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fanaticsnail · 7 months ago

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You're The Cure

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Word Count: 4,300+

Synopsis: Law bought you a pretty flower from a port, wanting to impress you with it, and perhaps use it as a courting gift should you want him. As the Polar Tang's Herbalist, you know there is more to this flower than meets the eye. Trafalgar Law got more than what he bargained for with this little gift.

Themes: Pollen!Law x afab!reader, dubcon, desperate Law, Smut, mdni, NSFW, 18+ content, solo Law, edging, premature ejaculation, creampie, fluff

Notes: This little fic was brought to you by an incredibly recent ask that took control of my laptop. @sweetly-sicken, thank you for your ask - I hope you enjoy. @sordidmusings, @feral-artistry come get your man. He needs help (and thank you both for your help and your ears today while I wrote it).

Tag List: @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @feral-artistry @gingernut1314 @vespidphoenix @carrotsunshine @i-am-vita @mfreedomstuff @sexc-snail

Hunched over the desk in the greenhouse aboard the Polar Tang, Trafalgar D Water-Law scrunched his eyes tightly shut and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. His body was alight with a foreign passion he had never seen make it's equal. His clothes scratched and ignited his skin, the material of his heavy jacket weighing down his torso under the thick shroud of gray.

Peeling his hat from his body and tearing at the iron zipper of his coat, his body began moving on instinct alone. His mind was screaming at him for his appalling behavior as his hands scorched hot trails along the glistening skin on his stomach. Sweat poured from his temples, his lips parting and huffing as his hands moved at a will of their own below the waistband of his pants.

As his right hand gripped his achingly hard cock, he viciously began pistonning it within his fist, writhing and thrusting within it to match his brutal pace. His left hand snaked its way up his chest, pinching and circling the peaked bud of his right nipple as he mewled in desperation. He felt the approach of an impending orgasm stampede him towards release, the relief of the finish line almost within sight as he continued abusing his shiny knob and pummeling his shaft.

Just as he felt his body begin to tip its way over the edge, it fell away just as hastily. Panic wrote itself over his face: his eyes wide, his mouth agape with a thin trail saliva trickling down his chin in stringy strands.

“No, no, no, no,” he begged, pleading at his body to respond to the stimuli, picking up the pace and attempted to seek out his impending eruption for the second time, “No-... f-fuck-... Please.”

Choking his shaft, a momentary clarity sifted in his mind as his eyes snapped to the single, innocent, pale flower poking out of an unsuspecting, ceramic pot. The top of the flowers danced within the aura of the puffs of breath he was panting, the yellow hue of pollen tinting the air with a tang on his tongue and a burn in his nose.

“It’s that f-fucking flower, isn't i-it?” he chastised himself in a harsh whisper, laying his right hand flat over the desk as he thrust into his vice-like grip, “F-Fuck, it's the f-flower. Fuck.”

The sweetness of his release was once again in sight as he scrunched his eyes tightly shut. He released his nipple from his fingers, gripping the steel rim of the desk as he continued to writhe into his fist.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh sh-shit,” he choked on his words, desperately chasing an end that only rewarded him by sprinting away from within his reaching grasp. Again, the panic seared through his mind as he doubled down on his efforts, “No, no, no, no-o!”

Without any further thoughts about his elusive orgasm, he immediately elevated his left hand and splayed out his fingers. He growled out a desperate roar, his ink-tainted digits shaking as he attempted to activate his devil-fruit ability to expel the pollen like a foul demon from claiming his soul.

“R-Room- Ah fuck!” he exclaimed, his body immediately flopping over the desk as his body doubled its efforts against his iron-will. The intensity of the spouted dust increased it's crippling hold over his body, burrowing down deeper into every aspect of his body.

“Sh-Sh-... Sh-...” he arched his back, his brows knit in a tight furrowed concentration. Glancing at the flower once more, a pool of saliva began spilling over his bottom lip as sweat poured from his temple, “Sh-Shambles- AH NO!”

His cock danced with unresolved release, twitching within his fist as the intensity of his desire amplified. The devil-fruit abilities were doused by the fiery spray of the pollen in his respiratory system and blood stream. His body was not responding to his commands to expel it from himself by the supernatural means, nor the natural.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, falling back into the chair behind him and gyrating his hips rhythmically upwards to continue to match the pace of his pistoning fist.

As a final ditch effort to release himself from not only this spell, but to force himself to cum into his fist, he attempted to activate his Haki. Scrunching his eyes shut tightly before opening them once activated, the sparks of energy he intended on seeking fogged his mind with too frantic a stimuli.

Suddenly, he was aware of every white-hot wave of lust coursing through his veins. Everything ignited into a bright wave of light, his eyes not able to adjust to the flashes of the augmented hue. He shook his head, immediately shaking off the use of Haki from his widening eyes.

“H-Help,” he choked out a whimpered whisper, “I n-need help.” He mewled out a keening sob, desperately chasing his high within his right palm. He thrust his left hand into his hair, balling the sweat-damp strands into his fist and cried out for his release.

The bob in his thigh, the lightning bliss within reach again within the coiling band in his abdomen, everything was right there. Right there, until it wasn't.

“C’mon, Law!” He roared at himself, chasing his high. He focussed his ministrations on his frenulum, pinching and flicking his hand over the tight band of flesh, “You can do this. Gotta keep strong for the team. C-Can’t lettem’ know. You're better than th-this.”

He whined as his left hand once again chased the channels of his inked art up his chest, swirling his nipples beneath his calloused fingertips.

“F-fuck, fuck, fuck!” he cried in desperation, his cock refusing to spill over even the smallest amount of precum over the slit, no relief in his release being welcomed into his hand, “Why can't I do this? I-I need-... Shit-... I need-... Mmmfph-... I need help.”

“Anyone seen our captain?” You asked the crew gathered in the communal dining space. Downturned lips, shrugs and soft shakes of the heads from your crewmates unified in their puzzlement.

“Why? What's going on?” Bepo asked, his pale fur reflecting the buzzing illumines of the artificial light.

“Oh, he said he had something for me, is all,” you smiled at Bepo, clapping your hand over his shoulder with a polite smile, “Something about a flower he picked up from that strange port earlier today. Wanted me to have a look, see if I could extract anything of it.”

Bepo let out a small squeak of joy, stifling further joy from fleeing from his lips by clapping his paw over his muzzle. He sought out the corners of your face, gauging your emotions responding to a gift from the captain. You shook your head at the large, fuzzy bear with a small smirk.

“That kinda makes sense,” Penguin smirked up at you, shoveling his food into his lips and chomping down on the crunchy texture, “Seeing as though you're the herbal remedy spooky witch, and all. He's likely in your office, maybe even the greenhouse.”

“Herbalist, Pen,” you corrected him with a soft smirk and the shake of your head, “I didn't go to study permaculture, horticulture, botanical remedies alongside my bloody medical degree for you to refer to me as ‘herbal remedy spooky witch'.”

Cackles erupted from the table around you, your own chuckle joining with the crew as you rose to your feet. Discarding the contents from your tray, you then placed the empty tray atop the metal shelf for the cleaning crew to easily manage.

“Alright, family,” you called to your crewmen with a smile, “I'm off to take a look at that flower. I'll see you all for dinner later.”

“Bye, spooky witch,” Penguin chuckled at you, “Don't forget your broom on the way out.”

“Penguin!” Bepo scolded your hat-wearing crewman, prompting you to laugh in response. Shaking your head, you approached Penguin from behind, leaning down to lean into his ear with utter seriousness.

“Be sure not to test this witch’s patience,” you smirked, purring into his ear in a sultry whisper. Penguin's blood ran cold, feeling the warm heat cascading from your body as your cool breath met with the shell of his ear, “Or I may curse you with something as sinister as impotence.”

You laughed to yourself, turning and exiting the dining room to make your way towards your office. Noticing a dim light beneath the door, you cocked your head to the side as you narrowed your eyes.

A small wave of tinted dust swirled beneath the door, your eyes widening at the hue of the pollen particles. You immediately reached into your boiler suit, seeking out your personal mushi-shell and raising it to your lips.

“Bepo, you there?” You called to your fuzz-covered crewmate, “Important, honey. You there?” your snail jumped, Bepo’s voice expelling from the box with a hasty confirmation of, “I'm here, what's going on?”

“I need you to open the vents in the greenhouse and pump the room with clean air,” you ordered him, reaching for the door of your office and knocking on the cloudy glass of the window.

Rough panting, cursing and growling echoed from a masculine voice from within the room, your heartbeat increasing the longer you were standing outside the door. You had read about this pollen, recognised the hue immediately beneath the crack in the door, and you knew almost exactly what sight was going to meet with your eyes as soon as you turned the door handle.

“Bepo, did you flush the room?” You hastily hissed into the shell, a curt, “yes!” was confirmed in response.

“Good job, sweety,” you praised him, before knitting your brows up in concern with a very cautious question, “Bepo?”

“Yes, Herbalist?” Bepo asked into the shell, “Is there anything else I can do for you? You sound kinda panicked.”

“I just-... I don't know how to put it plainer than this at the moment…” You trailed off, unsure of how to pose this question without further questions being asked of yourself, “...You're the captain's closest confidant, Bepo. Do you know if he's taken a lover aboard the ship? Anyone he fancies that might reciprocate his-... Uhh-... Affections?”

A lull in the crackle prompted your heart to skip a few beats, patiently waiting for Bepo to answer your question. You were likely certain there were a few, including yourself, that took a shine to the broody and serious captain that manned the Heart-Pirates. You were aware of the cure for this disease he'd likely inflicted on himself, truly desiring to give him the treatment he'd actually consent to adhere to.

This was pollen from the pale-lust plant, a plant that only the smallest amount of dust could amplify and magnify the sexual experience of the person who inhales it. It was usually manufactured into perfumes and body oils for those who wanted to ‘spice up’ their love lives. And your Captain had likely doused himself in it.

“I'm not sure if it's my place to say, but from your tone of panic…” the shell muttered in Bepo’s calming cadence after several moments of silence, “...H-He hasn't ever thought about buying anyone aside you a gift at port before. A-And he really thought you'd like that flower he brought back for you.”

“Okay, Bepo,” you managed to choke out a small squeaked order, “I need you to block off all access to the botanical bay for the rest of the day. Captain's orders, okay? You're in charge.”

“Is everything okay? Do you need help-?” He questioned over the shell, you halting his voice by speaking over him.

“-The captain is likely experiencing some systemic shock at the moment,” you confessed, adjusting your uniform at your neck in an attempt to stifle your blush, “Judging from the hue of the dust, it's likely the plant he brought back had an effect that I doubt he would've prepared himself for.” You bit your lip, truly concerned for Law's wellbeing within your office, “I need you to take charge until either I, or Captain Law, tell you otherwise. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

“Aye, sir,” Bepo’s practiced reply barked into the speaker, you could almost visualize the salute on the other side of the transponder.

“Good boy,” you praised him, your hand moving down to the door handle and beginning to turn it, “I'm going to be out of contact for a while. I might still make it to dinner, but if I can't - please save me and the captain a plate!”

“Aye, sir!” he uttered again into the speaker, with a final, “Good luck with the captain!” Clicking aside the portable transponder, you thrust it into your pocket and shook aside your nerves.

Hastily, you flung wide the door, turning immediately upon entering and facing the door as you clicked it locked behind you. As soon as you entered the space, the sounds of rough slapping of hands meeting skin, huffs of exasperated panting, groans and pleads falling from your captain's panicked lips alongside his panting mewls of pleasure flung themselves loudly and carelessly into the air.

“Captain,” you whispered, your hands holding firm to the cloudy glass of your office door, “I know you're likely out of your own mind right now, but I'm going to tell you this anyway-.”

“-Fuck, what's happening to me? T-Tell me, please. Know I'm h-here. My h-head is here, I-I just-... ngmmh-...” he whined for you, the taste of your name tainting his tongue with desire and lust, “...don't judge me, please. I don't want this to change the image of myself in your head.”

Anticipation and a shameful wave of desire spread itself through your chest and ignited a throbbing need for your captain in your core. You knew this wouldn't be happening without this douse of pollen coursing through his veins, the raw need to chase his ecstacy within his fist behind you.

“All th-this because I wanted t’get you a-... f-fucking gift t’ court you-...” Law confessed with a whispered hiss, his eyes raking over your body with lust and need, “...M’guessing this's from that f-fucking flower I got for you. Is-s there a cure?”

A gasp flew from your lips at his confession, prompting you to almost glance over your shoulder at him. Deciding to give your captain a further shroud of decency, you halted your movement and chose your next words carefully.

“There's no cure I can manufacture here, Sir,” you whisper over your shoulder, “But there is one that I know of-.”

“-F-Fuck, please get it. Whatever it is. Get the fucking cure before I lose the final bit of control I h-have,” he roared your name, barking his orders as the skid of the iron legs of the chair backwards, raking against the steel floor. You jumped in shock, the shifting of material scattering prompted you to become more aware of his feral urges further.

Just as you began to turn your body to face your captain, two inked hands slammed against your own on the cloudy glass, prying them apart with a vice-like grip. Fingers laced between yours, his face fell in the crook of your shoulder as he deeply inhaled the scent of your perfume. He groaned at the feeling of his bare cock grinding in between the divet in your ass above your boiler suit, a shocked gasp fell from your lips in response.

“Fuck you smell good,” he moaned, his lips latching on your pulse as his tongue swirled against you, “Taste even fucking better.” You whined as his teeth sunk into your neck, his rhythmic grinding not easing against your clothed flesh.

His mind was hazy, his body was reacting to every subtle change in your voice and wavering breaths. As soon as you entered the room, it took all of his strength and will to not enter a state of frenzy and fuck into you with the deep ferocity of a wild beast. He owed you better than that. He wanted you to want him too, and if that meant holding onto his sanity by tooth and nail: so be it.

“Captain-,” you gasped as his right hand left yours to paw at the front zipper of your jumpsuit.

“-Law,” he growled his correction at you, “It’s Law, or anything other than my title or ‘sir’. Y-You-... fuck, sweetheart-... I n-need you. Please let me? Let me have you? Please?”

Slotting his hand over your chest, his fingers eagerly sought your left breast beneath the cup of your uniformed lingerie. He hastily rolled the peaked nub within his thumb, index and middle fingers; a cry of pleasure emanating from your throat as you threw your head back onto his shoulder.

“We can talk about it later,” he whispered into your ear, pinching at your nipple as he bit your earlobe, “Know that I wanted you before all this-... F-fuck-...but I need you now.”

He hastily turned you in his arms, splitting the top part of your boiler suit back and shedding it from your body as he claimed your lips beneath his. Allowing his primal desires to take the reins, he continued breaking you out of your clothes to match his own nudity: pinning you against the door with his rutting hips.

“What do I need to do? Tell me,” he moaned into your skin, his teeth catching on your own as you reciprocated his touch, “Guide me, my north star. Show me wh-what I gotta do.”

“Law,” you moaned for him, his body immediately pulling to you like iron to a magnet. Shedding the last of your clothes over your ankles, he used his feet to kick off your shoes. Cupping your thighs, he hoisted you into the air and hooked your knees over his hips.

“My north star,” he moaned into your skin, his lips clinging to every amount of flesh exposed to him, “You're the cure. You're the cure, aren't you? My body is telling me you are.” You moaned for him as he carried you over to your desk, lying you on the cool surface and hovering over your body.

“Anyone can be the cure for this, Law,” you confessed to him in a whimpering whisper, “It's the joining of bodies together that ends the torment. It's not me-.”

“-It is you,” he growled at you, hovering his lips just above yours and shaking from the amount of stress he placed himself under by holding back, “It's only ever been you. I need you. Better yet…” he lines his cock up with your glistening opening, the tip rubbing against your core prompting a small sob to exit from his lips.

“...I crave you,” his arms shook beneath his weight, the sheen of sweat pooling from his temple beneath his only hair down to his whiskered chin, “Always wanted you. Let me have you. Please say you'll let me have you.”

“You have me,” you confessed, tracing your arms over his quivering forearms down to his hips, clawing him to draw him nearer. Guiding his cock within your entrance, you angle his hips as his brow sets deep within its furrow.

“I feel like I'm gonna explode,” he confessed in a strangled whisper, “I-I’m sorry. I'm so, so sorry.”

“It's okay, it's okay,” you soothed him with your calming voice, your thumbs pressing circular motions against his hip bones as he slid his cock to the hilt within you, “Use me, it's okay.”

As soon as the length of Law's cock slid to the back of your walls, he entered into a bliss he never would've imagined. His vision struck white, electricity sparking the flames of his encumbering lust as he shot you deep with spurts of his sticky cum.

Barely having time to adjust to his size, he was already crying out for you. He immediately burst with his passionate release painting your gummy walls white, praising you for your gift to him while sobbing in deep pleas of anguish.

“Fuck, I'm c-cumming. I'm f-fucking cumming. I'm already-...” He mewled your name, huffing as he barely began moving within you, “...I'm s-sorry, I'm so sorry. I-I-... hhah, fuck-... I'm sorry-... nngh- s-so good.”

You pawed at his ass, clutching onto his checks and held him deep within you, hips flush with your own. The twitches of his muscles all rippled with the expulsion of the final waves of his cum deep within you.

“I'm sorry,” he repeated in a whisper, alongside chanting your name like a prayer, “I'm so sorry.”

“It's okay, love, I know,” you hushed him, his body collapsing atop your own and caging you beneath him on your desk. You drew your hands up to his damp hair, fingers brushing away the strands and cradling him close.

Finally collecting his breath, his heartbeat slowing to a more forgiving beat, he refused to tear his face away from the crease of your neck and shoulder. Embarrassment at, not only, the hasty release of his cum within you had a red hue illuminating Law’s face. He was also appalled at the fact his surprise gift for you was a toxic aphrodisiac, one he fell within the snare of with no known cure.

“Law, look at me,” you cooed down at him, prompting him to nuzzle his pouting face deeper into your skin. You tried your best to stifle your giggle to no avail - your laughter aimed at his utter childishness.

“Law,” you chastised him, angling the heels of your palms down to collect his cheeks, “C’mon, love. Let me see those pretty eyes of yours. Look at me.”

He huffed out a breath of exasperation, finally tearing his face away from your shoulder and bringing his pouty face up to meet yours. His eyebrows were knit in a single point in the middle of his face, his eyes wide and filled with shame.

“I'm sorry, herbalist,” he acknowledged your formal rank, his cock still deeply held within you, “I am better than this. I-I promise I'm better than this.” You arched a single brow up with your growing smirk.

“Herbalist?” you parroted back at him, brushing your nose against his, “What happened to my name, or ‘my North Star’? I quite liked that one,” his blush deepened, the dark dusting of vibrant red cascading over his nose, cheeks and tips of his ears.

“Well, what happened to ‘love’, huh? Where'd that go?” he quipped back at you, gliding his reducing cock out of your walls, releasing the floodgates of his excessive load of cum expelling from your pussy. He shifted himself away, glancing down at the expulsion of his cum dripping onto your office floor.

“Fuck,” he shuddered out in a small whispered groan, “That was a bit more than I thought there would be. Room…” he extended his left hand upwards, the spatter on the floor and still within you vanishing with a further utterance of, “...Shambles.”

A small splash of water fell onto the floor, and a small spurt against your groin. You shot Law a quizzical look, prompting a smirk to rise on his cheeks.

“I tried washing my face in your sink as soon as I got a waft of the flower dust in my face,” he shrugged before nodding his head over to your herbalist station, “Water was still in it.”

Smiling, you leant up with your elbows behind your back, looking at the man who was priorly all consumed with feral lust. He looked accusingly at the pale flower in the small pot beside your naturopathic remedial herbs, eyes narrowed and lip snarling.

“It's the last time I'm buying you a fucking plant,” he muttered, turning to meet his eyes with yours, “Without checking with you first, of course,” he reached down with his right hand, smiling as you accepted his hand, “I want to buy you all the plants you could ever want,” he aided you to rise to your feet, guiding your hands to lace behind his neck.

“Thank you, love,” you smiled at him, prompting his eyes to crease with his own joy at the return of your name for him.

“Anything for my north star,” he pressed a gentle kiss atop your head, “My guiding light,” his lips trailed down to brush against the apple of your cheek, “My pretty map spiriting me home to hold you in my arms again,” he snaked his forearms around your waist, his smiling lips collecting yours beneath his.

Parting your lips, he angled his head to the side and pressed several waves of passionate caresses against your mouth. He sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, dipping his knees to elevate you within the air, his smile widening at the small squeak of surprise you released from your mouth to his.

He placed you onto the floor again, chasing your retreating lips as you arched your back to press your exposed chest against his. The warmth of your skin spread from your body onto his, the heat radiating from his body engulfing your own with a warm infusion of radiant bliss.

“You absolute sappy romantic,” you teased him as you broke from the kiss shared with him, “Didn't know you had all that in you. You must really like me.”

Scoffing back his laughter at your taunt, he squeezed your body against his. You laughed at his playful expression, leaning up to press a small kiss against his whiskered chin.

“Alright. Fuck you, you brat,” he laughed, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous grin, “I was gonna let you top me, use me to get your own release from me, but now- ohhhh, now,” he shuddered a sinister whisper down at you, “Now you're gonna get it.”

“I'm absolutely shaking,” you taunted him further, your teeth nipping at his jaw, “Shaking, quivering and cowering.”

“Not now, you're not,” he growled at you, lifting you within his arms and hooking your knees over his hips once more, “But you fucking will be when I'm done with you.”

#one piece #x reader #op law #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water-law #law x reader #law smut #trafalgar law smut #trafalgar law x reader #one piece x reader

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corollaservant · 7 months ago

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(18+) missed you // dabi x f!reader

dubcon/noncon, yandere, oral (f), implied drugging, lowercase cause bored, inspo

it's quiet when he enters the apartment. you barely hear him as he murmurs a soft ‘’i'm home’’—you're watching tv absentmindedly. the next words will define how the evening will go. a ‘’stand up’’ means it’s bad, a ‘’missed you’’ means it's worse.

‘’i missed you’’ he says, ‘’come here’’ but you don't move. he advances towards you, sitting down as he looks in your eyes. ‘’did you miss me?’’ he says, voice almost whiney, there’s some dried blood under the staples. ‘’i did’’ you lie, not bothering to put up a fight. his lips are on your neck, painted fingers groping and tightening around your arteries, he’s needy and seems desperate.

‘’you’ve been so good today’’ he hums as if you’ve accomplished anything, all you did was sit sedated on his couch, not bothering to get up at all.

‘’i think i’ll reward you baby’’ he breathes on your wet neck, bringing what feels like dry skin—his lips on yours and sliding his tongue in your mouth. but you don’t back away, you intertwine tongues, as you notice him nudging closer, both hands around your neck, i can breathe, you think.

the next thing happening is you’re lying down on the couch—under no circumstance would he bother carrying you to bed, his day has been exhausting as is, you’re naked and trembling, it’s cold in the apartment but a heat always follows him. you’re also soaked, what were you supposed to do with his fingers rubbing persistently and splitting you apart? stupid body—reacting in stupid ways. his head is already in between your legs, folds parted, metal gliding from your thighs to your inner lips, your cunt twitches in anticipation, as he plays with the heat and you mewl.

‘’p-please..Dabi’’ you tell him, how desperate you actually seem but he doesn’t mind. not today.

‘’i know, baby’’ he murmurs, tongue lapping at your slit, swirling around your swollen clit, he will go easy on you today. a harsh slap echoes in the room, his hand comes in contact with your bare thigh as you scream.

‘’be quiet, not too much noise.’’ he grumbles, the position annoying him, he can’t get full access to the hidden treasure, his day’s reward.

you’re being lifted from the couch in seconds, only to find yourself on top of him, he’s lying down this time as your naked body quivers atop, pussy positioned on his mouth, black painted hands gripping your waist.

‘’stop fidgeting pretty’’ he says but you can’t be patient, you need his tongue in you, your walls a hot and sticky mess—he can tell and he hasn't even done much. he's in your cunt again, spitting on it as saliva dribbles down his chin and onto his chest, a look below would show you his half lidded eyes staring at you, a large handprint decorating your left thigh and he’d only spanked you once. your fingers tug on his white hair with caution, would he smack the same spot again? but you don’t really care at the moment, as you timidly start grinding on his open mouth and nose, trying to get your relief—his grip on your waist tightens. he's licking up your sopping slit, inching closer to the nub and it tingles, he tickles you and you jerk, overstimulated clit pulsating and causing you pain as you whisper: ‘’p-please, s-suck it.’’

he is in a good mood today, that’s why he spanks your thigh, same spot, heated palm and the pain shoots up your core as you dampen his mouth.

‘’don’t tell me what to do.’’ mouth full of your pussy, and you blabber. fuck-Dabi-agh!-there there! since he’s given you unspoken permission—by not gagging you, you continue; you tug harshly at the white strands that get tangled in between your knuckles and you feel your core tighten. your clit twitches, signaling a tormented orgasm, hips buck up his nose, as he shuffles. his dick isn’t the priority here but he can’t ignore the constant reminder.

‘’D-dabi, i–im gonna—’’ you pant as he slaps your thigh again; same spot, same viciousness and spits a big glob on your cunt—it’s too many sensations at once, a lapping tongue with your arousal and his saliva expecting to get more out of you, the abuse on your nub, the pain from his hits, the longing eyes and sloppy mouth full of your slick as you cum crying. eyes brim with tears, hips jerk on his face, while he tastes your cunt’s sweetness, half-smile forming on his stained features.

it's always worse when he tells you he missed you. it means you have to prepare yourself to like what comes next.

#mha x reader #dabi x reader #dabi smut #yandere dabi #dabi x you #todoroki touya x reader #tw dubcon #tw noncon #had 82737 wips but brainrot took over #check their art on X btw!!

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poisonousquinzel · 8 months ago

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I dont understand how the same man who wrote the absolute insulting atrocity that is the Harley & Ivy comic (and the fuckint Harvest comic i stg) is the same one behind the Harley & Ivy episode and this

[Ivy disappearing on the other line is because she Immediately left when she heard what Joker had said.

She may have been teasing Harley and laughing at first when she was going on about all the things planned for her birthday night with her love, probably because Ivy knows he doesn't have a romantic hone in his entire body. but the second he Actually did something, he pulled the plug on her special night because he wanted to go do the "Yacht Club Job", she wasn't having it.

"No way was that going to happen."

"Look at her smile. Isn't this better than robbing that stuffy old yacht club? So glad I ran into you en route."

Just those lines of hers :')

Like even though she thinks he sucks and she knows he probably wouldn't have made the night as wonderful as Harley deserved in the first place, damnit she deserved Something. something other than him leaving her behind on standby in case they need a get away driver.]

like does this man flip a coin every time he writes Ivy and decides whether or not he wants to characterize her accurately or make her essentially a joker stand in purely so they can add plain ol' slapstick humor. it's fucking baffling to me. like who the fuck creates a character who's in YOUR og canon an abuse victim and the literal episode her and Ivy meet in that fact is reiterated time and time again. it built Ivy up as someone that really is going to care about her and wants to help her improve her mental health because he's destroyed her self esteem.

and then to take that bond YOU made and throw them into a disgusting, over sexualized comic that you incorporate fucking slapstick humor into?!?! Like wtf is wrong with him how do you manage to create a couple great (female centric) stories but most of the time just come off as nasty and frankly sexist.

p*ul d*ni i just wanna talk, i swear i will not viciously bite your ankles i swear

#i honestly dont think he intended on the ivy in that being plant ivy but uh she is :) green skinned ivy in the btas is a fucking plant.#im just clarifying that because it doesn't really matter in the context of what I'm saying #but i dont wanna confuse anyone cause ik ive talked about plant ivy before #what ive learned since joining the fandom is that uh fucking no one communicated #when writing the comics so shit gets weird and stupid because they cant... idk come up with a over arching plot?#it wouldnt be that hard to decide that chapters 3 12 and 17 are going to be ones they appear in together #and plan...#and commuinate with each other what's happened leading up to this #lore and costume wise and this is how their arc will progress throughout each of their chapters.#but no :)))))#harley quinn #harleen quinzel #poison ivy #pamela isley #dc comics #harlivy

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the-raven-lady · 3 months ago

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Please imagine Corvus with a tonsure. As in the half-bald half-other-bald with a single ring of hair encircling the scalp haircut. Medieval monk style. Something in me tells me that he could pull it off. Possibly because he’s already rocking a black box dye SIA wig with terf bangs look, so anything could be an improvement. But also nothing could be an improvement. It’s iconic in the most bizarre way possible and while I don’t stan him for his hypocrisy in simultaneously disliking authoritarian governments while also happily working for one, I will stan him for his deranged choice of hair.

Also I would make out with him sloppy style, but I fear that it would wipe so much of his chalk-white concealer from his face. Leaving me walking around like I viciously mauled some poor cocaine dealer. Oh well, that means I could always just suck his d-

I was in the middle of a tier 4 breakdown when you sent this, and I want you to know that you singlehandedly raised me out of hell and ascended me into the stratosphere.

I stan Corvus because he was aware of his hypocrisy; he just wanted to finish the purpose he was created for so he could fuck off forever.

Corvus with a tonsure but it's his current hair length. He puts his hair in a bun and no one knows until the hair tie comes out. The shining surface of Daddy's Balding Gene reflects the sun into the forests of Kiavahr and burns them down.

As a fellow goth, I'm mackin on this man in the most filthy of ways, white concealer and black lipstick and eye makeup all over. It looks like a goddamn emo Jackson Pollock by the time I'm done with him, government propaganda included.

After, have him whip that thing out so I can [What I am about to do has not been approved by the Vatican].

#this was a gem thank you anon #i need finals to be over so I can write about sucking him off under a table #raven lady answers

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star2fishmeg · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Takajo Tsukasa x afab!reader

Summary: Tsukasa gets the life sucked outta him

Warnings: 18+ smut, oral sex (male receiving), swearing, established relationship, petnames (princess, baby), reader has an oral fixation

Authors note: man, I really wanted to post some fluff but the intrusive thoughts won

Request: none!

Lulling his head back onto the sofa cushions, Tsukasa shamelessly let his groans slip through his lips, eyes fluttering between open and closed as his brain failed to concentrate on one thing at a time. Hand barely holding her head as her tongue swiped and swirled his tip, hand squeezing the base and teasing him to hear him cry. He accepted that he was at her mercy, and her lips treating his cock like a king was nothing he’d oppose to.

She lifted her head and released his dick with a pop, “You taste so fucking good.” Fingers barely even touched his balls and he huffed.

“You feel so fucking good, don’t stop.” Y/n smiled before leaving wet kisses along the prominent vein, kissing to his tip, and swallowing him again, saliva building in the corner of her lips. If there was one thing she’d learnt over the period of dating the blond, it was that he couldn’t say no to blowjobs, he was a sucker for them. Something about the way she gave them made him ascend, her tongue, her pace, the fact she’d offer without hesitation knowing he’d accept – his weakness. That’s how it started, he’d gotten home from school, thrown himself on the sofa and when he opened his eyes, she was on her knees between his legs as an offering.

His reactions kept her going, his whimpering when she teased, his fidgeting when she squeezed his balls and his grunting when she would lick his tip mercilessly. She picked up his fidgeting, almost giggling to herself and swallowed more of his cock with vulgar moans rattling through her throat.

“Fuck, princess!” his hand unconsciously gripped her hair tighter, “you treat me so well.”

She looked up at him through her eyelashes, catching his pleading gaze and watching him run his other hand through his hair, chest heaving when his cock hit the back of her throat. Groans reverberated through him, grip on his hair tightened, and he instinctively pushed her head. He could’ve cum right then and there feeling how she stretched around his girth, breath hitting his skin and surprising him. He averted his sight to her head buried between his legs, watching how his thighs tensed as she bobbed her head viciously over his cock and feeling every single nerve pick up the slither of her tongue. God forbid if his friends knew about his kryptonite, and he prayed Fujio didn’t randomly show up either, he didn’t want to leave the heaven that sucked him off stupid.

“M'gonna cu-cum.” He rasped, barely able to form a sentence that didn’t include the most vulgar moan that had ever been ripped from his throat. He threw his head back again, running both his hands over his face and bucking his hips into her slobbering mouth. Hot flushes surged to his face, whimpers cut off by more whimpers, oh how he was a weak, weak man. Y/n’s hand moved from his sack and caressed his thigh, a tease if you asked him, gently rubbing his trembling leg while sucking his cock in his living room.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum-“ Tsukasa panted, eyes practically rolling back as she deepthroated the life out of him, the thick ropes slipping down her throat.

When she released his poor, abused dick from her mouth, she gave the tip a final peck before wiping her mouth with her fingers, licking up the last drops and giving him a cheeky smile. Tsukasa chuckled, chest rising and falling deeply while fixing his trousers.

“How was that?” she simply asked, enthralled by his dishevelled state.

“Baby, you ruin me,” he held his arms out, “c’mere. When I can breathe again, it’s your turn.”

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yandere-fics · 4 months ago

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🤔 succubus darling finding their mate Runa while she's in one of her comas, and they decide to help themselves especially with how easily Runa's dick fits in their mouth

♡ Succubus Darling Sucking Runa's Dick While She's Sleeping ♡

(Runa doesn't have a dick in canon but I liked this some much I will grant her one, a smaller one that is easy to just shove in your mouth.)

It had been a very difficult week, you'd barely managed to make it out without being viciously murdered when one of your usual human targets had gotten a soulmate who was not very happy to discover a succubus had regularly been feasting off of their dearest darlings sexual energy and you were sure you wouldn't survive this time, you'd almost died a number of times in the city, it was hard to feed here, humans were hard to be satisfied by and in order to be truly full from human energy you would need to feast on their energy at least 5 times every 2 days which was a real struggle and you couldn't feast on supernaturals, they were pure and saving themselves for their mates so even though the weakest of elves would fill you for even a week if you managed to get your hands on them, you avoided them least they decide to fight you for even daring to imply they would be with anyone other than their mates, so since you had lost the last human you consistently could rely on for sustenance and you were damaged from the fight you'd already been in, you had no choice but to dart into someone's apartment and hide out, leading to you finding a knocked out elf girl who's essence was calling to you, she was clearly in a deep sleep so surely it couldn't hurt her to share with you, her mate and her would never know, she'd never ever find out that she hadn't truly been fully pure when she found her mate, it couldn't harm anything so might as well, beyond that you were really desperate and you needed fuel before you tried to go find a new human to help supply you, your charms wouldn't work unless you were close to full power. Which is how your 'relationship' with the elf girl started.

You'd been feeding off her sexual energy once a week for the past few months, letting yourself in every time she fell into another deep sleep, you didn't bother to know her name, it was better if you didn't, all you needed to know was she slept for 2 days at a time, she had no soulmate yet, and her dick fit perfectly in your mouth, a perfect arrangement, no need to do anything further with her or even bother with how her apartment sometimes reeked of blood when you flew through her window. She was dependable, you could count on her to never get a soulmate seeing as she never went outside very frequently, and she would never wake up when you fed on her energy and based on what you heard as you listened outside her window while she was awake, she didn't really seem aware of your visits, only that she'd felt more well rested and less stressed recently which only made sense, you took her sexual energy and in return she felt light and airy, a way for you to keep your victims on the hook because they always felt so untensed after being with you, almost unaware you had taken something from them. Still you didn't want to keep this situation up forever, getting used to being able to feed on a supernatural was a bad idea, you had to go back to your regular pattern of feasting on humans at some point so you would make this the last night you allowed yourself to feast on her, after that you would be done.

"A-am I d-dreaming?" Your eyes snapped up, stopping what you were doing as you realized you fucked up, she was awake and she could finally see what you had been doing to her for months, this wasn't good. You had to stop panicking, you could handle this, you slowly removed her cock from her underwear, cute thing, you'd miss it when this was over, never enough for you to gag but enough to feel it in your mouth, perfection. You gave it a little kiss smiling as she threw her head back with a soft whine, yup this would definitely work.

"Shhh, it's just a dream, just have fun with this, enjoy this." It was a bit odd she was letting you do this even if she did think it was a dream, supernaturals were usually horrified when they had sex dreams about anyone who wasn't their soulmate, being solely devoted to their mate even before meting them, desiring anyone else sexually was a big taboo, strictly wrong in their eyes, but although it was odd that she wasn't fighting, you were grateful for whatever it was that was allowing you to keep going with this.

"M-mate, y-you're m-my s-soulmat-!" She was cut off by you taking her entire cock into your mouth at once, ah so that's what it was, poor thing must be so sleepy that she's trying to rationalize this by calling you her soulmate so she doesn't have to feel guilty, it's a good thing this was your final night here, you couldn't have her fully waking up and realizing you were actually her soulmate, it would ruin everything and then you'd get in trouble for what you'd been doing, you just needed her to think this was a dream and forget about you entirely or at least make her feel so guilty about this dream that she'd never tell anyone for fear her real soulmate would resent her.

"Shh, I'm not yours dear but that doesn't mean we can't have fun together." You suckled on her tip slightly, looking up at her, poor thing was sweating buckets, cute.

"F-fun, I-I w-want to h-have fun with y-you. M-my l-love, p-please d-don't stop." She clenched the bed sheets, almost writhing in pleasure now, poor thing had always moved a lot when you visited her in her sleep but she moved even more now that she was awake, you smiled feeling refreshed as she came in your mouth, perhaps you'd give her another visit next week, you were starting to like her.

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere scenarios #yandere asks #my oc runa

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effy-writes · 5 months ago

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Addict (Blitzø x Reader)

3: Pilot: Pill

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It’s been about 3 months since you moved it with Blitz/fucked him and Stolas, and ohhh boy Blitz sure does keep reminding you of it. He would always say how much you miss his dick and everytime you go take a shower he’s always like “Showering without me?”

“Yes, Blitz. Showering without you yet again.”

“Oh come on, we saw each other naked before!”

“Yeah a one time thing that I really don’t want to talk about.”

Now, with your addiction, you got away with taking adderal. It doesn't do much, but it's better than being sober. Sometimes whenever the crew goes out to kill, you will leave the office and go find either coke or meth and get high before they all come back. Blitz however, doesn't know that any of this is happening even though you guys been living together for 3 months now.

Blitz walked in front of the whiteboard while you were viciously sweeping the floor due to the amount of energy you had.

"Alright. Now, I know business has been... a bit slow lately, yes. It's no one's fault, okay? I'm not naming any names here... Moxxie. Now, does anyone have... any bright ideas on how we can get business drummin' up again?"

"What about a car wash?"

"This is Hell, Millie. No one cares about cars being clean here, okay? Wh- Ooh! What about a billboard?"

Moxxie rolled his eyes, "We can't afford a billboard, sir."

"Helpful, Moxxie. Really glad you're in the room right now. Have you guys forgotten what service we provide?"

Blitz proceeded to turn on the TV, showing everyone assassinating the humans from earth.

"Ahh, those were the good times." Blitz reminisced.

"I don't need any reminding, sir. Considering you blew most of our salaries on an obnoxious TV ad last week. One that you then additionally paid to have run for a full three hours on a channel... nobody watches."

"Uh, hey. Excuse me? What's "obnoxious" about a super-fun jingle, alright? It's a fun distraction when an advertisement's spittin' bullshit! Y/n, any ideas?"

You stopped dead in your tracks. "Uh..I don't know. I'm a janitor."

"Useless." Blitz scoffed.

Loona received a call and answered nonchalantly, "I.M.P.", The two talked for a bit and she hung up.

"Colorado. Some guy named Eddie." She flipped a page of the magazine that she's reading.

"Finally." Moxxie said, getting up from his chair and walking towards the portal that Loona opened up.

You continued to sweep and mop the entire floor. Running around and dusting every little thing.

"Blitz isn't here, you can stop working." Loona said, not looking up from her magazine.

"I like to clean, keeps my mind busy."

An hour later you were on the floor, scrubbing the left over gunk with a toothbrush. Loona would occasionally glance at you and roll her eyes.

The door of the room opened up, making you stand up and pretend that you're not cracked out. "Uh, who's this?" You pointed to the boy laying on a stretcher.

"Moxxie was being retarded and shot the wrong person." Blitz huffed.

"I'm sorry, sir! I'd like to go on record and say that incident was Loona's fault. Dispatch is supposed to give us the right info on the target."

"Oh, sit on a dick, Moxxie."

"YOU sit! Sit on... a... and the... d-- DO YOUR JOB!!" He slammed his fist on the table.

"Hey, now. We don't blame our screwups on Loona, okay?! She didn't do anything wrooooong~"

"Are you kidding me, sir? She's awful!"

Loona flipped him off before answering the phone. "I.M.P....Blitz! That clingy, rich asshole is on the phone! Says it's urgent and wants to talk to you! Sounds a little DTF-y."

"Oh, GOD, it was one time! If Y/n and I hadn't slept with that privileged asshole, none of us would have access to the living world." He crossed his arms.

"...You what?" Moxxie looked disgusted.

"Blitz! What the fuck!?" You walked over to him. "That was supposed to be a secret!"

"Wait," Millie stood up. "You slept with our boss?" She smiled.

"I got sucked into it. Don't want to talk about it."

Blitz put his arm around you, "I don't know, you seem to enjoy it." He teased. You pushed him off and sat down next to Millie.

"Blitzzz answer the phone!" Loona groaned.

Blitz motioned you to come with him to the office to talk to Stolas. At first you shook your head and stayed still. "Dude, he wanted you, not me."

"We're in this together, I don't want to be left alone to talk to him."

You eventually gave in and followed Blitz into his office. He planted himself onto his chair and picked up the phone, "Hey Stolas."

"There's a political candidate causing trouble up on Earth for a few of my associates. He's trying to convince people global warming exists!"

"Doesn't it?" You replied.

"Well... yes. But, more people die if nothing is done about it. And it gets lonely here~"

"Okay, well. Yeah, that makes sense." Blitz agreed.

"You know what happens when I'm lonely, Blitzy and Y/n?"

"How come I don't get a nickname?" You joked.

"God-fuckin'-dammit." Blitz said under his breath.

"When I'm lonely, I become hungry. And when I become hungry, I want to choke on that red cock of yours...Y/n fingering me, and me licking all of your cum, before taking out your cock, and fucking Y/n while she’s sucking me with more teeth until she’s screaming daddy like a FUCKING baby--!"

Blitz ended the call, looking traumatized. You on the other hand was laughing your ass off. "Looks like he wants us to fuck him."

"You're enjoying this aren't you?"

"A little." You snickered.

Blitz broke his phone and blended it.

"Loona!" He shouted.

She entered the office and put her hands on her hip.

"Eat this. And then y'know that bridge over the freeway?"

"Yeah?"

"Shit off it!"

The three walked out of the office, you leaned against the door.

"Look, the point is, Loona is a valued member of our family, and we don't get rid of family." Blitz finished off the conversation from earlier.

"We aren't a family, sir! You are the boss! We are the employees! You treat her like she's some troubled teenager! She's more like a meth-addicted homeless woman you let man the phones!"

You and Blitz exchanged glances. He walked up to the window to change topics. "That is offensive! Without homeless people, I wouldn't have HALF the joy and laughter I do in this life!"

"While we're on the subject of "family", can you stop finding me and Millie outside of work? Can't you just hang out with Y/n instead?"

"Come on, sweetie! It's not that big a deal." Millie smiled.

"Excuse me...WHAT?!"

"Y/n and I live together, i'm up her ass as much as I'm up yours."

"You're literally up in my ass." You snorted.

"Just... stop... doing that!" Moxxie said to Blitz, but might as well as say it to you.

Blitz shrugged. "I don't see what the issue is! There somethin' you don't want me seein'?"

"No!"

"You a baby-wiener-haver?"

"Sir, what you say and how you act is totally INAPPROPRIATE!" Moxxie stood up.

"Calm down, Mox! You're gonna have another panic attack!"

"I AM CALM!"

"Shh-shh-shh. There, there."

"Look, I don't judge the boring couple stuff you do outside work hours. So, don't... judge me!" Blitz crossed his arms.

"Oh, I do judge you, sir! Quite a lot, actually! Y/n how come you don't stop him?"

"I have no control of what he does."

"Mox, he's our boss!"

"No-no-no, it's fine Mills, your husband is just... how do I say this without being offensive? ...retarded."

"Does immaturely insulting me make you feel better about your sad situationship with Y/n?"

"Moxxie for the last time we're not dating!" You interjected.

"Oh come on! You two are fucking each other, live with each other, and constantly flirting."

"Friends with benefits." You shrugged.

"Y/n has too many problems to date." Blitz stated.

"Fuck you too then! You have more problems than me!"

"At least I'm not a dru-"

"Don't." You gritted your teeth.

"Moxxie, the only reason you have a wife is because you're easy to manage!" Loona looked up from her phone.

Millie slams her hands against the table, "No, he's not, you BITCH!"

"Do not talk to my receptionist that way! She's sensitive!" Blitz crossed his arms.

"Yes, I am!"

"You guys are all fucking assholes."

Everyone looked at the kid.

"Oh, shut up, kid! You're lucky to witness this!" Blitz pointed his finger.

"It's been a literal hell having to pretend to be paralyzed so you fuckshits wouldn't kill me! But, now I want that. I want death!"

Eddie pointed to Blitz. "You are a selfish, greedy clown. And I'm a kid! We're supposed to like clowns! Even the creepy ones!"

"HA!" You slapped your knee.

"What's up with your teeth?" Eddie laughed, "Looks like you smoke meth, especially with your fucked up skin and the fact that half of your teeth is gone."

You put your hand over your mouth.

"Hey, now! That's not very--"

Eddie interrupted Moxxie, "If I wanted to hear from a spineless jackass, I'd rip out your spine and ask you some shit."

"That's my husband you're talkin' to!" Millie slammed her fist on the table.

"That's your husband?! I figured you for a slut. But, I didn't know you needed dick that bad! And you!" He pointed to Loona.

"What? What about me?"

"Nothing. I don't talk to dogs. I'm a cat person."

"Wow. Ah, y'know, kid, you kind of are a piece of shit." Blitz replied.

Everyone in unison agreed as you tugged on Blitz's sleeve to get his attention. "Are my teeth that bad?" You whispered in a sad voice, opening your mouth ever so slightly.

"Do you want me to be honest or nice?" He whispered back.

"Fuck you."

"Oh, fuck! Guys, I just got a text from our client! Guess he was the right target after all." Loona smiled.

"Who?"

"Him."

"Me?" Eddie said in disbelief.

"Yup." She said smugly.

"They wanted us to kill an actual child?" Blitz raised his eyebrow.

"That's what they're sayin'."

"...Well, Christ on a stick. I guess there is a God."

Blitz draws a flintlock pistol and fires it at Eddie, resulting in blood splattering everywhere.

"Y/n you're the janitor, go clean it up." Blitz smirked.

"Let me go to the bathroom first." You fast walked into the bathroom and locked the door, pulling out a baggy from your pocket. You poured the adderal onto your hand and brought it to your mouth, swollowing the white pills dry.

You left the bathroom once it kicked in, and cleaned up the mess while the others got rid of Eddie's body.

#helluva boss #cross posted on wattpad #blitz x reader #blitzo x reader #blitzø x reader #tw drugs #i suck at tags

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b1zmuth · 4 months ago

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The Mishaps of SITE:DD | Obey Me! x Reader

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SC \\ Monsters, gore, the SCP foundation, you date everyone ig… slight angst but with a happy ending, fluff, sci-fi, experimenting, mentioned suicide, everyone is a little off their rocker, you are NOT innocent!! I'll add more tags later..

TL;DR - Think the SCP Foundation, but you are the researcher who unfortunately gets assigned to Seven Keter classified objects.

EXTREME TW's : graphic depictions of vomiting and death smelling objects + small suicide mentioning // be extremely wary of this when reading! thanks!

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Open FILE.[FOLDER_2]? > Please select one option. (Yes/Yes) . . . FILE.[FOLDER_2] Opening.. Please wait.

Oh, brother.

Now you were seriously in for it.

Just imagine; you decided to take a risky gamble on some paperwork that you didn't read thoroughly- ended up signing some… papers, that ended up with you viciously hurling the contents of your lunch right back up your windpipe and into the toilet.

Seriously! You were so screwed- unbelievably at that.

Due to your risky signage of those papers, you accidentally signed off on volunteering with a partner for ‘’SCP EXPERIMENTATIONS’’, which translated to ‘’Oh yeah btw we don't have enough on-fielders to sacrifice so heres a volunteering sheet with 4x the pay if you sign up and you have zero guarantee of not being assigned to a keter class so if you sign off on this your kinda fucked ngl lmao’’

And there goes another chunk of your overpriced egg and cheese sandwich.

‘’You are expendable.’’

‘’Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! I should have never took- that f-FUCKING risk, of course, Jesus Christ himself damns me to an early d-death by being slaughtered by a SCP. just fantastic! I should start writing a will- yes, yes! Write a will… but to who? I don't have any family… oh fuck me! Everything seems to get worse by the second in this hellhole!’’ You practically whisper-shouted at yourself, causing anyone who happened to pass by the private bathroom to start questioning your mental sanity- your hot tears and snot dripping down your face and dropping into the toilet, causing your somewhat visible reflection to ripple in the murky water- the ringing in your ears seeming to increase in volume with every shaky breath you managed to suck in.

“If only you didn’t take that risk. You know, this is all your fault.’’

You looked at your messy reflection, watching your own reflection slowly ripple into an undistinguishable mess of swirls and blobs of food- the pungent smell filling your nostrils and causing you to gag and quickly back up away from the toilet, a cold sweat rushing all over your body. ‘’Maybe you're right. It is my fault.’’ you let the tears fall once more, not even attempting to wipe your face for some type of decency if someone were to walk in.

‘’This is my penance for what I’ve done.’’ ‘’This is your penance for what you’ve done.’’

. . . Everything is getting brighter- so bright. Is this real life? . .

The door to the bathroom opens and quickly shuts- a mess of a purple and peachy-colored blob rushes in and kneels in front of you- waving a tanned…something, that you couldn’t even make out somewhere near your face- the ringing in your ears masking the already muffled voice of the purple blob- ‘’MC? God, it reeks in here- are you okay?’’

What did that walking grape say to you? This damn ringing almost wouldn't even allow the reverberated sounds of your heavy breathing to make it to your ears- you can forget about it if anyone said anything outside of your ear-’’MC! Shit- we might have to get a medic- SOLOMOOON! COME QUICK!’’

While the purple-colored grape desperately used any method to get you responsive, your mouth opened and closed repeatedly, as if you were trying to speak, but nothing audible would come out, much to your frustration, the blob still didn't catch your goldfish movements even with the way you were tugging and pulling borderline anything to catch its attention- the light was getting brighter, and your vision was starting to turn red..you guessed you wouldn’t have long before…whatever this was put you out of your misery- so in a last-ditch effort, you put all your energy into screaming your final words.

‘’TELL THIRTEEN THAT I ENTRUST EVERYTHING TO HER!’’ . . . Wow. Well, at least your figurines wouldn’t end up in a Goodwill somewhere in Timbuktu.

And that was the last thing you said, or well, what YOU remember saying before you promptly blacked out and fully embraced your incoming divine judgment and thirty-minute express Uber to the deepest pits of Hell.

The only setback to this heavenly gift was that you woke up in one of the facility med bays, the blinding white light fooling you into thinking that one of the angels in heaven accidentally ordered the wrong Uber and sent you to the wrong place, until you rubbed your eyes and noticed that you were, in fact, not in heaven- but in the one place you had been begging Jesus to take the wheel and lead you directly out of this shithole.

You groaned at the sight, nearly tearing up at the notion that you had just passed out, and didn’t suddenly keel over and die in Thirteen’s bathroom. Fuck!

Mentally cursing at the higher being that stopped you from leaving your misery, you swung yourself out of bed and made a straight B-line for the nearest exit- ‘’Uh, excuse me?! Your supposed to be in bed and resting!’’ you heard a shrill and child-like voice speak from behind you, making you turn around in surprise to reveal a blonde-haired boy with blue eyes dressed in a regular doctoral outfit- and wait just a second, now that you look at him… that's a not a boy but a whole ass KID?? My god and you thought this place was bad enough- this was just downright wrong, alongside the numerous violations of public safety and multiple HIPPA violations, having child labor added to the tall order of lawsuits would NOT look so pretty on paper- maybe it really was time to start looking for a casket..

‘’Cmon! Back to bed!’’ The blonde ordered, watching you sluggishly walk back to your bed and settle in before you turned your head and stared at him for a solid 30 seconds before he finally got uncomfortable and spoke up again- ‘’Dah! Quit staring at me! If you're really that bothered by my appearance, I'm actually thousands of years older than you!’’ he looked at you with an annoyed look and pulled up a chair next to your bed.

‘’Okay, so what I'm hearing here is that you look like a whole child, and act like one too- but supposedly you are thousands of years old…yeahhh, I don't buy it.’’ You shook your head at the kid, watching how he looked at you with utter disbelief and shock, his body lurching forward- ‘’I- You do work here, or did the impact from your head hitting the bottom of Miss Thirteen’s bathroom floor scramble your brain THAT bad?’’ the boy smirked at you before he triumphantly sat back in his seat- totally oblivious to the seething person in front of him.

You weren't going to argue with this kid anymore- the blinding whites of this room were going to drive you insane if you didn't make a hasty dash to the nearest exit within the next MINUTE.

‘’Anyways, let's go back to square one- my name is Luke, I'm an angel that was recruited by the foundation to heal injured workers!’’ He flashed you a bright smile before he got a small pack of sweets out of his pocket and handed them to you- ‘’These are medicated sweets, they’ll help ease any pain your blackout may cause later on, I highly recommend that you take one now that your fully awake.’’ you nodded your head and thanked him for the sweets, popping a wing-shaped cookie into your mouth- feeling the sugary taste of the cookie practically melt inside of your mouth, surprisingly, with no hint of medication in it- ‘’..so, Luke, how long have I been out?’’

‘’About a day, Simeon was looking after you for most of it.’’ Luke responded, tilting his head to the side as he shot a nervous smile at your terrified face- ‘’I’ll bring you a cold towel..’’ . . . . . ‘’And then I assume you blacked out…again, which led up to now- when you're finally awake… Should I buy you some nausea medicine?’’ A worried Thirteen asked you, starting to rise out of the chair Luke was previously sitting in before you passed out for the second time- ‘’Y’know, being an On-Fielder isn't as bad as your making it out to be- just look at me and Solomon for example, yes, he is a complete and utter dumbass…BUT! He wouldn’t hurt me even if i tore him limb from limb.’’ She said, giving you a gentle smile as she held your hand in hers- to which you just shook your head at the gesture.

You gave her a small giggle- ‘’The way you looked like you fought a fully grown bear two weeks ago would say otherwise- and you say he wouldn’t hurt you.’’

‘’You're not getting the point here, MC! Im saying that there's no guaranteed chance that you’ll end up with a shitty anomaly-’’ you cut off Thirteen, ‘’But there's a possibility, right? As if! I've lived the past six years, somewhat, unscathed! I’d rather not be turned into a smear on the wall by some random beedogcat hybrid thing!’’ you lurched forward and told Thirteen, who just responded with a loud sigh- ‘’You practically stressing yourself half to death worrying about getting an anomaly that could quite literally just be Safe or Elucid!’’ She shook her head and gestured towards Luke, who was floating towards the both of you with a certain look on his face.

‘’MC- Simeon just dropped off this package for you, he says HR wants a confirmation soon..’’ he looked worried as he handed the yellow package to you, running off towards the office of the med-bay to, presumably, fetch you some more medicine for your upcoming blackout.

You now held the package in your hands, gingerly running the tips of your fingers alongside the edges of it, before you shot a desperate look at Thirteen- ‘’Im gonna be so pissed if you did allat yapping in my ear just for me to be assigned a Keter class.’’ you said before you opened the package and read the contents.

SCP EXPERIMENTATION | RESULTS . . . Thank you for volunteering for [SCP EXPERIMENTATION], MC, [REDACTED]

We value your humble contribution towards a new dawn with the substitution of a looming threat to humanity as a whole, and the contribution towards further research into the nature and behaviors of SCPs.

After careful consideration and sorting of MC, [REDACTED]’s personal file, your results have culminated to bring out your full potential as an [EXPERIENCED] On-Field Researcher, and your SCP’s full potential as an addition.

Your SCP’s details are listed below.

Item #: SCP-6667 Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-6667 is highly dangerous and any movement and/or action needs to be exercised with extreme caution due to its ██████████████, ███████-███████, ███ ████ ██….…

We sincerely hope that you and your newfound SCP further our push for research and safety with SCPs, and with your considerable predicted efforts, your pay will follow suit. Please be ready to meet your newfound subject(s) at a.m. 0300 hours from the moment you receive your package. - Matt, from HR.

* NOTE: The SCP Foundation is not liable for any on-site accidents or injuries via Non-SCP Anomalies. personnel loved ones are required to claim liabilities through a Personal Insurance Firm. (PIF)

It felt like your mouth was stuck agape as you stared at the paper in horror- constantly reading over the same word like it was a religion to you; Keter, Keter, Keter Keter, Keter, Keter, Keter, Keter, Keter. A fucking Keter.

A Keter class. The damn near kill-on-sight class which few researchers ever, and you meant- a few EVER survived. You would have already been pushing your luck if you made it out on the first DAY in one piece- let alone surviving another encounter with that class.

YOU. had been assigned to a Keter.

Starting to hyperventilate you desperately tried to clamor out of your bed- only to find yourself restrained to the bed with brown leather belts. And even as you screamed for Thirteen to help you out, she only stared at you with a blank expression on her face before the corners of her lips slowly curled into a toothless smile- ‘’You are expendable.’’ ..what?

Her body starts to curl on itself- her eyes now becoming soulless and morphing into pits of the void, her smile still being toothless and making you feel uneasy whenever you looked into it- ‘’You are a disgusting human being.’’ you heard her talk to you��but her mouth never seemed to move? You were suddenly startled by her neck stretching inhumanely long, long enough to the point where her nose started brushing up against your own, her mouth that was too close for comfort permeating the gut-wrenching stench and displeasure of death, that same smell that you swore you had gotten used to.

“If only you didn’t take that risk. You know, this is all your fault.’’ Her mouth stretched open, the stench getting worse and worse until you started dry heaving due to it- your eyes betraying your mind and the rest of your body as it gazed into the inhumanly stretched mouth of the former friend you called ‘’Thirteen’’, and you screamed as you finally saw what laid inside of its throat- a pale hand, which adorned yellow painted nails, emerged from the back of its throat desperately trying to claw its way towards you- ‘’No. No. no-NO! This isn't real- THIS ISNT FUCKING REAL!’’ you screamed now trying any possible way to get out of your restraints, thrashing back and forth to wiggle your way out, sweat now adorning your body like a heavy winter coat, your hair stuck to your face while your eyes stayed glued on the thing that you once called your friend- your breathing getting harder and harder as you took in more of the putrid smell of death-

And then it all stopped.

Thirteen was gone. The smell was gone. That voice was gone.

You lay in a white room filled with a multitude of different shaped and colored flowers, a gentle breeze flowing through the room blew in your favorite scent, and your ragged breathing slowed down with every deep breath you took.

It felt calming. Like you could finally breathe fresh air for the first time.

Your shrunk pupils darted across every inch of the room, scanning it for any hint of danger before you realized that you could feel something on top of your eyelids since whatever it was slightly twitched every time you blinked- you slowly raised your hands towards your eyes, softly landing them on something..warm? It felt like a hand, but who’s hand? Are you dreaming?

‘’Come find me, MC. Save Me.’’ You felt drowsy listening to the voice, but it wasn’t like the voice from earlier- it felt more calm, less sinister…who really was this talking to you? It had to be thirteen..or that guy Luke was talking about….it..couldn’t..be any- anyone….else?

Your thoughts dragged out as you felt your muscles twitch and shake, your mind slowly shutting down- before you woke up in a cold sweat.

You now found yourself back in the Med-Bay, still sitting in this damned bed, but now you were accompanied by a gorgeous dark-skinned male with beautiful brown fringed hair which was parted on the sides of his head due to his…head wings? Is he deaf? Nevermind… He sat in the same chair that Thirteen did, his head was tilted downwards toward a clipboard which had something that you couldn’t discern written on it.

He seemed to notice your presence as he looked up from his clipboard, setting it aside on the nearby nightstand as he brushed himself off- ‘’Welcome back, MC! I assume that Luke has told you about me, no?’’ you nodded your head. ‘’That's great, do you happen to feel any discomfort or dizziness? Any worrying feelings?’’ you shook your head no- ‘’I'm happy to hear you feel fine, especially after what just happened- here, I'm giving you some fludrocortisone acetate to help with your fainting.’’ He said in a cheerful tone, smiling at you again after handing you a glass of water.

You were parched. Your mouth damn near felt like a desert with how dry it felt, so this glass of water was a blessing in disguise for you, thank god for Simeon- ‘’Don't fret too much about your meeting, you have an hour to properly rest and get yourself into a better headspace- I’ll be right here at your side if you need someone to talk to as well.’’ he said, getting up from the chair to walk over towards the nearby bookshelf. well, at least you had an hour to recollect your thoughts and mentally prepare yourself for what could be very well the last moments of your life, ‘’what a pain it's going to be loading my tomato soup-looking ass into a coffin.’’ you slightly snickered at your joke before you rolled over and your mind wandered off elsewhere, your eyes subconsciously drifting over towards the now sitting Simeon, who was quietly reading a book beside your bed.

‘’Simeon.’’ He looks over towards you, his eyebrows raised- ‘’Would it be rude to ask if you and Luke are…y’know, non-human?’’ you asked, expecting him to go ballistic on you for asking such a question- I mean, it did happen to you once before when asking an angel that Thirteen was watching over- guy got SUPER pissed that you didn’t just use common sense and look at the winds that were hidden on his back (which were covered by his long hair), god, that guy was a fucking dick now that you think back on it.

Simeon only smiled as the wings on either side of his head flapped happily- ‘’It's not rude to ask a question that has a clear answer, Luke has wings as I do but he is just too young for his wings to be fully visible!’’ you smiled back at him, happy that he wasn’t being as much of a dick like the last angel you asked this question to- ‘’How come you dont have a halo then?’’ ‘’It's too much of a problem to have floating on the back of my head, I tried to make it work but alas it ended up getting stuck trying to get through a door..’’ he shook his head whilst lowly chuckling to himself, ‘’Anyways, I'd love to keep on talking with you but I think we’re out of time here- but please don't start worrying! I specifically put in a medical request for Thirteen to accompany you during your time with your SCP…or well, Thirteen practically begged me to do something to aid with your panic attacks.’’

Your heart dropped hearing him say anything that hinted towards your looming death, but you just sucked it up since you would be with Thirteen- someone who could write out your will and put all of your figurines to good use. Simeon waved you off and shouted something along the lines of ‘’letting Luke know that you are bidding farewell!’’ with you shouting a happy ‘’See you later!’’ back at him.

The walk of shame towards the meeting room was absurd.

Totally absurd because there were people literally prancing around the main floor with whole-ass deers, frolicking around with bees, and JUMPING for joy at their newfound SCPs. The fuck?! Are you just the mayor of Frown Town or are these people actually on some type of hardcore drug? Because there is no possible way that the foundation didn't give all of these people Safe class SCPs- if they were going to do this then how come you didn't get something that wouldn’t kill me on sight?

‘’Your results have culminated to bring out your full potential as an [EXPERIENCED] On-Field Researcher’’ Right. They looked through your file to personally assign you a specific SCP.

Well, despite this unnerving fact, you pushed forward, determined to at least get a glimpse of your personal grim reaper, this fact pushed you forward with some pep in your step until you pushed open the doors to the meeting room- Matt. goddamn Matt.

Of COURSE they decided to let Matt be the tour guide for this whole shitshow- the one person you wanted to stay away from you at all times was HERE and going to be walking around with you for a solid five minutes to your new laboratory- Jesus fuck! Was the foundation that determined to get you to kill yourself?? ‘’MC! Oh, it is so, so, great to see my new favorite employee looking so delighted about their new job promotion! Come! Let's turn this frown upside down!’’ Matt said with a disgustingly cheery tone, his annoying ass smile seemed to get brighter as your frown drooped even more as he grabbed your hand and guided you towards your gravestone- I'm sure you will looooooove your new SCP! He is very docile and kind-hearted, his only setback is that he sleeps a ton, so getting research out of him will SURELY be a hassle!’’ he let go of your hand and twirled a bit before grabbing your hand, again, and further leading you to the airlocked door of your new laboratory.

Okay, now you were convinced that everyone was on this newfound hardcore drug and that you were the only sane fucker in the facility- because what fucking Keter class is DOCILE and KIND-HEARTED? Either Matt is a complete and utter dumbass who is totally oblivious to the most important aspect of his job or he genuinely didn’t know about the class you were assigned to.

Matt opened the door for you, ushering you inside as he explained the password system to your lab, giving you the code on a sticky note, and walking over to a panel that had several buttons on it as he flicked on a button which turned on the lights in the ‘’research station’’ as he calls it before he beckoned you over to him- ‘’And now for the grand reveal..! I, Matt, will be giving MC the honor of revealing their SCP!’’ he squealed, looking at you with a ‘’Hurry up and push that button’’ look as you just sighed and flicked on the switch next to the one he already turned on- with the lights slowly turning on to reveal a… Cow? No, human-cow cosplaying human curled up in the corner? What??

‘’Okay Matt, I'm going to be straight with you- what in the actual fuck is this? This isn't an SCP, it's some random guy cosplaying a cow that you plucked out of an anime convention!’’ You looked at Matt with a dumbfounded look as you looked back at the sleeping cow-cosplaying man before looking back at Matt- ‘’Oh yes it is, MC, that is in fact not a human but an SCP, he’s just assuming a human-like form to fool the task force into thinking he is docile. Not saying that he is violent, he just seems to not like his sleeping to be disturbed.’’ did Matt think you were that stupid? ‘’Matt, what the actual fuck are you talking about? ‘’Oh YeAh, He’S DoCiLe!’’ THAT MOTHERFUCKER IS ASSUMING A FORM TO FOOL PEOPLE INTO COMING INTO HIS ENCLOSURE! No, and I mean NO docile ANYTHING assumes a form to lure people into its habitat! How the hell can you actually look me in my face and tell me that it's DOCILE?!’’ you angrily pointed towards the still sleeping cowman

Matt's tone darkened, ‘’Let's not forget our positions here, or do you really want a black mark that badly? Either way, you have a job to do- valuable research to provide to the Foundation, i highly suggest you start moving to assess the SCP’s danger level- now, please. He told you, handing you a briefing file that you didn’t even know he had with him- your eyes quickly scanning over the material of said file, landing on one specific word before you looked up and stared into the soul of poor Matt.

It's like the fucker wanted you eliminated and wiped off of the face of the earth at his earliest convenience! This was downright ridiculous- get into the enclosure WITH a demon Keter class? Are you serious? fuuuuuck that.

You pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance, ‘’Oh godfuckingdammit! Give me a break! A COW! A COW!! A DEMON COW AT THAT! You’ve got to be joking- seriously! If I walk in that THING’s enclosure I'm going to be not pushing 26 but fuckin’ DAISIES! Matt, I don't think you understand the problem here, You're putting me in the same room as a KETER- do you want me dead that bad?’’

Matt shook his head- ‘’Get in the enclosure, the black mark doesn't argue back nor does the rest of HR, after all, they will side with me, once again.’’

‘’Fuck you, Matt.’’ You said whilst angrily punching in the code to the enclosure- cautiously walking into the brightly lit room as you had a one-man staredown with the cow before you softly tapped your foot, attempting to wake it without immediately being torn limb from limb- and somehow you succeeded- having a grumbling, somewhat pissed, cow look at you like you just kicked a puppy and napalmed an orphanage, and kicked someone's grandma down a flight of stairs- god how much you missed the Med-Bay now…

Now that you could get a clear view of your short-time good ol’ buddy and pal- you could see his outfit clearly; somewhat blue hair with white streaks on the tips, a tired look adorning his face, and a blue jacket with a hood that he paired with an olive colored pair of pants, with damn near knee high brown boots- what in the actual fuck was this guy wearing? Damn, where did they FIND this man?

‘’What do you want?’’

What in the fuck- who said that? You thought to yourself, glancing back to an empty lab with no Matt in sight- oh that fucker REALLY wanted you dead. ‘’Fucking Matt…’’

Was it that voice that was nagging you about being a bad person and this that and the third earlier? Maybe it was… him?

‘’Was that you who just said that?’’ you stared at the cow who was lying down on the ground, watching it for any movement in its mouth before you heard the voice again- ‘’Yes, now answer my question already.’’- were you actually going schizophrenic or something? Because you were just staring at his mouth and didn't move one bit when you heard the voice- ‘’The fuck? Are you talking telepathically?’’ you asked the cow, only to get a now angry response- ‘’Are you deaf? Or just willfully being ignorant? Do you have zero sense of danger?’’

That's right, that cow was asking you to answer its question- ‘’I want the same thing as you do, for me to get the fuck outta here. I don't know if you saw that guy back there but he FORCED me to be in here with you.’’ You gestured to the empty room across from the both of you before you noticed something small and pink on the glass window- and you couldn’t get to it due to the walking threat lying down in front of you, especially the fact that any sudden movement could aggravate this guy and send you 6ft under, pushing daisies.

‘’So you're stuck here too, that guy wrote on that paper something about how he locked the doors for bonding time’’ The cow gestured towards the pink paper that was on the window, and then looked back at you.

Without missing a beat, he suddenly appeared in front of you and wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing it with some considerable force since your face slightly twitched at the sudden cutoff of oxygen, and the cow did NOT seem to like that result as he let up with the squeezing- ‘’You really don't have any sense of danger, huh?’’ at this point, you didn’t even try to fight his grip, you just shrugged and accepted your fate- ‘’I do have a sense of danger- I just knew what type of bullshit I would be going into, but y’know, I'm forced to work with you. No point in having a sense of danger if you're just going to die by the end of the business day.’’

He sighed and fully let go of you, walking back to his previous spot in the corner and curling up into a ball, hiding his face from the bright lights of the room- ‘’How boring, it's no fun killing you if you're already wanting to die, that's like im granting your shitty wish. I'm a demon, not a genie.

‘’If you're a demon then go do us both a solid and kill that fucker, Matt!’’ you thought to yourself, rolling your eyes at the thought of his eventual return- ‘’What exactly did this Matt guy do to you for his name to be accompanying some form of death every five fucking seconds in your head?! You need to take anger management classes or something.’’

This fucking sassy fuck- ‘’It's because Matt sat there and LOCKED me in a room with YOU, no offense by the way, all for the purpose of killing me- like what type of psychopath sits there and leaves the glory of watching your greatest enemy be killed in real-time to go frolic around in an imaginary field or whatever he does in his free time! It's borderline stupid!’’

‘’Not only that, the guy keeps on babbling on about how you're so docile and kind-hearted!’’ You finished your rant about Matt, laying down against the cold, hard tiles and staring up into the ceiling- ‘’what a dumbass.’’ ‘’Tell me about it- the guys been doing nothing but riding my ass for the past six years and the moment he got a promotion he starts going on a whole tangent about how he’s so important and that he’ll put a mark on me if I step out of line- fucking power-tripping!’’

‘’And he got this promotion because why?’’

‘’Because he [DATA EXPURGED BY ADMIN_M], [REDACTED].’’

The cow seemed to pause at your words before he uncurled himself and stared at you, much to your dismay- ‘’He… did what to [REDACTED]?’’

‘’Yeah, he did, the only and probably only SCP I will ever trust again. And he [DATA EXPURGED BY ADMIN_M], and I hate his fucking guts for it- I sometimes wonder about her family she used to tell me stories about… I really wanted to meet some of her older brothers if our plan worked.’’

‘’Tell me about these stories [REDACTED] told you, now.’’ ‘’It's not like I have anything better to do.’’ . . . . . . . . . ‘’She really was the light of the foundation, making the suicide rate in this damned place drop to an all-time low! Hell, even the SCPs themselves enjoyed her presence, and that's impressive to get that senile old man down the hallway to shut the fuck up with his happy-go-lucky attitude.’’

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grimalkinmessor · 1 year ago

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Thinking about your Hanahaki AU again, with Light this time. He'd definitely rip the flowers out. If he could.

Because, does removing Hanahaki flowers require surgery in this AU? How much does it cost? Can Light even admit himself and get surgery in the middle of the Kira case? Without anyone noticing? How would he even explain to Soichiro or Sachiko that this is why he needs the flowers out?

Plus, as you've said, would L notice? It's very, very likely L would. And he won't let Kira remove those flowers. Afterall, Kira being in love with L would be a very interesting development. How far would Kira go for someone he loves when he can't rid himself of his feelings nor live with those feelings unrequited?

This seems to be a very, very, very bad ending for Light. Unless somehow L ends up falling for Light while trying to stop him from getting Hanahaki flowers removed...

What do you think? How does Light having Hanahaki go in your AU?

I'VE ACTUALLY THOUGHT ABOUT THIS SO UNHINGEDLY THAT I'VE GONE A BIT INSANE BARE WITH ME

So, to address your first question; yes, Light absolutely rips them out :3 You're right that he can't get surgery during the middle of the Kira case because it would bring too much attention to him, AND the fact that yes, the surgery is incredibly expensive and he wouldn't be able to pay for it on his own even if he could find a clinic discreet enough that L couldn't find it. Buuut that doesn't mean that he can't remove them himself! :D

Light is a boy that jerry-rigged a bomb into his desk with shit that he bought at the corner store in an abandoned building with little to no tools—he would absolutely consider it within his abilities to give himself surgery. And he's correct! It would be incredibly dangerous, but for Light everything he does seems to be a Morton's Fork, even if he doesn't see it that way.

I imagine him visiting his school nurse to yoink some medical supplies, finding a way to recirculate his blood as soon as he loses it (possibly by jerry-rigging some other machine to suck the blood up out of any openings he made back into a tube that cycles it right back into his arm veins—idk how that would WORK but Light would find a way I promise you), and then sitting in front of his bedroom mirror to split his chest open while Ryuk watches his lifespan to make sure he's not gonna die.

But the kicker here is this; Light would have to do this multiple times. Because he has to leave the roots of the flowers in or he loses his memory of L, and just like L, he can't afford to lose valuable insight on his opponent in the middle of the game. So once every month (or twice depending how often he sees L) Light cuts himself open and clears out the foliage in his lungs! :D Yes it would be incredibly painful and incredibly tedious and incredibly dangerous, but Light would still do it, because by this point he thinks he can't afford to do anything else. Kira comes before L, yes, but Light's continued existence (with his mental image intact) comes before Kira. Which, ironically, now necessitates continuing to be Kira, even against his own heart's desires.

Despite his ego, Light doesn't actually do many things for personal gain—if he can't convince himself that something would ultimately have an altruistic purpose (and yes furthering Kira's goals does count as an altruistic purpose because Light sees Kira, himself, as altruistic by nature) and it comes at any sort of cost, then he convinces himself he doesn't want it. Being in love with L would be one of those things he denies viciously ✨ He'll say it's obsession, equality, understanding rather than love or affection, because Light has never felt deep respect or affection for anyone other than his family and obviously the Hanahaki has just mistaken his respect for love. Obviously.

Confessing isn't an option. Light would sooner leap in front of a speeding train than confess (in either circumstance of confession in this case). He doesn't even believe he's in actual love with L so he sees it as a moot point. Making L fall in love with him also isn't an option for similar reasons.

If we go the route where L doesn't discover that Light has Hanahaki or at least he discovers it too late, then it wouldn't differ very much from canon. The only difference would be that Light, until the day he dies, would carry around physical proof of his love for L. And the knowledge that it wasn't enough for Light to spare him :') Which would then feed further in to Light's idea that it wasn't REAL love, merely a facsimile of it 💔 Nothing else changes.

BUT—as for L finding out... Well, here's the thing. He would either need to find out before Light's confinement, or after they catch Higuchi. Because during that period where Light loses his memory of being Kira? His Hanahaki goes away :) Yotsuba Arc Light loses his feelings for L because most of the reasons Light loved him before have abruptly become the very same reasons Light hates him as soon as he forgets he's Kira :)

So if L finds out, it's either early enough that he can swap plans entirely (if he wished to), or late enough that he'd have to haul ass to convince Light not to kill him, either by attempting to fall in love with Light or proving him as Kira or somehow, by some miracle of manipulation and seduction and conversation, convince Light to change his mind. BUT—but but but—the sticking point here is that L is not in love with Light. (I don't see Light as the type to feel "unloved" so we're going the Hanahaki Is Omniscient To People's Feelings route instead of it being psychological). And any plans he would make in response to Light's Hanahaki would be dependant on several factors, including but not limited to the strength of his desire to live, the strength of his desire to win, the fact that Light is intellectual equal, the fact that despite Light being his intellectual equal they have very different moral codes and societal views, the pros of keeping Light alive, the cons of keeping Light alive, lust even (if there is any), etc. etc. But not love. You'd have to account for the fact that Light surviving the Hanahaki is not L's top priority. It might not even be high priority. Though I think you're right in that L would make sure Light couldn't get rid of it—he'd find it too interesting see it as too much of a boon to lose. Plus I very much see him as a vindictive little shit, just like Light 💕

So really it's up to how you think L would react! What you think is important to him, what you think his thought processes are, and honestly when you decide that he finds out. Those are all factors in L's decision making process that have to be considered—which is why I don't write from L's pov very often :,D

#asks #anonymous #lawlight #hanahaki #death note #yagami light #l lawliet

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fanaticsnail · 6 months ago

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Dreaming of You

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 1,000+, 840+, 1,060+, 810+

Synopsis: They couldn't help it. You looked so heavenly in their dreams. The way they had you wrapped around their body as a marionette in their minds, dancing for them as they awoke to sticky blankets when they jolted upright. Their thoughts got the better of them, and they are wracked with guilt. Koby, Helmeppo, Smoker

Warnings: wet dreams, afab!reader, swearing, masturbation, dub con (Using your image to masturbate to), suggestive content, feelings, all individual 'x reader' drabbles, NSFW, 18+, MDNI.

Notes: Dreaming of You Masterlist Here. Sorry for any grammatical errors, this was written on my phone and it's been formatting very odd lately. Please read the warnings. Art link

Tag list: @sordidmusings @nerium-lil @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @indydonuts @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @carrotsunshine @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training

“Aww, baby,” your voice mocks him, looking down from your position sitting firmly straddling his lap, “You look so cute like this.” He groans at your quip, his brows furrowing and lips parted and panting. Lifting yourself up over him, you slowly and steadily roll your hips over his cock, sucking his weeping tip into your heat.

He drew his bottom lip between his teeth, his cheeks dusting with a shade of pink as he was held captive between your legs. Your grinding, writhing and lewd moaning had all other thoughts flee from his mind. All he wanted was to watch you bounce on his cock, spreading your slick down his shaft until he watched you shake in pure ecstasy.

Rocking your body harder atop him, he desperately clawed at the flesh of your hips and bucks his cock into you with reckless abandon. All he can hear is your soft giggles down at him, taunting him with your joy. You coo at him, encouraging him by meeting his thrusts as he repeatedly, harshly, buries himself within you.

“Don’t… h-hah… Don’t call me cute,” he growled through guttural and feral moans, desperately chasing his high with you continuing to ride his cock. The blunt tip slams deep within you, immediate contact prompting you to see stars in your vision and cry out at his vicious momentum. Choosing to taunt him further, you pry your chest away from his and splay your fingers over his chest.

“Why? You... mnngh… gonna show me who’s boss?” you smirk down at him, viciously riding him and prompting him to cry out in shock at your movements, “Gonna reprimand me formally, cutey? Gonna tell me to stop?”

“Don't stop. Don't stop!” He sobbed in desperation, the feeling of your grinding causing tears to form from the corners of his eyes. He sheathed himself deep within your abdomen, overcome by his need to use your body to chase his own high.

“Feels too good, hmm?” you pout down at him before curling your lips up into a cruel smirk, “Gonna cum already? I bet you look real cute when you cum.” He growled up at you, reaching one hand up to cup your cheek and draw you down into a bruising and bullying kiss. You squeak in surprise in his mouth as he flips you onto your back in a hasty drop against the mattress below.

He grabs your left ankle, throwing it over his shoulder and rails his throbbing cock within you deeper. You cry out at the change, his lips not leaving yours as his pace quickens. The hurried snap of his hips slapping yours had a sickening, slick sound reverberating in the room. His lips pant against your own as he feels closer to his release.

“S-Stop calling me c-cute,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back as he felt your walls contract around his throbbing cock, “I’m your s-superior officer, brat.” He bullied your body with his shaft, your cries music to his ears as he felt your body spasm and sucked him in further.

“D-Doesn't make you any less cute, sir,” you whined up at him, looking through your eyelashes at him. You praised him, clawing at his hips and his back as he quickened his pace further, “That’s it, cutey, show me who’s boss.” He growled at your taunt, hand flying up to cradle the back of your head and tugging firmly on your hair.

Just as he was about to bark his command to stop mocking him, his eyes went black with lust as he watched your brows rise to the peak of your forehead. Your eyes rolled back as your face contorted in ecstasy, your body sucking him deep within you with beckoning contractions.

“I’m c-cumming,” you mewl, your orgasm crashing over you in encumbering waves that had you drowning in pleasure, “I-I’m cumming so hard.” Your cries immediately prompt him to spill his own high deep within you, your body milking his cock with your rhythmic contractions. You whined his name, your praises falling freely from your lips as you began to go limp beneath him.

“Fuck,” he barked, his movements becoming sloppy and languid as he buried himself to the hilt within you, “Fucking take it. Take it.” His expulsion of sticky cum splashed in ropes deep in your overstimulated and abused cunt. His breath caught in his chest as he groaned with every pulse of release within your body, chanting your name like a prayer.

He memorized your face, the soft dewy flush on your cheeks and parted lips in the afterglow of your high. Your smile was hypnotic, your eyes holding nothing but love and adoration for him as you looked up into his face. As he smiled and leaned down to claim your lips beneath his, the image dissipated in a waft of scentless smoke. His shock was evident on his face, his desperation to feel your body had him clawing at the position you were laying prior with his heart ringing frantically within his ears.

“No, no, no,” he stuttered into the darkness, looking around the empty space for where you were moments prior, his heart screaming for you as he snapped his head around to search for you, “Where are you? Where are you?”

“Where are you?” His eyes snapped open as his body sprung up from its recline. His breath was heavy and labored, his eyes wide and frantic before he realized what had happened. With a soft gasp followed by a choked, embarrassed groan, he peers down to his stomach and witnesses a damp patch of sticky cum seep into his pants.

His cock twitched, his knob bobbing against the material of his uniform pajamas as it began to deflate beneath the fabric. Cringing with a soft tint of pink on his cheeks, he opened the waistband of his pants and growled at himself for his lack of discipline. The pearlescent release coating his cock, pooling down his shaft and leaking down his balls within his underwear, had him immediately angry at himself as he whispers a soft curse.

“Fuck...”

Koby

He cringes at his own cursing, shaking his head as he looks down at his abdomen before snapping the elastic back against his stomach. Drawing his fingers up to his face, he pinches his brow and huffs out a soft groan while massaging his face. He looks over to the remainder of the cots in the shared-living space at the marine base, quietly surveying the sleeping bodies for any signs of wake.

Eyes focussing on your hammock, he notices your chest rise and fall in steady momentum. Your breathing was deep, your sleep was peaceful, and Koby was wracked with guilt at thinking about an ensign serving beneath his command as a muse for pleasure in his dreams. Your sultry cries haunted him, his mind running away with him every time he shut his eyes to blink.

He laid back down, curling over in his cot and crossed his arms over his chest. His brows knit in a deep frown as he chastised himself for his intrusive thoughts. Tossing and turning, he was unable to fall back asleep due to the sensation of his warm release cooling in a sticky pool against his skin beneath his briefs.

“Awe, baby,” your voice mocked in his mind, his restless slumber worsening, “So pretty, captain. Show me who's boss, Koby,” he shook his head of your voice, drawing his forearms over his ears and scrunching his eyes tightly shut.

The image of your blissful face looking up at him with adoration and love before dissipating burnt his mind. His heart hammered in his chest as he felt the loss of your illusionary form in his arms.

He snuck a peek at you over his shoulder, noticing you remained blissfully ignorant of his lustful thoughts as you slept soundly beside your fellow marines. His craving for you caused him to pout, his eyes round and shameful. Deciding to get up and clean himself up, he did so before relieving the night watch shift from duties to take over for himself above deck.

The following morning, you strolled onto the deck and assumed you were to take over the duties from the cadet attending overnight. Your shock at being met by your pink-haired captain was evident in your eyes, following him with curiosity but otherwise choosing to remain professional in your stature.

“Captain,” you stated quietly, clicking your heels together as he turned to face you, “I am here to relieve you, sir.” You could’ve sworn a subtle pink blush flashed on his cheeks, but the warmth of the sun shining on the deck may have been the cause for such a hue.

“I-I-...” Koby stuttered over his words, his eyes wide and teeth almost chattering. You slipped your stance into ease as you awaited his orders. “...Good morning, Ensign.” Your brows furrowed, cocking your head to the side as you eyed him wearily.

“Good morning, sir,” you responded in a low and slow tone, “I know it is not my place, but is everything okay with you? You seem… out of sorts?” A soft, sheepish sigh fell from his lips as he rubbed the back of his head anxiously.

“I had something keeping me awake last night, couldn’t rest,” he uttered through a straight, joyless smile. His eyes opened, gazing deep into your own as his smile turned more genuine. “Forgive me for asking, just in case it’s something you’re not comfortable with,” he began to stutter and stumble over his words, “We’ve got some shore leave coming up, and I was wondering if you might be interested in sharing a meal together.”

Your eyes widened, quickly eyeing your captain over. His gaze never left you, but his smile began to nervously twitch as he waited for your response. Your smile grew up to light up on your cheeks in immediate joy.

“I would love to, captain,” you responded kindly, “With Helmeppo and the other officers, or just us?”

“Just us, ensign,” he clarified with a soft wave of his hands and a warm smile, “Maybe we could drop the titles and you could call me ‘Koby’, if you’re comfortable with that?” Your smile widens and your heart begins beating hard within your chest.

“I would like that very much, Koby,” you admitted. He reached his hand out towards you, taking your own within his palm and fingers. His hands felt warm, a soft tingle in his grip and apprehensive to show you favoritism and affection so openly. Holding his eyes over the soft touch he gave to you, the pink flush drew itself up to his cheeks once more.

“It’s a date then,” he confirmed softly, his smile growing as he drew his eyes up to meet with yours. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it with a soft cough. “All the best with your shift,” he gulped, testing your name over his tongue as he saluted you as he walked away from you.

“Sweet dreams, Koby,” you responded, assuming he was on his way to attempt to sleep once more.

You didn’t notice the stumble in his step and the deep crimson drawing up his neck and littering his face with it. He was immediately drawn back to his illusionary night muse, your well-wishes for his slumber having his mind repeat sections of his dream in a taunting echo.

Gulping back his shame and shaking his head to rid him of his thoughts, he continued on his shift with a pep in his step at getting to know you further over a meal together.

Helmeppo

He growled at himself, balling his hands into fists and thumping them down at his sides. The disgust he had in his own mind for distorting the image of you in his dreams had him livid, his heart twisting with guilt and anguish.

“I am a swordsman!” he harshly whispered to himself, his scowl deepening as his fury rose, “I am disciplined, and I shouldn’t allow pleasures and my own desires to dissuade my mission to-.” His monologue was cut off with a small rap at his door, his eyes immediately looking up to seek out its source.

Without thinking much of the stain lingering within his undergarments and pooling down his legs, he sprang up and hastily turned the knob and flung his door inwards. His anger was written in a low grimace, his blue eyes enraged and wide in fury.

“What do you-..!?” his barked question was halted as soon as his unshrouded eyes met with your own, looking up at him with concern and worry, “...-oh.” His lips immediately slit against his face in a thin line, his anger dissipating and filled with concern at your presence by his door.

“What are you doing here, ensign?” Helmeppo asked you, his voice quiet and cautious, “You should be asleep down the hall in your room. Why are you-?”

“-I heard you, sir,” you immediately relayed to him, “Forgive me for speaking out of turn, but I thought it was better I checked in on you than the others.” His face immediately had a large blush spread up his face, gulping back a large mouthful of the dried lump forming in his throat.

“Y-You heard…” Helmeppo stuttered, his lip almost betraying him in a soft quiver. You searched his eyes, leaning your body closer to him with an outstretched hand intended for comfort. His confusion knit his brows in a deep frown, his lips parting as he was shocked by the tenderness you were presenting out to him.

Did you hear him whimper your name as he came untouched? Did you hear the way he cried for you, imagining your body beneath his as he chased his own ecstasy deep within your slick heat? Did you hear the way he mourned your loss as he awoke without you?

“I heard you wake from your nightmare, sir,” you halted his swirling thoughts, “I assumed the worst, expected you were experiencing the trauma of being kidnapped by your father and threatened with death by his axe-hand,” you relayed to him openly and honestly, “I thought you might need a friend.”

His expression immediately softened, unused to such kindness being shown to him other than under the traineeship of Garp and Bogard, or confiding in his friend turned Captain, Koby. As he gazed at you, his mind momentarily swelled with the illusion of your face depicting warmth in bliss - immediately shaking away those thoughts to focus on the real you. A soft smile twitched on his lips as he leaned against the wall beside the door.

“And why would you grant me friendship, ensign?” he asked, stunned by your words, “What have I done to deserve this offer of an ear to whisper my trauma into?” He attempted to keep a straight face as he felt the slick cum begin to tickle from the corner of his uniform briefs and down the inside of his thighs, praying that you wouldn’t look at his gray uniform sweatpants and notice the trail.

“Captain Koby is away from base without you,” you noted, flickering your eyes between his, “And the Vice-Admiral and his second in command have not been to this base in the past few months. Forgive me for assuming you would enjoy some company,” you gave him a polite nod, looking to the floor and holding your eyes there while you awaited his response.

Clicking his tongue at you, he stepped forward and raised his hand to your chin, lifting it to meet his eyes once more. He was hoping he was oozing enough confidence in his gaze to halt you from looking at the ooze beginning to trail down to his knee.

“I appreciate your offer, ensign. Truly,” he nodded, ensuring he held your gaze as he began to internally quiver in fear, “I have been a little…” he winced at his next few words, scolding himself before uttering quietly, “...pent up lately. I think I need to train a little harder, or go for a run.”

“I’d be happy to offer you company on your run, sir,” you admit to him with a soft smile, “I have also felt a little pent up lately. I feel like it would be more appropriate to run than to find reprieve at the bottom of a rum bottle,” you shake your head as you wince your own confession to him, “Or in the arms of an overnight lover, if I’m being truly honest with you.”

His eyes widen at your confession, his jaw falling slack at your admittance. He took another gulp at the dryness gathering in his throat as he flickered his eyes to the floor. He argued with himself as he avoided your gaze, managing to find the words and the courage to ask you a question that was gnawing at him the moment he felt anxious at the thought of losing you when he woke.

“If you’re looking for an overnight lover, I’d-...” his suggestion caught in his mouth, prompting a sharp cough to form behind his lips, “...I’d offer to aid you with that, if you’re interested. Unless you’d prefer a run, I could use a run after the night I had. I’m sorry if my suggestion is overstepping, I would never aim to make you uncomfortable at the base if you’re not wanting this kind of attention from me-.”

His rambling was halted by your warm lips pressing against his, his shock prompting a whimpered gasp to cry into your lips. He immediately warmed to the kiss, ushering you into his room and slamming the door shut behind you. Your smile was pressing against his lips, your squeak of joy prompting him to smile as he lifted you up to circle your hips over his waist had him immediately smitten.

Helmeppo was then plagued with another issue that chipped at the back of his mind. How was he going to clean up the memory of his dreams leaking down his pant leg before creating new ones within your arms? As you clasped your arms firmly around his neck and deepened the kiss with your tongue, he simply no longer cared.

Smoker

His fury down turned his lips in a rough grimace, his teeth clenching hard in a rough grind. He shook his head, immediately stepping out of his bed towards his bathroom. He filled his sink with fresh, cool water, splashing it over his face and allowing the icy droplets to pry him from his prior vision.

“So cute, Captain,” your voice mewled at him in a playful jest within his mind's eye, “So, so pretty when you blush for me. How much cuter do you get when you cum, hm?” He growled at the image, splashing water over his neck and letting it trickle down his shirt behind him.

“Cute?” He barked at his reflection, staring his steely orbs at his scarred face, “Cute?” His disgust at the distorted image of you giggling down at him over his lap had him ignited in fury.

“‘M not cute,” he huffs at himself, nose wrinkling up at the thought. He looked down to his waist, his gray sweatpants beginning to dampen with his release seeping into them.

“Gonna reprimand me, Captain?” your spectral taunt called to him, “Gonna show me who's boss, Smoker?” His cock twitched in interest, his teeth gritting tighter at the prospect of putting you in your place.

The way your uniform clung to your body had his imagination run wild with him. You were a desk-bound marine, your ability to catalogue with expert precision and haste had your services highly sought after. He was the lucky captain that landed you in his office, seeing your smile each morning, smelling your sweet perfume and hearing your laugh throughout the day, only to see your kind wave at the end of your shift as you left.

You had never given his mind any cause to lust for you, but it lusted regardless. He was consumed by the way your body would feel wrapped around his cock, hearing the smile in your laugh, and feeling the way your walls would beckon him within them with your slick arousal shepherding the way.

At that thought, he turned on the shower and switched it to the coldest temperature it could go. Peeling off his clothes with a grunt of disgust at himself, he stepped into the shower and allowed the coolness to drift down his body. In a desperate attempt to cool his raging thoughts, he gripped his cock in a cruel strangle.

Haunted by your moans and cries for him, his shaft swelled and knob shined with the hurried rush of blood. He girdled his shaft within his fist, attempting to choke back the thought of you to no avail.

“C’mon, baby,” his mind conjured your taunt within the cool steam rising from the shower, “I need you, sir. Fuck me. I bet you could make me behave if you just give in.” He began to pump his cock, huffing out pants with every rough piston.

“Shut up, brat,” he whispered in a gruff wince, “I'll f-fucking show you.” He beat his shaft harder, feeling the veins beneath swell and protrude within his palm. His translucent cum began to bead at the slit in his knob as his jaw fell slack.

“C-Captain Smoker, please can I cum on your cock?” Your spectral image conjured for him, his cock involuntary twitching at the thought. His nob swelled and he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth to halt his moans.

Seeing the dewy, blissed-out sheen on your face, as your spectral form begged for him to satisfy you by answering, had him rolling his hips into his palm and picking up his pace. He squeezed at his tip, circling it down against his shaft as he pictured you asking so beautifully for permission to cum.

“You want to cum on your captain's cock?” He huffed to his conjured mirage, “You wanna feel good, do ya, brat?” He fisted his palm harder, picturing your walls contracting with the proximity of your own ecstacy.

“Oh, f-fuck,” he cried out your name, beginning to spill over into his palm, the water pummeling his shoulders from above him, “Oh fuck, oh fuck. Cum for me. Cum for me, baby.” He pictured your face contorting in pleasure, your lips falling into a soft, smiling ‘O’ as he finally gave you permission to cum.

Ribbons of his hot spend splattered against the shower wall, his guilt seeping in as his bliss tapered out. He groaned for you, picturing your face as you came down from your high and chastising himself for degrading you in his imagination.

“Fuck,” he whispered his curse, angling the showerhead over the wall to wash it clean of his shame before washing himself with his all in one shampoo, conditioner, and shower gel.

As he concluded his shower and dried himself off with a towel, he took a mental note to do a task for your benefit to satisfy his guilt. Maybe some flowers to highlight your desk, or providing the office with a lunch on his Berry might be appreciated.

Shaking his head at himself, he wrapped his towel around his waist as he drew out twin cigars and placed them between his teeth. Igniting the end, he smiled as he came to terms with his new infatuation. His new quest was to attempt to woo you, get to know you better, and treat you with the adoration he so desperately craved to give you.

Exhaling with a smile, he muttered to himself with a soft, crackled growl, "I have a lot of work to do."

#one piece #x reader #koby #helmeppo #smoker #koby x reader #helmeppo x reader #smoker x reader #op koby #op helmeppo #op smoker #one piece smut #one piece drabble #afab!reader #one piece marines #one piece marines smut

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gayrobos · 2 years ago

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i would fucking love to read your author's-commentary on the stunticon friends comics! maybe not like in the individual update posts but i know spoilers don't really stop me from enjoying anything and it'd be cool to hear about the stuff that can't quite be shown yet :D

WELL OKAY IF YOU INSIST hehe. it's mostly thoughts about people's relationships. and a lot of it is thoughts about people's relationships with motormaster. a nice relaxing 1.5k of authors notes which doesn't contain spoilers for future plot per se.

I kind of think of this comic as being about... what is decepticon culture, and how does it impact people who've been in it and also their adopted human teen. I've joked that the reason the stunticons are here on earth is because they joined the "kick around people who are weaker than you" faction and they were shocked, SHOCKED when someone stronger than them started kicking them around. so they went to a place where nobody's stronger than them ::)

mikki, meanwhile, is in a super weird place about this because they're. not actually strong at all. EXCEPT when they're with the stunticons. so they have this mindset that they're top dog and they can do anything they want but that's not going to be true if they actually leave and they do know this. they know that if they want to maintain the power they have they need to stay with these people who seemed so normal to them and who they are realizing are seriously not normal. who are frightening. who have never been what they seemed to mikki. it makes a teen ask some questions! or stubbornly refuse to ask themself any questions!

the stunticons of course also refuse to do any amount of self-examination. they came out here to do nothing more and nothing less than have a good time at other people's expense. but they're each deeply neurotic in their own special ways, largely but not exclusively because of their time under motormaster's command.

wildrider has always been Like that. as in, needs a lot of stimulation or she will rip up the furniture and chew through someone's face. putting her under the command of a huge control freak like motormaster was kind of a dumb idea, because they were constantly butting heads. except motormaster is four times wildrider's size and can squish her like a toyota corolla. thankfully wildrider has never ever learned a lesson in her life and just kept on antagonizing motormaster forever until she got sick of being beat up for ignoring orders and wandering off to shred things and. you know. impaled her. basically wildrider's injuries were purely physical because she wasn't that afraid of the consequences of defying motormaster or more broadly decepticon command. nobody else got off that easy. (EDIT: I completely forgot to mention how ashamed wildrider is of every time she made a compromise for the sake of her safety. which wasn't all the time, but she sees it as cowardice, not self-preservation. she HAS been altered by motormaster; it showed her a side of herself she hates and now she's got to be even more recklessly aggressive to prove she's not a coward.)

dead end has spent a long time making herself into a tool to be wielded. if you never expect anything good to happen you can't be disappointed! and this doesn't extend just to motormaster, you know? the entire decepticon army runs on "shut up, do what you're told, perform viciousness." wildrider is in some ways the perfect decepticon. dead end sucks at it, but she CAN shut up and do what she's told. she's very good at killing people but she doesn't much like it. I think motormaster has probably told her a lot of times that she's only good for one thing and she's not that good at it. she really really longs to connect with people but she's also terrified of it (for good reason, since she's gotten burned a lot) and in the present she's still pretty withdrawn even from the other stunticons. mikki felt like a safer option because they're just a little alien and if we feed them and tame them they won't be able to leave! and then: uh-oh. dead end caught feelings. she should know better by now.

breakdown, we haven't seen that much of her being neurotic because she's been in a really safe place for four years. the humans can't touch her. she doesn't have to leave her ship. she doesn't even have to talk to the other stunticons if she doesn't want to, mostly. historically she has been a LOT weirder. and we'll see some of that soon ::) to motormaster she was suuuuch an easy target for isolation. you can tell her to always stay in the comms room and she'll just do it! you can tell the rest of your crew to play pranks on her and gaslight her and they will because it's funny and you're decepticons! you can tell her in private that it was their idea! to breakdown, motormaster is THE number one trustworthy person. which isn't to say that breakdown doesn't fear her, it's just that motormaster can't "betray" you. what would that mean. it's meaningless. this is part of why I'm so insane about wildbreak. breakdown is like, yeah, wildrider is violent and kind of unpredictable and she thinks it's funny to torment me, AND she keeps trying to get me to break the rules. the only way to deal with this is to play along enough to get her to keep it a secret. and also she's hot and I desperately want to hurt someone because I feel so angry and helpless all the time. like! the only person breakdown trusts is also the implicit threat whenever she's with wildrider??? the only connection she'll allow herself to have is with someone she truly dislikes and who has never treated her well! neither of them can ever admit they care about each other as more than fight club buddies because their affection is all twisted up in hatred and their clashing personalities and the way they've been intentionally set against each other!!! AUGH

post-motormaster they just hit each other and have sex like regular people. but watch out!

okay and finally we come to drag strip. who as I'm sure you've noticed needs desperately to be liked by everyone and for nobody to be mad at her specifically and also each other. this is a terrible coping mechanism for dealing with motormaster, but it's the one she developed! and it kind of fucked her over because at the crucial moment she didn't join in on killing motormaster. her loyalties were very much divided between the one person who was most important to make happy and the people she intellectually knew were on her side. and now she's always going to be the one who didn't want motormaster dead. and she's always going to be thinking about how everyone else is thinking that. but everything's fine as long as they still laugh at her jokes.

it's been SO fun to plot out the stunticons falling the fuck apart because the foundation of their trust in each other has always been rotten. house of robot usher over here. there's a lot of decepticons out here who feel genuine camaraderie despite (because of!) the way that their military culture encourages them to turn on anyone who isn't performing decepticonness well enough, but, um, that's not the stunticons. living and fighting together for thousands of years just gave them a LOT of beef to pretend they don't have with each other. despite themselves they do all genuinely care for mikki, but their model for caring about someone is "war buddy" which kinda comes down to "do fun shit with them and save their life." and none of them have the capacity to admit (even to themselves) that they have real feelings for someone!! that would be seriously uncool and not macho et c. so you get situations like mikki passive-aggressively going WOW NOBODY HERE CARES ABOUT ME OR EVEN THINKS I'M A PERSON! and getting crickets in response.

whew.

okay, what about motormaster? what's her deal?

funnily enough I've not done that much development on her since she's barely gotten any screentime. so some of what I'm saying here is solidifying for the first time. (I don't really write a lot of notes, just scripts.) like I said, she's a control freak. and an egotist. she needs to claim credit for the victories of everyone under her command, and she's a pretty fucking bad leader which is why she only has four subordinates. but she's unbelievably effective on the battlefield, and that ability transfers well to menasor. a win for the decepticons. truly, what is there to say about her? in this story she's defined by what she does to other people. I won't get into the metaphors that we'll see in stunticomix endgame (teehee), but from a narrative point of view she's literally nothing without them. she's more the spectre of decepticon culture than she is a person, yk?

so the stakes of this story are: can the stunticons overcome millennia of indoctrination, abuse, and generally sucking in order to have a genuine relationship with like 1 person who doesn't have that baggage? can they allow themselves to care about ANYTHING? originally the script I wrote (with arcee's help <3 hi arcee) calls for the answer to be yes, they can pledge themselves to a cause they decided for themselves and yes they can build a community. but you know what? reading all this shit it's really hard to believe that they can do any of that. VOTE IN THE REPLIES will y'all be mad at me if this turns out to be a tragedy. lmao.

#stunticon friends #red I like ur characterizations so much. especially your dead end. I really cherish him.#every day I'm thinking about dead end in your valentine fanfiction #this has nothing to do with the post uhhh I just think your fic is neat #and it stands in contrast to my approach which has to serve The Themes Of The Work (and my regrettable tendency toward understatement)#OKAY PEACE THIS HAS TAKEN ME A RIDICULOUS AMOUNT OF TIME TO TYPE UP AND I'M SICK OF AGONIZING OVER IT

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mickeytheticklee · 2 years ago

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Fimmies' secret weapon

Warning: Tickling

It happened to be a water break during the second round of the tag game the girls were playing. Already half the chips were in Yunjin's procession in the safe vault. For once the team wanted to win, but knew they had to cheat their way into getting their chips back and activating the device. Which is where you, a friend of the fimmies and a local spectator enter the game. While eating a delicious burger you were viciously grabbed by Sakura and dragged for you to be in the game. Of course you wanted to play because games are your specialty (but then again you suck at video games). But this wasn't the first offense of you getting in trouble by staff for being on camera. However this one time it'll be allowed as a funny plot twist for this game. Everyone did a secret group meeting in the Bamboo forest while Yunjin was using the restroom.

Chaewon: Zuha, since you're good at hiding you must protect at all times. Sakura you're sacrificing yourself to be a ghost so keep us alert at all times. Eunchae is beating all the games. Y/n, steal all of Yunjin's life chips and if the timer runs out tickle her.

Y/n: Are you crazy?? I can't do that.

Sakura: If we win we'll give you a treat. Just try your best love.

By a strange sound Yunjin was near. To even out the game everyone was going to tickle Yunjin if she asked to give up her chip. Kazuha hid you in one of the ducts, and pretended to walk away so the area can seem empty. She waited for you on the other side of the ducts, where the living room was located. Another chip was nearby the set of wires for their mission. Kazuha grabbed a spare life chip as you gotten a few chips out of the vault to give to the others. Already it was off to a good start, but Sakura's call came on and Kazuha stuffed you back into the duct with you holding the big vault carrying the precious life chips. Already this was off to a bad start but they had the power of tickling and Zuha's good lying skills by her side.

Yunjin: Give me a chip and I won't question this.

Kazuha: Take it off my wrist.

Yunjin stepped into a poke attack, and she was regretting it deeply. A few side tickles and Yunjin was on the floor laughing. But Yunjin wasn't giving up too easily as tagger of the game. Instead this fight wasn't one sided, they were doing a standing up tickle fight in order for Yunjin to get the chip. Kazuha was fighting hard even though she had a chip in her back pocket. But the goal was to get Yunjin tired from the tickling so they can easily win. Unfortunately Yunjin was losing against Kazuha tickling her stomach so she had to move locations. Sakura saw it all and was able to help you out of the ducts and head into the bedroom. Eunchae was hiding from Yunjin in her usual spot, the tiny closet. Kazuha had to drop you off with Eunchae, already she was hating that idea because of how ticklish she is.

Kazuha: Take this life chip if you do lose the tickle battle.

Yunjin: I'm here!

Luckily you were hidden in the bed so Yunjin didn't catch you. Kazuha ran into another location, luckily the place has already engrained familiarity into her mind. Before a slight hesitation Yunjin started to tickle Eunchae in the closet. Eunchae was too ticklish on her neck to do anything. Eunchae has good endurance, however Yunjin can see right thru her main weakness...ticklish palms. Such a small ticklish spot that can tear down such a cute little maknae. All it took was two little fingers sprinting up and down her little palm. Eunchae could handle most things, palm tickles are not one of them.

Eunchae: HEHEHEHEHE FINE! TAKE THE CHIP!

Yunjin: Thank you.

Yunjin went away to find her next target. You heard everything from the closed bed you were in. You were afraid, you soon have to battle her which is going to be way worse than what you've heard now. You and Eunchae ran into the basement, using the blueprint to finish the mission, there was still one left before grabbing the chips into the device. It took no time before the mission was succeeded with Chaewon and Kazuha taking guard. Out of nowhere in complete silence all that stood there was Sakura's loud laughter. Immediately you're on duct duty with Eunchae squished with you. Kazuha was able to hide on time but Chaewon got caught. It took no time to see who was getting control of this tickle fight. Yunjin runs back to the living room and is already on the floor, trembling with fear over Chaewon tickling her.

Yunjin: CHAEWONCHAEWONNONOHAHHAHHAHAHHA

Chaewon: You're not going to get a chip out of me!

Chaewon used her big ler skills to get Yunjin's ticklish hips and ribs. This last for only a second as she doesn't want to waste too much of Yunjin's energy for the finale. After the tickle attack she leaves, she goes into the bathroom where the last mission is held in which Eunchae is helping her. Sakura and Kazuha were guarding the door as well as building confidence for when you tickle Yunjin. It's easy for the major lee Sakura to say it's easy when you're the same level of ticklishness as Eunchae. Kazuha gave you some advice which was to just tackle and try to keep your spots away from her. Reason is she maybe a tough ler but she isn't the strongest. That could work, but still it wasn't enough to ease your fears. There wasn't enough time to freak out, the last mission was done and all that's left was to insert their chips in their devices in each room. Short problem, only five minutes remained before the tagger would win.

Eunchae: There isn't enough time! What are we going to do?

Chaewon: I'll do something, just wait for me. Let's go Y/n.

Chaewon takes your hand and takes you to the secret corners of the hallway rooms to wait. For good luck she gives you a kiss on the cheek, seeing that affection gives you motivation. She opened one of the room, which caught Yunjin's attention on purpose. You took a deep breath, this was much worst than your big fear of stage fright. When she was struggling to unlock the door you surprised her by tickling her sides until she fell. She was confused by the sight of seeing you in the game, but it took no time for you to pin her down and tickle her. You didn't exactly know her ticklish spots, so instead you went for the ticklish spots she tickles you but it was more rougher. The embarrassed look she had of the time ticking and her being tickled bought such revenge in you. All you wanna do is tickle her ticklish tummy forever while saying corny jokes to her.

Y/n: Is this a perfect time to ask why the chicken crossed the road?

Yunjin: SHUT UPHAHAHHAAHAH!

Y/n: I can't, you're too cute.

Such a wholesome cute moment in a place that's causing so much pressure. Like you were teasing her in a room with all red counting down from two minutes. Yunjin was done with the teasing and wanted to wrestle you to the door. She had to play rough, so you did the same. Expect you can do a carbon copy of her tickle tricks right on her. Kazuha was right, she maybe an evil ler but damn her strength lacks. You had her foot stuck on your arm, able to tickle her foot but went for under her knee. Just in this exact moment you realized Yunjin shared the same secret spot with you. And realized that in seconds before doom she's begging like you. Hoping that kisses would soften you, but instead you snuck your hand under her knee and tickled it. She was laughing hysterically, while you were loving every second of it. You added more teases to be extra and tickled her thighs and then squeezing her tummy.

Yunjin: STOPSTOPHAHHAHHAHAGAG YOU'RE GOING TO GET IT!!

Y/n: This is a lesson for being so evil all the time Huh Yunjin.

Even when the five minutes were up, and Yunjin lost the game the adrenaline was still there, running on 50 percent left. Why not end this the same why Yunjin ends her tickle torture with you. A simple kiss on the cheek, then going crazy on her armpits. Her laugh was getting louder to where all the members could hear it. It made them proud that you had such a wild side to attack the biggest ler in their group. After the attacks of every spot that drove Yunjin crazy you're adrenaline was powering off.

Yunjin: PLEASEPLEASEHAHHAHAHA!

Y/n: Alright my cute baby, I'll stop.

You got off of her, as well as helping her up. You went backstage to brush her hair that got tangled from the tickle fight. The treat, besides loads of kisses was your favorite meal. Yunjin was never mad at you destroying her because she would've done the same thing to win. From the footage you two were fighting to the deaths to be the ler, which made the girls proud of you. Especially if none of them would ever be capable enough to do it. You wish there could be a chance to do more tickle games. If so, Eunchae and Kazuha would have to play the part of lers. After making a few jokes everyone got into a food coma, you and Yunjin were the only ones awake. Yunjin was poking you, then you poked her back but nothing major happened. Which made you pout, this was the usual ritual before you get tickles from Yunjin.

Y/n: Are you upset at me? Sorry I got too harsh in tickling you?

Yunjin: Kinda....

Y/n: Sorry, I won't do it again.

She pokes you again, such words shouldn't be said again. She kisses your cheek, knowing that she didn't mean you make you upset. For a few minutes you were sad, but soon you were pretending to get more kisses out of Yunjin. Such a cute glasses and hoodie look makes you shy and crave kisses. Once she said the magic word of soft tickles you were already smiling. She caught on your little act of pretending to be sad. You went on her lap and made sure her hands were set on your tummy. But she didn't do any tickles, instead her mind was thinking of harsh revenge.

#i had this for a couple of days #i thought of deleting it but I'M NOT #kpop tickle #leserrafim #yes i did it based off the one video le serrafim did

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elvenbeard · 2 years ago

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5, 10 & 15 for the OC asks for your V!

Thank you so much for asking!!! :D

5. Do they have a “tell” for when they’re lying?

V is a rather good liar – it’s one of those skills he learned to perfect, more or less, while working for Arasaka. Even before that though he was not too bad at bluffing his way out of tense situations. If you pay close attention though, there’s a few tell-tale signs that may or may not occur all at once when he’s being untruthful: a slight smirk without his eyes also smiling, cocking his eyebrow and shrugging slightly but avoiding to make eye contact, or eye contact that is a little too intense for a moment. It’s small blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moments, but when you know, you’ll notice.

10. What is a weird quality that they have (ie their hands are always cold, they’re always hungry, they snort when they laugh, etc)?

He struggles quite a bit with falling asleep or sleeping through in unfamiliar places, especially when it’s too quiet, or the pillow is too stiff, or the sheets smell weird. He has to be really really exhausted to get some sleep while not at home.

He also has a bad habit of ordering stuff, like, little tech gadgets, pc things, or new cyberware he finds interesting on a whim, and then doesn’t come around to unpacking them for ages. So, there’s just this perpetual pile of unopened or half-opened packages on his desk at all times.

15. Are their greatest flaw and their greatest strength related and in what way? (ie very caring and helpful but a doormat, or very observant and shrewd but often paranoid)

One of his greatest flaws is his distrustfulness. It’s not that he does not want to trust others as such, but being trusting has more often than not turned into being exploited for his trust and loyalty in the end. That’s less a “V” problem, or a general “the people of Night City just suck” problem but more a “the people V surrounded himself with in the past were just a bunch of assholes” problem, but he fails to recognize that for the longest time. As a result though, he has become very guarded and careful about trusting most people too quickly. They really have to show and prove their honest intentions repeatedly before he will begin to open up and confide in someone.

His greatest strength is his perseverance. The world keeps flinging shit at him from all directions it seems. People using him for their own purposes, loved ones dying in awful manners, he having to stand up for what others fucked up repeatedly and always being the one to take the blame. But giving up, just like that, was never an option. Not without putting up a fight first, at the very least. As long as he’s alive, his heart’s still beating, there’s hope, there is a future to look forward to, and he will continue on to chase it.

I think that’s where his flaws and strengths intertwine: it needs work and effort to gain V’s trust, so much so that it’s standing in his own way more often than not and he has to fight many of his worst fights alone. But when you have his loyalty, he’s gonna fight as viciously for you as he does for himself.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk v #corpo v #cyberpunk vp #cyberpunk screenshots #my v #vincent ezaki

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waitingformyfavoritesongs · 1 year ago

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11:09 pmpt 28 may 2023 Sunday

Incubus miñion is talking with someone casually in his room like he’s in a good mood after he inflicted huge pain inside. Big cramps. I don’t know how. I don’t know if he pushed my sphincter wider open to try to damage it. It was horrible. He did it when I was feeling bad about something I did. And I was trying to see if I can talk myself out of writing about it. Makes him look like a s*xist pig by the timing of the pain. A lot of pain seems retaliated for my thoughts like the doctor said in 2017. Which doesn’t bode well for the character of demon angels considering they have a track record of telling men to kidnap and rape children. The demon angels seem like demonic immature men who have big egos and think they can take a few moments of your life and condemn you for something that was said to reflect a personality flaw that might actually be not as bad as being a s*xist pig who makes child rape happen and he justified it by saying it is necessary such as 13 year old girls becoming pregnant. 11:18 pmpt

11:19 pmpt he set up my charger to get broken to make it look like it is my fault it isn’t charging but I know it’s a hacker making it not charge. 11:20 pmpt He pulled it more when he came in. Tummy ache worse than b4. This is death. And he made a huge acid bubble in my throat after the lethal cramp. 11:22 pmpt I wrote b4 my cell phone lost charge that incubus is definitely lying about being my husband so he’s definitely lying about dugard not being raped. I keep picturing theta garrido probably only tapped the sphincter which caused me pain when they did that to me or that mayb they made it completely fold inward (acid throat pain 11:24 pmpt) he’s killing me. He is a dirty liar. All of them. 11:25 pmpt he looks like a thug Bcz that’s what he is. A thug. He organized s*x crimes. Of minors. There’s no stopping them. They do it Bcz it gives them thrills. 11:26 pmpt

11:27 pmpt so the thing I was trying to see if I can talk myself out of writing about and then he decided to viciously torture me: Brandon He dated myla. They went to the other high school. He suddenly became “gay.” I guess after they broke up. She took nude pictures of herself and gave it to a new guy. He somehow got the pictures. And he wrote a webpage basically whore shaming her and if you want he will give copies of the pictures to you. I think that’s what I remembered. He got very upset at me Bcz I inadvertently told her. I thought she knew already and I accidentally told on him. I was supposed to talk him into taking down the webpage but I failed the last time I talked to him on the phone. She wanted me to talk him out of it and said she cared about him. But I chickened out in saying the words. He got very upset with me. He had Bible verses on his aol away messages. 11:32 pmpt

11:49 pm pt I guess they stretched out her sphincter when they tazed her. Bcz she said she lost control of her bladder then. 11:51 pmpt

1:32 am pt it hurts when food comes out of my stomach. It only takes 2 seconds for gas to come out of my *ss. I’m wondering what other news and stuff I should not believe if he wants me to believe that dugard wasn’t really raped. Maybe everything I see then is make believe. 1:36 am pt the destruction of my body is not imaginary. After I wrote everything here do people really believe I deserved to go through this tortured death? I guess they don’t really care and they won’t have to until it happens to them. They will give signs “cut off her legs” until it’s their legs and then they will admit they should have been standing up for me when I’m gone. That’s probably the reality incubus will have to face himself. 1:41 am pt he can go suck on his miñions d*cks including Cano’s. 1:42 am pt his miñion gives signs they bow down to him. Must mean they give heaf when they do that. Bcz even rapists do what he says. That’s bowing down to him right? I’m not going to stop believing in child rape victims. I don’t have any incentive to considering he’s destroyed me and gave me signs that he was borrowing Brendan Lean’s aol account. But it doesn’t matter Bcz he’s getting rid of me. The most tortured way possible. 1;46 am pt

2:04 am pt when you destroyed a little person... it is death . He killed parts of me. 2:06 am pt I don’t think I can have s*x anymore... Bcz he reduced my butt length and did weird stuff to my back. 2:08 am pt

2:11 am pt incubus miñion wants me to believe he knows me even though he looks younger than me. 😞😵🙄 you can never know me. You don’t know anyone. My mind was always manipulated. I did not like drinking water when I was younger and I had dry skin? Eczema. Doctors would tell me to drink more water. There were foods I avoided. I was given periods. Men will never admit the curses demon angels/lords put on females to make us have more difficult lives. Men are demonic. 2:19 am pt

2:23 am pt “Brendan” usually asked me what I was wearing. Once I wore very big grey sweat pants. It was comfortable. And I told him. He liked the idea of loose clothing. 2:25 am pt in 2017 I saw something about the incubus and he repeated that as if he were the same person. It shocked me. 2:26 am pt I keep finding things . No make up on none of that shy sh*t. Quiet girls and coffee.. I couldn’t wear makeup Bcz of my sensitive skin. I read a magazine article that said he doesn’t like shaving, it’s like he really wants to toy with my feelings to get a reaction out of me and then torture me to death. 2:30 am pt

2:57 am pt it doesn’t matter Bcz police are corrupt. He tells everyone not to help me: I’m dying he’s killing me. I’m not a whore to him . 2:58 am pt literally if he was “Brendan”. 2:59 3:06 am pt

3:06 am pt I look like I am dead to him. 3:07 am pt

3:49 am pt they made me ruin my new phone charger. Incubus miñion made my new tooth brushes smell like trash. He also scratched and pricked? My skin all over my back. He won’t leave me alone. He’s a bully. 3:51 am pt

11:34 am pt Monday 29 may 2023 I hate demon angels incubus miñions. I was celibate for years hoping to wait until I found the right man. I was nice to my cousin even though she punched me in the head and killed my ability to work with out difficulty. They condemned me for something my aunt did but I wasn’t allowed to be mad at her and give her a hard time ever. I am punished for embarrassing Nick v./b. And probably Brandon d. I am punished for saying “I love you” to a stranger online I have never met b4 -“Brendan” - who the incubus wanted me to believe he was borrowed the account of Bcz he went there for five towns college and Jane Herman and French woods camp 11:41 am pt. He was there when 9/11/2001 happened and got the dove tattoo that is now covered up a black christanthemum. He doesn’t mean anything he says and whatever he does is an act to save face for the more awful things he does/did. 11:44 am pt I am punished over and over again for a harmless little push on the grass field I did in kindergarten with out malice. “Karma” happened over again in 100000000% (im not counting the zeros) worse ways from the kindergarten push. 11:47 am pt I never seeked to kill anyone in my life b4. Now I’m realizing a lot of people have been trying to kill me. 11:49 am pt a lot of random people came up to me and told me I was pretty but now I don’t know if they were honest... but Nick v/b wanted to have s*x with me and it didn’t seem to matter if he liked me enough to make me his girlfriend. I’m not sure now if that means the attraction was strong but he already knew he wanted someone else . Maybe he knew I was poorer than other girls at school. In middle school I wore some Payless shoes. They have lesser known brands. 11:54 am pt

12:36 pm pt I was nice to Q even though she set me up with Scott. 12:37 pm pt I was nice to Q even though she told me it was my fault for having s*x w/ Scott. Something like that. Trying to remember what she said. 12:38 pm pt. I told her we had s*x. Didn’t label it as rape back then. 12:39 pm pt. I guess maybe she was indirectly calling me a whore and taking advantage of my stupidity? To say it indirectly like that. I was punished for embarrassing Scott by telling people we had s*x. 12:40 pm pt

12:43 pmpt when even you are early 20s sometimes your self esteem is so broken psychologically that you think you can’t keep a guy interested in you unless you give into the s*x, the first and early come ons. You don’t know if you can keep them interested in you even if you try to do things right with them. They still try to suck you into the early s*x and then they tell other people that you are “crazy” and they don’t know what’s wrong with you and they act like it’s purely your fault. Guys only want s*x with you if the incubus tells them that they can have that from you. And the thing is you usually won’t find this out until he takes away you’re fertility and you’ve wasted your life away alone in shame trying not to be a whore. 12:47 pm pt with a lot of unsatisfactory s*x and a lot of self hate and hate from others. 12:48 pm pt I think I have been punished for trying not to be a whore and for having an addiction they built up in me since I was 4 years old with Mickey Mouse plush toy. 12:49 pm pt from being a child of divorce. From being poor. My uncle was rich. But we lived very separate lives except for a few times a year we visited. But later on my dad told me he paid him back for food after each visit. 12:51 pmpt even though he was a teacher of a high school in Oakland living in a studio that was being eaten by termites, originally was a garage converted into a studio by an amateur carpenter the son of the landlord and no garbage service. So he composted and shared with the neighbors cat. He re-used whatever he could b4 throwing away. Composting was simple: dig a hole and put in the scraps. That’s it. He had a little patch/yard of grass. 12:56 pmpt he fixed the bathroom wall eaten by termites by stuffing it with clay. He was afraid of complaining Bcz he was afraid of raised rent. He got a cellphone Bcz the landline was unreliable he said. We used antenna rabbit ears until he could afford cable/dsl? Internet service. He bought a computer in 2001? Bcz he planned to find a girlfriend in a cheaper country and move there. Otherwise he used his typewriter b4 that. He made his own things and wore second hand clothing and didn’t care if he accidentally bleached his clothing and it looked like he didn’t know how to do laundry so his clothing doesn’t become discolored. He got rid of things when he bought something new. He did lesson plans by hand. He complained he was lonely and no woman was interested in dating him in the United States Bcz he wasn’t rich. He lost his first fiancé to a rich man I think. He did art in his spare time. 1:05 pmpt he formerly was able to make tables. 1:06 pmpt

1:09 pmpt my dad stopped making wood tables Bcz he got an accident with a power tool. It partially ripped out his nails. The incubus really has motive to destroy me in every way Bcz he had given me signs that it was likely he is “Brendan.” And he used his incubus powers to rape me. 1:11 pmpt so he’s willing to sacrifice me to show he doesn’t care about me. 1:12 pmpt and if we have kids together that he’s hiding from the world, then he doesn’t want anyone else to have me. So he did fake outs with giving me guys with too short p*nis for a while, and adequate or more than adequate one time each = total of 2 times. But with Scott he numbed me. and he messed with my feelings to make me have to take responsibility for everything and make Scott look innocent in every way. 1:15 pmpt

1:16 pmpt the incubus likes to fake out, Bcz he has a lot to hide. That people would not approve of = ideally ungodly behaviors. So he makes the truth look like lies to keep people guessing. 1:17 pmpt

1:35 pmpt Nick v/b probably called me a 2-face I suspect Bcz I told people about the friends with benefits and he didn’t want people to know. He did not want to talk to me at school b4 classes where people might see. He didn’t want me calling his house but he didn’t want to tell me upfront so he made it look like it was my fault to me after the one time I called his house and his mom picked up. My friend called his house with me beside her. His little brother picked up the phone. I’m guessing he probably made his little brother pick up the phone. She said he had a s*xy voice. He didn’t seem to ask her name. Maybe he had ways of finding out who calls? Maybe he didn’t ask? She asked him who he wanted to date. He said a cheerleader’s name who had white skin light green eyes dark brown hair. My name was never mentioned. So it looks like he didn’t want people to know he was even talking to me online. He always started off online saying he’s h*rny. And when he ejaculated he said bye. There was nothing else to the conversations. 1:45 pmpt the one time he wanted me to write a s*x fantasy I tried to write a picnic lunch date and he complained it’s all wrong. Needs details like “dick in clit” and I think that is when he asked if I could come to his work [Bcz he wanted to make that s*x fantasy come true]. There was no other substance to his conversations. He didn’t want people to know about me. 1:48 pmpt I’m guessing his work usually doesn’t have people coming over from high school. He probably was able to talk people into specific schedules or he relied on the incubus to make it come true. 1:50 pmpt If told Nick I was being tested then he had a lot of reasons to believe that the incubus wasn’t controlling me to make it happen and he probably lied to Nick and said I didn’t really have to go to my dad’s that weekend. I probably could have rescheduled to stay with mom. But I back then I think I usually tried not to rock the boat. If the incubus was really interested in trying me, he probably preferred a Virgin. Autocorrect. 1:55 pmpt

2:07 pmpt for a while I wanted to believe that Nick was just afraid of commitment so he wasn’t as sweet to me as he wanted to be and when I started talking to “Brendan” there were some times that he would come on immediately after Nick logged off line. So I fantasized that Nick was pretending to be “Brendan.” I told a few people including an adult. The adult seemed to not care what I told her I see now. No interventions. She was around my moms age. She did once help me get ready for a dance so maybe I shouldn’t write her off. And then that’s how I found out through my friend there were additional ways to have messenger without the full aol. Aim in 2 different apps. So you can log on with 3 different screen names at once. When I said yes to Nick for the friends with benefits I thought it would get my foot the door to be his girlfriend. 2:13 pmpt Ibroke things off with Nick eventually. I tested “Brendan” to see if he was really Nick by calling him. And I was shocked that he wasn’t Nick when I heard his voice on the phone. 2:14 pmpt

2:15 pmpt a detail I forgot to write above: after some times of seeing “Brendan”’s screen name appear online after Nick logged off, he started showing up at the same time as Nick so I had to find out if there was a way for more than 1 screen name to be online at the same time from the same computer, which turned out to be true, coincidentally? 2:17 pmpt

2:17 pmpt I think this “Brendan” was toying with me! 2:18 pmpt

2:31 pmpt he is probably only wanting to save Brendan Lean. The thought suddenly comes to me now. I guess he wants to make it look like Brendan lean didn’t have the phone s*x and cyber internet s*x with me and that he was only using his account which was I guess why he had his Friendster on full display showing his pictures and disclosing his age.year of the monkey. Gemini. 2:34 pmpt why he controlled my feelings and thoughts so Brendan lean wouldn’t get in trouble for something the incubus used his account for, but Derek v. Would get found out and my mom showing up to the police with his information to verify if it was really him and not a catfish. 2:36 pmpt

2:42 pmpt when I saw Brendan Lean’s information indicating his age to be 5 years older than me I should have reported him. But probably the thoughts of that he broke it off with me, and we didn’t meet up, (and maybe his attractiveness had something to do with it) so it was like he had yet to really follow through with anything bad and maybe he won’t try it again Bcz he’s showing his face and he’s admitting he lied about his age indirectly. 2:45 pmpt I allowed him to almost have a clean slate. 2:46 pmpt so I. Fantasized for many years if we ever would accidentally run into each other. 2:47 serendipity. Like if I went to New York and ran around and tested the fates to see if they really existed and if we were meant to be. 2:47 pmpt

2:48 pmpt Derek was really nice and 99% platonic? Or very much talking with me about anything and didn’t pressure me in anyway to have s*x with him. He even gave me his mom’s phone number so my mom could talk to his mom. 2:50 pmpt but my mom was too scared and thought entire families can be catfish to kidnap minors for anything including prostitution I think was what was in her mind. She always watched the news while eating dinner. 2:51 pmpt

So now I’m guessing and coming to the conclusion that he’s only allowed me to write

2:55 pmpt to save Brendan Lean but not to save myself. But I still am not liking that he was my neighbor in California and that he was probably around when Sierra LaMar went missing. 2:57 pmpt feels like a lot of potential for gas lighting to me. 2:57 pmpt

3:16 pmpt I gave my copy of serendipity to my coworker to borrow. I forced it on her 😓😵 stupidly so she forgot to give it back to me. She took it home and seemed to have forgotten about it. 3:18 pmpt searing hot pain butt

3:38 pmpt if enough exposure to any hormones can change a brain into a man or woman brain is how life is formed, then the brain can be trained and changed with any chemical. Why is my sister acceptable? But I’m not? My sister is very popular and is married and has children? Why are there transgendered people? Bcz demon lord is using us for experiments. 3:41 pmpt tongue hot and acid pain. I’ve read a lot of material and I thought a lot about it. Demon angels are forever biased towards lies Bcz they want justification even if they have to lie . Even if it’s a lie. They intentionally lie to justify. 3:43 pmpt

3:47 pmpt now he’s trying to reintroduce skin color as a personality factor. My skin is white. But maybe it should be browner? Maybe I have completely bleached skin Bcz of demon angels. Vitiligo. 3:49 pmpt I don’t know. Are brains all the same colors? In every human? Even the bottom of black peoples feet are almost like a white persons feet. The whites of the eyes. If you skin is brown are you more silly? Funny? 3:51 pmpt I probably need to review comedians and do a survey. Maybe I’m grumpy bitchy Bcz I have severe vitiligo and I don’t know it. 3:53 pmpt

3:54 pmpt maybe I have bad traits Bcz they’re trying to make me that way since I was little. I did try to be seductive when I was 4 years old. I think that’s too early. Weird. 3:55 pmpt tummy ache.

3:56 pmpt maybe I’m this way Bcz I have been tortured and told I was trash. 3:57 pmpt

4:03 pmpt there are a lot of crazy people so you know that demon lord knows how to make people crazy 4:04 pmpt

4:05 pmpt god is grate beer is good people are crazy. The gods must be crazy that’s a movie. 4:06 pmpt

4:12 pmpt in 2017 my mom was talking as if she was personally friends with Adam Noah Levine and she said he was crazy about me. Sometime after that she had to go to Georgia for work thing conference and her return flight for redirected to Los Angeles and she had to stay in a hotel over night. Toying with me! 4:14 pmpt I think that was the chronology. Maybe it was the other way around. 4:15 pmpt now she has no memory of it.

4:16 pmpt I guess i

4:18 pmpt I’m guessing he has been altering my brain so I feel motivated to commit suicide. So I know that there is no happy ending for me. He’s given all the happy drugs to everyone else. 4:20 pmpt somehow I was nice enough to have s*x with until now. 4:21 pmpt I everything (door slam 4:21 pmpt) if people you tried to be good to steals from you and used you for their own happiness and turns on you, what does that say about them? Nothing? It used to be hard to me to tell someone an insult or criticism or that I didn’t like something. I used to push myself to find a good quality about something and only talk about that. 4:24 pmpt I only told Nick once that he was a pig even though he said hi and bye a bunch of times only to masterbate and try to lure me to have s*x with him. It was a very delayed response. I think other girls are faster. 4:26 pmpt

4:34 pmpt at the end of 2016 they gave me a severe headaches while I watched the voice and yelled at the tv that they are thieves. In I think 2017 and 2018 they stabbed my brain a lot. So I wrapped my head in blankets and scarves thinking the things going in my brain was an evil genius trying to tortur me read my mind and control me. I felt weird feelings all my life. And I think I remember that it was them controlling me forcing me to think and feel the ways that they made today feel too natural n my flesh. When I was a kid they did it to me. Back then I think it didn’t feel natural. But now he’s trying to erase the memory which makes me think he’s guilty of knowing he’s lying of all they’re capable of. Either way I’m ruined. They’re set in their decisions and ways. They’re never going to admit anything straight to the whole world. 4:41 pmpt how does a 4 year old think about being seductive? That unfortunately is my only certain clue. 4:42 pmpt

4:44 pmpt why did the incubus have phone s*x with me? To get me aroused and ready for s*x when he arrived? Why? If my brain is so unacceptable of a person, why talk to me so sweet? I guess it was to make me feel inferior then ? Why from March to end of December? 4:46 pmpt why why why why why why why why why why why why. 4:47 pmpt why not just spend time with the girls you really like? Why put me through torture? Why not let me not be shy 10 years ago and let me expose myself fully? 4:49 pmpt we don’t know when demon lord controls people. 4:49 pmpt

5:18 pmpt I was told banana slugs can change their gender. Why do men have nipples when they don’t make milk? Are nipples on men made by demon lords or demon angels ?

5:23 pmpt was the original god a woman and trying to make men more like women Bcz she thought some guys needed an attitude adjustment? May She had sons and followed in her foot steps and started doing sh*t to women? Idk 🤷🏻‍♀️

5:28 pmpt min ago heart started feeling tight. I don’t know what I am and why I am this why, but I can guess. 5:29 pmpt

5:31 pmpt Bcz he tortured people (searing hot pain in my butt 5:32 pmpt) and he probably had s*x with a lot of different people without liking them. there is artificial insemination, sperm banks, unless it’s all a lie... there are other ways to make women pregnant. Otherwise without surrogates I would see no point. That’s a lot of work for demon angels to do (acid throat pain 5:36 pmpt) so why? What’s the point other than pleasure? Unless all married people are subject to become surrogates at random? 5:39 pmpt

5:45 pmpt if you really don’t care for me to have a nice future I wish you would chop my head off. You desolate me. You don’t care for people to know me. 5:47 pmpt please chop it off. Don’t make me commit suicide. Suicide sounds painful. 5:48 pmpt

5:50 pmpt acid left arm skin hot pain. Mins ago a lot of hot acid in throat pain. They really think I’m trash. I saw a picture of Liza being lifted infront of a garbage can at a baseball field probably in Mexico. 5:52 pmpt I feel like trash. 5:53 pmpt I wish they would show me mercy and numb my whole body and chop off my head. They keep suggesting without words that I should go to the train tracks. They make my bed shake when the train goes by. Behati has an x formed with her arms over her vag. 2017? Instagram picture. Trains have a sign I think with an “x.” ?

6:02 pmpt any little morsel of kind symbolism I find is probably phony for show to save their faces to the public like the Bible. Pretending to save a man like Jesus . it’s all phony. 6:04 pmpt

7:43 pmpt when a 13 year old is forced into pregnancy, 32 year old women are tortured into early menopause. Hypothesis. 7:44 pmpt

7:46 pmpt and Scott knew this already probably b4 he kissed me. I think I remember he did that drawing after making out once or it was probably b4 making out if I’m wrong. 7:47 pmpt Scott’s probably guilty of s*x trafficking minors with cops. 7:47 pmpt and they do it for pleasure. Not to father babies. But they probably do sell women to older men looking to have babies. 7:48 pmpt like in the Taken movie with Liam neeson (spelling?) Bcz he drew the S like it has a big belly. With its feet up in the air and going to fall. 7:49 pmpt

8:33 pmpt while I was trying to eat, the demon lord put the taste of mold on my tongue. 😵😞 having difficulty breathing. My inhalers taste bad too. Tastes like it’s not medicine. 8:35 pmpt Scott probably drew that drawing early July. We were all at Q’s house for a party. Maybe it was the 4th of July? And the s*x happened probably august 6, 2007. 8:36 pmpt there should be a picture on MySpace. 8:37 pmpt

8:38 pmpt for incontinence to happen I think the sphincter is hot (hit 8:48 pmpt)a bunch of times. I think that’s how it happened for me with the incubus magic things. They kept on hitting it. It doesn’t take much but it hurts like hell. 8:39 pmpt

8:56 pmpt after Scott stopped seeing me in 2010 and had bit me on June 15, he seemed to start dating a co-worker who was yet to graduate high school. Months later there was a picture on Facebook with her in Las Vegas. She wanted to go to college there. He had his hand up her T-shirt. 8:59 pmpt her name was Courtney. B4 that she called him mr. big on Facebook. He has a huge long p*nis. I know Bcz I looked at it in the car. He looked like he pampered that thing. The skin was smooth and white. 9 pmpt

9:02 pmpt “Brendan” was in actuality if Brendan lean would have been 20 going on 21 on March 2001 and I was 15 going on 16. If “Brendan” was the incubus he would have been 21 going on 22. In the magazine article about the dove tattoo I think in the sexiest man alive issue 2013 he might have said he was 21 years old when 9/11 happened and he got the dove tattoo. Maybe he botched his own age? Or maybe he got the tattoo b4 9/11/2001? He did say he drove to Ohio oberlin in the fuse? Interview on YouTube. To see “Jane” which was the name of his high school girlfriend. Does he like to confuse us? Intentionally? 9:07 pmpt

Now I’m feeling uncertain about my math I have to save b4 I check. 9:08 pmpt

9:10 pmpt garrido impregnated dugard when she was 13 years old. I once talked to a random guy online who said he could not help trying to have s*x with a 14 year old. I think he was 16 years old is what he told me. How young would cano go if there was no laws holding him back? 9:12 pmpt Sierra LaMar went missing 7 months b4 her 16th birthday and I think I read she quit cheerleading and wore a sharks sweatshirt and her friends called her “fat ass.” I wondered in 2017 if she got pregnant by her secret boyfriend who was probably older? Maybe she wasn’t pregnant but wanted extra time to flirt online which was my reason for not taking art classes sophomore and junior years. But I had Biology sophomore year and physics junior year. 9:16 pmpt some high school students graduate b4 turning 18. I’m not sure but I thought I heard some students could t live in the dorms Bcz they were under 18 years old? In UCB. Acid throat pain. I might look it up. But maybe I misheard something. 9:18 pmpt I don’t know how old Courtney is. 9:18 pmpt but I heard legally now a days of 17 years old it is probably permitted to date someone over 18 years old. 9:19 pmpt

10:34 pmpt I feel like I got a glimpse of myself in the last hour. It feels different from all the other times... but I guess it felt real like the other times... but different. I felt like there was a part of me that would chose money over someone specific. It was a very specific time in my life that was probably 2015. It did come up in my mind. Unfortunately. Even though I it in that situation probably would not have made (hot searing pain left foot 10:37 pmpt) financial sense at the time. My initial motivations was rooted in self shame. And then money became an issue. Bcz I was afraid someone would take advantage of me financially. Like, I was afraid she would drain me dry and I would still be sick probably, from my eczema and head trauma, especially getting punched in October 2011 it looked like I was still affected by it. 10:39 pmpt It made me feel like trash. A low level human being. 10:40 pmpt it made me feel like the incubus is right about me. And that I’m not going to be saved. 10:41 pmpt

10:57 pmpt this don’t seem to matter anymore. I guess anything really goes with god. “Brendan” I think said he had dark brown hair? But I think I remember Brendan lean having black hair in the Friendster picture. Blue green eyes he said. I don’t know if that was photoshopped or if his hair changed colors or he colored his hair. 11 pmpt.. his hair probably changed colors by now and probably in 2015 although I remember in late 2014 or early 2015 I saw a guy with a black soft curly Afro. And his skin was white. It was probably him. 11:02 pmpt searing hot pain butt hip left side.

12:01 am pt I thought boy cats don’t have nipples but girl cats do? I guess god doesn’t care if 13 year olds get pregnant. I guess he prefers it. So a lot of people don’t get in trouble who are rich Bcz they can buy/pay off g*vernm*nt people like c*ps. 12:04 am pt I guess people are really above the law. And I guess it’s always going to be this way. I guess that’s why there’s capitalism. 12:06 am pt. And I have to be resigned to being tortured until I’m buried. There’s a street named tilbury. 12:07 am pt

12:09 am pt I was burned a lot and suffocated a lot. I probably formerly had built up a lot of inner muscles from all the endurance running and exercise going up hills a lot. I was able to do I think a flip in 2017. I jumped onto the couch I think I might have flipped. When I was younger I did weird whole body flips in the ball out of McDonald’s. I used to have very strong control and flexing muscles in my vag. I probably had clicked many hours of being h*rny that I probably had more massive blood flow to the muscles of my vag. I had retained all my muscles still in 2017 since my running days until the torture started. I probably had superior vag tissue. And now it’s gone. 12:14 am pt I was still in good shape in 2017. I could lift many gallons of water at one time. Now it is all gone. Bcz if the torture. Scott felt my legs in 2007 and said I had legs like a stallion. They murdered my calve muscles in the last 6 years. I probably had a much more pleasurable vag than a 14 or 16 year old girl. I imagine most girls haven’t put in the work I had. P.e. Usually doesn’t involve hills. That’s extra when you do sports practice. Starting from age 13 or 14 years old I think is when they just start. Not a lot of blood flow to grow the muscles as much as some one who has clocked more m*sturbation hours. Hypothesis. 12:21 pmpt incubus miñion is pounding on the wall. He says nasty. Yup . I’m not going to disagree with him. He thinks 32 year old women are nasty. 12:22 am pt I had to run miles emote than once a week. Regular p.e. (Throat acid pain 12:23 am pt) you only do half mile or full mile once a week. You don’t get legs like a stallion from that. HARD ASS WORK. 12:24 pmpt I had to run on the streets through the neighborhood. 12:25 am pt he doesn’t care. He prefers I don’t say. Bcz he hates me. They took a lot of vag tissue away from me this week/last week. B4 that they attacked me with acid inside my vag. I guess a lot of people really want me tortured. Especially the guys. And probably some one older who doesn’t want to understand me believes only the worse in me even though what I did was barely anything at all and I didn’t hurt her and I didn’t do what a man does and what I did could have been done accidentally. I believe she called me a sicko for it. And I believe she’s trying to suffocate me with gas fumes of a truck with a man. But maybe she doesn’t care. And she’s only a killer. And likes Scott. And will let him rape anyone he wants. 12:32 pmpt there’s barely anything left of me (vag pain 12:34 am pt )

12:40 am pt a book I read believes that working hard can reform a person and make them good. I don’t know how true it is. Maybe you’re only capable of working hard if you’re a good person? Idk 🤷🏻‍♀️ 12:42 am pt

12:48 am pt I used to be told I looked younger than my age. Some people thought I was 18 years old when I was 30? Years old. I think. 12:49 am pt but I still had problems that I was trying to heal from. 12:49 am pt I even cleaned the bathroom with Clorox back then Bcz I was afraid I had something and I was afraid I was going to pass it on to my cousin. 12:51 am pt

2:20 am pt I think I only started seeing Scott in July of 2007? And then he wanted to have s*x august 2007. And he got it. Without condom without verbal permission. He challenged me when I said I don’t think we should. 2:22 am pt he didn’t ask me, are you in love with me? He didn’t say I’m in love with you. No. This was plain and simple. 2:23 am pt

2:49 am pt I cannot remember anymore but I think it was b4 the s*x when we made out by the forest on the side of the road he put me in a chokehold w/o choking me. I think he was really toying with me. He probably doesn’t care about what happened or how he approached me for anything. He probably believes that it doesn’t matter? A lot of people will say s*x without love is wrong. S*x w/o marriage is wrong. But he seemed to be using those words when he wrote on Facebook “fell for” I think is what he wrote. Giving the impression that he probably confessed love to me in 2007, when he did NOT. We barely know each other. I think it’s crazy that people rush in to marry each other if they haven’t dated for at least 2 years. 2:56 pmpt his own parents I think were pen pals, so I think they probably took their time I’m guessing. 2:57 am pt

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