color as her outfit.

   The woman that helped her straighten the dress was Cordelia Fakinos. She had light skin, auburn eyes, and long brown hair. She also wore black eyeliner and red lipstick. She wore a long pale-violet dress with no sleeves. And she had on a pair of white slippers with high heels.

   Other women attended to Lilah as Cordelia claimed "Pluto will be in awe once he sees you in this."

   "This is the first time I've ever seen you in dress," McKennah implied. "I cannot understand why you don't wear them at times. You look so beautiful Lilah."

   Lilah gave out a soft laugh and responded "I wear them occasionally. I never liked to wear dresses though. I was always a tomboy. I rather wear pants, especially if I have to run somewhere."

   "I'm the same way," McKennah told her. "People including some in my family always thought I was into girls. But that all came to a close once they all saw me with Wood."

   "You and Wood do make a great pair," Lilah described. "I don't see him smile often. But when you two are together, his face lights up."

   "Lilah?" Cordelia asked. "How are things for Mercury? Is he alright?"

   "Mercury is happy for us," Lilah answered. "It is great for him since he was the one that introduced us. Pluto and I have been inseparable since."

   "I mean is he dating?" questioned Cordelia.

   Lilah thought for a moment. Then she said "Mercury? No. I haven't seen him with anyone. Since I've known him, Mercury always kept to himself."

   "Come to think of it," McKennah claimed. "I haven't seen the Counselor interact with anyone either unless it has to do with business."

   Cordelia lowered her head and responded "That is sad. I have known Mercury and this family for a long time. Mercury is like a brother to me. And he is a great uncle to Micah."

   "He's supportive to his brothers as well," Lilah added. "In fact, he has always stayed in touch with Keith since the time we fought against Lyris and Lucian.

   Cordelia shook her head and said "Keith and Mercury have always been close, even since they were wee high."

   Then McKennah popped her head and cried "Maybe we can get Keith to talk to him!"

   "We could," said Lilah. "If anyone can reach Mercury, it's Keith."

   Cordelia lowered her head once again and said "Maybe since Keith tries to spend time with everyone."

   "Is everything okay?" asked Lilah.

   And a saddened Cordelia cried "By the gods. I guess neither Pluto or Mother Rhoaina had told you this."

Episode 324:  The Fakinos Reunion - A Test in Strength Comes

   Inside another room at the other part of the castle was Pluto Fakinos staring at himself in a large mirror as he was joined by his three brothers.

   One of them was the eldest, Houston. He had light skin and brown eyes. He had short brown hair that popped up. And he had a muscular body.

   Another was Keith. He had pale skin, blue eyes, and a thin gray beard. His gray hair was down and parted to the right.

   The other was the youngest, Mercury. He had pale skin, blue eyes, and short dark-blond hair.

   And the three brothers wore an outfit consisting of a collared white shirt, a mauve bow-tie, a cream-colored suit, and white shoes.

   Pluto had peach skin, short black hair that popped up, and a thin beard. He had on a cream-colored toga with the family crest placed on his left shoulder while a red cross was placed on the other shoulder. He wore a thick brown belt, golden cuffs around his wrists, and golden shoes with long pads coming from the knees. And he had a golden wreath around his head.  

   Houston looked at him and told Pluto "You look magnificent Plu."

   "I cannot believe... " Pluto responded. "...that you have saved his toga after all the years Keith."

   A smiling Keith shook his head and said "You are the only one of us that has the same built as Father. And I made certain the toga was well-pressed for the occasion."

   "That is just like you," Mercury told him. "Reliable Keith. You will always take great care of us, even though it is not your job. Even Mother agrees."

   "Erik is right," Houston described. "You are the anchor that holds the family even during the darkest of times. Father would be proud."

   "I am only performing what he would have wanted," Keith claimed.

   Mercury placed his left hand on the right shoulder of Keith. And the youngest brother responded "We are very fortunate to have you."

   And Keith shook his head once again.

   Minutes later, both Keith and Mercury walked into the opened sanctuary of the castle.

   Mercury spotted the many chairs at the center. Then he found a small chapel that was built at the front.

   "The chapel is even greater since our last wedding," He claimed. "But the two colors for the scheme of Houston and Cordelia's wedding were blue and white."

   "Blue was always Houston's favorite," Keith described. "He has loved the color since we were children, especially the palest color."

   "And Pluto was always into cream," Mercury implied. "Because the color always reminded him of the lightest sand that covers our land."

   He soon turned to Keith and asked "How long now?"

   Keith turned to him and Mercury said "Your hair is more gray then usual. And you are out of breath more than ever. Not to mention your color of skin is not right."

   Next, Keith lowered his head and gave out a soft smile.

   "I know something is not right about you," claimed Mercury.

   "You were always very observant Erik," Keith responded. "Even as children, you were always the one to figure out that something was amiss."

   Then Keith blew a huge breath from his mouth and informed his brother "I have cancer in my pancreas."

   "Cancer?" Mercury repeated.

   Keith shook his head and said "I have had this form for two years. During the first day, I fell off my horse and Mother took me to the medics immediately. Both Pluto and another doctor confirmed it then. I have since gone through chemotherapy. So far, the spread of the cancer has slowed."

   Mercury lowered his head and asked "Did you have it during our battle with Lyris?"

   Keith turned his head away and answered "That was the first trimester. I had discovered this three weeks before the chaos with Lyris began."

   "Why didn't you tell me?" asked Mercury.

   Keith gave out a soft chuckle and told him "I did not want anyone to make a fuss. I hadn't informed anyone until last year, when I lost breath at certain times. Only Pluto and Mother know of my condition. And I begged them not to alert anyone including you, especially you."

   A distraught Mercury folded his arms in front of him and Keith said "I did not want to add another burden to you during the time we were pursuing of Lyris. I knew that you would not have let me assist you if you knew otherwise."

   "You should have trusted me," Mercury replied. "You should have come to me immediately."

   "I know Er," Keith told him. "I didn't want to worry you during this time as well. This is a great day for us all, especially for Pluto and Lilah. Why would I disrupt something pleasant with this?"

   After that, Mercury placed his arms down and gave out a calm smile.

   He said "It will be alright."

   "Erik?" Keith called.

   "We will get through this as well," Mercury told him. "You now have us all at your side. We will help you in what comes next."

   And a familiar voice yelled "Hey! Counselor!"

   Two people hurried to them.

   The one standing at the left side was the energetic youth, Tai Ravenstone. He had light skin, brown eyes, and short brown hair. And he had his black tattoo placed around the top of his left arm. He wore a black T-shirt with a yellow biohazard symbol printed at the front. He had on a pair of khaki shorts, white socks, and white shoes with red at the center.

   The other was his younger brother, Denny. He had brown eyes, bright skin, and short blond hair. He had a gray T-shirt with a red V-neck and a pocket on the left side of the front. He also had on khaki shorts, white socks, and gray shoes.

   Mercury greeted with a kind smile as Keith asked "How did your training go with the guards?"

   "Your guards were awesome!" Tai implied. "They taught me how to fight more with my fists! I can use my hands as spears now!"

   And Denny reported "Your training helped me a lot, Mr. Keith. I'm able to use my hands as spears too."

   "I am happy to assist you Dennis," said Keith. "You are the second student I have trained thus far."

   "Your second?" asked Mercury.

   Keith turned to him and answered "I train our nephew as well. He is excelling in both his movements and strikes as these two."

   "That kid of Mr. Houston's!" Tai cried. "He kicked my ass twice! He's good!"

   Mercury shook his head and responded "I was the same at the age Micah is now. I used to ask Father to train with me. Mother as well."

   "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree then!" Tai phrased.

   Denny informed Mercury "It was the same with me one time I fought Micah. He's a total champ!"

   And Tai told his brother "We aren't gonna tell anybody about this! Losing to a little kid!"

   "Totally," said Denny. "We keep this to ourselves."

   "Then you would not mind..." Mercury commanded Tai. "...to show what you have learned so far."

   "Whoa!" cried Tai. "You mean it Counselor?"

   Mercury took a few steps away from Keith and told Tai "You will come at me with your full power."

   "You're serious?" questioned Tai.

   Then Mercury stood ready for battle.

   "Looks like he's means it Tai!" Denny told his older brother.

   "Oh boy!" cried Keith.

   "You should not worry," Mercury informed his student. "The Commander himself consented that I am to train you with the best of my ability. So, come at me with everything."

   Tai rubbed the top of his nose with his left point-finger and went into his battle stance.

   "This is gonna be fun!" He yelled. "I'm gonna show you what I got!"

   Keith shrugged his shoulders and said "I guess this cannot be helped now."

   And the battle began.

   First, Tai jumped into the air. He balled his right hand into a fist as a fiery red light surrounded it. And Tai fell to his opponent as he blew out his first attack.

   "Fist of Argos..." He yelled. "Aftershock Strike!"

   A smiling Mercury avoided the attack by jumping the air. A clone of Tai fell from above and blew out a destructive strike using his Left Fist that was covered in the same energy.

   "Gotcha!" yelled the clone.

   Mercury caught the attack by wrapped his left arm around the youth's wrist. The Counselor turned quickly and struck the chest of the clone using his Right Palm. That was when the clone popped into a small patch of smoke. The real Tai landed to the ground and threw out a heavy Right Punch that was covered by yellow electricity.

   "Holy Stallion Strike!"

   The feet of the knight landed on Tai's right shoulder. And Mercury hopped onto the other side of the field after performing an aerial back-flip.

   "Wow!" Denny reported. "Tai was canceled twice! It's like the Counselor knew both attacks were coming!"

   Next, Tai rushed to him and struck with both fists. Mercury blocked every strike using his backhands as quickly as flowing water. Then Tai tried to make his opponent slip using an Inside Right Heel Strike. Mercury rose his Left Knee which avoided Tai's attack. And Mercury caught the right fist of Tai with both hands.

   After that, Tai spun around and attacked with his Left Fist. Mercury stepped to the left side and spun around. He soon wrapped his left wrist around the right wrist of the attacking Tai. And the pair jumped back to their corners.

   "That is incredible!" Denny cried. "The Counselor might be reading his movements. Tai may be done for!"

   Tai ran toward his opponent as he threw a Right Punch that was covered in red fire.

   "Burning Spear!" He called.

   The calm Mercury stood there as a large stream of earth rose from the ground. The top of it wrapped around the right fist of the attacker. And the fire had faded from Tai's hand.

   "What the hell?" Tai yelled.

   Mercury lowered his head and said "That will be all."

   After the stone around Tai's wrist fell into small pebbles, Mercury walked toward him and began to assess.

   "You have become much quicker. And your evasiveness has risen. But I still am able to predict what you will do beforehand."

   Tai fell to his knees and Mercury said "To put it simply, you must continue to build up your speed and agility."

   "In other words," Denny directed. "Act instead of being too loud."

   "Damn!" yelled Tai. "I thought I had you this time!"

   "But..." Keith informed Mercury. "He did summon his clone faster than before. That is one thing he has improved since coming here."

   Then Mercury shook his head and said "That is true. I was not able to detect your clone in time. And that... That was a sudden move that an opponent would not sense, not easily anyway."

   And he told Tai "Well done. But you must practice more on stealth."

   The counselor turned to Keith and asked "Were you the one that taught him to summon his clone quietly and quickly?"

   Two clones of Keith quickly appeared beside him as he shook his head with a smile.

   "Indeed," He answered.

   And Mercury implied "You are the only one that I have witnessed that can summon one or more without fail."

   Keith shook his head and answered "It was not difficult for him to memorize this. In truth, Tai is able to summon four clones now. And his stealth was used during that lesson."

   Tai stood up and told Mercury "So far, four's my limit. Even if I have faster skills like Mr. Keith in that department."

   And Mercury shook his head.

   In a dark room made with large stones, a small match was lit. Someone began to lit a pair of long candles that stood on the small glass table. And the person sat on a glassed chair that was at the right side of the table.

   The person was revealed as the mysterious man with clear blue eyes, light skin, short blue hair, and a thin beard. He wore a black shirt with a thick collar, black pants, and black boots. He also had on a long dark-blue coat with lighter outlines on certain parts. And the coat was buttoned.

   He sat with his head leaning on his left fist while his elbow was on the left arm of the chair.

   And the man closed his eyes as he ordered in a calm voice "Attack the castle. Harm all but two -- Tai Ravenstone and Mercury Fakinos. You are to test their abilities, and only that."

   An angry growl was heard in the background.

   Then the emotionless man opened his eyes and said "I must learn of what risks the both of them would take to save those around them, especially him. Mercury, the one he has always called The Magician."

[nux-morbid-art]

OC meme: Fester Cunningham

I was tagged by @probably-a-synth so I decided to do a second one since I have so many OCs. Fester is pretty new and needed some fleshing out anyway.  I tag @whatshappeningcowboy @eisenhexa bc i know yall got more than one oc to talk abt, as well as anyone who wants to do this, Please @ me!

GENERAL

Name: Fester Cunningham

Alias(es): Chester (given name), Glowstick, Nightlight, et al

Gender: Cis male

Age: Unknown, hes probably upwards of 80 but his body stopped aging in his mid 20′s, lucky bastard

Place of birth: Diamond City, Commonwealth. turned ghoul after a scrap run turned horribly wrong, and left to die by his friends. 

Spoken languages:  English, with a moderate southern drawl

Sexual orientation: GAY

Occupation: Raider, escort, entertainer, arm candy

APPEARANCE

Race: Glowing Ghoul, though I like to think ghoulification happens in slow stages and he’s only recently started glowing. Originally white. 

Eye colour: Originally pale watery blue, now bright green irises with black, glossy “whites” 

Hair colour:  Dirty blonde bleached platinum, occaisionally decorated w henna and other dyes

Height: 5′8 ish

Scars: none besides obvious ghoulification. his body heals even serious injuries in a few hours, leaving little evidence of damage. 

Burns: ^

Overweight: / Underweight: decently muscular, with extra on his hips, thighs and ass

FAVOURITE

Colour: rather fond of green lately 

Hair colour: Black, like’s em Tall Dark n Handsome (tm)

Eye colour: Sucker for pale or brightly colored eyes, blue, grey, green, etc

Music genre: in canon he likes classic rock n roll, modern au he’d be a really trashy metalhead. anything hard and loud

Movie genre: Has never seen a movie in his life, but he’d love horror and be one of those assholes that talks in theaters and laughs when people die horribly on screen

TV show: he’d like horror and crime dramas like csi, supernatural, punisher and daredevil

Food: loves junk food and processed pre-war crap

 Drink: Nuka quantum, quartz, and any of the others that glow

Book: he can read just enough to get by and occaisionally picks up a comic book. likes Grognak well enough. 

HAVE THEY

Passed university: Diamond city has a school ish? he got through that. 

Had sex: Lots. cant remember all his partners, lots of one night stands and back alley blow jobs. 

Had sex in public: Lots. Bit of an exhibitionist. 

Gotten pregnant (themself or a partner): Nope. 

Kissed a man: LOTS

Kissed a woman: Obligatory “I thought I might be straight” childhood and teenage crushes, always been a player

Kissed a nonbinary person: He’s been w so many people its bound to have happened, tho he doesn’t really discuss the finer points of gender identity beyond “what name do i scream when I cum” and “what do i call your junk when i’m talking dirty”

Gotten tattoos: Extensive blackwork covering most of his body except his hands, feet, and sensitive areas like his genitals and inner thighs.

Gotten piercings: A series of rings around each ear and a single lobe piercing in each, usually has mismatched jewlery, and at least one safety pin keeping piercings open (don’t do this at home kids)

Had a broken heart: no, hes never had a serious relationship either 

Been in love:  no 

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: frequently but prefers regular sleep 

ARE THEY

A virgin: No, and probably lost theirs at an uncomfortably early age

A cuddler: about average, enjoys touch and being close to someone

A kisser: yes, and very rough and sharp with it

Scared easily: an absolute coward, jumps at everything and hides during big fights

Jealous easily: very, for someone who never commits to a monogamous relationship. but if someone he likes is giving attention to someone else, he turns into an obnoxious, attention hungry cry baby. 

Trustworthy: Not in the slightest. sells out anyone the moment a better option becomes available

Dominant: / Submissive: Power Bottom

In love: Never

Single: Always

RANDOM QUESTIONS

Have they harmed themselves: no

Thought of suicide: no

Attempted suicide: no

Wanted to kill someone: has dozens of murders under him, all of them sneaky, backhanded, and petty. knows he cant win in a fair fight. He’s killed people for insulting him, rejecting him, for their possessions, and sometimes just to see if he could. 

Ridden a horse: what the fuck is a horse

Have/had a job: he did odd jobs as a kid, fetch and courier stuff. never done an honest day’s work as an adult. 

Have any fears: Turning feral, and that someday all the horrible things he’s done are going to catch up with him. 

FAMILY

Sibling(s): Middle child, probably had a brother and sister somewhere. doesn’t know or care if theyre alive

Parents: Diamond city scrappers, status unknown, probably deceased

Children: None that he knows of

Pets: Not  a huge fan of pets, with tolerate cats more than dogs. 

[rocky-alex]

A Hunter’s Life For Me

Word count: 2507

Warnings: Traumatised character, slight paranoia

Pairings: OFC(Jules) x Dean, Reader x Sam

A Hunter’s Life Masterlist

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Chapter 7: Don’t you say, don’t you say it

Jules POV

A whole fucking week in that motel room, and I was going crazy. I barely had the guts to leave, even to get food and something new to wear. Stepping outside the door, over the salt line, I felt so exposed, like everyone was watching me, even people I couldn’t see. I couldn’t sleep, instead I stayed up pacing the room, lying restless on the bed or looking out the window. Figuring out what to do next was easier said than done when all kinds of questions were floating around in my head.

What had Crowley meant when he said he’d thought I’d get out of there faster? Why had the demons kidnapped me? What did they want? Did it have something to do with what I’d ended up doing to Crowley? And why hadn’t Sam and Dean found me?

I was pacing the room, again, pulling at my hair, ignoring the food I’d bought and put on the table five hours ago, when there was a knock on the door. It scared me so badly I screamed and tripped myself on the carpet. I lay still on the floor, waiting for the door to burst open and demons come rushing in. Nothing happened. I sat up, keeping my eyes on the door, and the window next to it. Another knock. I stood up and slowly walked across the room. My hand rested on the doorknob, the other holding the safety chain like a lifeline. Deciding that if who- or whatever was on the other side really wanted to get in, they would have by now. I unlatched the chain and turned the knob. And got a huge surprise.

“We need to talk.”

Reader POV

This was some bullshit. You had barely managed to get the Winchesters to leave you alone when Crowley showed up in your room with a new “mission”. He was so full of it. You’d had no idea that it actually was him who’d had Jules abducted. And now he’d lost her, because of course he had, and needed you to find her. Your one consolation in all this was that that was all he’d asked you to do, nothing else.

“I don’t see what this girl has to do with me, Crowley.”

“Darling, I thought we’d been over this. It’s not your place to ask questions.” He was right. You hated to admit it, but he was.

It wasn’t as hard as Crowley made it out to be. In fact, it was so easy to find Jules you started to wonder what the fuck Crowley was actually up to. He seriously couldn’t find her only two hours away from the house he’d held her at? More to the point, why hadn’t she left yet? Why was she still here?

You walked up to the door, seeing the lights were off in the room. Before knocking you stopped and listened. You could hear her in there, she was pacing, mumbling to herself. Fucking hell, she must be in a panic, demons after her, not knowing who to trust.

Knowing that you were only prolonging the inevitable, you raised your hand and knocked. From inside the room you heard a scream and a thump. You waited a beat before knocking again. This wasn’t the time to be sensitive. Even though Crowley hadn’t given you specific instructions you were sure he wasn’t going to be pleased if you half assed this, and you’d been wracking your brain the whole drive here to find a way around the rules without breaking them. Jules couldn’t fall back into Crowley’s hands, but she couldn’t go back to the brothers either.

The door opened and you were faced with a girl who locked severely freaked out.

“We need to talk.” Her eyes flicked around.

“How do I know you’re you?” So she wasn’t completely incompetent. You pulled out a flask of holy water and a shotgun shell filled with rock salt.

“Know what salt and holy water do to a demon?” She nodded. Here goes. You opened the shell and poured it’s contents into the flask. Then you took a deep breath before raising it to your mouth. Fucking hell, that’s nasty! You looked at Jules.

“See? No burns, no screams, no smoke. All human.” She looked relieved but didn’t open the door to let you inside.

“Why are you here? Where’s Dean? And Sam?”

“Like I said, we need to talk, and while I may not be a demon I can’t say the same for anyone else. Will you please let me in?” She looked around, panic back in her eyes. Then she gestured for you to hurry and slammed the door as soon as you’d stepped over the threshold. You heard the lock click and the chain slide into place.

“Wow,” you said, looking around the room. Devil’s traps and sigils lined the walls and floor, and salt lines ran all along the walls, windows and doors. “Where’d you learn all this?” You turned back to look at her, only to find her sitting on the floor, hands in her hair and shaking.

“Hey,” you murmured in a soft voice, squatting down infront of her. “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through, and how this must be, but I need you to get it together, okay?” She looked up at you.

“I don’t know what’s happened, or why. And the only two people I have to rely on haven’t come for me. I don’t even know their phone numbers. So please don’t talk to me about keeping it together.”

“Listen, Sam and Dean have tried their damn best to find you. They even came to me, asking if I knew anything. At the time I didn’t. I only found out where you were an hour ago. I don’t even know why the demons want you. But…” you bit your lip, hating that you had to say this part. You had no guarantee that you’d be able to keep your word. “I’m here to help you.”

Jules POV

I didn’t know whether to believe Y/N or not. I didn’t know her, although Sam and Dean seemed to trust her, at least they used to. What help could she offer?

“How?”

“First things first.” She held her hands out and pulled me to my feet. She guided me to a chair and we sat down at the table.

“The most important thing you need to know is that if you stay here, the demons will find you, no question. As I said, I don’t know why they want you, but I can promise it’s nothing good. But because they want you, you have to stay away from the Winches-”

“No! No fucking way!” I flew up from my seat and started pacing again. Y/N stood up as well, like she was prepared to take me down if I didn’t listen to her.

“You don’t get it, Jules, if they find you, they find them. And I can’t let that happen. If you care about them you’ll understand.” I stared at her, feeling my eyes bugging out.

“That’s rich! Dean told me what you did, and I have to say, that was some stinking horse shit. They loved you, and you just up and left them behind, never looking back. And then you had the nerve to show up at the bunker? Hah!” A flash of movement and she was standing right infront of me, seeming to tower over me, looking pissed as hell.

“You don’t know half the reason I left. You don’t know why I did what I did. And you certainly don’t know what leaving them did to me. So don’t go acting all high and mighty, pretending to know them, or me for that matter.” I stood stock still, the chill in her voice freezing me on the spot. It took a few moments before I had the nerve to speak again.

“I trusted them to find me… I thought I knew that they’d fight tooth and nail, and succeed. But they didn’t, and I had to get myself out.”

“I know.” Her voice was softer now, but she didn’t back down. “And now I need you to know why you have to stay away from them.” Tears were forming in my eyes.

“So I have to go at this alone?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“You said you’d hep me.” “I can only do so much, Jules.” A moment of silence.

“Can I at least call Dean?”

Dean POV

“Jules?” His voice barely held up after hearing her voice.

“Yeah, it’s me…”

“Where are you?” He tried his best to keep the panic and anger at bay. If she’d been hurt-

“I can’t tell you.” Her voice was soft, shaky, like she was crying. Dean’s hand was trembling, resisting the urge to hit something, and he wanted to scream at her and demand to know where she was so he could come get her. But he didn’t.

“Why?”

“Because of you Dean. What happened to me… It would happen to you too. So I need to be alone.”

“Jules…” She was kidding herself if she thought he wouldn’t find her. “What did they do?” His voice was strained, trying to keep his emotions in check. He heard a sob on the other line, faint, as if she was holding the phone away from her head, hoping he wouldn’t hear.

“I have to go, Dean.”

“No, Jules-” The line went dead.

Jules POV

I let the phone fall to the floor, my mind a haze. Somewhere in the back of my senses I felt Y/N move beside me to pick it up. Then hands were moving me through the room, sitting me down on the bed. Her face appeared infront of me, catching my attention.

“Jules? I need you to focus.” I shook my head to clear it, and nodded to show she had my attention.

“Good. So here’s the deal. I need to leave soon, but there are a few things I need you to do.” Another nod.

“First, I need you to leave this town. You already know about protection against demons, use it. Don’t stay in one town for more than a couple of days, and always use cash.” She stuffed a wrinkled piece of paper in my hand. “Learn this by heart. It’s an exorcism, should you need to use it. On the other side is a drawing of a pentagram. I want you to get it tattooed somewhere on your body, it’ll prevent possession.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small gun. “Last thing,” she said, putting it on the bed next to me. “Learn to use this.” She turned and walked to the door, and after a moment I stood up to follow.

“That’s it? You’re just leaving?” Y/N shrugged on her jacket and opened the door. Before stepping outside she turned back.

“I don’t think this will be the last time we ever meet, Jules. But I have to ask you to keep this to yourself.” The door closed.

As it turned out, the only perk to Y/N’s visit was my phone call. Nothing else seemed to be working out for me. Wherever I went there seemed to be demons on my heels. I’d gotten the tattoo as soon as possible, and so far it seemed to be working, as no one had tried to smoke their way down my throat yet. But the demons were still there, lurking around every fucking corner.

I’d also become a thief, stealing cars left and right, but never keeping them for long. I must have slept in nine different beds the past two weeks. I never left my motel room during the night, and barely walked outside even during the day. Was this my life now? Was this what I had to look forward to? Living in isolation and on the run? Some life that would be.

I couldn’t help but think that some serious paranoia was setting in. I saw eyes watching me all the time. I didn’t trust the motel managers, or the clerks at the gas-n-sips. I wore discreet clothes and tried my best to hide in plain sight. It was driving me crazy. I wanted nothing more than to go back to Sam and Dean, and find out why this was all happening. I felt so fucking cut off from the world and there was nothing to distract me, even for a moment, to let me forget the situation I was in.

Y/N hadn’t shown up again. I didn’t know whether to be grateful or suspicious or panicking about that fact. True, she couldn’t very well babysit me, and I’d decided to believe her when she said she didn’t know why the demons were after me. But the solitude had given me more than enough time to think how weird it was that she’d found me so fast after I escaped, when Dean and Sam hadn’t. It was all eating me up, and I couldn’t see the world in a straight perspective anymore.

I was walking from the nearest grocery store, back to the motel, when I felt it. I was being followed. Nowadays all my senses were dialled up to eleven, and it didn’t escape my notice that the same sound of feet hitting the ground had been behind me for a solid ten minutes now. All the way from the store. I sped up slightly, and the steps behind me kept up. My heart was pounding so hard my head started to hurt. I could do this. One more turn and it was only a short sprint back to the motel and the safety of my protection. I rounded the corner and took off, dropping the bags of food on the sidewalk, hoping to slow down whoever was following me. Not looking back even for a moment I strained my muscles as much as possible and ran as fast as I could. I got to my room and slammed the door behind me, barricading it with whatever I could find, checking all the salt lines and traps before collapsing in a heap on the floor. When the pounding on the door started I wrapped my arms around my head and squeezed, trying to tune out the sound that could mean my death.

The crash of the door breaking open had me jump up and back as far into the room as I could. Someone had gotten inside. What the hell? What demon could cross a salt line? And not get stuck in the traps? I saw a shape moving behind the glass divider between the bed and the door and pressed my back against the wall, trying to become as small as possible. In the pocket of my jacket I felt the gun digging into my hip and immediately grabbed it. When the person came around the corner I raised it to fire. Only to drop it just as fast.

“Dean?!”

@carryonmyswansong

Note: I couldn’t sleep, this chapter kept nagging at me so I had to write it :P

[greenofallshades]

I saved this for when I had the time because I liked the questions, and because it was sent by a friend, @rapid-apathy.  So I had a long rainy weekend and was able to do it.  I’ve been holding onto it forever.  You’re supposed to answer the questions you like, delete the ones you don’t, and add your own to make 100.  I didn’t bullet mine but this is close to 100 either way, I guess.

So here’s a little tell-all, if anyone wants to know.  I’m tagging some unsuspecting souls so you guys can shake your fists at me and say well, fuck, it’s Monday, so naturally.   (Seriously, no one feel obligated to do it..pretending you never got tagged is perfectly fine, lol). 

@simcoedefensesquad, @abewoodhullturncoat, @cupric-solution, @enouementonism, @thesnakeinthegarden, @zaggyswag,  @080939, @teagrounebulous, @dolfinsatdawn, @west-coast-happiness

The meaning behind my url:  greenofallshades, Green is my favorite color and adding the last part made it sound vaguely...interesting, or something.

A picture of me: will post one soon.

How many tattoos i have and what they are:  none

Last time i cried and why: During the TURN finale, lol, but does that count?  Before that, a fight with my husband.

Favorite band:  Impossible to pick one, just cannot.  Also I’m one of those people who when you ask me to pick my favorite something I freeze and can think of nothing.

Biggest turn offs:  Pretentiousness, number one by far.  Also people who drop hints instead of asking for something, game-playing instead of being direct, and braggarts.

Top 5 (insert subject): Top five cookies!  Girl Scout Thin Mint, soft baked chocolate chip, M&M cookies, Nutter Butters, and Oreos.  

Tattoos i want: *shrug* none

Biggest turn ons: strong arms, hairy chest

 Age: old lady by Tumblr kid standards, I guess

Ideas of a perfect date: Sitting in front of a fire in an empty tavern with a 6'3" ginger Queen's Ranger, drinking to the point that I'm not drunk but feel good, and he gets loose and starts telling me stuff no one else knows, then getting on his horse with him (me in front, being held securely by him) and riding out to a secluded cabin in the woods only he knows about, where we spend the night having wild sex and getting as loud as we want.

Life goal: Not to have any huge regrets on my deathbed when it comes to people in my life.

Piercings i want: none

Relationship status: married

Favorite movie: Can't pick one but I love Bram Stoker's Dracula, Pulp Fiction, Gladiator, Goodfellas, Thirty Days of Night.  Not into chick flicks very much.  Also a couple of old movies---Rebecca (a total mind fuck) and Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, which I STRONGLY rec.  It's a middle-aged married couple who have company over and spend the night drinking and cursing and tearing each other apart with complete viciousness. 

 A fact about my life:  I'm boring but okay with it

Phobia:  Any and all bugs, especially flying ones.  I wish I could make all of them extinct, including butterflies.

.Height: 5'5"

Are you a virgin?   A what?  

What is your shoe size?  8

What’s your sexual orientation?  straight

Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs?   Wine sometimes....red.  Used to like white, can’t stand it now, and beer makes my throat close up

Someone you miss: My parents...they had me very late in life and they're gone now.

What’s one thing you regret?  Not being a better daughter

First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive:  Samuel Roukin, are you shocked?

Favorite ice cream?  french vanilla

One insecurity: Body image.  I had an eating disorder when I was a teenager and body issues will stay with me until I die.

What my last text message says:  From me---I might answer late because we’re doing late dinner.  To me---How does she afford it

Have you ever taken a picture naked? Taken one, no---taken one OF somebody, yes

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex?  No

Have you ever slept naked?   Yes

Have you ever stole money from a friend?  No

Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met?  Yes

Have you ever been in a fist fight?  No

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back?  Yeah, I think everybody has

Have you ever been arrested?  No

Have you ever made out with a stranger?  Yes 

Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by?  Yes

Have you ever been lonely?  Yes

Have you ever been to a club?  Clubbing and dancing, so much fun

 Have you ever felt an earthquake?  Yes, in Virginia it's a rare thing and I thought Jesus was coming back.

Have you ever touched a snake?  I've held snakes...they're adorable.

Have you ever ran a red light?  Yes, and it was stupid as hell because my husband witnessed a horrible accident when someone ran a red.  A man was ejected out of his car into the air came down, and hit the pavement, dead.  DON'T RUN RED LIGHTS

Have you ever been in a car accident?   Yes

 Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?  Pretty sure I have

Have you ever sang karaoke?  No and never will for the mercy of the world

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t?   Oh yeah...for example today I told myself I wouldn't touch the box of Cheezits in the pantry.

Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?  No, but I've laughed so hard I retched

Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger?   Yes

Have you ever dream that you married someone?   Yes and I woke up and it was true.

Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole?  No, but points for a question that made me shudder.

Have you ever ever gone to school partially naked?  *side eye glance*

Have you ever brushed your teeth?   *second side eye glance*  I hope to hell

Have you ever ever too scared to watch scary movies alone?  Yes....I cannot watch Thirty Days of Night alone, even it's daytime

Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?  No, and it's a good thing, because you don't push a woman who has naturally curly hair into the water or your ass is going to have consequences.

Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger?  Yes

Have you ever broken a bone?  Just a toe

Have you ever been easily amused?  Lol, every damn day...wouldn't have it any other way.

Have you ever laughed so hard you cried?  Many times

Have you ever mooned/flashed someone?  No

Have you ever forgotten someone’s name?   Yes, embarrassing

Have you ever give us one thing about you that no one knows   I never have and I am not going to have creeps following this blog, lol.

What was your last dream?   I dreamed Samuel Roukin played a biker in black leather.  Are you seeing the trend here?

Would you be up for interplanetary travel if it was a thing?  Hard pass...I will stay safe on my couch with my fleece throw.

If you could travel back in time, where would you go?  Omg.  Again, can’t pick but I’m leaving this question up because it’s a good one.  

Do you prefer tech or real books for reading?   I like both, but prefer books

Do you dread doctor visits or do they not bother you?   They make me anxious

Favorite fashion decade of the twentieth century?  1940s

Are you wearing nail polish and if so, what color?   Manicure, Essie Watermelon; pedicure, OPI I Vant To Bite Your Neck

 Are you into working out or no?  I've always worked out, but I'm so burned out now

Do you have a temper?   Yes

Do you have one item you treat yosef with, and if so, what is it?   Josie Maran whipped argan oil

Do you eat meat?  Yes I am a happy carnivore

If yes, how do you like it cooked?  Well done and y'all can drag me for that all you want

Ever had a boss or a teacher you absolutely hated?  Oh yeah....a bitch boss who loved making lives miserable.  She snatched my engagement ring and hid it for a day so I would think I'd lost it, then gave it back at the end of the day and laughed. I was frantic.  I wish I could have a do-over with that bitch.

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?  Coffee

Do you wear makeup?  Yes

If you wear perfume, what's your scent type/favorite fragrance?  I like fresh/clean scents...love Versace VersenseScented 

Do you have a girl crush?  Yes

Candles, wax melts, or incense?  Wax melts....I have a shameful amount of those bitches.  Walmart, $2, too cheap to pass up.

Favorite season of the year?  Fall, fall, fall, then winter

Fanfic---do you prefer smut or fluff?   Smut, but well-written fluff about the right character (GUESS WHO) is good too

Do you like taking selfies?  Why or why not?   I hate it.  Old body image issues, not photogenic, etc.

Do you want children?   We can't, but we'll be okay.

Do you prefer lots of friends or just a few good friends?  Just a few, not interested in crowds of pseudo-friends

Introvert or extrovert, or mixture of both?  Mixture...can and do initiate conversation with strangers but I'm an only child and I need solitude to be sane

Ocean/beach or mountains?  Ocean, if it's cold, cloudy, and the water is wild and gray.  Otherwise mountains.

Morning person or night person?  Morning...first cup of coffee makes me annoyingly wired.

Do you initiate conversations with strangers?  Yes

Milk or dark chocolate?  Dark

What do you post on your blog?   Mostly Simcoe stuff, other TURN material, with some Walking Dead, Vikings, and The Strain.  Occasionally fashion, quotes, etc.

Is it hard for you to apologize when you're in the wrong?   If I know I've done wrong or hurt someone I have no problem apologizing.  I wouldn't want it to be otherwise.  And if I ever piss off any of y’all, let me know.

Love at first sight?  No.  Like/compatibility that turns into love, yes.

Best/funniest Halloween memory?  A couple, I guess.  The first was a party when my hairstylist friend did my make up and I went as a gypsy.  It was perfect, the hair, the armloads of cheap bangles and the huge earrings, a white peasant shirt with a flowing multicolored skirt, etc. 

 The second is one I was only told about, and it happened years ago, but I laugh when I think about it.   My father-in-law(to be) was home alone and a flood of kids kept coming to the door.  He gave out all the candy, then started throwing in cans of Beanie Weenies, and when they were gone, he started handing out money.  Finally he said to hell with it, turned off the light, and went to bed.

Did your first crush work out or was it unrequited?  Unrequited

Do you like old movies---and by old, I mean OLD old?  Yes, I've even watched a couple of silent movies.  The main thing about old movies that bugs is me the ever-present music.

Do you tan or burn?  Burn---don't care about tanning/lying in the sun with the heat beating down on me.  I like myself pale, anyway.

Do you think people deserve second chances?  Generally yes.  Hard to say no considering how many times I've fucked up.  But child molesters, that kind of thing--hell no.

What animal would be cutest if scaled down to the size of a cat?   A T-Rex

Do you have any weird food likes/dislikes?  I hate cheese, esp. melted. (Ikr?) Also white creamy foods...cream soups, mayonnaise, etc

.What's the funniest real person's name you've ever heard?   Andrew Lincoln is really Andrew Clutterbuck

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[claire-bear-and-friends-blog]

Bleach Version of CAH

Black Cards

v  What would I create if I had Aizen’s hogyoku?

v  Maybe Ikkaku isn’t bald. Maybe he’s (               ).

v  The other Visored were shocked to learn that Lisa’s magazines are actually filled with pictures of (                ).

v  What is the Quincy’s ultimate goal?

v  Kurosaki Ichigo has every power. Except the power of (              ).

v  I should be in Squad 0 because I invented (               ).

v  What’s the next thing that Szayel is going to make edible?

v  Yhwach is hiring a new Stern Ritter, the Quincy of (             ).

v  Soi Fon refused to fight alongside Hachigen, at least until he offered her               (            ).

v  Why is Soul Society in trouble?

v  Grimmjow hasn’t joined the battle because he is distracted by (            ).

v  What will the Reiou (Soul King) use to woo Ichigo?

v  Orihime’s powers can heal anything, except of course (                 ).

v  Rukia’s next comic will be about (                ), dealing with (               ), for the first time.

v  For their new fundraiser, the Women’s Soul Reaper Association (WRSA) will be selling (             ).

v  Gin might have beaten Aizen if only he had used (           ).

v  Urahara has a secret weapon to defeat the Quincy. What is it?

v  As a teenager Byakuya was obsessed with (           ).

v  What was the name of Ichigo’s fullbring?

v  When not in use, the Zanpakuto bond by (               ).

v  Aside from killing, what do Soul Reapers use their Zanpakuto for?

v  The Visored survived in the World of the Living by (              ).

v  Why does the king ride the horse?

v  Aizen has requested to see a live performance of Hamlet in the World of the Living. Why?

v  Ryuuken has decided to become a better father by (             ).

v  Isshin has decided to become a better father by (              ).

v  The best sword in Bleach belongs to (               ).

v  Who has the spikiest hair?

v  What was Luffi’s secret power?

v  What things are found in Ichigo’s repression box?

v  Why are there so many characters with a creepy grin?

v  The person that has a crush on Ichigo is (               ).

v  What does Senbonzakura do in his spare time?

v  What brings all the Hollows to the yard?

v  The best way to describe Bleach is (               ).

v  Why does Ichigo’s inner hollow wax poetry about kings and horses?

v  When the Visoreds materialise their masks their sclera’s turn black. Because of (               ).

v  What is the heart?

v (                 ) & (               ), the hottest new ship in Bleach.

v  What were the makers of Bleach S Abridged on when making their abridged series?

v  A new name has been created for Bleach and is (              ).

v  I will defeat you using my (              )!

v  Aizen’s Bankai gives the ability to (            ).

v  When Ichigo and Nel spend time together it always leads to (            ).

v  Uryuu loves (             ), but he will never admit it.

v  The dullest part of Bleach is (               ).

v (                 ) will defeat all the hollows.

v  The real cause of Ukitake’s illness is (              ).

v  Nanao has discovered something in her captain’s bedroom. What is it?

v  (             ) doesn’t happen in the manga.

White Cards

v  The Quincy watching you from the shadows.

v  A Menos Grande named Steve.

v  Aizen’s bondage chair.

v  Ishida wearing Ichigo’s sword like a hat.

v  Tite Kubo’s fetish for cutting off arms.

v  The heart.

v  A sword that releases into an EVEN BIGGER SWORD!

v  My pride.

v  A noble scarf.

v  Boobs.

v  Very nice sideburns.

v  Ichigo’s closet.

v  Getting a tattoo on your face because you once saw a dude with the same tattoo on his chest.

v  An obscene tattoo.

v  Complimenting another dudes’ eyebrows because eyebrows are cool, dude.

v  Shunpo (flash step).

v  Eyebrows that are just, freakishly long.

v  Zombie slaves.

v  A bunny named Chappy.

v  Screaming Kurosaki Ichigo’s name.

v  The empty chair in the sky.

v  Perfect hypnosis.

v  A nickname from Yachiru.

v  Talking to your guitar like it is sentient.

v  The despair squad.

v  Justice.

v  A bucket worn on the head like a helmet.

v  Talking cats.

v  Putting Urahara into a box for an entire month.

v  A pink flowered kimono.

v  A stray dog, down to my bones.

v  Squad 4 being too late to actually heal you.

v  Aizen getting high on Ulquiorra’s eye sparkles.

v  Stabbing Momo Hinamori.

v  Ulquiorra holding out his hand as he turns to dust.

v  Healing mucus.

v  Endless Pursuit.

v  Admiral Seaweed.

v  A hand that doubles as a drill.

v  A caterpillar baby with poisonous chest spikes.

v  Ignoring serious head wounds.

v  Unohana with her hair down.

v  Instinct.

v  Plushies that are alive.

v  Tea.

v  My inner hollow.

v  A city on its side.

v  The rain.

v  A dead mother.

v  Urahara’s hat.

v  A hell butterfly.

v  Because it is all according to my plan. - Aizen

v  Byakuya’s hair piece.

v  The Ouken (The Kings Key).

v  Piles of paperwork.

v  Mysterious transfer students.

v  Resurreccion Segunda Etapa (Second-Stage Resurreccion).

v  BANKAI!

v  Ichigo’s blinding hair that every other anime protagonist has.

v  Nerd Aizen.

v  Getsuga Tensho (Basically, Fuck everything in that direction).

v  Mugetsu.

v  Yoruichi’s fuzzy paws.

v  Quincy brainwashing.

v  A powerless Ichigo.

v  Harribel’s under-boob.

v  Tatsuki punching Chizuru off of Orihime every morning.

v  Las Noche’s being so huge.

v  Crystal tree’s in Hueco Mundo.

v  Mugetsu’s majestic, waist-length, black hair.

v  The holy Substitute Shinigami arc.

v  Everyone randomly giving Toshiro candy all the time.

v  Aizen's butterfly form that made all fans stare in horror.

v  Orihime’s usefulness and character development other that her breasts.

v  The beach episode that came from an omake and a 2-page art piece.

v  Ulquiorra’s habit of creating a hole in his victim’s chest.

v  Rangiku in a cat suit.

v  Hyorinmaru’s stoic face.

v  The tragic ending of Bleach.

v  Gin creepily staring at everyone with a knowing grin from afar.

v  Grimmjow’s Resurreccions blue kitty ears.

v  The fact that Ikkaku shares an uncanny resemblance to Saitama from One Punch Man.

v  The bromance of the entire 11th division.

v  Ichigo’s cero destroying the chains of Hell.

v  The Diamond Dust Rebellion movie.

v  Mayuri without his makeup and headgear.

v  Urahara smirking behind his fan.

v  Just a simple candy shop owner.

v  The rejoicing of every Ichihime and Renruki shipper at the ending.

v  Kenpachi’s hair style of death.

v  The fact that Isshin is Kaien, Ganju and Kuukakku’s uncle. Also, that he was the head of the Noble Shiba clan.

v  Yumichika’s soul sucking, colour sensitive, flowery, peacock zanpakuto.

v  Grimmjow’s abs.

v  Ulquiorra cosplaying as batman.

v  The Espada at Aizen’s tea parties.

v  Noitora’s 6 arms.

v  All of the Ichigo shippers going to war.

v  The despair of every Ichiruki and Ishihme shipper at the ending.

v  Fights that take 10 episodes to finish.

v  Fighting a captain.

v  Sacrificing yourself in a horrific and violent manner.

v  The canon ships.

v  Bleach S Abridged in general.

v  Ichigo’s hollow and Old Man Zangetsu drinking in Ichigo’s inner world.

v  Dark Rukia.

v  Just kiss him already.

v  Cero.

v  Whatever animal Kon is.

v  Insulting your former captain.

v  A secret sake stash.

v  A Mashiro Super Kick.

v  Stabbing people in the chest with your hand.

v  The Onmitsukido.

v  Flinging your friend from the top of Soukyouku Hill.

v  Using forbidden Kido.

v  Ukitake’s chronic illness.

v  Getting lost in every single division barracks.

v  Having Kido backfire on you.

v  Explaining your abilities to your opponent.

v  Mayuri’s questionable fashion sense.

v  A ridiculous amount of spiritual pressure.

v  Hell.

v  High level Kido spells cast without incantations.

v  Betrayal.

v  Kuchiki Byakuya’s perfect hair.

v  Noble families.

v  Orihime’s attempts at seducing Ichigo.

v  Sosuke Aizen. Enough said.

v  Yoruichi turning into a cat.

v  Accepting Ichigo’s offer to see his ‘Ultimate Zanpakuto’.

v  Untreated PTSD.

v  Shiro’s horns right up the ass.

v  Killing Masaki.

v  Dying heroically for no reason.

v  The MRSA (Men’s Soul Reapers Association)

v  Getting stabbed in the chest.

v  Karakura Town.

v  Rangiku’s necklace that falls between her boobs.

v  Pure chaos.

v  Central 46 being murdered by Aizen.

v  Getting stabbed by your captain.

v  Saving the world before turning 16.

v  Muramasa’s Zanpakuto filler arc that is underrated.

v  Ikkaku Madarame’s shiny bald head.

v  Strawberry-chan.

v  Isshin’s suspicious white van.

v  Pretending not to have Bankai.

v  The Maggot’s nest with Urahara in charge.

v  Tekking101’s weekly Bleach chapter review.

v  Kenpachi Zaraki killing everyone in the nearby vicinity

AN: Just to be clear I don’t own Bleach, but me and my friends created our own version of Cards Against Humanity and I wanted to share them. They take a while to make and coming up with the ideas was a process. I encourage you to enjoy and if you wish to make your own, you are totally allowed to use these or simply take ideas. It is a long post as it has 50 Black and 150 White cards.

Have a good one!

-Claire Bear & Friends

[cardsagainstanme]

Bleach Version of CAH

Black Cards

v  What would I create if I had Aizen’s hogyoku?

v  Maybe Ikkaku isn’t bald. Maybe he’s (               ).

v  The other Visored were shocked to learn that Lisa’s magazines are actually filled with pictures of (                ).

v  What is the Quincy’s ultimate goal?

v  Kurosaki Ichigo has every power. Except the power of (              ).

v  I should be in Squad 0 because I invented (               ).

v  What’s the next thing that Szayel is going to make edible?

v  Yhwach is hiring a new Stern Ritter, the Quincy of (               ).

v  Soi Fon refused to fight alongside Hachigen, at least until he offered her               (              ).

v  Why is Soul Society in trouble?

v  Grimmjow hasn’t joined the battle because he is distracted by (              ).

v  What will the Reiou (Soul King) use to woo Ichigo?

v  Orihime’s powers can heal anything, except of course (                 ).

v  Rukia’s next comic will be about (                ), dealing with (              ), for the first time.

v  For their new fundraiser, the Women’s Soul Reaper Association (WRSA) will be selling (              ).

v  Gin might have beaten Aizen if only he had used (           ).

v  Urahara has a secret weapon to defeat the Quincy. What is it?

v  As a teenager Byakuya was obsessed with (             ).

v  What was the name of Ichigo’s fullbring?

v  When not in use, the Zanpakuto bond by (               ).

v  Aside from killing, what do Soul Reapers use their Zanpakuto for?

v  The Visored survived in the World of the Living by (              ).

v  Why does the king ride the horse?

v  Aizen has requested to see a live performance of Hamlet in the World of the Living. Why?

v  Ryuuken has decided to become a better father by (             ).

v  Isshin has decided to become a better father by (            ).

v  The best sword in Bleach belongs to (                ).

v  Who has the spikiest hair?

v  What was Luffi’s secret power?

v  What things are found in Ichigo’s repression box?

v  Why are there so many characters with a creepy grin?

v  The person that has a crush on Ichigo is (               ).

v  What does Senbonzakura do in his spare time?

v  What brings all the Hollows to the yard?

v  The best way to describe Bleach is (               ).

v  Why does Ichigo’s inner hollow wax poetry about kings and horses?

v  When the Visoreds materialise their masks their sclera’s turn black. Because of (               ).

v  What is the heart?

v  (                ) & (               ), the hottest new ship in Bleach.

v  What were the makers of Bleach S Abridged on when making their abridged series?

v  A new name has been created for Bleach and is (              ).

v  I will defeat you using my (              )!

v  Aizen’s Bankai gives the ability to (            ).

v  When Ichigo and Nel spend time together it always leads to (            ).

v  Uryuu loves (             ), but he will never admit it.

v  The dullest part of Bleach is (               ).

v (                 ) will defeat all the hollows.

v  The real cause of Ukitake’s illness is (              ).

v  Nanao has discovered something in her captain’s bedroom. What is it?

v  (              ) doesn’t happen in the manga.

White Cards

v  The Quincy watching you from the shadows.

v  A Menos Grande named Steve.

v  Aizen’s bondage chair.

v  Ishida wearing Ichigo’s sword like a hat.

v  Tite Kubo’s fetish for cutting off arms.

v  The heart.

v  A sword that releases into an EVEN BIGGER SWORD!

v  My pride.

v  A noble scarf.

v  Boobs.

v  Very nice sideburns.

v  Ichigo’s closet.

v  Getting a tattoo on your face because you once saw a dude with the same tattoo on his chest.

v  An obscene tattoo.

v  Complimenting another dudes’ eyebrows because eyebrows are cool, dude.

v  Shunpo (flash step).

v  Eyebrows that are just, freakishly long.

v  Zombie slaves.

v  A bunny named Chappy.

v  Screaming Kurosaki Ichigo’s name.

v  The empty chair in the sky.

v  Perfect hypnosis.

v  A nickname from Yachiru.

v  Talking to your guitar like it is sentient.

v  The despair squad.

v  Justice.

v  A bucket worn on the head like a helmet.

v  Talking cats.

v  Putting Urahara into a box for an entire month.

v  A pink flowered kimono.

v  A stray dog, down to my bones.

v  Squad 4 being too late to actually heal you.

v  Aizen getting high on Ulquiorra’s eye sparkles.

v  Stabbing Momo Hinamori.

v  Ulquiorra holding out his hand as he turns to dust.

v  Healing mucus.

v  Endless Pursuit.

v  Admiral Seaweed.

v  A hand that doubles as a drill.

v  A caterpillar baby with poisonous chest spikes.

v  Ignoring serious head wounds.

v  Unohana with her hair down.

v  Instinct.

v  Plushies that are alive.

v  Tea.

v  My inner hollow.

v  A city on its side.

v  The rain.

v  A dead mother.

v  Urahara’s hat.

v  A hell butterfly.

v  Because it is all according to my plan. - Aizen

v  Byakuya’s hair piece.

v  The Ouken (The Kings Key).

v  Piles of paperwork.

v  Mysterious transfer students.

v  Resurreccion Segunda Etapa (Second-Stage Resurreccion).

v  BANKAI!

v  Ichigo’s blinding hair that every other anime protagonist has.

v  Nerd Aizen.

v  Getsuga Tensho (Basically, Fuck everything in that direction).

v  Mugetsu.

v  Yoruichi’s fuzzy paws.

v  Quincy brainwashing.

v  A powerless Ichigo.

v  Harribel’s under-boob.

v  Tatsuki punching Chizuru off of Orihime every morning.

v  Las Noche’s being so huge.

v  Crystal tree’s in Hueco Mundo.

v  Mugetsu’s majestic, waist-length, black hair.

v  The holy Substitute Shinigami arc.

v  Everyone randomly giving Toshiro candy all the time.

v  Aizen's butterfly form that made all fans stare in horror.

v  Orihime’s usefulness and character development other that her breasts.

v  The beach episode that came from an omake and a 2-page art piece.

v  Ulquiorra’s habit of creating a hole in his victim’s chest.

v  Rangiku in a cat suit.

v  Hyorinmaru’s stoic face.

v  The tragic ending of Bleach.

v  Gin creepily staring at everyone with a knowing grin from afar.

v  Grimmjow’s Resurreccions blue kitty ears.

v  The fact that Ikkaku shares an uncanny resemblance to Saitama from One Punch Man.

v  The bromance of the entire 11th division.

v  Ichigo’s cero destroying the chains of Hell.

v  The Diamond Dust Rebellion movie.

v  Mayuri without his makeup and headgear.

v  Urahara smirking behind his fan.

v  Just a simple candy shop owner.

v  The rejoicing of every Ichihime and Renruki shipper at the ending.

v  Kenpachi’s hair style of death.

v  The fact that Isshin is Kaien, Ganju and Kuukakku’s uncle. Also, that he was the head of the Noble Shiba clan.

v  Yumichika’s soul sucking, colour sensitive, flowery, peacock zanpakuto.

v  Grimmjow’s abs.

v  Ulquiorra cosplaying as batman.

v  The Espada at Aizen’s tea parties.

v  Noitora’s 6 arms.

v  All of the Ichigo shippers going to war.

v  The despair of every Ichiruki and Ishihme shipper at the ending.

v  Fights that take 10 episodes to finish.

v  Fighting a captain.

v  Sacrificing yourself in a horrific and violent manner.

v  The canon ships.

v  Bleach S Abridged in general.

v  Ichigo’s hollow and Old Man Zangetsu drinking in Ichigo’s inner world.

v  Dark Rukia.

v  Just kiss him already.

v  Cero.

v  Whatever animal Kon is.

v  Insulting your former captain.

v  A secret sake stash.

v  A Mashiro Super Kick.

v  Stabbing people in the chest with your hand.

v  The Onmitsukido.

v  Flinging your friend from the top of Soukyouku Hill.

v  Using forbidden Kido.

v  Ukitake’s chronic illness.

v  Getting lost in every single division barracks.

v  Having Kido backfire on you.

v  Explaining your abilities to your opponent.

v  Mayuri’s questionable fashion sense.

v  A ridiculous amount of spiritual pressure.

v  Hell.

v  High level Kido spells cast without incantations.

v  Betrayal.

v  Kuchiki Byakuya’s perfect hair.

v  Noble families.

v  Orihime’s attempts at seducing Ichigo.

v  Sosuke Aizen. Enough said.

v  Yoruichi turning into a cat.

v  Accepting Ichigo’s offer to see his ‘Ultimate Zanpakuto’.

v  Untreated PTSD.

v  Shiro’s horns right up the ass.

v  Killing Masaki.

v  Dying heroically for no reason.

v  The MRSA (Men’s Soul Reapers Association)

v  Getting stabbed in the chest.

v  Karakura Town.

v  Rangiku’s necklace that falls between her boobs.

v  Pure chaos.

v  Central 46 being murdered by Aizen.

v  Getting stabbed by your captain.

v  Saving the world before turning 16.

v  Muramasa’s Zanpakuto filler arc that is underrated.

v  Ikkaku Madarame’s shiny bald head.

v  Strawberry-chan.

v  Isshin’s suspicious white van.

v  Pretending not to have Bankai.

v  The Maggot’s nest with Urahara in charge.

v  Tekking101’s weekly Bleach chapter review.

v  Kenpachi Zaraki killing everyone in the nearby vicinity.

AN: Hey guys this is my second completed deck, using Bleach, again I don’t own anything and i encourage you to make your own or even use these. They are extremely fun to play. Thanks for reading.

Have a good one!

-Claire