#picked out the scenes & had the frames all ready and then i was like. actually that's too much work

[strawbeerossi]

Roped In

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: Spencer is a man on the run, a man who you turned in for countless murders. What happens when he shows up at your new home after you’re placed into WITSEC?

Content/Warnings: Dubcon (I’m just putting this just to be safe), mild gore descriptions, blood, restraints, fingering, oral (f receiving)

Word Count: 2.4K

Kinktober Day Five: Bondage

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You never really pictured yourself running away from everything you’d ever known, to pick up and leave without as much as saying a word. Witness Protection changed that for you. You missed your friends, your coworkers, your family.. Spencer hadn’t ever been a violent person before prison. He was sweet, had a smile on his face and a playful gleam in his eye. After being framed for murder and locked up though, it was like something snapped inside of him.

He’d been faced with horrific sights behind bars, not to mention that after tampering with drugs he was supposed to move behind those cement walls, he actually enjoyed hurting the inmates who had fallen prey to the batch. He could feel a warmth flood through his veins, a blood lust clouding his vision.

He’d lost all his previous morals, the oath that he’d taken going down the drain after the first kill. It was a list of offenders who had gotten out of prison early. People like rapists, child abusers, a lot of it. He’d marked himself as an injustice collector. The only reason he got caught? Because of you. You’d walked into a scene you had no business being in. You were supposed to text him before you made it to his apartment, to let him know you were on the way. Instead, you had the bright fucking idea to walk in when he was wrist deep in some rapists intestines.

He fell off the map after that. He tossed his phone, left town, and left absolutely no trace behind. The problem with Spencer Reid becoming a monster similar to the ones he’d spent over a decade hunting down was that he knew how to get away with it. He knew how to avoid Garcia’s tracking, how to live off the grid with strictly cash and keeping his head down. 

However he had connections. Knowing that you were gone and in WITSEC, he knew he’d spend as much time as he needed to find you. After all, this was your fault. All he wanted to do was get rid of the bad men and women who did unspeakable things to the innocent people of the world. He did the prison system a favor. Overcrowding was too common, so why not let a silent helper take care of the issue? Too bad nobody looked at it logically.

He’d spent months searching for you. He’d gone through so many states, so many cities. It was exhausting. The payoff when he saw you though? Oh, it felt fucking good. You’d been relocated to Tennessee, hidden off in the mountains in hopes of hiding from the man who was on the news nationwide.

You foolishly believed you were safe, under a new name and in a new city, it was hard to track you. Besides, Spencer didn’t have the assistance of Penelope anymore, that would be his main factor in finding you. You were safe. Soon the BAU would find Spencer and this nightmare would be over.

Or you thought that to be the case. 

You were getting ready for a night out with a few new friends you’d made over the past few months, actually quite happy with the relocation. You’d gotten a job as an administrative assistant at a paper company, so you were quite content with an office job. It was actually a blessing, you had a good paying job with benefits.

You hadn’t been paying attention to the news within these past two weeks, every outlet in the nation reporting on the search for the dangerous Spencer Reid. You’d vaguely heard a mention in the office, however you weren’t tuned in to hear about your psychopathic ex boyfriend. 

You’d been upstairs in your bathroom when you heard the sound of your door opening and closing, about to call out to your friends before you were stopping dead in your tracks. “Y/N?! I know you’re home!” The familiar voice boomed through the house, causing you to quickly and quietly push the bathroom door shut before locking it. You couldn’t jump from the second floor window, you’d break something and make it even easier for him to hurt you. You didn’t even have time to think of your options whenever you heard the sound of heavy footsteps. “Are we playing hide and seek?” His voice was getting closer, your body doing its best to camouflage behind the sink, however, you weren’t small enough to hide behind the tiny sink. 

The doorknob turned, your heart in your throat. This was it. He was going to kill you, show the BAU that they didn’t help you in the slightest. It could be a taunt, showing that he’d always find you. “Oh, are you hiding in there?! Y/N, my angel, I’m not gonna hurt you.” His voice was dripping with insincerity, fist angrily hitting against the door. “Don’t make me kick it in.” He said in a simple tone, a frown now on his face. 

There were a few moments of silence, something that gave you a false sense of safety. He gave up. You have lived to fight another day. However, you had to cover your mouth with a shaking hand as tears welled up in your eyes when you could hear some shuffling behind the door. You were paralyzed in fear as you watched the door fall soon after, the door falling off the hinges. 

“This is silly. I can’t believe you made me do that!” He huffed, tossing the screwdriver to the side. He’d come prepared with tools hidden in the trunk of the car he’d swiped. “Now, come here..” He gave a faux pout, approaching your cowered frame. You’d made a snap decision to punch him in the face when he was caught off guard, scrambling out of your hiding place before hurrying out of the bathroom. 

You hadn’t gotten far though, all of the screaming for help being useless whenever you felt one hand gripping your waist tight enough to bruise and a hand smacking against your mouth to muffle your screams. “Shut up!” Spencer snapped, using his arm wrapped around your body to lift you. 

Once you were in your room, he didn't waste time to use the rope he’d thrown on your bed to tie your wrists tightly, making you sit on the bed while he was grabbing your phone. “I already texted your friends. They are so sorry that you aren’t feeling well. Don’t worry too much, honey. We will be gone before anyone gets suspicious.” He cooed and cupped your cheek, causing you to flinch.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He sighed, patting your cheek with his hand while pressing a kiss against your forehead. “Sorry that I tied you up so tight. I didn’t trust you as much as I was willing to earlier after you punched me. That’s a killer right hook, by the way. Surprised you didn’t break my nose.” He chuckled. He was acting like this was normal, two people catching up after being apart for a few years.

“What are you planning here?” You’d asked, finally mustering up the courage to speak. “A-are you gonna kill me?” The next question came out much more shaky than the first. “I’m not gonna kill you. I’m here to talk. I know you’re scared because of what you saw but I promise that it was for a good cause.” He breathed. Yes, brutally murdering and disemboweling a man on his living room floor was okay. “You know what that guy did? He was notoriously breaking into women’s houses and raping them. I think we can both agree that he got what was coming to him.”

“He should’ve gone to prison..”

“Just for him to get released again after a few years? It’s a waste of police resources, not to mention everyone’s time.” 

The part of Spencer that used to share the same sentiment as his girlfriend had died a while ago. “Look, just..” He huffed and brought his hands up to roughly tug at his own hair from frustration. “Trust me. You’re okay.”

You were staring at him, the shock wearing off of seeing the man who you assumed would’ve murdered you with no cares in the world. Now you were just confused. You assumed there would be some sort of revenge plot, a fate of suffering. Instead, you watched as he put his hands against your cheeks. “It’s so good to see you.” He spoke softly while running the rough pad of his thumb over your smooth cheek.

“I thought you left the country for a moment there. I searched everywhere. Then I landed here.. Funnily enough, I was giving up.” He hummed while eventually leaning forward to press a few soft pecks against your lips. 

You wanted nothing more than to back away, to run and get help. Instead, your body gave in while your lips were pressing kisses against his lips in return. He’d reeled you back in all over again with little to no effort. Of course.

As the small kisses were escalating, your lips were sloppily slotting along with his as he took the opportunity to try and show you just how much he missed you. “My pretty girl.” His words were sweet like honey as he was pulling away. “Why don’t you let me show you how much I missed you?” The words made you shudder. “P-please do.” You breathed out, unable to help the blush spreading across your cheeks from his gaze. It was like he was a lion in the savannahs and you were a gazelle, peacefully minding your business while he plans to bounce. Plans to eat you alive..

“I’m keeping the ropes where they are, remember that. You have to prove yourself. No matter how much I adore you.” He stated. He couldn’t make any chances. He’d been to prison once and he wasn’t planning on going back anytime soon. You seemed to understand how things were going to go, willingly going along with his plans of keeping you as his.

“Perfect.” He breathed while moving to press one more kiss to your lips. His hands were tugging you to the edge of the bed while he was reaching for your hips, tugging you to the edge of the bed while offering a grin. “Now, just relax.” He cooed, hands now working on the jeans you were wearing for the night before tugging them down your legs with ease. “You had to pick the tightest pants imaginable, didn’t you?” He asked, an eyebrow raising. “I’m not surprised. Although it’s a good thing that I stopped you from going out in these. Didn’t need any obstacles in my way.” He murmured, hands ripping the panties you had on without any care. 

Before you could complain, Spencer had already dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed. His nose nuzzled against your inner thigh as he pressed a few kisses, biting down on the thick flesh as you let out a surprised yelp. His tongue ran over the fresh teeth marks in your skin before the muscle trailed up your inner thigh, a series of goosebumps spread over your flesh. You wanted nothing more than to take him by the back of the head and push his face into your weeping cunt, however the rope tying your hands together didn’t give you the opportunity.

Thankfully, he’d gotten the hint as he left his tongue lick a stripe up your slick slit, a low groan falling from his lips as he finally got just a little bit of a taste of what he was missing. With his hands gripping your supple thighs, he was letting his tongue flick over your throbbing clit, causing a gasp to fall from your lips. “You taste so good, pretty girl. God, I’ve missed you so much.” He whispered against your slick pussy, making you unsure if he was talking to you or your sex. 

His tongue had given a few more licks to your clit before his tongue was teasingly licking around your slit, his nose positioned to bump against your sensitive nub with each movement. “Spencer..” you huffed from frustration, which didn’t seem to deter him.

You’d gotten antsy, wiggling in place in an effort to urge him onward. 

When he’d had enough of the teasing though, he was letting his tongue devour your pussy. He was drinking up any slick arousal that you were willing to give him, fully intoxicated on your essence as the sinful sounds of his slurping noises were filling the room alongside your moans and begs for more.

His hand was moving up your torso before gently pushing your body to lay back against the mattress. His hands came back down as he was letting one finger replace his tongue, a low chuckle leaving his lips as soon as your walls were tightening around the long digit. “Look at this greedy pussy. Take my finger so well.” He groaned, slipping in a second finger while working on your cunt. He didn’t have enough time tonight to fully fuck you, knowing you both had to hit the road soon in order for him to get the hell out of dodge.

However, he was gonna make this count. As his fingers were pistoning into your soppy cunt, he was curling them deep inside of you, causing his fingertips to brush against the spongy button deep inside of you that made a squeal fall from your lips.

“How would you make it without me? God knows that any other guy isn’t gonna know how to make you cum the way that I do. I bet you’ve been thinking about me ever since you left.” He spoke lowly, continuing to fingerfuck your pussy at a quick pace, your velvety walls closing in around the two digits. Judging by the way they were spasming and the way your body was shaking from euphoria, he knew he had you right where he wanted you. “Gonna cum.” You warned, head thrown back against the pillow while your eyes were screwed shut. 

His efforts weren’t letting up, instead surprising you by adding a third finger into the mix as he continued his assault of your leaking cunt. It only took a few strokes of his fingers before your head was tilting back, mouth wide open as you let out a loud moan. Your cum was decorating his hand now, the slick arousal trailing down his hand to his wrist before he was pulling his fingers out of your used pussy. 

“Alright. I’m gonna pack you a bag and then we will get you cleaned up. We need to get out of here as soon as possible.” 

Now you were along for the ride, unable to escape. Although you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t love it.

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[dorims]

I like the way you make me feel (about you, baby).

gif creds @/cassandrahoward

pairing. roman roy x reader

wc. ~700

genre. fluff

just a morning before work with roman roy

tags. NO beta, english isn't my first language // established relationship, roman's low self-esteem makes a very subtle appearance, suggestive (one line), mentions of roman's slutty waist (literally)

a/n. i love him your honor, thats it. i was also gonna add that for some reason i seem to be keen of writing intimate scenes inside bathrooms but that come outs...weirder than it is lol ANYWAY i hope u enjoy !!

“I have a what?”

You could see the furrow of his brows through the mirror. It made you bite back a giggle, hiding the cheeky smile on your lips behind his shoulder.

“A slutty waist.” you mumbled against his work shirt, pulling him tighter against you. It was impossible not to interrupt his morning routine when he wore those shirts and those pants and when he looked way too good for your own good. Which, to be fair, was more often than not. Regardless, there was something about him in the mornings, when his tie laid over his shoulders unknotted and his hair fell over his forehead free of gel. 

“Uh…thanks?” He looked baffled while making eye contact, and you only broke it when he shook his head, your eyes teetering upwards to see his profile. “Between the two of us, I always thought you were the slut but oh well-“

“That's not how it works!” You laughed, slapping his shoulder lightly. He pulled your arms tighter around him gently, missing the pressure around his body when you stepped backwards. 

It felt good for you too. Feeling the warmth of him after fighting your way out under the comforter made up for being woken up at 6 in the morning by his alarm. 

“Well,” interrupting himself as his fingers fought the silk of his tie into a knot. “I don’t want to be the only one that's getting slut-shamed.”

“I didn’t call you a slut, I called your waist slutty.” 

“Oh, so you’re slut-shaming my waist, same difference.” He scoffed, basking in the way you rolled your eyes as you turned his body to face you. 

He wanted to complain as your arms snaked away from his waist but held back once he felt your fingers pick up both ends of his tie. At this point, he wasn’t sure if it was some sort of weaponized incompetence or actual incompetence that didn’t allow him to tie it properly by himself. A mix of both, probably, but you always did it better than him. 

Plus, if he had to access some weird part of his brain, then he’d have to admit he quite liked it when you let it get tighter than usual before loosening it up.

“You say that as if you’ve never slut-shamed me.” You joked, pretending not to notice how he shivered when your fingers grazed his neck as you flipped the collar. 

“I don't slut-shame you, I slut-praise you.” Smirking as if trying to hide the effect you had on him, he quipped back. His attempt fell flat though. He swallowed down hard when you finished the loop of the tie with a gentle yet firm tug before smoothing it out.

“In that case, I’m praising your slutty waist too.” You let your hands trail down his chest until your grip rested on his hips. Gentle as always, your touch felt all too warm. The mushiness of being tired, you supposed. He thought so too as you pulled him closer, “And I’ll keep doing so because I think you’re,” and placed a gentle kiss against his and then hovering, intertwining each word with another. “beautiful and hot and gorgeous and breathtakingly stunning—“

“Oh fuck off, get out of here.” He broke into a bashful smile, cheeks tinted pink as you punctuated your affection with a kiss on his cheek.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty.” You sighed, pushing yourself off him to let him get ready, though not before lingering against the door frame. “I’m gonna make coffee, you want some?”

He chuckled, “You know we have people to do that, right?”

“I know,” you shrugged, “but I enjoy making some for you.”

You didn’t need verbal confirmation from him. Knowing the answer had grown into a pleasant habit, the same way picking the coffee he liked and using the same brand of low-fat milk had. 

You closed the door with a lovesickness unlike any dripping from a smile of your own. And if he had to access an even darker, twisted and weirder part of his brain, as he had done before, he would struggle to admit that the way you cared made him feel awfully warm, like hinting to the despair that gnawed at the back of his head that he wasn’t as unlovable as he thought. 

#roman roy x reader #roman roy x you #roman roy fluff #roman roy #succession #succession fanfiction #roman roy imagine #succession imagine

[mrsshabana]

Patient!Gyutaro x Nurse!Reader - CHAPTER 2

Chapter 1

✦ CW: 18+ MDNI, female reader. Dead dove: do not eat. Non-con, smut, violence, manipulation, mentions of mental illness. ✦ AN: This chapter has disturbing scenes with graphic violence and non-consensual sex. Please read all of the content warnings before continuing.

✦ WC: 1,808

“Good morning Mr.Shabana,” you chime, smiling brightly, bringing a tray with his breakfast into the room.

He stares at you as if he’s seen a ghost, eyes wide, skin pale, breathing at a halt.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling alright?” you ask as you set his food down on the table.

“I-It’s nothin’...” 

“Well, I’ll see you in a few hours Mr.Shabana, feel free to call for me if you need anything in the meantime,” shooting him another kind smile before you exit the room.

His stare drills holes into your back as he watches you leave. He hasn’t felt this annoyed by a new nurse in years. Could it be that you are mocking him?

Pushing his food to the side, he clenches his teeth in frustration. He thought he got rid of you for good. You’re the first nurse that has stayed after he pulled that antic. It always works. But why didn’t it work on you? 

He’ll have to come up with another way to get rid of you.

After the first day with Gyutaro, you vowed to do everything in your power to help him heal his physical and mental wounds. Making sure to be kind, considerate, and paying close attention to his needs. The next few days have been surprisingly pleasant. No outbursts or insults coming from him like they once had before. He still doesn’t talk to you, hell he barely even acknowledges you. But it’s better than being assaulted every time you enter his room. 

Though you still get that gut feeling that you're in danger every time you are around him. Your hair stands on end and your hands get sweaty. But for the sake of doing your job, you ignore the warnings from your body. 

And it seems your persistence is paying off. As your keen eye quickly picked up on some of Gyutaro’s behavior. He only eats pre-packaged food. Why? You have no idea. Might be from some past trauma… maybe you’ll look back into his therapy notes later. 

But it’s quite odd. Every time you bring him his meals, he only eats the pre-packaged foods included in his meal. Usually things like cookies and muffins. He can’t be getting more than 500 calories a day. 

So, you start going out of your way to buy healthier pre-packaged foods for him. Things like canned tuna, beans, and sometimes potato chips from the vending machine. He’ll only eat it if you give it to him unopened. You want to ask him why he eats like this, but you figure he most likely won’t answer. Plus you don’t want to risk setting him off again. 

Your kindness really pisses him off. But he doesn’t hate when you bring him things he’s actually willing to eat. Surprisingly, he doesn’t think much of it. He’s not impressed that you figured out a way to get him to eat, because to him there was no trick. He wasn’t trying to be difficult. It’s just how he is. He won’t eat certain things and he has specific reasons for doing so. However, he isn’t grateful either. He could care less if he starved to death. But it is nice having a full stomach for once. He’s finally starting to feel a bit better, as his strength begins to return. Though, you may soon regret it.

.・゜゜・　♰　・゜゜・．

“Mr. Shabana, are you ready?” You knock on his door and peek inside to see him sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Mm hm,” he nods and stands. His lanky frame towering above you as he follows you out of the room. 

Today is Gyutaro’s hydrotherapy session, recommended to be given once every two weeks by his doctor. 

And since Gyutaro has been deemed to be a danger to himself, he must be supervised during the session.

You can feel him staring at you as he follows you to the sauna room. You swear his gaze is so spiteful that it causes you physical pain. Every part of your body is screaming at you as you unlock the door and open it for him. But surely you’re just overreacting right? It’s been over a week now with no incident at all. You finally feel as though you are making progress with him, and you aren’t willing to let go of that progress just because of a gut instinct. 

“Alright, remove your clothes and I’ll start the bath,” you say as you walk over to the hydrotherapy tub.

He doesn’t respond, but you hear shuffling behind you. Assuming that he’s getting himself ready, you get on your knees and adjust the temperature of the bath. Watching as the water slowly rises and steam fills the room. 

Dipping a finger into the water to check the temperature, it feels pleasantly hot. 

“There we go,” you smile, “Your bath is ready Mr.Sha-” You begin to turn around but in the blink of an eye your face is engulfed in heat. It all happens so fast, you don’t register what’s going on.

All you know is you can’t breathe, and it’s too hot. 

Holding on to the edge of the tub, you try to push yourself up and out of the water. But a strong grip on your neck is preventing you from doing so. 

You finally begin to realize the gravity of the situation when you feel Gyutaro’s body pressed up against you. He keeps his hand firmly grasped around the back of your neck, holding your head under the water. And with his other hand he roughly lifts up your skirt and pulls down your panties.

“Stop strugglin’ or else I’ll break your fuckin’ neck,” Gyutaro growls under his breath. 

Not only does he hate you because he finds your kindness incredibly annoying, but he also hates you because of how horny you make him. Seeing you in that short skirt every damn day. He gets hard every time you enter his room, and his throbbing cock becomes so persistent that he has to jerk himself off or else he’ll be in a bad mood the entire day.

How dare you tease him like this. Well he’ll show you. 

He’ll get to kill two birds with one stone. Satisfying the aching in his pants, and getting rid of you for good. There’s no way you’ll stay after this.

Cackling, he pumps his cock a few times, readying himself at your entrance.

“This is what you get for always teasin’ me…” he grunts as he forcefully shoves his cock inside of you. It takes a few thrusts to bully himself fully inside, as you aren’t wet at all. 

You feel like you’re being ripped in half, it stings and burns as he forces his thick cock into your tight hole. 

Water fills your mouth as you scream under the water. You panic, and use all of the strength you have left flailing your arms behind you, trying to push him away. But he’s too strong, and he’s between your legs so you can't kick him either. 

“Stop it, slut” he shouts, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. 

After a few thrusts, you start to get a little wet. Not enough to make this comfortable for you, but enough that he’s able to plunge easier into you. 

Having been in an Asylum for so long, he’s never had the pleasure of sex before. And even though it’s something he’s fantasized about many times, he never could have imagined how good it’d feel. The way your pussy tightly clenches around him, he feels like he’s already getting close. 

Your face begins to lose color, and you stop struggling. The abuse on your pussy is dulled by the pounding in your skull. 

Gyutaro notices you’re beginning to lose consciousness. He really doesn’t care about you but if you died now, he’d never be able to fuck you again. And he’s already getting addicted to the feeling of being inside of you… it’d be such a shame if this was the only time he’d be able to use you.

He reluctantly pulls out of you, grabbing you by the hair and pulling your head out of the water. 

Instantly you cough up a bunch of water and gasp for air. A devilish grin spreads across his face as he watches you struggle to breathe. 

Water and saliva drips down your chin as you open your watery eyes. Your vision is blurry but you can make out his erect cock throbbing in front of you. No wonder it hurt so much, not only is he long but quite girthy as well. Decorated with black spots and large veins, there’s a ring of blood at its base.

He grabs your chin and forces you to look up at him, “Well since you so kindly opened your mouth for me…” he grabs the base of his cock and forces you to take him into your mouth, “Might as well put it to good use.”

You cough and choke as he thrusts into your mouth, his leaking tip ramming against the back of your throat. Digging your nails into his thighs, trying to push him away to no avail. 

You hate to admit it, but you much rather have him abusing your throat than your pussy. But it doesn’t help that you’re still struggling to gasp for oxygen. Your lungs burn but you try your best to calm down and breath through your nose while you endure the torture. 

It doesn’t take long before you feel his cock twitch and his thrusts get sloppy. Just wanting this to be over as quickly as possible, you suck as fervently as you can. Twirling your tongue around his tip, taking him as deep as you can. 

“F-fuck…” he moans, cock twitching as he coats your throat in hot sticky cum. He tightly grips your hair as he rides out his high. 

Tears roll down your cheeks as you swallow his cum, not daring to look up at him. It tastes foul, salty, and bitter. It’s thick as it slowly slides down your throat.

He hisses as he pulls out of your mouth. A long string of saliva connecting from your swollen lips to the tip of his cock. 

He stands up and looks down at you. Grinning as a deep chuckle rumbles in his chest. You can’t help but cry under his gaze, feeling completely humiliated and ruined. So disgusted with your own body that you don’t even feel like yourself anymore. 

“Pathetic whore,” he spits, his saliva landing on your cheek. Grinning in satisfaction as he pulls up his pants and puts his shirt back on. 

Without another word he walks out of the room, the heavy metal doors slamming behind him. Leaving you gasping for air on the floor, sore and bleeding from his abuse. 

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[my-writings-and-musings]

Who's ready for some more Earthspark appreciation and Bumblebee simping?

Here's a favorite moment of mine regarding Bee being an absolute badass in episode 18, because I adore how his capacity to be a dork is only matched by his ability to take names.

Spoilers under the cut below, plus a criminal amount of Bumblebee thirst!

So we get RIGHT into it with Bee in the arena, looking pretty worn down already but possibly more determined than we've ever seen him. It's a pretty big shock after his absence for the past few episodes to say the least!!

He takes a nasty hit to the jaw, yet recovers swiftly, putting his defenses back up even when it's clear he's not doing so good. You can see him forcing himself to focus through the pain and it breaks my heart every time because MY BOY

But then you get a look at who he's fighting, and everything gets so much worse. Brawl is easily a third taller and at least twice as heavily built, complete with some built in weapons that would only take one solid hit to end the entire fight. It very quickly becomes apparent this is a fight of strength versus speed, but neither side is especially lacking in either.

Bumblebee dodges effectively, narrowly missing some MAJOR hits while getting in a few of his own, and actually proves strong enough to hold both of Brawl's fists at bay. You can see he's struggling, but if not for a well aimed headbutt from the bigger bot he might have held him off!

They exchange more hits, with Bee landing quite a few out of sheer athleticism (if someone could GIF these scenes I'd be eternally grateful because pics do NOT do them justice) before he's hurled to the ground and Brawl makes it VERY clear this is a fight to the finish. Bee reacts accordingly.

After dodging a number of near stabbings, he transforms and utilizes his altmode, taking out one of Brawl's legs before transforming back and trying to make use of his Stinger... which he remembers (and we learn) far too late has been disabled. This gives Brawl enough of an opening to grab Bee and CRACK HIM OVER HIS KNEE LIKE HE'S FREAKING BANE. But does that stop our boy?! Not for more than a few seconds, and he picks himself up JUST in time to stop what would have been a possibly fatal hit.

Then, after enduring all that damage and exhaustion, he manages to end the fight by HURLING BRAWL OVER HIS HEAD AND CRACKING HIM DOWN ON THE CEMENT LIKE HOW???!?!!

There's no sense of victory though, just Brawl getting hauled away and Bee looking utterly exhausted, his frame seizing up before he collapses from it all... You can tell he's had a rough go of it after having to leave, and the expression he makes when Brawl is hauled off just hammers in the tragedy. He doesn't want to fight any of these bots! Which sucks even more, because his only immediate reward for surviving this fight is to endure another.

Look at him I know he's three times my height but I need to COMFORT HIM

Thankfully he's reunited with the Maltos, and after enduring even MORE suffering, complete with a shattered arm and nearly having the literal life drained out of him, what does our Scout need more than anything?

A nap.

Sleep tight my beautiful prince.

I think of this scene frequently, can you tell? I definitely didn't have a great time watching Bee display a ridiculous amount of athletic prowess or anything, just, you know, appreciating a good character on a good show... Because this may be my favorite Bee and my favorite piece of Transformers media, and the bar is HIGH.

Please feel free to share your Bee thoughts, I have accepted I simply can't get enough, and my inbox is fully open for Earthspark requests.

#transformers #maccadam #earthspark #transformers earthspark #transformers: earthspark #tf earthspark #tfe #tfes #earthspark bumblebee #bumblebee #tf earthspark spoilers #tfe spoilers #es spoilers #earthspark spoilers #spoilers #bumblebee thirst

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

please write nashlibby hcs 😭🙏🙏

libbynash head canons

omg yessss! i absolutely love them. they actually own my heart in every way possible. not proof read like all of my posts.

they love stroking each other's hair. nash will lay his head on her lap or chest whilst she plays with his hair, and libby will either sit between his legs or rest her head on his chest.

libby loves cups with little quotes on them. she drinks her coffee in them every morning. nash will buy her some with like "best girlfriend ever" written on them.

nash wakes up so much earlier than libby does. he'll just lie there and watch her bc he thinks she looks really peaceful.

libby taught (or is trying to) him how to bake his favorite cupcakes, but he prefers it when she makes him pastries (especially for his birthday)

when they have things to do that day and can't sleep in, nash will bring her a coffee and sometimes even breakfast to their room for her to eat while getting ready or in bed.

nash loves picking out libby's clothes in the morning. he'll go into their huge closet, and pick out his/her favorite pieces and place them on the bed. (libby loves to do this too but never wakes up early enough to do it for him)

they literally never take showers alone. they love just being close to each other and washing each others hair and stuff.

nash and libby love trying out new restaurants. they know all of the best places.

libby got a job at the bar he works out and they both bartend (i also think at some point, nash would get his own bar)

their wedding was very small, quiet, and untraditional. like libby wore a black dress, there was not father walking her down the aisle, no garter, only like 30 people max (i would even say less) etc..

nash got libby her own motorcycle bc she thought it was really cool. they go on rides together pretty much everyday.

they love stargazing. once a week, they'll head to this empty field close to the mansion and bring blankets and picnic foods. they'll lie in each other's arms cuddled up in warm blankets. libby knows all of the constellations and will point some out and explain to nash what they are (they may or may not sometimes have a little bit of fun iykyk)

nash gets her to read all of his romance books bc they both love it. (nash purposely gives her ones with smut, so that he can later recreate those scenes with her, and, after, libby will be like 'that was from (insert book name)' and he'll be like yeah)

they are suckers for forehead kisses. that is they're thing. they do it when they wake up, when saying goodbye, literally all of the time.

libby had a very hard time with emotional and physical intimacy (not talking about s*x, just like cuddling and stuff) when they first got together bc of fucking drake. nash was very understanding and took it very slow. he'd always congratulate her when she did smth that he knew made her nervous.

they so have matching cowboy hats and boots.

nash fake proposed during love story at the eras tour (bc they were already engaged) and libby almost fainted.

libby's outfit was lover era themed and nash's was debut themed (but libby had a debut cowboy hat and nash had some hearts drawn on his face representing the lover era and stuff)

they also swayed to lover.

i made a post about this but nash loves dirty talk and praising his gf...

they post about the other on their instas all the time (they don't tell the fans anything personal (like that they got engaged and stuff. they're very secretive). they just post cute little pics of each other with captions like "loml")

after the bachelor party in tbh, jamie sent libby the video of nash twerking. she took a screenshot of one part where his ass was in the air and framed it (she also made it her phone background pic)

nash loves carrying her bridal style

whilst nash calls her darlin' and sweetheart, she calls him idiot and my little bastard

nash helps her dye her hair all the time. they always make huge messes in the bathroom. hair dye ends up everywhere. (they also tried dying nash's hair blue once)

nash loves matching her current hair color by giving himself highlights of the same color. for example, if libby has pink hair, he'll give himself pink highlights.

libby will call him god sometimes bc in tig she went 'i think he might be god' after they first spoke. she now says it as some kind of inside joke with nash (nash doesn't get it though so the joke is very one-sided)

libby's chokers drive him absolutely crazy (@catapparently)

they have a special ring tone for each other

libby loves stealing his flannels and wearing them out or even to sleep

nash snores a lot. libby basically has to push him off of the bed to get him to stop

nash loves being the little spoon when they cuddle in bed.

#the inheritance games #nash hawthorne #libby grambs #libbynash #grayson hawthorne #avery grambs #jameson hawthorne

[crowleyholmes]

Flaming Sword Foreshadowing

Last night I was peacefully editing my video just vibing having a good time when I skipped over a scene that had confused me for a while and it struck me like lightning that it HAS to be foreshadowing because WHY ELSE would they have shot it that way????

And I have to add I'm relatively new to the fandom so I'm sure this has come up many many MANY times but to be fair I've spent the last few weeks basically living in the tags and the meta and I while I've seen the theory once in a piece of fanart, I haven't seen connections to this scene so I figured I might as well share my thoughts in case there are any other new fans like me out there who will appreciate (aka absolutely hate) it!

So one of my absolutely favorite theories is that Crowley used to be Lucifer, yes? I have many reasons why I believe this, maybe I'll make another post all about that, but for now let's just roll with it.

Okay so Aziraphale has a flaming sword. Which (I think, don't quote me on this, I'm not religious and don't know much about it at all, most of what I know comes from art and/or just general knowledge) in the Bible, is used by Michael (who is the supreme Archangel), who stabs Lucifer with it as they throw him from Heaven down to Hell, right?

And at first I wasn't too worried about that because like. Aziraphale isn't Michael. Michael, in Good Omens, neither has a flaming sword nor is the supreme archangel.

BUT NOW. At the end of season 2, who is about to become supreme archangel, taking the position that Michael has in the Bible, and owns the weapon that Michael has in the Bible?? Yeah.

So even upon this realization I was like nahhh idk it's. A fun theory but there's SO many other ways things could happen I'm overthinking this for sure.

But then I noticed this scene again with this theory in mind and WHY DID THEY SHOOT IT LIKE THIS here look I made some gifs to illustrate:

Aziraphale is standing over Crowley, sword raised as if he's going to attack him, and Crowley looks up at him TERRIFIED.

Now, I realize there are explanations for all of this, but let me elaborate on my thoughts one by one.

WHY did they make Aziraphale pick up the sword in the first place? There is NO reason for him to hold it, I mean I GUESS he's afraid of Satan, who is about to pop up for a visit, but - what's Aziraphale going to do about it, right? He's just one small low/ish-ranking angel, and the way Satan is portrayed in this show, I doubt the sword would make much of a dent in him. So, okay, perhaps Aziraphale picked it up simply to have Something, Some kind of weapon ready to feel a Little bit safer, but STILL - why pick it up one second before he turns to Crowley, why not sooner, then? And why raise it AT CROWLEY in the way that he does, when what he says to him has nothing to do with the sword at all? He would NEVER want to actually hurt Crowley. And the way this shot is framed, the way the sword is so prominent and threatening, I just don't think they did this only for comedic value (in juxtaposing the threat of the sword with "I'll never speak to you again"). He also briefly looks at the sword right after "I'll -", almost as if he's actually considering it. (OR as if he's thinking "why the hell am I holding this and why am I holding it like this, Crowley's going to think I'm going to stab him?!" which was what I WAS THINKING.) But, again, Aziraphale would NEVER point a weapon at Crowley or threaten him in any serious way - centuries ago/millenia ago, maybe, but not for a long time now, under no circumstances, not the way they are now.

Another question I have is WHY did they make Crowley fall to his knees? Sure, the earth is shaking, everybody is quite wobbly, but Crowley is so sure-footed usually, I find it hard to believe that he would fall when even Newt manages to stay on his feet (no offense Newt, I love you). But okay, I guess, maybe they wanted to show how desperate Crowley was? Visualize him giving up? I can't really argue with that one, but in combination with Everything Else, it just seems like they put them in these exact positions WAY too intentionally.

I just know that this scene is going to come back to haunt us, it will happen again but with a very different, very serious threat from (a possibly/probably memory-wiped) Aziraphale, an actually FLAMING flaming sword, and an even more desperate and terrified Crowley.

Bonus:

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens meta #good omens theory #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable partners #mine #gomens #gomens2

[bengiyo]

Cooking Crush Ep 11 Stray Thoughts

Last week was one of my favorite episodes of the season, because it focused on the drama between the friend trio. We delved into how important they are to each other, and their boyfriends (or soon to be (hopefully) boyfriends) supported them. I'm still thinking about the narrative of their dish. Ten got clarity from Prem after punching Chang Ma's nasty ass out, and Fire has promised to come out publicly when Dy wins.

Pang is a real one for recognizing a double date and getting out of the way.

"Put some meat in." Fire, he absolutely will.

Hell yeah, Ten! Show off your boyfriend.

Get you a squad that will cheer for your happiness like this.

Dish 11: Or...The Three Must-Eat-eers Will Only Be a Name

I love Dynamite so much. He said, "Girl, dish," and then immediately got jealous of the PDA and ran for his boyfriend. Some people think it's annoying to have a partner tell you exactly how to please them. Could never be me.

Oh no. The Internet is clowning them. Don't read the comments, boys!

Look at Ten. He got worried about a piece of information he found. He asked for clarity immediately. He got it. He moved on. He is the best man we've ever had.

I'm loving Boyfriends Era for them.

Wait why are they in the school kitchen? Didn't we get into trouble for being here before?

Nevermind. There's the security guard. This got so silly.

In the school kitchen??? Boys!

"It has to happen sooner or later," is the exact energy I expected from Dy.

He kicked my boy across the room!! I see the mom will be our final boss for them, because staying in the closet physically injured Dy there.

Now, Ten, don't leave that sticky note at your house like that!

Of course the bullies posted the punch on socials. Hateful.

Terrible, Ten's dad was right that Ten caused problems for Prem.

Dynamite and Fire are so fun to watch at this point. "Fy, I got slammed hard. I need to be hugged."

Oh, I like this A-B framing of the doc separate from the rest of the group.

Gun is beautiful, and we should have him smile with the whole squad backing him more often.

I love Dynamite so much. "Learn from them, Fy." "Of course."

This producer is like Masks Off and called them lame! Hold the fuck up! There are multiple posts picking at the dad scene but we don't want to cut her for this rude behavior? Priorities!

I'm actually enjoying the drama of this for Ten and Prem. Prem needs to be able to stand up to criticism if he's going to be a popular chef, and Ten needs to reckon with his own stubbornness if he's going to be a good doctor and partner. He gets all riled up about his dad, but he thinks he knows best about everything.

Oh no, Gun is crying. My weakness.

I like that Changma and Ten praised Prem for the same things. That's a good use of a second lead.

Hey, I like Changma also publicly owning his complicity in this bullshit.

I love these three so much as a friend group. I'm glad we have a good baseline for the rest of the year.

Goddamn this practice is not going great, guys.

For a second I hoped that Metha would show up to help Samsee.

Look at my boys go!!

The staff at this place is so bad at keeping the audience out of the show. You'd think they'd have done that after Ten interrupted the first time. Still, I love my boy Fire going public on TV like this.

Just gonna point out that the show remembered the dad laid hands on Ten earlier.

I really like the end of this episode. Yes, let's face that problem immediately;

Wow, we didn't have an episode 11 breakup. This was excellent. Ten and Prem tackled multiple crises this episode with open communication and mutual support. Dynamite and Fire are thriving and taking cues from their friends. Both friend groups are starting to blend. Our boys came together in the face of public scrutiny and pushed themselves to a new level. I'm having a great time. I love that we have three clear final hurdles: The Bully Gang Food War, Ten's Dad and the Scamming, Fire's Overbearing Mother. I'm so ready! The squad is together and we can take on anything!

Regarding the discussion around the dad that @lurkingshan has continued, I think we're fixating on a single moment in a single scene way too much. The show is aware of the dad's hypocrisy, and is using it to force Ten to reckon with himself. He does not care about his dad like that. They didn't forget that he struck Ten, because they brought it up as they set him up as one of our final problems to overcome. I won't be moralizing over that anymore. It's good drama inline with what we should be used to.

#Ben watches #cooking crush #cooking crush the series #thai bl #bl series

[woeswrites]

Just A VHS Tape

Stu convinces his darling that it isn’t gay to masturbate together.

Pairing: yan!Stu Macher x male!Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, Sexual Situation, Dub-con/Non-con, Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Frotteurism, Overstimulation, Ownership Kink, etc. 

Word count: 3.5k

Notes: Don’t be surprised if a series comes out with Stu and Billy. I honestly can’t get enough of these guys.

Stu tapped your shoulder, excitement was evident in the expression on his face. “Listen, man, I’ve got an idea!” He scooted closer to you, now hogging the cushion further. “Let’s watch something.” His eyebrows wiggled as he grinned ear to ear.

“What are you talking about?” You eyed him questionably.

“I’ll be back,” He abruptly stood, ready to pounce out of the room before seemingly remembering something. He turned and pointed right at you “Don’t you go nowhere.” The lanky form hurried away into another room. You were able to hear the muffled sound of rummaging coming from the hallway. 

“Ahah!” Stu yelled loud enough for the echo to make its way to you. Quickly he came bumbling back to the couch. He kept his back turned as he began to kneel and fiddle with the VHS player. He tossed the casing carelessly aside, managing to drop it onto the coffee table.

“What the hell is this?” Y/n gawked at the sight in front of him, picking up what Stu had previously discarded.

“Oh, nothing-” Stu giggled “Just a little something I stole from my Dad”

“Bubble Blondes 3?” Y/n quirked his brow.

“So, whatcha think?” Stu gestures to the box. “Pretty hot huh?” The cover contained a total of three topless girls with bad dye jobs. 

You couldn't believe what you were seeing. Stu had always been a bit of a troublemaker, but stealing from his own father was new for him. You looked at him, a mix of shock and uneasiness written on your face, but he didn't seem to care.

"Relax, dude. It's just a VHS tape," he said, finally getting the player to work. "And trust me, this is gonna be worth it."

He hit play and the screen flickered to life. At first, all you saw was static. But then, an image began to form. 

Your eyes widened in disbelief. You had heard of porn before, of course, but you had never actually seen it. And now here you were, watching it with your best friend. The screen flickered a little bit before finally revealing a freeze frame of a cheaply decorated bedroom where three blonde women were already getting intimate with each other. It was clear someone had played this before.

The last thing you wanted to do was watch a cheap porno with your sleazy friend. However, as you opened your mouth to decline his offer, Stu interrupted with a mischievous grin. "Come on, man," he says, nudging your arm with his elbow. "Don't be such a prude. It'll be fun, I promise." 

You let out a sigh, looking around before continuing “But, isn’t that like... gay?” As soon as the words left your lips a blush rushed to your cheeks.

Stu chuckled, shaking his head. "No, man. It's not gay. It's just porn. It's not like we're doing anything with each other." He paused before adding, "Unless you want to." He joked, patting your shoulder. The attempt at comforting added to your uncomfortableness but you pretended it didn’t bother you. Keeping up your composure you rolled your eyes. 

”God, you’re so immature...” You knew deep down Stu wouldn’t take no for an answer. He was always the one getting you into reckless shit. Reluctantly, you grab the remote and start the movie. The scene began unfolding as the picture was brought to life. The moans and groans coming from the TV made your skin crawl, and you could feel Stu's eyes on you. It’s like he was waiting for a reaction. You tried to focus on anything else, but as the scenes on the screen grew more and more explicit, you found yourself getting increasingly (and begrudgingly) turned on. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to hide your growing arousal from Stu. But he noticed anyway, his lips curling into a sly grin.

"You like that, huh?" he teased, gesturing towards the screen. "I knew you would." You blushed once again, feeling embarrassed at all the attention. Despite your discomfort, you couldn't seem to look away. You were transfixed by the screen, completely consumed by the raw, overt sexuality that was unfolding in front of you. The girls on the screen were beautiful, with perky breasts and tight, toned bodies. Their moans were like music to your ears, and you found yourself getting lost in the moment.

The bulge in your pants grew even more, becoming almost painful. Stu seemed to sense your arousal, and he leaned closer to you on the couch. "You know," he whispered, his breath hot on your ear. "You can take it out." You turned to him, wide-eyed. 

"What do you mean?" you asked, a mix of emotions taking over you. Of course, you wanted to take care of things, but in front of Stu?

"I mean," Stu said, his voice low. "I’m not gonna look. And it’s just you and me. Billy left an hour ago." Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you felt a sudden rush of heat between your legs. It was definitely a tempting offer, but the whole thing felt all too intimate.

Looking back up at the screen, one of the girls spread herself for the camera. You felt your cock throb harder, and your hand made its way down to your pants. Stu followed your gaze until his eyes met your hand. "Fuck yeah, man," he whispered. "Get yourself off." He moved back, giving you more room to work.

"No way," you said in a harsh whisper. "I mean...I can’t. It's one thing to watch this with you, but jerking off in front of you?" "C'mon, man," Stu said, his eyes turning back to the TV. "You’re not going to make me go first are you?" A small, defeated sigh leaves your lips. The sight of the naked girls onscreen didn’t help your aching dick any. You shut your eyes in defeat, taking a deep breath before you slid your hand down towards your belt. The buckle slipped off surprisingly easily and your whole body felt hot once you had unbuttoned and zippered the pair of jeans you had on.

You were already hard, so your member sprung out at once. It was red and engorged. You knew exactly what to do, but it was different than ever before. This time, you had an audience.

  The touch of your hand on your stiff member sent shivers down your spine. Looking back over at Stu, he was still focused on the TV, so you felt a little better about jerking off in front of him. Your eyes lingered back on the screen as you began to run your hand up and down your shaft. The moans from the girls filling the air and the image of their tits bouncing was almost too much for you to handle. A wave of pleasure rolled over you and you let out a soft exhale. The sound caught Stu's attention and he looked back over at you. Your eyes locked, and you could almost see something in his eyes. The darkness of the room ensured that you couldn’t quite understand what it was before he quickly adverted his eyes back to the display. You felt yourself blush hard. There was no mistaking that he had seen it. Hopefully, this would all be over soon.

It didn’t take long before the sound of another belt being undone broke through the continuous gasps and moans. Stu had finally decided to join in. 

You looked over at him as he pulled his cock out of his pants. It was half-hard, resting against his stomach. He looked up at you as you started to slow your pace of stroking your own. He shoots you a sly grin. "What?" he asked, watching curiously as you continued to work on yourself albeit a lot less in comparison to before. "Don’t tell me you’ve really never jacked off with another guy before."

"No," you responded, your voice almost a whisper as you paused to adjust yourself. "I haven't.”

  "Well," he said with a smirk, "better late than never, right?"

You let out a small laugh. "That's one way to put it." The sight of Stu's hard-on made you acutely aware of the fact that you were jerking off in front of another guy. The moans from the TV in the background and the sound of Stu's hand on his own member just made you harder. The latter of the two surprised you quite a bit. Maybe you were a little bit of a voyeurist... 

You looked back over at Stu, who was again watching you instead of the VHS tape he had been so excited about. You felt a lump in your throat as you both met each other’s gaze. You tried to lighten to mood with a joke "So, I guess you like to watch boys then, huh?"

"What do you mean?" Stu asked, his hand stilled. If you weren’t mistaken a red hue was now covering his face. But that could just be from being all worked up.

"Nothing," you said, refusing to let yourself continue to be distracted by the conversation. "Just... keep going." Stu shrugged, seemingly turning back to the screen and resuming the activity he had been doing before with all the chillness in the world. You felt a little bad for bringing it up, but the silence was sort of awkward. 

In no time you were back to stroking yourself at a steady pace, your eyes going back and forth between the screen and Stu who, despite what he had promised earlier, was definitely glancing over at your actions. You didn’t say anything, though. 

The pace of your hand and Stu's were going almost in sync now. The moans coming from the TV were getting louder and more consistent, and the idea that you were going to cum in front of another guy for the first time scared you a little bit. Too caught up in your thoughts you almost didn’t realize the hand that placed itself on your stretched thigh. You paused your actions immediately, completely in awe at the inappropriate contact. Stu looked up at you, his eyes glazed over. "Is something wrong?" he asked, his other hand still steadily working his own shaft.

"No," you said, your voice almost cracking. You cleared your throat. "I was just... you know, getting into it." Stu nodded, his hand still on your leg. You couldn’t tell if he was being playful or if there was an element of seriousness to the whole thing. You were about to ask him when suddenly the moans from the TV grew louder and higher pitched, echoing throughout the room. One of the girls was obviously cumming. In the heat of the moment, you forgot all about Stu's hand on your thigh. That was until his hand stretched out further and met the base of your shaft. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Your voice sounded almost squeaky as you yelled out the words.

“Come on man, I just wanted to help you out a little.” He rolled his eyes, acting as if this wasn’t a big deal. “It’s clear you’re not all that experienced. Don’t make it weird man.”

Maybe it was the beer, or maybe it was all the blood flowing downwards. Whatever it was, you actually felt yourself give into his logic as your hand joined his in applying pressure to your member. It was nice, having someone else sort of share in the pleasure for once. Your grip on your member tightened a bit, your other hand gripping the cushion. Stu held his own hand in place, his forearm brushing against yours as you moved together. His grip was slow, but firm. It was a lot different than your own.  

  It wasn’t long before you felt a familiar sensation build up in the pit of your stomach. It was a feeling you had multiple times before, but you had never experienced it whilst jerking off in front of another guy.

You knew it was just a matter of time. The moans from the TV were echoed by Stu and you. You both sped up your pace, the sounds and the feeling were all too much. It was so overwhelming. The precum coated your dick as you felt your stomach start to tie itself into a knot. “I’m- I’m going to-”

“Go ahead.” Stu’s voice was raspy as he leaned against you. “Let it all go.”

Those words were it before you were over. Cum shot out of your tip as you twitched uncontrollably. The white substance landed all over your stomach and jeans, but most importantly Stu’s hand. As you both came to a halt you tried to calm down. The high you had just felt was stronger than ever before. Maybe it was nice to do this sort of thing with your pals. Before you could convince yourself of that Stu used his non cum covered hand to tilt your chin in his direction. Though you were indeed done, Stu was still as hard as ever. You gulp after making eye contact with it, quickly looking back up at your best friend. 

“I helped you. Now it’s your turn.” Your face turned bright red.

“What?” you uttered, still trying to catch your breath.

“You heard me.” He pouted. “Look man, I’m dying here. I just need something to help finish me off. I’ll do most of the work. You just have to trust me.” Your eyes were wide as he spoke. “You can do that right?” There was really no choice for you in this situation. He did you a favor, now you owe him. You were just hoping that the exchange wouldn’t be too bad.

Without much effort, Stu lifted you up and plopped you back down onto the couch cushion, but instead of facing the TV, you were now pointing right in his direction. He quickly followed suit, sitting right in front of you. “What are we about to do?” Your voice trembled a little as you spoke, but you tried to ease it.

“Nothing bad, trust me, just skootch a little closer for me.” You listened, using your arms to push you farther toward his body. You were practically on his lap, so close you could reach out and touch any part of his body. Just what Stu had wanted. Before you could oppose Stu grabbed ahold of both of your shafts and placed them together. They stood back to back with his great big hands encircling the pair. You wanted to pull back but his grasp was firm as he positioned the two of you. “Are you ready?” You looked down, not sure how to feel with another man’s genitalia touching your own. Stu looked down at you impatiently and you spoke up.

“Uh- sure. Just, please be quick.” Stuart didn’t waste any time. As soon as you gave him the go-ahead he thrust against your shaft, turning his hand into a makeshift pussy, your penis an extension. 

Stu was a lot more confident in his actions than you would have originally thought. He was moving so fast and you had no time to react or even think about what was going on. You tried to keep your attention elsewhere, staring right at the TV as he gripped the two shafts. But it was hard not to pay the movements any mind. It was clear he was desperate to cum. His thrusts were fast and hard, yours were minimal, only really there for additional support.

“Oh shit this feels great.” He moaned, his face showing no shame. You were trying to ignore him, but it was so hard. This all felt so wrong. Sure, Stu said this was normal, but it definitely didn’t feel it. For god’s sake, you were getting off to the feeling of another guy jerking you off.

The combination of the alcohol, the sounds from the television, and the actions of your friend were too much for your overstimulated body. You began to feel another wave coming over you. Stu needed to stop, you couldn’t take this.

“Stu, please, I-I can’t. Too much” Your cock was throbbing hard, soaking up every movement Stuart took part in. You opened your eyes to have his staring directly back into yours almost as if he didn’t hear you. If anything his pace quickened. 

He was going so fast now, pushing himself down against your shaft. The sensation of your two organs grinding together was unbearable. You tried to push him off, but he held tight with his hand. Not only that but eventually Stu’s other hand joined in, latching onto your balls.

One last time you tried to escape, but it was pointless. He was too strong. All you could do was hope that your orgasm didn’t end up being too painful. Steadily you tried to push him away, but he wasn’t moving. You could tell your cum shot was fast approaching. Not only that, but as your cock twitched Stu’s grip only tightened. It was too much. He was going way too fast and you were close to the edge. You felt the pleasure start to rush over your cock. As if it was a cue, Stu let out another moan. “God you feel so good.” He began mumbling to himself as his movements became more and more sloppy. 

The movie on the TV had long since been abandoned. Cheesy end credits music played in the background as Stu worked the two of you. He leaned forward, his large torso covering yours as he laid his head in the crook of your neck. The mumbling became significantly easier to decipher at the closer proximity.

“Mine. Mine. Mine. All Mine.” He repeated and repeated as he approached climax. There was little you could do besides sit back as he took care of things. As the fire in you began to enflame once again you felt Stu’s cock twitch against yours. You were both about cum. "So Close-" You could clearly hear Stu's voice echo in your ear. Instead of feeling him slow down, he only sped up, working his hips in a blur. This lasted for a while before Stu finally slowed down. With one last forceful jerk, your orgasm shot out, covering the both of you in white semen. 

“That’s it. That’s it.” It was as if that’s all it took for him to come undone. You couldn’t help but stare as his tip pulsed in front of you. You could’ve sworn he had more to cum than anyone ever could. 

“Holy shit.” He breathed, his hand seemingly not ready to let go. As the two of you sat in that same position for what seemed like forever, you could feel his cum dribble down both of your shafts and onto the couch. He was now just as exhausted as you were, gasping for air. He leaned his head over, resting it on your shoulder. You could feel the sweat from his wet hair mingle with the already sticky mess underneath you. It felt like you were being glued to the couch, unable to move. Maybe that was what he was trying to do, lock you in place, so you couldn’t run.

You shook off his head before scooting off and away from his lap. Your legs were uneasy as you stood but you needed to get ahold of yourself.  “What? Why?’ He asked as he got up from the couch.

  “We shouldn’t have done that.” You were freaking out, quickly tucking yourself back into your boxers. “Nobody can find out about this.” Stu grabbed your hand, stopping you from completely buttoning back up your stained jeans.

“Calm down man, nothing even really happened.” His face had this calm look to it but you could tell he was on edge.

You were still nervous, thoughts of guilt and self-criticism still running through your mind. You tried to keep your composure, but it wasn’t really working. You slapped his hand away and finished redoing your pants. “Dammit, Stu!” You grumbled.

“Dude, chill. No one’s gonna know- besides even if they did it’s not like anything weird happened.” Stu was still just as confident as he was a moment ago. That was probably because he was high on his own cum. 

“Not anything weird? That’s total bullshit!” You weren’t sure if there was any truth to what he was saying, but you weren’t willing to blindly listen to him any longer. His expression turned into a more agitated one.

“Why are you getting so worked up?”

“WE BASICALLY JUST DID IT MAN!” You were fed up. You couldn’t help but yell. Stuart’s face flushed red but he was quick to retort, grabbing your shoulders to keep you from moving any further away from him.

Stu’s face fell, his eyes darkening with anger. “What do you mean? We just did what any friends do. You’re not going to tell anyone, are you?”

You stopped and answered meekly “Well, no...”

”Then what’s the problem (Y/N)?”

You shook your head frantically. “We just shouldn’t have done that Stu... Look, I have to go,” you said abruptly, pulling away from him and heading towards the door.

Stu watched you go with a mixture of longing and frustration on his face. As the door closed behind you, he let out a deep sigh and sank back onto the couch. This wasn’t over yet - not by a long shot. Especially now that he had finally got a taste of you.

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[footballffbarbiex]

Player: Tyrone Mings Words: 1456 (whoops. but I did try to set the scene) Request: Tyrone Mings | no pref | 500 - 900 | She makes his wish come true by saying yes to his unexpected proposal.

Tyrone has gone over his plan to the point where it’s ingrained in his mind so much that it’s as natural to him now as reciting his name. And yet, he feels unnaturally nervous about actually going through with it. Not because he doesn’t want to, because this is the one thing that he’s been more sure of than anything else in his life, but because he’s terrified that she might not feel the same way. 

He’s had the ring picked out and purchased now for months. He’d considered all locations before deciding that she would hate a public proposal so that ruled out restaurants and the like. He’d considered proposing on the beach to her, something small with candles and just the two of them - they didn’t need someone else there to take pictures of the moment, they’d share their own. Besides, suddenly taking someone else along for this would seem a little odd unless they all went as a group but even so, Tyrone believed that it should be a private, intimate moment where the only people who needed to be there were those in the relationship.

She’d sent off for pictures of them to be enlarged and printed, pictures ranging throughout their relationship, and they’d arrived today fully framed. They looked good he had to admit and as he’d hung them where she’d marked out, he knew she’d love them. Some were in colour, others in black and white. The contrast between the two sets as they hung on the wall was perfect. Not only would she now walk into the home and feel good about her choices and how they looked, her first real stamp on their house since she moved in with him, but this should hopefully be the start of a lot of happiness for the evening. 

He had purchased some tall candle lanterns and dotted them throughout the hallway, leading to the large living area where he intended to be waiting for her. She always sent him her live location when leaving work, just in case he needed anything from the store and he could see where she was before calling and finding out she’d already passed it and wasn’t going to go back. This gave him time to light the scentless candles to set the scene. Her favourite scented candles were already lit, burning sporadically throughout the home to ensure that each area smelt beautiful. 

He’s dressed smart casual. Too casual didn’t feel right and he didn’t want to be kneeling in a tuxedo because he thought that would be too cheesy; even if it would earn him a giggle or two. 

He’s in the middle of adjusting some of the tableware, truly wanting everything to be perfect, when his phone chimes with a text alerting him that her live location was now sent and she was on her way. With dinner cooking and almost ready, there wasn’t much else to do but to wait now on nervous hands. 

Tyrone ensures that the lights are low and that the Christmas lights are on - including the bannister garlands - to create a beautiful atmosphere. Now that she’s on her way, he decides now is the right time to also light the remaining candles and also take his position where he hopes that she’ll find him. he’d debated setting up a playlist though that also hadn’t felt right but now he waits in the room in silence with nothing but his thoughts and nerves, it all feels a little overwhelming.

He flits between feeling excited to feeling nauseous. his stomach will not settle and every so often, it will switch between fluttering with nerves and threatening to empty its contents. He’s hoping the latter doesn’t happen during a crucial moment tonight. 

Tyrone is about to start adjusting something else in the room when the sound of a car pulling up distracts him from trying to distract himself. He’s surprised he can hear the key hitting the lock and the sound of the handle being worked over the sound of the pounding in his ears from his heart. He pictures her standing in the doorway taking in the sight and wondering what has changed since she left this morning besides the blatantly obvious. She’d left a home looking Christmassy and walked into something that resembled if Christmas and Valentines had a baby together. There's the sound of fabrics being unzipped, moved around and ultimately being hung up. 

There’s footsteps in the hallway now, footsteps can be heard moving down towards him which then pause, presumably, where Tyrone has put the photos up. 

He hears her soft, “oh,” as she takes it all in and pictures the way she’d step forward to look at it a little better. He pictures the way she’d almost touch the glass, her fingers desperately to trace over the details. He wishes desperately that he could see her face, wishes that he could see if she’d made the right call or not. In his opinion, she absolutely did but that initial reaction would be everything. 

“These look amazing, baby.” She calls out, her voice carrying throughout the home. “Thank you for putting them up.” He loved that she always addressed the things that he did in the house. Not that she should have to or spoon feed him compliments for the most basic of things but she never failed to notice that he had taken some of the work weight from her shoulders and pulled his own. With a final tap to his pocket to ensure the small box was still there, Tyrone - shakily - gets down on one knee and waits. 

“And those candles are a beautiful touch. We’d have to move them when we have the…” he’d heard her voice progressing closer to him as she headed his way but passing the doorway and backtracking to make sure that she was seeing what she thought she’d seen had caused her to trail off. “If this is a joke, it’s a cruel one.” She says, words sounding too heavy to really be spoken. 

“It’s not.” He tries to laugh it off but it sounds false. It sounds strained. He could curse his voice for betraying him like this. “I’ve thought of all the ways to do this and all the places to get down on one knee. But if I know you like I think I do, then this is the most perfect spot. That’s not to say that you don’t deserve somewhere fancy, because you do, but I didn’t think you’d want this to be a public spectacle. I’m getting distracted.” He takes a deep breath and wipes the palms of his hands on his trousers before pushing his hand into his pocket. 

She watches with an expression that Tyrone has never seen before on her face and he can’t work out if she’s as nervous as he is or if he’s mortified that he’s even asking. Neither thoughts are calming his nerves. 

“If it’s a no, just stop me right now before I make an absolute fool out of myself please.”

“Keep going,” she chokes out, hoping that he doesn’t see the way her hands are shaking at the realisation that this is really happening. 

His fingers close around the box and with a trembling hand, he brings it back out of his pocket. He hopes she doesn’t notice the small tremors as he holds it out, fingers poised perfectly to try and flip the lid to reveal it as he asks the question. 

“I love you. I don’t always say or do the right things, and I’m probably not going to have the right words to say right now which are romantic enough or really tell you how much I love you or how much I’ve thought about how we’d spend the rest of our lives together. The scenarios in my head that have formed pushed me to buy this ring. Pushed me to agonise over how to do this and how to say a sentence that’s very simple but nerve wracking to say. But I love you enough to say it. So. Will you marry me?” 

She tries to open her mouth to speak but no words are ready to come out. They remain lodged in her throat behind the lump that’s forming and until she can finally say the “yes” that Tyrone is dying to hear, she nods continuously. 

“Are you sure because you can say no if you wa-” he’s cut off as she closes the gap and flings herself onto him, knocking the two of them to the floor as she straddles his waist and covers his face with kisses before she settles for his lips. 

“It’s a yes Tryone. Yes.”

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[colourstreakgryffin]

Hello helloooo!

May I request dad!Douma being made to sit through Disney Princess marathons while also being made a guest in his demon daughter’s tea party? :D

Papa Douma do whatever he must for his baby girl! So let’s do this! I missed Dad! Douma!

Douma- Grand Party

“Daddy! Want some more?” You chirp happily as Douma nods, presenting the empty glittery pink tea cup to you as you pour imaginary liquid into the plastic ceramic with excited hops. For you and only you, his precious little ice princess, Douma has been practicing his imaginary play-along skills and he has found himself cuddled up to fit at a very small wooden table with his precious babygirl, listening to Frozen go on for you

A normal father should hate hearing Disney movies play all day but not Douma, he actually likes each one you want to watch and loves performing all the known songs, plus the infamous ‘Let It Go’ from Frozen for you with a luxurious show of pretty ice statues and trinkles of snow rain to make you feel like you’re apart of the scene. Hearing you laugh and seeing you smile further fuels that new sense of life, love and purpose Douma never had before

Douma hums excited and pleased with your party hosting skills, bringing the fake liquid up to his lips and loudly sipping as to show you that he is enjoying the party you set up for him. Sure, there’s no dead body parts of attractive women or a very fancy silky table sheet but he doesn’t need such treatment to enjoy his time with his precious daughter

You whine sadly, bringing down your cup when you see the dark credits roll. The movie is over already and it made you frown, ah, you won’t be sad for long as Douma politely places his ‘empty’ toy cup and shifts past the delicately organised table to meet the tv screen. Picking out the next movie from the huge stack besides the metal frame, he was quick to switch out Frozen for Mulan

As your very touchy, affectionate father. Douma does everything to make your day perfect, that includes working his brainwashed servants to exhaustion to gather as many Disney movies as possible to present to you. He doesn’t care if his cult members suffer immensely, they’ll be at peace soon by his own claws in one way or another. They must please his daughter and thankfully, he didn’t have to get himself dirty before coming to the party

The classic warning signs and other boring movie ads played on the previously black screen whilst you clapped your free hands together cheerfully and let Douma take them in his much larger palms. He sat down before you, going back to apple-sauce crisscrossing on the floor childishly. Douma is actually childish and playful so being able to play with a child is not as hard as suspected

“Sir Daddy, the cake is ready~” You chime in a playful professional tone when Douma presses play on the Mulan title screen to start up the sixth Disney movie of the early day and the signature Disney opening music begins purring through the air. Douma smiled happily, showing off his clean snowy fangs through his toothy grin. His claws picked at the napkin sat on his toy plate as he picks it up and places it on his lap, his hands folding over as to be respectful to you

In no time, you pulled out a cute wooden replica of a stereotypical party cake from the toy oven sat besides you. Douma eagerly picked up the plastic cutlery wrapped up in a napkin, like the way you saw restaurants handle placing cutlery, as you played cutting the slices of the cake after pulling the fluffy adhesive spot off each other so it became four equal slices

“Is it strawberry? Ooh! How about cherry! Cherry is Daddy’s favourite!”

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[shintin]

Forget Me Not: Chapter 36 (Run)

↳ Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Description: Having fallen into this world, you were forced to shed blood to survive. But what about when you get tired, when you think the blood on your hands won’t wash off and give up because you have nothing to lose?

Yep, you were there, at rock bottom, rolling in the deep.

Then, there came a day when life gave you a new chance to live, laugh, and love, or so she thought.

Genre: heavy angst, sad love story, maybe tragedy, violence, lonely hearts, broken souls, +18.

Tags/Warnings: nothing but angst.

Song Recommendation: Love in the dark- Adele

Chapter index -> Next Chapter

Year: 2019

An hourglass.

She was an hourglass. Years had collapsed and buried her from the inside out. Her legs felt full of sand and stapled together, her mind brimming with grains of indecision, undone choices, and impatient as time passed from her body. The clock's little hand struck her with one, two, three, and four. Whispering hello, get up, stand up, it's time to wake up, wake up…

"Wake up! Wake up, Y/N!"

A sharp intake of breath and her eyes flew open, her skin breaking into a sudden, cold sweat, somehow staring into the brown eyes that seemed to know too much, too well. He was leaning over her, his worried eyes inspecting her, his hand caught in the air as if he was about to shake her shoulder, but he had hesitated.

"What are you doing?" She didn't recognize her own raucous, panicked voice, as if she hadn't spoken for days.

"You were screaming in your sleep." He jerked back but was still staring, unblinking, chest rising and falling.

"Who are you?"

Slowly, her hand sought a sharp edge beneath her pillow, but there was no knife. What? She dripped panic everywhere. Her hand clenched, and her eyes quickly looked for a way out. Apart from these light and clear eyes, blonde hair, with a strange, friendly smile, the room seemed familiar.

"Who am i?" said the man. "I’m a friend."

She glanced at him and tried to sit up, but suddenly the world vanished in and out of her focus, shades of grey glistening like frames on stilts, erratic movements.

"Don't rush. You're a bit late, but we have some time left." He talked like he knew her, like they were close once. It felt insane.

"Do I know you?"

"Yes."

Her heart leaped. The simplicity of his answer strangled her mind, digging for the truth.

"I’m Kento. Kento Nanami.”

The name scratched an old wound, but it didn't bleed. It didn't make sense. What was wrong with her? Why was the whole thing upsetting her?

Her head was a piece of pavement, and she was being trampled to death. She had no clue where they were. She knew nothing about Kento. Wait! Kento was Satoru's friend. Satoru knew him. Satoru. Her Satoru. Satoru, who left her alone and killed her brothers.

The wound opened up, and she remembered bleeding all over her gown, kneeling on the floor, and collapsing in a puddle of her own blood. There were hands… the hands that caught her and the scene that her eyes picked up for the last time—the corpses of her brothers. The heavyweight, which was lifted off her shoulders for a few seconds, landed twice as heavy, and because she was not ready, she was crushed underneath.

She sat up and tried to move, but she was off-balance, unsteady. Kento got up to get hold of her, but his hands stopped in the air. She clung to the bed frame, breathing fast, hands shaking.

"Take it easy." One swift appraisal was all he needed to know that she was not well. In fact, she looked terrible. Thinner than ever, with dark circles under her eyes. Tired and weak, but she was alive. She was breathing.

He lifted his head in her direction but stared at a spot directly behind her. His voice was soft when he spoke, "You look better today," he said. His gaze carefully avoided her bandaged hand.

She felt Kento's gaze like an actual weight against her chest, but she chose to study the careful bandage stretched tight across the palm of her hand because she had too much of anger to look up at his face.

As far as her memory helped, she had only injured her palm, but now her entire left hand was bound in gauze. Wait! Didn't she attempt to remove the bandage this morning?

She narrowed her eyes, opened it carefully and, as opposed to this morning, felt no pain.

Her wound had been healed, but it left a scar. Her finger moved across the scar, wondering how many more miseries she had to bear before things finally came into place. If they ever would.

She pulled herself into a seated position, looking around, thinking about the time she was transferred from the infirmary to this room…

Ah, a headache!

She had to close her eyes to steady the dizziness, but couldn’t stop herself from questioning: Was it all a dream? She did’t kiss Satoru, right?

She touched her lip, and somehow, she could still feel him. If she focused, she could relive the exact moment it happened; the moment was so intense that she could never forget it.

She distracted herself with the carpet laid out on the floor. Her voice sounded tiny when she asked, "Where is he?"

Kento sighed, running a hand through his hair and gripping the back of his neck. "I'm not sure. I haven't seen him lately."

"He was in the fucking infirmary this morning!" she told him, anger and rage rising within her. She stumbled on her feet. Her legs were unsteady. She nodded and didn't know why, but she seemed incapable of stopping. She wanted to walk to the door, find him and—

"Where do you think you're going? What's wrong?"

She spun around. She looked mutinous. "What's wrong? Oh, like you don't know?"

He took a step back and reminded himself that this girl could probably kill him with her bare hands if she wanted to.

"You have already kept so much from me," she said, feeling her strength faltering.

"I swear I never meant to hurt you," he said.  

She studied his face and analyzed his patient, earnest tone. She remembered this morning; it must have been this morning because she could still remember his face, lips, and tender touch. He probably carried her here, tucked her in bed. It must have been him.

But when she glanced at her body, she realized she was wearing different clothes from her vague memory and wondered who had changed them.

"You were unconscious for two weeks, and you were always here, in your room. You only spent a few hours in the infirmary after you blacked out from the blood loss," he said, standing in front of her.

"What?" she said the word, but her lips made no sound. She was numb in some sense. Blinking and seeing nothing. “I was unconscious for two weeks?”

He looked at her, studied her. She seemed almost about carved from stone, motionless in the midst of chaos. She stared into the door with an impossible-to-read gaze. But he needed no supernatural ability to know what she was thinking.

"We need to talk, Y/N."

She closed her eyes, and her lips parted in quiet terror. It's been ages since she was haunted like this. She suddenly caught a chill. Her hands started shaking, or maybe it was her bones. Kento guided her to her bed, and she followed mechanically, so slowly, her mind still fuzzy. She was vaguely aware that he might be saying something, but she was shivering, and the words were beyond her reach.

She leaned back against the bedboard, welcoming the cold and the pain of the metal digging into her spine. She pulled her knees towards her chest and felt her feet pressing into the warm mattress.

Her gaze rested on him for a moment, cataloging his tense shoulders and disheveled hair.

"Talk," she managed to say and exhaled quietly, slowly. They hadn't spoken to each other since they returned from the wedding.

Secrets are like poison. Any fool can spit out poison, but we choose to store these painful treasures in our hearts. Swallow them every day and forcefully keep them inside. These secrets stay in place, get heavier, and fester. After a while, the only option left is to crush the heart that holds them. Kento had grown tired of secrets.

He sighed, then moved the chair so he could sit by her bed. "There are things you don't know."

"No way!”

He was surprised at her sarcasm. He hesitated, exhaled, and dragged his hand across his mouth and chin to the back of his neck. "I have no idea where to start."

Her brain was screaming at her to put cotton in her ears and tell him to stop talking. But, "Start from the beginning," she said, amazed she could bring herself to speak. She had never seen him this way before and sadly, had no way of finding out what he wanted to say. He clasped his hands together so tightly she thought he might accidentally break his own fingers.

And then, finally, slowly, he spoke. “When you turned yourself in last year, you received the death penalty. You were going to be executed."

She thought the emotional implosion of that night had ended, but much had happened since then. It shocked her to think how much she had changed over the last year. She felt like a completely different person.

"I know."

"But Satoru became involved," he said. "And he stopped your sentence."

"To piss his dad. Don’t forget this little detail!" She scoffed. Disappointment lodged in her throat, a cold stone she was unable to swallow.

Without paying attention to her interruption, he continued, "And he fed Higher Ups some bullshtit to convince them that your alive is worth more than your corpse. But they never agreed. They believed you weren't easy to deal with, that you deliberately wanted to get into school because you had an interest here, even though they never mentioned what you might be looking for."

Even if she didn't want to react to this admission, she felt something growing inside her, like his words sank into her and expanded in her chest. The blood started flowing through her veins. "Wait! I thought you all knew my brothers, cursed wombs, were in school, and you hid it from me!

"No." He shook his head. "We suspected that you came here because of Sukuna, so we all thought that he was the one you were interested in. So, to save Yuji, Satoru wanted to know the purpose of reviving a 1000-year-old curse. He used his trump card and said he would make a binding vow with you. As you know, binding vows are contracts between two or more individuals bounded by the cursed energy. Both parties have to come to an agreement on a particular set of mutually beneficial conditions. Punishment for violating a binding vow with others is considered death. So you can tell there was a lot of opposition to his decision, but he forced them to accept."

There was a snake in her throat, searching its way to her heart. "That's really interesting," she said, "Sorry I couldn't be as helpful as you hoped! Is that why you kept it a secret from me? Did you know about it?"

"I know about what?"

"YUJI!"

Her sharp tone was so unpredicted, it forced his mind to focus. He met her eyes to find she was staring straight through him, with both hurt and anger.

"Yes."

"And you hid it from me," said she. "All this time, you knew he was my brother, and you didn't tell me? How do you think of yourselves as my friend?”

She sought an answer in his face, but there was none. Every memory, every belief, everything she thought she knew about Kento was sinking in. She enveloped herself with her arms, her lips trembling.

"When you had the chance to make a binding vow with the strongest sorcerer, you chose Yuji's life over yours. Indeed it was suspicious. You were a goddamned wanted fugitive! We figured you were after Sukuna or that you knew Yuji was your brother.”

"Who is this we you're talking about? Don't you know me?" she said, obviously on edge. "Satoru couldn’t save me from everyone who thirsted for my blood. I didn't know Yuji. I had no idea who he was. I felt a strange closeness with him! That's it! And I knew Satoru was the one who could protect this kid!" she paused and looked away. It seemed strange when her lips uttered his name. "I didn't want Satoru to die, not because of his stupid binding vow for me, but for anything else," she said and clenched her blanket and dug out her nails.

I cared so deeply about Satoru, was the thing she didn't say. That the wounded boy inside him deserved happiness was what she kept to herself.

It hurt her that she could not bring herself to feel the other way about him despite her anger. Yes, he was there for her when no one else was; he gave her hope when she needed it the most; he loved her when nobody else did. But it was he who ruined her life and left permanent marks.

But what good was it to shout out these facts when the pain would not be healed?

Kento understood the heaviness of the situation. So he settled in silence, realizing how important this friendship and Y/N was to him. He raised his head and saw how a single tear escaped down the side of her face, but she wiped it with the back of her hand.

The sight was heartbreaking.

"Kento," she called, her voice worn out from the weight of so much pain. "Why do you recall all these things? What any of this has to do with me?"

"All of this has to do with you and that binding vow," he said, finally meeting her eyes.

"How?"

"You're a half-curse, half-human." He swallowed. He was looking in his hands when he said, "Curses are created when the cursed energy is leaking from humans because of their negative emotions. Half of you is a curse, yet your human part suffers when the negative energy is attracted to you. The same happens when you touch the sorcerers since they do not emit negative energy. But what happens to the positive energy? Don't you think it could be a torment to your curse side?”

The revelation was like a thunderclap. She sat there, staring at him, stunned. She tried to stay calm even as her mind caught fire. Why had she never thought of that?

"You mean positive energy is bad for me as much as negative one???"

He nodded.

The reality of what he was saying spread like poison in the pit of her stomach.

"So you're saying this is a lose-lose situation?"

He shook his head. "You used all the negative energy you absorbed to build a special grade out of yourself. Then you healed yourself with positive energy. This is how you survived for years, Y/N, and you will continue to do so."

"I survived???" Her voice broke. "You have no idea, Kento. You have no idea because you don't even know the whole story. I had to hide from people my whole life!" Her breath hitched. "I let my humanity loose to stay alive! And you call this surviving?"

“But you have learned to conceal yourself from the cursed energy of humans. Your human part has grown as powerful as your cursed part. You were in the balance until—" He didn't continue.

"Oh, God!" She pressed her palm onto her mouth.

A shock of pain tried to reach her, to get around her new cold heart, and she managed to fight the worst. Even so, a brick of something hot and awful plunged into her chest.

"Even with your new skills, you can't hide from the positive or negative energies transmitted by touch. When I, Shoko or Ijichi touched you all this time, it wasn't just our negative energies that hurt you. Our positive energy also plagued you."

 She stood up, confused and horrified. She was unable to shape words, unable to speak.

“Satoru alone was able to touch you without hurting you. He was an exception. Have you ever wondered why?" he asked.

Her mind was working fast, trying to solve an impossible equation, and a crazy theory took root inside of her, crystalizing in a way she had never thought it could.

It was a simple question, but she couldn't stop shaking her head.

"Stop," she said. "No, please don't do this to me," she begged, but Kento didn't listen. He said she needed to know by now, and she should know the truth.

"STOP TELLING ME THIS," she screamed.

"It was the binding vow," he said.

Another wave of shock, another unforeseen detonation that imploded within her.

BOOM

There it was. There was her head, lying on the floor, cracked right open, her brain spilling out in every direction, and she couldn't, she didn't… She was standing there, struck, slightly dizzy.

Horrified.

Satoru was not immune to her. He could only touch her because of that binding vow.

BOOM

She was numb, a world of nothingness; all her feelings and emotions were gone forever. She was a whisper that never was.

It was like the world had been knocked off its axis, like she had been flung from the earth and she had headed directly for the sun, like she was being burned alive and somehow, she could still hear Kento, even as her skin melted inward, as her mind turned inside-out. Everything she had ever known and thought to be true about who she was and what she was, vanished.

"Y/N," he called her name. "You already knew about this, didn't you?" he questioned.

"Please don't say anymore. Please don't say anything else," she pleaded.

“He told you that your love for him could be a side effect of your vow of loyalty toward him, but you ignored him. You knew him very well, but you never asked yourself how a person who never had a relationship suddenly fell in love."

She should have known it couldn't have been that easy, that it couldn't have been so simple. It Looked like nobody ever thought Y/N's immunity from his touch was a happy coincidence. As if everybody already knew that she was not someone to fall in love with and that there had to be a mistake. Of course, they thought it had to be bigger than that, more specific than that. While she always wanted to believe, she just got lucky. 

Her heart must be bleeding out of her chest. She looked down and couldn't understand why there was no blood on her clothes when the pain in her heart felt so real.

"I'm not judging you, Y/N. It was the first time you could touch someone without getting hurt, so you held on to that little hope you had newly found."

Kento was right. Satoru was the first who had ever shown her compassion. The first and, at the time, the only person who could touch her. She was caught up in the impossibility of it, so convinced fate had brought them together.

She thought it was him.

And it was.

And it wasn't.

She wanted to laugh at her own blindness.

That binding vow, it linked them. It did bring her and Satoru together, but not because they were destined for one another. Not because he had fallen in love with her. It was just a simple connection.

Being with Satoru gave her a new kind of strength. She was still very broken, but Satoru cared for her and gave her a reason to stand up for herself when she was too down. It was affection and a desperate desire for physical connection—the things she had been wholly unfamiliar with and deprived of. She had nothing to compare these new experiences to.

Of course, she thought she was in love.

But while she didn't know much, she could tell Satoru never really loved her, because if he did, he wouldn't kill her brothers. He wouldn't hurt her.

She knew this; she had seen proof of the opposite; she had seen him doing anything to save his students.

Her faith was so shattered that she couldn’t tell what Satoru would do if she opposed him. She wasn't confident he wouldn't kill her, too. And this uncertainty alone made her certain that something was not right between them. Something wasn't real.

There was no love between them.

That's it. She got it now.

In the midst of all this, deep in the center of her chest, a part of her was burning with rage and anger like coals that had become hot and red.

She couldn't even believe that all the good things she had experienced, the interruption in her miserable life, were a side effect of a crappy bond.

"Here's another thing I wanted to say."

She turned only an inch in his direction and finally noticed the faint lines around his eyes, his forehead, the threads of silver gleaming through the neat dreadlocks fallen on his eyebrows.

"No," she said, smothering her ears with her hands. "I don't want to hear—"

"Love is the strongest source of positive energy," he said in a crude voice.

She looked at him with her fingers pinched around her ears, shaking her head, tears pouring down her face. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know what she could ever say.

Is that why her injuries didn't heal as quickly as before?

Her heart pounded in her chest as she remembered. She closed her eyes, her lungs knotting together. All of the dots were connected now.

That's why she felt tired all the time. That's why it hurt when he touched her this morning. No. It wasn't this morning. Fuck!

She wasn't even sure whether it was real or not! God damn it! She knew nothing about her own life. She got so close to madness that she wanted to scream.

"I see you have figured out the rest," he said and lowered his head.

Kento looked exhausted but not defeated. He looked freer, his eyebrows unfrowned. His fists were unclenched. His face was calm in a way she hadn't seen in what felt like a long time. He looked relieved. As if he had been carrying this great burden, he thought it might kill him. As if he had felt sharing this truth with Y/N might somehow inspire a lifelong hatred between him and his friend.

But Y/N wasn't angry at all. She was overwhelmed, shocked beyond belief.

She looked as though she had been scooped out from the inside, like someone had spooned out all the organs she needed to function, and she was left with nothing, just emptiness, just complete and utter disbelief.

She tripped out of bed so fast that she pulled the covers down.

"Y/N!" Kento rushed up. "I understand that—"

"STOP IT," she finally screamed. She squeezed her eyes shut and screamed, anger, heartbreak, exhaustion, and crushing devastation filling her lungs. It was the weight of all these years, the embarrassment of false hopes forged in her heart, treason, loss...

She still had a tiny thread of hope, and she had to cling to it. She had to go. Suddenly, out of the blue, she ran to the door and fled the room. She ran down the hall. Her shoes scuffed on the concrete, her feet knocking into each other as she heard Kento calling after her.

Run, Y/N. Run until your lungs collapse, until the wind whips and snaps at your tattered clothes, until you're a blur that blends into the background. Run, Y/N, run faster until your bones break, your shins split, your muscles atrophy, and your heart dies because it was always too big for your chest and beat too fast for too long and run.

Run, run, and run until you can't remember him. Run with open eyes and your mouth shut and dam the river rushing up behind your eyes. Run, Y/N.

Run until you drop dead.

Make sure your heart stops before you remember him. Before you ever remember.

Run.

Her feet pounded against the hard, packed earth, each steady footfall sending shocks of electric pain up her legs. Her lungs were burning, her breaths coming in quickly and abruptly, but she was pushing through the exhaustion, her muscles working harder than they had in a long time, and she kept moving.

If she stopped, she was scared her thoughts might kill her.

She took a deep breath and felt the crisp, icy air rush as it burned through her lungs. The wind wrapped around her, pulling and pushing and dancing, whipping her hair into a frenzy, and she leaned into it, got lost in it, and opened her mouth to inhale it.

Her body shook with unpent emotion.

How did this start? How was she going to deal with all of this? These last few weeks were already too much for her, too much to digest, too much to juggle. Now she had learned she was doomed to solitary unless she could find someone like herself, like a family member, like a brother, a sweet innocent pink-haired boy, Yuji Itadori.

If Yuji hadn't come to the morgue that day, how long would they hide everything from her? She couldn't say since everyone she trusted had lied to her and manipulated her. Everyone had been using her.

The sudden scream rippled itself from her lungs, but when she raised her head, she stifled it. She was outside the boys' dormitory.

How did, when did she arrive here? Could this be some shit dream? She rubbed her eyes, and it didn't change anything. She was awake, and this wretchedness was absolute.

Well, if it is...

She glanced around and then checked her behind. Fortunately, she was not followed.

Her hand went to the doorknob, twisted it slowly, then walked in. The wind remained behind the door. There was a heavy silence in the atmosphere that added to her stress.

She had been in this dormitory before but had never found it as empty and deserted as that day.

This shouldn’t surprise her, as it was autumn and the busy season of curses, which meant that almost all the students were sent on missions, which meant they were doing well. But this fact didn't soothe her heart rate. She didn't believe in her gut anymore.

She walked down the corridor and stood by a room she knew belonged to Yuji. She took a deep breath, cracked the door open, and stepped inside.

The first time she saw this room, she thought it must look like a typical teenage room. But now that she knew the truth, she was glad it looked like a typical teenage room because at least one of them could live something normal in life.

She ran her fingers over his manga collections and smiled with a half-smile when her eyes fell on the posters on the walls.

"It's nice to have you up."

Y//N felt flashes of heat sparked behind her eyes. Anger gushed in her throat and vibrated along her spine. She could almost taste the bitter taste of rage building inside her, and it took everything she had to clamp it down.

The sound of the approaching steps and then: "You worried me."

Y/N didn't flinch when Shoko tried to say good morning to her, but she did pretend not to hear her. Or perhaps she didn't actually hear her. Maybe she had managed to train her brain to no longer hear or see the sorcerers, Shoko thought.

Y/N turned on her heel, walked over to the bed, slowly sat on it, closed her eyes, and leaned her elbows onto her lap, putting her head in her hands.

She had become a shade of who she was. Shoko's heart felt weighed down by the depth of her pain. She wished so much that she could do something to help, to fix things, and at that moment, she remembered something from the past. She understood that Y/N would probably want to be left alone, but she couldn’t stop herself from walking toward her. She wouldn't say a word, she promised herself. She only wanted to be around her right now. So, she sat beside her and leaned her head against the wall.

An uncomfortable silence took place between them, and for minutes, neither spoke.

"You should have told me," Y/N muttered.

If Shoko hadn't seen the movement of Y/N's lips with her own eyes, she would have thought for a second that she was hallucinating and that her ears had misheard. She hesitated before giving a response.

"You talked to Kento," Shoko said.

The pain was intense, like cold steel, like knives in Y/N's chest. Painful reminiscences of today's revelations. She nodded.

"And that's why you ran as you did," Shoko said, looking at her.

Y/N immediately turned her face. "You were watching me?"

"I'm a doctor. That's what we do." Shoko smiled, but it looked tired.

Y/N shook her head and even laughed a sad, twisted laugh. "You won't even deny it," she said. "Unbelievable!"

"I'm sorry," Shoko said, dropping her head. "I really am sorry."

"You should've told me!"

Y/N's eyes were deep and steady, frightening serious, Shoko felt a bolt of panic pierced her through the chest. "You have no idea how many times I wanted to."

Silence.

More silence.

The minutes passed between them, silent and still, stopping only to hear them breathe.

Then a whisper.

"I have a brother."

Shoko raised her head and watched her.

"I have a brother," she said again, her voice so soft. "Yuji is my brother." Her eyes were focused on a point far from here, pinched together in pain, confusion, and something that looked regretful.

"I should've known," she said to her. “I could sense his pain, and he was always strangely familiar. I don't know how we can even share the same parent."

Y/N thought Shoko might have an answer for this, but when she saw her silence, she sighed and looked down. Her voice was so low Shoko could hardly hear it. "I should protect him," she said, nodding her head. "After what happened to my brothers, It's a matter of time for Higher Ups to kill him as well."

"They don't know about you and him." A break, then Shoko proceeded, "Also, wait a minute! I thought you spoke with Kento."

"I did."

"And what exactly did he say?" Shoko crossed her arms.

Y/N smiled. It was a slow, delighted smile. The kind of smile that would break into a laugh and could light up her features. But she closed her eyes, her face so touched, so amused. She tilted her head, and suddenly she started laughing. Out loud. Laugh and hiccup and desire to die, disappear, so desperately.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Kento told me everything, and I was an idiot for thinking things could be different," she told her. "For thinking my life could ever be better than it was, that I could be better than I was." She tried to speak again but instead clamped a hand over her mouth, like she couldn't believe what she was about to say. She forced herself to swallow the stone in her throat. She dropped her hand. "A curse." Her voice was raw, aching. I was never made to be happy. “I'm a damned fool. A feral creature consumed by her own agony."

Y/N had realized that deep down, she was harbouring a small hope that one day she would have a normal life. Somewhere deep down, she had found a way to cling to that useless possibility. And now that was gone. She would never be touched, hugged, kissed, or loved.

She could see herself. She could see herself the way she could be, the way she would be if things were different, but now she would forever and ever be alone.

She took a shaky deep breath, her mind whirring, her own brain no longer a safe space to inhabit because she couldn't stop thinking. She couldn't stop wondering. She couldn't stop anything, and it was like she was caught in what could be a head-on collision she was not the innocent bystander.

"Can I ask you a question?" Shoko said.

"Ask."

"Why do you think Satoru killed your brothers?"

Y/N was so shocked and unprepared to answer such a question that she was momentarily speechless.

"I mean," Shoko broke, finally losing her composure, her voice rising pitch. "You don't just kill your girlfriend's brothers out of the blue, do you?"

Y/N wanted to believe that Satoru was more than the mold he was forced into, that maybe he didn't want to kill her brothers, that Higher Ups forced him into it; but again, who could force Satoru Gojo into something he didn't desire?

"You can kill anybody," Y/N said, feeling hysterical. "If you do not have sentiments for them. At least, that's as far as I know." Her fists clenched. She didn't want to talk about her past beliefs. She didn't want to talk about Satoru. Ever again. She wanted to rip her heart out of her chest and throw it in the ocean for all the good it had even done her.

She didn't want to feel anything for him anymore, but then again, she remembered how all their feelings were nothing but a delusion.

"It wasn't all his fault, for God's sake," Shoko was fast to say, staring at the carpet, all terror and desperation. "They had become curse users, Y/N. Your brothers kidnapped Saitama Urami East Junior High students and caused multiple deaths around the Yasohachi Bridge. Higher Ups asked Yuji and Nobara to take over the mission, but since Satoru knew what it would do to you and Yuji, he volunteered to do it to prevent the disaster," she paused. "And to prove your innocence in Exchange Event."

Panic and terror clouded Y/N's consciousness. She swallowed harshly, struck at the heart. She felt as if she had been sanded up to the bone. A desperate emptiness burned through her, leaving her feeling faint.

How could all this shit be real? Why wasn't she waking up yet? Why had no one reached out to tell her it was okay, it was just a bad dream, that everything would be okay?

“Y/N?” Shoko muttered, looking at her with anxious eyes.

"How come he never told me?" Y/N asked, eyes closed, lips half mumbling.

Shoko turned her face away, leaning her temple to her palm. She regretted not wearing her white robe today of all days because she superstitiously believed that piece of cloth could make her bulletproof against situations like this. It was as if all the answers were hidden in one of its pockets and the painkillers in the other, but right now, without her magic robe, her hands were empty.

Shoko placed her hands on her knees as she tried to sigh. She didn't look at Y/N when she whispered, "He wanted you to hate him."

Y/N was still; her eyes widened.

Shoko went further, "And it worked. Hatred and pain forced you to wake you up when nothing could." She smiled. It was a little less exuberant than it usually was because she, too, was sick of all these craps.

For Shoko, it didn't seem right that so much horrible crap should be allowed to come down in such a short time. There should be a fail-safe in the universe. Somewhere, something that automatically would shut down in the event of extreme human agony. Maybe an emergency lever. A button, even.

This was ridiculous.

"He did to bring me back?" Y/N said, her mouth halted midmotion, then swallowed.

Shoko pressed her lips together in a nod.

Y/N didn't react. Knowing this did nothing to soothe her. It made her feel strange and foreign, like her life was never her own, like she was an actor in a play directed by strangers.

Old Y/N would've cried. Broken Y/N would've split open from the sudden impact of today's heartbreaking revelations, the depth of lies, and the pain of feeling so profoundly betrayed. But this new version of her refused to react; instead, her body wanted to shut down.

 Shoko checked the clock on the wall. "You'd better leave," she said and turned to face Y/N. It was then that she realized she was digging her fingernails into her palm. "You should run away."

Y/N was stunned. This might be the very first time she had heard anyone, but herself talk her thoughts about running away. What kind of sick game was this?

"This was a promise," Shoko added. "I was supposed to help you escape if something happened to you and your baby." She sighed and stared at the ceiling. "I need you to know how sorry I am, for keeping you here, for stopping you from leaving, for everything we've made you endure."

Y/N didn't expect this. Of all the things she thought might happen, she could never have dreamed a scenario such as this. In her experience, she was usually the monster. She was the one expected to make amends. And now, she was speechless. Speechless by the experience.

Her perceptions of life resulted from the seeds most of those around her planted in her heart. They took root in her as she grew, settling deep into her soul. Good ones had been planted well. They flourished and found homes in her heart. They built trunks around her spine. They were steadying her when she was most flimsy, planting her feet firmly when feeling most unsure. But the bad ones, the seeds Toji gifted her, grew poorly. Her trunk was infested and spoiled until she was hollow and housing the interests of others and not her own. She was forced to eat the fruit those perceptions had borne, held hostage by the branches growing arms around her neck, suffocating her to death.

Now, after years, she had to do the hard work of sucking the poison from her past.

"Shoko," she said gently. "None of that matters anymore."

"I know," Shoko said, sadness raining from her tone. "But it kills me to know that everything could have been different." She watched the movement in Y/N's throat as she swallowed hard. "Forgive me," she whispered. "Forgive me for hurting you. I gave you false hopes, and I'm so sorry."

When Y/N finally spoke, her voice was rough with emotion. "There is nothing to forgive." She took a deep breath and felt her pain easing a little, like icy hands were closing around the wounds festering in her flesh. It wasn't until then that she began to speak. "It's okay." The pain flowed out of her eyes as she looked away.

"You're running out of time, " Shoko said, trying to change the subject, as if time were the kind of thing you could run out of, as if it were measured into bowls handed to us at birth. If we ate too much or too fast or right before jumping into the water, our time would be lost, wasted, and already spent. But time is beyond our finite comprehension. It's endless. It exists outside of us. We cannot run out of it to lose track of it or find a way to hold on to it. Time goes on even if we do not.

"Why?" Y/N asked, and Shoko told her how the elders, especially those of the Gojo clan, were on their way to the school to convict her of her assault on their family's successor, Satoru.

Finally, Y/N seemed to grasp the gravity of what Shoko was trying to relay. Her shoulders stiffened. Her eyes narrowed. "To convict me?" She laughed. "For an assault against their heir?" She sneered. "They know no one can harm him! They just want me out of the way for good! That's just some dumb excuse!" she said, but she didn't look at Shoko. She seemed lost in her thoughts, chewing on her lips as she stared into the distance.

"Which is why you shouldn't waste time," Shoko said.

Y/N shook her head. "I'm not going anywhere without Yuji. I can't leave him here amongst sorcerers."

Shoko was on her feet in an instant. "Are you seriously doing this?"

Y/N nodded.

"You can't just grab him and run away. It's not logical!" Shoko said. "How are you going to protect him? Hm? As fugitives? Stealing to survive and hiding from the world? How is that any better? You'll be worried every single day, constantly looking over your shoulder, terrified of ever leaving Yuji alone. You may survive it, you're used to it, but he's going to be miserable, and you know it!"

Y/N nodded, staring into her hands, trying and failing to hide her despair.

"It doesn't make sense, Y/N," Shoko told her, struggling to moderate her voice. “We all care about Yuji. We don't want him to worry about getting killed or chased by bounty hunters. We have to keep him here. You can't keep him safe. That's why you made a binding vow with Satoru to protect Yuji, and you know he wouldn't let anybody hurt his students!"

Something changed on Y/N's face. For a moment, the light went out of her eyes. "He failed to protect his own daughter!" Y/N's voice broke. "How is Yuji going to be any different? At least he will be alive with me, or I'll die while protecting him!" Her chest was heaving so hard that her body bowed. “You stay out of this!”

"That's not being alive," Shoko said. "That's not living—"

"How would you know?" Y/N snapped. Her mood shifted so suddenly that Shoko was stunned into silence. "What do you know about being alive?" she demanded. "You think you've had it hard, but you don't realize that you've always had a roof over your head. You've never been consumed by grief and guilt to drive you almost completely insane! You've never lived inside of your own head!"

Shoko shuddered, stung by the venom of her voice. She had never seen Y/N so bitter, so cruel. She is just upset, she said to herself. She is just scared and worried, and she doesn't mean any of it, not really, she kept telling herself. She took a deep breath. She didn't lift her head to see Y/N's face when she said, "You're right. I have no idea how it is to live out here, no idea what it is like to starve or kill for money and watch people die in front of me, but you do, don't you? And now you're dragging Yuji down that path as well. You want him to have the same fate as you?"

Words, Y/N thought, were such unpredictable creatures. No gun, sword, army, or king could ever be more powerful than a sentence. Blades may cut and kill, but words will stab and stay, burying into the future, digging and failing to rip their skeletons from your flesh. These weren't nice things to say. Not now. Not after what she had been through. Not after trying to pick up the hopes and dreams and fumbling to glue them back together.

Y/N swallowed hard. "No," she tried to say, tried to inhale. Her lungs were swelling up, and her heart was racing so fast she could hear it pounding in her ears. All she could think was No. I don't wish for Yuji to have a life like mine. She couldn't let his life to fell apart, not again. It broke her heart to imagine it. To think of him struggling to find a way to stay alive.

"I want Yuji to live a long, happy life," she said, her voice small and shattered. "They have taken everything from me. I can't lose Yuji too."

"Please don't kill me for what I'm about to say," Shoko said and rubbed her forehead. Let's release the Kraken. She closed her eyes and cursed herself. This one was going to cause her great trouble. "Your family needs you."

"What the hell, Shoko?"

"Your other brother." A sigh. "Choso. He is alive, and they haven't been able to catch him yet."

Every moment in the world dropped dead right then, because they woke up and realized they would never be as important as this one.

Y/N lost the sensation in her knees. She held on to the wall to steady herself, her bones shaking inside her. "Choso is alive?" she said, hating how it sounded, hating that she sounded shocked.

How much more secret was there for her to learn about? How many more had they kept from her?

Shoko nodded. "Kento was supposed to tell you, but I guess you escaped too early. Choso wasn't there when Satoru found the other two."

Y/N's tears fell backward as they burned their way through her throat. "I have two brothers." A blank stare with a hint of a smile that didn't reach her eyes, instead like a vat of acid seeped into Shoko's skin.

"You have to find him, Y/N," Her words were soft. "Choso probably knows about the fingers stolen by curse users from the school. They had a purpose in stealing them. Find a way to get rid of these fingers before they get a hold on Yuji."

A heavy, cold dread fell over Y/N's body. "Curse users, they stole Sukuna's fingers?" Her heart was pounding, racing, and running through her body, and she was trying to focus and stay calm. "But why? Do they work for Sukuna? My brothers probably didn't know about Yuji, or they wouldn't do that," she said and realized how ridiculous her words must appear from the outside. Because she didn't know her brothers, and it was just a bet on her inner belief that they might have inherited some human emotions like her.

Then she remembered her vow with Sukuna. Twenty fingers, Yuji dies, and she becomes Sukuna's servant.

No, she couldn't allow this. She shook her head; her hands were tremulous.

Shoko stared at her. She never thought Y/N would be capable of looking so scared. But still, she stood on her feet. She would go to any lengths for them because Yuji and Choso were the only things stopping her from diving into a pool of her own insanity. They needed her. She had to fight for them. They were her only family.

Y/N drove her feet to the door and suddenly stopped. Yuji stepped into the corridor with Megumi. He seemed paler and slimmer than she had seen. He had something in his hand, distracted, not noticing the woman looking at him.

But then he looked up and froze.

His lips were parted as if to speak, and whatever he held hit the ground, shattering into so many sounds it startled Megumi and Shoko.

Yuji had not yet had the chance to see Y/N on her feet, and he was looking at her with eyes fixed on her face, his chest heaving, his face fighting so many different emotions. He seemed half terrified, half hopeful.

And while she realized that she should probably be the first to speak, she suddenly had no idea what to say.

"Y/N, you are up!" Megumi's face cracked into a huge smile. A rare occurrence.

Yuji started moving across the hallway in a stupor. It felt strange for Y/N, like everything had begun to slow down, like this moment wasn't real, somehow.

There was so much pain in his eyes.

She felt like she had been punched in the gut.

But then, he reached her, and there he was, right in front of her, his arms wrapped tight around her, and she melted into his embrace, relishing warm comfort, the familiarity with no pain in touch. Her hands reached around him, slipped up his back, and gripped him hard. She didn't even realize silent tears had fallen down her face until he pulled back to look her in the eye.

He told her not to cry, called her his sister, and whispered it was okay, that everything would be okay. And she knew it was all a lie, but it still felt good to hear.

He studied her face, like he had seen her for the first time. "I can't believe you're my sister! How come your hair is not pink!"

Yuji laughed; his laughter was like a hundred little bells, joyous, wholesome, and contagious. Y/N lured him into another fierce hug, holding on as much as she had time. He was happy, so relieved and thrilled, and maybe he would sleep with a lighter heart tonight.

Yuji was so full of life, so full of energy, so excited to have his sister around, but then it occurred to him. He came out of her arms. His suspicious look shifted between Y/N and Shoko. 

"You are leaving, aren't you?" Yuji asked, and she was startled to hear it out loud. His fists clenched, tearstains streaked across his face, and his bottom lip trembled even as he fought to hide the pain in his voice.

Her heart split clean in half.

Footsteps were heard, and soon Megumi appeared beside him, with his hand on Yuji's shoulder, silently inviting him to calm down, assuring Yuji that he was there for him.

"Answer me!" Yuji demanded, sniffing back the last of his tears, fists beginning to shake.

"Yuji, don't do this," Megumi said gently, lovingly, and squeezed his shoulder to calm him.

"What? She's leaving me behind, just like everyone else!" He heard accusations in his voice and did nothing to hide it. "Am I wrong? Tell me I'm wrong!"

Time seemed to stand still.

Everything she wanted to say and everything she had wished to say fell to the floor and scrambled upright. Paragraphs and paragraphs began building walls around her, blocking and justifying as they found ways to fit together, linking and weaving and leaving no room for escape. Every single space between every unspoken word clambered up and into her open mouth, filling her with so much emptiness she thought she might just float away.

Shoko's face creased as she pulled herself together. She took her time responding. "She has to go," she said, "to find a way to save you and your other brother."

Yuji didn't respond. He only blinked several times and stared at Y/N. He was still in disbelief, with a face filled with anger, betrayal, and confusion.

Y/N pulled Yuji back into her arms and held him firmly; even though he wanted to push her away, he caved fast. Yuji was angry but preferred to be mad at her in her embrace. Her hand brushed his hair, and she kissed his forehead. Then she told him everything, with all the details, as quickly as she could before the elders came to school.

Shoko cleared her throat. "I hate to ruin this reunion, but the clock is ticking."

By the time the two siblings finally broke apart, they had tears in their eyes.

Yuji smiled, but his smile soon wore off. He lowered his head, as if it was not easy for him to say what he wanted.

"We'll get through this," he said, answering her silent thoughts. "All of it. We're going to be okay. We'll be fine." He touched her shoulder, allowed his fingers to trail down her arm, and held her hand tightly. She closed her eyes and tried to savor the moment.

"You'll work it out," he said. "You will find our brother and a way of destroying Sukuna's fingers. Promise me!"

She was afraid to speak. Fearful of what promises had done to her so far. But even in the darkest hours, light is hiding somewhere. She had to let hope flourish once more, even though hope was a dangerous, terrifying thing for a woman like her to have.

“You're going to get out of this, and I'm going to find Choso, bring him home, and make sure everything's fine. I swear to you, Yuji. I'll take care of everything. You just get stronger every day. All right? Don't worry about a thing. Do you understand?"

Yuji blinked at her. He nodded.

"Good." She stepped forward to plant a kiss on the top of his head. "Good," she said again. "You're going to be fine. Everything is going to be fine. I'm going to make sure everything is fine, okay?"

"Okay," he said, wiping away the last of his tears.

"Good," she said for the third time, still staring at his smiling, innocent face.

She smiled back, giving him everything she had, and then darted out the door.

For so many years, she had lived in constant terror of herself. Doubt had married her fear and moved into her mind, where it built castles, ruled kingdoms, and reigned over her, bowing to its will until she was little more than an acquiescing peon, too terrified to disobey, too scared to disagree. She had been chained, taken captive in her own mind. But finally, she had learned to break free.

She was no longer afraid of fear and would not let it rule her. Because for her family, she would reach into the earth, rip out the injustice and crush it with her bare hands.

Y/N took a more confident step forward, this time bracing herself against another sudden, biting gust.

She had never had anything called home in her entire life. Home was not a place for her. She always found a place to hide and store her valuables temporarily, but they were nothing like home. On the other hand, this school had become the first place she ever found sanctuary. The first place she ever felt safe.

She wasn't familiar with the feeling of leaving home; this was the first time she would miss a place. But what could she do? Since sometimes leaving is the only thing you can do.

She sighed because she knew she would be considered a curse user as soon as she left the school boundaries, but she didn't care at all. Everything had a cost, and this was a small price to have a family.

The wind climbed into her clothes, then wrapped itself around her bones. Icy fingers tiptoed up her pant legs, clenched their fists around her knees, and pulled. Suddenly she was not sure how she was still standing. Her blood felt frozen, brittle.

Something heavy fell on her shoulders—a coat.

She looked back to discover that Satoru was holding her blue scarf and hat.

She stopped, stopped breathing, talking, and thinking.

His eyes were moving, studying her. He looked at her with such intensity she wondered if he was even aware he was doing it. She wondered if he knew that when he looked at her like that, she could feel it as acutely as if his bare skin pressed against her own.

Memories crashed over her, scalding her in waves; the weight of his body against hers, the taste of his lips, the heat of his breathes, his sharp gasps for air, and the things he had said to her only in the dark.

She gulped. It indeed did things to her when he looked at her like that. It made her crazy because she hated that she couldn't control this, that this thread between them would remain unbroken till one of them died, and she didn't want him to die.

It was only two months ago, just two months ago, that he was hers.

Carefully, she took the hat and scarf and wore them. Satoru looked into her eyes then. It felt so wrong for him to be this close to her without being able to touch her at all. But he had said his goodbyes two weeks ago, that night in the infirmary.

He looked at her again for just a split second and looked away, and for a brief second, she caught the charge of emotion in his eyes.

'Don't cry,' she said to herself. 'Don't cry.'

She hated him. She hated him for doing this to her heart, hated her body for being so weak, for wanting him, missing him despite everything. She didn't know whether to cry, kiss, or kick him in the teeth, so instead, she said, without meeting his eyes, "You were right. Love really was the most twisted curse of them all."

Satoru fought to swallow back the lump in his throat and turned his head, ready to abandon any rational thought that he was compelled to accept after witnessing the agony he had brought to her life, but she was long gone.

Even six eyes couldn't find her if she didn't want to be found.

Run, Y/N. Run until your lungs collapse, until the wind whips and snaps at your tattered clothes, until you're a blur that blends into the background. Run, Y/N, run faster until your bones break, your shins split, your muscles atrophy, and your heart dies because it was always too big for your chest and beat too fast for too long and run.

Run, run, and run until you can't remember him. Run with open eyes and your mouth shut and dam the river rushing up behind your eyes. Run, Y/N.

Run until you drop dead.

Make sure your heart stops before you remember him. Before you ever remember.

Run.

Her legs screamed. They didn't want to walk away from him. Loyalty, she thought, was keeping her behind, but she pushed them faster anyway. Her lungs were sawing her rib cage in half, but she forced them to process oxygen regardless. Her cursed energy was concealed; she knew he couldn't see her and wouldn't chase her, but she had to keep moving. There was no time for human deficiencies.

She was always welcomed in her loneliness, in her sadness. In this abyss, there was a rhythm she remembered. The steady drop of tears, the temptation to retreat, the shadow of her past, the life she chose to forget had not, would never forget her.

She reached the school crossing and put her hands in her coat pockets, and suddenly her fingers touched the cold metal. A knife. Not just any knife. A knife he gave her. She closed her eyelids to stop the tears from falling. Then her hand tightened around the knife.

She had to be honest with herself. She was never going to forget him. There was no doubt this school felt like home because he was here. Because for the first time, she found safety and peace between his arms in front of that restaurant as his hand was bleeding from her cut.

He was her home.

Her bones against his, that was her home.

And without him, she was going to be homeless for the rest of her life.

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[llaureleii]

SasuSaku Christmas FanFic

- A small fic dedicated to this new drafted artwork. Hope everyone had a lovely Christmas! - 

The Konoha families had gathered to celebrate the arriving end of the year. Naruto had wanted to host a huge celebration, as it had been too long since he’d last properly left the office and seen so many familiar faces. The large pine Christmas Tree was the centerpiece, adorned with golden baubles, casting a perfect reflection of faces of all who stood in front of them. Sakura had become particularly nervous; despite her headstrong nature and known confidence, her face had become almost as blushed as the of her dress. She stood subconsciously dusting herself off, fidgeting with the ruffles. She observed the other couples mingling naturally. All the wives knew exactly how to act and relax. Heck, even Hinata had picked up so much more confidence. But for someone so self assured, Sakura felt unfamiliar with this scene of public celebration.

Sasuke was already there, who everyone had expected an absence from. He was standing by the tree, the shine of the reds and golds had drawn the attention of his pitch black gaze. Sakura had told him that she and Sarada would take a little while to get ready, and that he should go on ahead. Sarada stood next to her mother, as her face lit up from how decorative the place had been made. 

“Mama, what’s wrong?” Sarada asked, right before she got an idea and smirked at her mother.

“Eh?! Oh, it’s nothing! I’m just making sure I’ve put this thing on right!” She exclaimed, still fidgeting with the dress and avoiding eye contact with her teasing daughter. Sarada rolled her eyes with a smile. Sakura was always like this with anything to do with her Dad. 

Sakura stood awkwardly giggling when she felt two hands push her forwards.

“Eh?! Sarada! What are you-!” Sarada drew in a deep breath.

“C’mon now, Mama, stop acting like a newlywed and go stand with Papa already!”

Amidst the two girls’ commotion, Sasuke’s eyes widened at the familiar voices. A glimmer of movement caught his eye in the reflection of the decorations and his stoic face lifted into a slight smile at the notion of his family. He turned to a flustered Sakura being nudged into his direction by a teasing Sarada, until they both clocked his smiling gaze. 

It was the first time Sakura had actually looked at her husband fully without redirecting herself to other sights, and what a sight he was. His hair looked smoother than usual; had he brushed it? The perception of his silky tie stretched out his frame, and he looked a lot taller without his cloak. The tie was a deep red, matching his wife’s attire, which of course he could not help but notice.

Her figure was revealed with the fitting of the seams. The blush pink was soft but glimmered under the dim-lit golden hue of the room, and a decorative, pleated fabric hugged her torso with its unique fit to the top of the dress. 

For the length of time they had been gazing upon each other’s clothing, and of course, each other, Sarada had already run ahead to talk to the other kids. 

‘A tie suits you once in a while, y’know.” Sakura joked

“So does a dress.” He replied, both giggling. “You look lovely, Sakura.” 

Sasuke was a man of few words. But when he said them, he knew exactly what to say. Sakura couldn’t help it. Her face had become rosy once more, but she wouldn’t look away this time. She had spent too many years desiring such moments as these to turn away from them. 

“Thank you.” She looked up towards him, her emerald eyes sparkling under the gold twinkles of the Christmas tree. 

Sasuke found a bit of colour running to his face. He felt his cheeks go warm with pride. 

“So then..” He walked behind her to her other side, offering his right hand. “Shall we?” 

Her face melted into a softened smile. As she lifted her hand, they both noticed the sparkling ruby that adorned her skin. 

“You... you wore it?” He asked, not expecting this marital statement to now be made public knowledge.

“Of course I did! I want everyone to know how proud I am of you. Of us. And what better way than this ring? Now, I can keep you with me whenever you’re away.” Her hand slipped into his, and he clasped it tight. 

Sasuke wasn’t as material as Sakura. He may not have had anything physical to hold onto when he was away, but his memories of her were infinite and just as special, and reminded him that he had not something, but someone to call home.

Sasuke’s face was left fathoming his wife’s words, and how he wanted to hold onto them forever. He wanted to hold her hand forever. He wanted to remain with her. Forever.

Their expressions relaxed, and hand in hand, they walked forward together to join in on the celebrations. Sarada had been watching secretly the whole time. She knew her parents weren’t so brazen to act like that in front of her, but she was completely fine with it. She knew they had to cherish the little time they could spend together when Sasuke was in the village. Besides. every little moment they had, felt like another infinity.

“Merry Christmas, Sakura.”

“Merry Christmas, Sasuke.”

#sasusaku #sasuke #sakura #sarada #uchiha #christmas #fanfic #anime #naruto #merry christmas

[rustyarcade]

✨Ramona Does A Stunt for Envy✨

I’m back yall! But I’m back into my Scott Pilgrim phase. Here’s a fic I did about Ramona and Envy :3

Please note that it’s rated Mature due to suggestive themes!

You can also read it right here on tumblr! Just go under the cut :3

More Scott Pilgrim fics and art coming soon!

“Ramona! Come into my trailer before we have to start shooting this next scene. I have another stunt for you.”

Ramona rolled her eyes as she hung by her waist from the cables to the ceiling. Working on this movie had to be one of the most exhausting and stupidest things she ever had to do. It felt like an obstacle course she had to go through everyday so she could get to Todd Ingram and figure out what happened to that guy she kinda went out with one time.

What was worst of all was Envy Adams, Todd’s famous bitchy girlfriend. God, what a pain it was to work for her. She constantly asked Ramona to do “stunts” for her. “Stunts” being a code word for whatever the hell she needed her to do that day. From actually doing an intense stunt, to picking up her laundry, to feeding her pet dog, Ramona did everything Envy asked for.

But Ramona was willing to do anything to get Scott Pilgrim back.

Ramona sighed, “I’ll be right there. Can you lower me please?” A crew member gently lowered her to the ground and she caught up with Envy who was a few feet ahead of her.

No words were exchanged between them on their way to the trailer. Ramona studied her face. She was so calm yet so bold and confident. Her deep eye shadow complimented her eye shape. Her red hair flowed perfectly down her face and shoulders, framing her like the Mona Lisa. She really was hotter in person.

Soon enough, they arrived and entered Envy’s trailer. She shut the door behind them.

Envy’s trailer was as extravagant as she was. It was covered in luxury items. Ramona felt like she was in a limousine. Prada pillows were placed on high quality leather couches with Gucci tableware strewn about the side tables and sink. The entire trailer reeked of Chanel No. 5. A tiny closet was filled to the brim with luxury brands that Ramona couldn’t recognize or care about.

“What did you need me in here for?” Ramona asked.

Envy walked over to the couch and plopped herself down. She beckoned Ramona to sit next to her. She obeyed. As soon as Ramona sat down, Envy rearranged herself to be lying down, with her long legs stretching onto Ramona’s lap.

Ramona froze. It had been a while since she had gotten so close with a woman… Three years ago…? That doesn’t matter right now. Envy is happening right now. Envy propped her upper body up and pulled lip gloss out of her pocket. She dangled it in front of Ramona’s face. Her eyes widened.

“I know I have a whole makeup department to do all this work, but I am playing you after all. I need you to do my lips the way you do yours.”

“D-do your lips…?” Ramona muttered. Her mind wandered off into dangerous territory. “Get it together,” she told herself internally. She shook her head in an attempt to get her mind out of the gutter.

Ramona fumbled the lip gloss in her sweaty palms. She felt like she didn’t even have the strength to unscrew the cap. Envy was growing impatient. “Hey! Hurry up, Flowers! I don’t have all day.”

After what felt like an hour, Ramona took the wand out of the gloss. Envy opened her mouth slightly, ready for Ramona. She took a deep breath and slowly began to put the gloss all over Ramona’s lips. Her hands felt shaky, but her application was crisp. She took in the silhouette of Envy’s lips in excruciating detail.

All while, Envy looked at her with her big black eyes. Her big black beautiful eyes. Like those of a siren. That’s what she was. A siren. Luring men and women into her grasp just to crush them into pieces. That’s what she was doing to Ramona. She tried her best to avoid eye contact, but she struggled immensely. It didn’t matter where she looked, her nerves raged on. The way Envy’s chest rose and fell with each breath was addicting to watch.

Ramona was nearly done with applying lip gloss when her hands got too shaky for her own good. Her hand slipped causing a small streak of lip gloss to be marked to the corner of her mouth right outside the intended area. She let out a small gasp at her own action.

Envy made an annoyed sound and rolled her eyes in disgust. “Nice job, Flowers,” she remarked sarcastically.

“Sit up so I can fix it,” she pleaded. Envy positioned herself to be closer to Ramona’s face. Ramona’s thumb softly scraped the lip gloss off of Envy’s chin. Each light caress of her skin brought the two’s faces closer and closer. Their breaths becoming hotter and heavier by the second.

Before Ramona could even fully realize it, their lips were interlocked. Envy draped her arms around Ramona’s shoulders and Ramona’s hands found their way to Envy’s sides. Ramona instinctively held onto her tightly and tried her best to pull her in due to the limited space. Soon, she wrapped her arms around her entire body, fully embracing every part of Envy Adams.

Envy got up on her knees without parting from Ramona’s lips. She began to run her fingers through Ramona’s short and colorful hair and pushed her face into hers as much as humanly possible.

It was hot.

It was messy.

There were…

Sparks.

Ramona’s heart dropped when she felt them. She quickly pushed Envy off of her as she started to hyperventilate. Envy looked at her with an annoyed yet mischievous grin. She was breathing heavily as well.

“You ruined my lip gloss…” Envy sighed out.

“I can’t…” Ramona said in between breaths.

“Why’d you stop, baby?”

“Envy, I can’t-“ Ramona repeated. She was stopped by Envy’s index finger being pushed against her lips.

“I know you’re looking for Scott.”

Ramona tensed at the comment. “W-what are you-“

“I’m not stupid. Roxie told Lucas Lee who told Todd who told me all about your little plan to find out who kidnapped Scott. Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but it wasn’t me or Todd. We could care less about that loser.”

Ramona could only stare at her. Great. She still hasn’t found a solid lead on Scott’s disappearance and she has a sloppy make out session with his ex-girlfriend. Not only did they make out, but she began to feel some way about her. She felt the guilt spread all over her body. Ramona groaned and buried her head in her hands.

“No… no…” Ramona moaned out. She resisted the urge to cry.

Envy giggled at the sight. “Don’t worry. I make a lot of girls realize something about themselves,” She sighed as she pushed some hair out of Ramona’s sweaty face.

Ramona quickly got up and walked towards the door. “I have to go…” Ramona squeaked out as she put her hand on the doorknob. Somehow, Envy caught up to her. She slammed her hand next to Ramona’s face into the metal walls of the trailer. The sound made Ramona jump.

With one arm extended next to Ramona’s face and Envy standing tall and confident in front of her, Ramona felt herself getting smaller. Her knees buckled slightly as she looked into Envy’s eyes. “Before you go…” Envy got slowly and slowly closer to Ramona’s face. Her breath felt hot and heavy as she breathed down Ramona’s neck.

“If Scott ever breaks your heart, you can always come running back to me, sweetheart.”

Ramona felt herself shaking. Envy planted a small kiss on her cheek. Her unoccupied hand landing on Ramona’s side. Ramona’s heart skipped a beat and she gasped. Envy giggled at the sight.

All of a sudden, Ramona felt herself being pushed out of the door. She lost her balance and landed on her forearm. She whipped her head around to see a smiling Envy closing the door on her.

Young Neil was waiting outside in his golf cart. He seemed unaffected by Ramona’s fall. “Oh hey Ramona. Didn’t see you down there,” He commented.

Ramona said nothing as she climbed into the golf cart. Young Neil began to drive. “So. Did you help Envy out with the stunt she needed?”

“I guess you could say that,” Ramona answered solemnly.

Ramona stared at Envy’s trailer as it shrank and shrank into the distance. The place that changed her life.

#scott pilgrim #scott pilgram takes off #envy adams #ramona flowers #oneshot #mature fic #sloppy makeout #you guys know that one image of the girls doing their make up? yeah it’s this #young Neil is there #episode 5 #envona #envy x Ramona #Ramona x Envy #Ramona Flowers x Envy Adams #read on squidgeworld

[cometcon]

I know this is generally supposed to be a Transformers focused blog, but I've been a little obsessed with Helluva Boss characters lately, and pre-'Western Energy' Striker in particular. (Ed Bosco did a great job picking up the role after they couldn't get Norman Reedus again, but I still much prefer sinister seductive Striker with Reedus' awesome performance voicing him. And while I'm sure the writers had their reasons for where they want to take the character, I'm much more of a slut for the competent, non-undermined villains lol).

I recently saw someone (in a YouTube comment somewhere I think) mention offhand how it seemed like Striker was trying to frame Moxxie rather than outright kill him in Harvest Moon and I think that person was right in their general point of 'strangling is an odd way to go about it when he could have just stabbed him to death or snapped his neck and been done with it.' I agree that was definitely interesting but there's actually more to support this argument and speculate further, I reckon.

(It's a long waffle so I've put it below a read more line.)

Hopefully they'll be added soon but atm there aren't proper subtitles* for the episode so I can't easily screengrab the lines, but basically Moxxie has this adorable nerd-out about angelic weapons, so Millie's family knows from that point on that he knows a lot about them.

Blitz takes an instant shine to Striker (I went brrrr on that during the conversation too but I'll save that for another time lol) and it can be assumed during all of that juicy but unfortunately offscreen interaction when he was inviting Striker to I.M.P that Blitz would have told him more about his current employees, with or without prompting, since he thought Striker was going to join and Blitz would be thinking to show off his employees as a positive draw because he doesn't know at this point that Striker is a supremacist asshole. ie: He probably would have said Millie is a vicious badass and Moxxie the weapons specialist and it isn't much of a stretch to assume he probably would have mentioned the little angelic weapons nerd-out Moxxie had before Striker got there as part of talking about how much Moxxie knows about his job. And then it doesn't take much observation to see Millie's parents love, trust and respect their daughter and think very lowly of Moxxie (I'm going somewhere with this, I promise lol).

The biggest factor for me though is exactly how the scene where Moxxie finds the gun is set up.

First of all, the gun case is in full view on Striker's bed, open, and glowing magenta light so bright it easily leaks out beneath the door. And while again, the auto-gen subtitles take a second to cover the line properly, Moxxie says "Well that's troubling" before he even touches the knob, indicating he already strongly suspects what that glow is being made by before he even opens the door, which is what draws him to open it in the first place.

And while I know there's clearly a whole dramatic appearance timing thing going on because animation, there still has to be some level of believability for Striker to suddenly be there, meaning he literally had to be lying in wait nearby to appear that damn quickly from the moment Moxxie starts entering his room to the rapid pan 'empty door space/boom Striker's there now' shot we get.

And he's not at all fazed by Moxxie's discovery. Unlike when Blitz barges in unexpectedly and catches him off-guard later (I'll explain my reasoning for that in a second) he's completely ready for this. He's not bothered in the slightest. Almost like he planned it.

How perfect would it be to frame Moxxie, an imp already looked down on by the townsfolk here as essentially an annoying city kid who annoyed Millie's parents further by showing off his angelic weapon knowledge, for the murder of a Goetian Prince via blessing-tipped rifle?

And then of course there's that original point the YouTube commenter made that it would have been even easier for Striker to off Moxxie in pretty much any other way besides strangling if he needed to silence him quickly, and the second time he catches him makes it look even more like he might be trying to make him lose consciousness rather than kill him (fun fact: it's actually a lot harder to knock people out with a whack on the head than they make it look in the movies and Striker is also clearly intending this as a power trip for himself as well. Getting to overpower Moxxie helps feed his whole 'stronger superior imp' bullshit that is essential to his character and which he's been lording over Moxxie the whole episode with Millie's family at his back. You could argue that's also a reason to use it as his killing method but there's still that little thing of Moxxie having shown off his angelic weapons knowledge and not being popular with the Wrath crowd and using the gun to trap him in the first place.)

Unfortunately, Moxxie manages to do something unplanned in smashing the vase, alerting Millie to the situation. But Millie was not in Striker's game plan. Easy to take out? Apparently. Easy to frame? FUCK. NO. XD

Millie is her family's darling daughter, and while Striker has clearly developed a decent rapport already with the family (presumably to get the lay of the land and establish some support from the family for himself beforehand to help cover his ass during an inevitable investigation, before Moxxie turns up and gives him even better cover options), there's no way they would choose to believe him over their own very much beloved family member, no matter how good a rapport he's established over however many days or possibly even weeks he's been there.

So now he has a problem. He's not only lost the option of framing Moxxie, he has to somehow keep Millie - someone her family will instantly believe - from dobbing him in. Sure, he could kill them both and just go back to Plan A, but as he points out himself, he would have to deal with cleaning up after it well enough to avoid shit for it and cover himself for Stolas' murder. Also he has multiple stab wounds to potentially have to hide or explain. That's a lot of shit to deal with without help... Which is where the line "there's more leverage with your Rodeo clown of a boss if I don't" becomes relevant.

He's switched tactics. Plan A was replaced with a better Plan B, which got destroyed by Millie turning up. Plan C now involves using Blitz by threatening to kill the M&Ms if Blitz doesn't cooperate in helping him cover up Stolas' murder. But he also has one more card in his back pocket which he's created over the time he's observed how Stolas treats Blitz plus his own interactions with Blitz where Blitz clearly is already at least somewhat into Striker (I'll analyse that another time. I've run out of Tumblr pic limit unfortunately).

So now I'm up to how Blitz definitely wasn't expected during the assassination attempt. We can tell by the expressions we see but Blitz can't:

And then Striker clearly changes tack again.

He's actually caught off-guard here and is thinking on the fly, though with how quickly he does switch into confidence and calm again I don't think the card he plays was entirely improvised; it's a back pocket card he had ready in case.

Time for 'Plan D: Operation Seduce Blitz/Point Out How Much Your Life And Transactional Relationship With A Royal Sucks And Wouldn't It Be So Much Better If You Just Teemed Up With Me, The Guy You Like Who Is Oh So Relatable, Hot And Really Cool Actually Don't You Think?'

He clearly believes he can get through to Blitz after their time bonding over however long they've all been there (I'm assuming it was also at least overnight since they were taking the hog for dinner and the Pain Games look to be like an all-day kind of event that started the next day but that's definitely an assumption idk how time works in Hell XD ). And with that lighting and frame change

it definitely looks like he might have been at least for a few seconds, before Moxxie comes in and Blitz apparently regains his senses and remembers they're trying to stop Striker (Now it's Blitz's turn to seem like he was expecting Moxxie. I'm assuming Moxxie found him first and they went to stop Striker together with Blitz as bait, considering it would be really fucking stupid for Moxxie to try to take on Striker alone after what happened last time, and it would be really weird for Blitz to randomly go into the house and into what I'm assuming is Millie's parents' bedroom in order to just coincidentally find him.) So unfortunately for Striker, while he might have once been able to manipulate Blitz at some point prior to the whole M&M problem and Moxxie telling Blitz what was really happening, Blitz already knowing what he did to the M&Ms and his plan to use them against Blitz pretty much ruined that card's potency, which is why the small sway didn't last long even with all of Striker's time spent getting Blitz to bond with him and trust him. Again, older pre-established ties will always win out no matter how good a manipulator the antag is.

So yeah, that's why I think the whole thing was planned pretty early on, Moxxie finding the gun on the bed was a carefully laid trap to frame him all along, and my thoughts on what was likely going on in all the off-screen things we didn't get to see and have to put together ourselves.

(I don't watch the livestreams and haven't seen this covered anywhere else outside of the short offfhand knocking Moxxie out to frame him comment, so if this isn't remotely new, well it is to me and I had so much fun nutting it out. XD )

*Thankfully the auto-generated subtitles are better in this episode than the previous ones, but there are still many lines completely missing my friend had to help me decipher, and the previous episodes are pretty much impossible for me to watch properly because way too much shit is missing or mistranslated to the point it's an incredible drag even with help. Always put proper subtitles on your videos please, especially if your videos are animations/complex stories with necessary dialogue. The auto-generated ones are not always as helpful as you think they are and even the better ones still don't always pop up for lines and are far more exhausting to keep up with than proper ones even if they are mostly accurate. Please try watching your videos with the sound off and the auto-gen on a few times to get some idea of what it actually feels like - remembering also that you know what's happening as the creator while we don't - before you decide that's good enough for people who need them. It really isn't and I need my friend's help to understand what's going on in many parts of the first season before they put proper subtitles on the very last ep and then Season 2. It's exhausting. On the plus side I got to fully appreciate the second season entirely on my own without help and it was fucking EPIC getting to just watch and enjoy without having to do mental gymnastics keeping up with and guessing or having to ask my friend what was said because the fucking auto-gen flaked out for the umpteenth time.

#striker #striker helluva boss #helluva boss #striker x blitzo #helluva boss blitz #moxxie #helluva boss millie #blitz #blitzo #blitzø #harvest moon #helluva boss harvest moon #m&m #helluva boss m&m #ive been going brrrr on this episode and these characters for a couple of weeks now lol #not transformers

[onyourhyuck]

Dangerous Alliance. | l.hc (M) PT FIVE.

synopsis; bae sarang looks nothing special on the outside, has black thick glasses and wears her thick black hair in a raw clip. ‘typical nerd’ people would describe her. but when she goes back home bae sarang is a genius hacker with high level of IQ. one day, she ends up hacking into a mafia security breach. Boy, did she regret it because her life was about to change for the worse.

warnings; mafia au, hacker au, smut!! No minors, mature language, mention of bad health, angst is here, enemies to lovers, denial, slow slow slowww burn, bae sarang is a sarcastic bbg and we love that <333, sarang really doesn’t take shit from men LMAO, haechan is an ass, fighting scenes, action is a major genre here because mafia ayo. slight comedy to break the tension.

✧;── table of contents ──; ✧

╭      ⁞ ❏. masterlist to other chapters.

┊      ⁞ ❏. next chapter: part 6 link.

┊      ⁞ ❏. previous chapter: Part 4 link.

── ⳮⷤ ── ⲇ ── ⳮⷤ ──

The night seemed endless and never ending. In the bad kind of way, not the good romantic kind of way.

Sarang turns around on the bed, however unable to do that because she’s handcuffed to a specific wrist who’s body was resting his back against the bed frame. She hears a protesting growl, a strong force pulling the stubborn handcuffs.

“Yah I need to turn so i can sleep!” sarang said, seriously for a mafia he can’t pick lock the handcuffs or something?

She earned herself a deep glare in the darkness, even if it’s so dark her eyes couldn’t adjust to the hue; she can feel his dead staring daggers ready to pierce her.

“You’re not the only one uncomfortable here, so stay in that position.” Haechan cajoles forward as he tugs his own wrist back, Sarang flying over the edge of the bed, a soft groaning heard. “Ah fuck, can you at least be gentle i’m not a rag doll.”

the man dismissed her words, closing eyes as he pretends to go to sleep. Maybe that way he can forget that he’s handcuffed to a literal thief that stole from him. sarang sighs, seriously what was she expecting? Him to actually listen? Tchhh, not in a million years would he.

An upcoming silence took over the shabby, half beaten down— poverty hotel room. Still. Nothing peaking a sound. All that became known were a large engulfing darkness, with a man slumped over the edge of the bed on the dirty floor half naked with boxers on only. A metallic object starting to shine under the warm moonlight reflecting light blinding the annoyed eyes belonging to the mafia man. A slouched over girl resting on the side in discomfort on the bed this time, with a white robe wrapped around the nude body.

Everything felt suffocating to sarang, even though the room was empty, lifeless and still. But something was suffocating her, as if it had a dangerous grip around her neck ready to squeeze and squeeze and squeeze…until no air was able to come through to the body.

She blames it on Haechan’s presence itself.

The man was making sure Sarang was walking on eggshells, walking on bullets or knives no matter where she steps she will get confronted and yelled at for. She feels like her life was walking on thin ice and then thinner ice in the next second.

Sarang’s thoughts went wild when her body indicated a slight intolerance to water. ‘Fuck, I need to pee.’

How will she go to the toilet though? Sarang looks down at the handcuffs, mentally cursing it. Sarang let’s out a gentle ‘fuck’ into the air realising she can’t hold it anymore.

“I need to go to the toilet.” Sarang admits loudly awaiting a word from the man, at this point she’s ready to admit that god hates her and even god can’t help her out. How does she end up in these most…embarrassing situations?

Maybe she did something wrong in her last life, surely that must be it.

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“Yah, Mr mafia.” Sarang spoke this time with stern warning, sitting up on the bed as she tugs the handcuffs to gather Haechan’s attention. “I need to pee!” Sarang complaints with a groan. She’s bursting, any second now she will willingly jump out the window or something.

Haechan groans in disbelief, he thought maybe if he blocks out Sarang’s existence he could live peacefully.

He was wrong.

“What does that have anything to do with me?” The tan man response with jibs, his laze tone laid on top of Sarang’s pleading tone now. “What do you mean? Stand up and walk with me to the toilet.”

Sarang spat as she stands up from the bed, her legs trailing to the small bathroom door on the side diagonally. Haechan not moving so Sarang was brought back roughly where she stood previously.

“No hold it in!”

“Are you crazy?!” Sarang shouts with her hand covering her lips, he did not JUST tell her to hold something she can’t control.

Haechan’s head leans back in stress, he’s never been so stressed and frustrated with someone or something this much in his life of 22 years living. And he’s a literal mafia who’s dealt with terrible and horrible people… Sarang was the worst one of them all.

“Okay I’ll pee right here then, that’s it. I cant hold it anymore.” Sarang said as he sees the woman fiddle with the hem of the robe, about to undress the body so she can do her Mother Nature business. Haechan stands up quickly, dragging Sarang to the bathroom without a spare of words.

“Do your business god dammit.” He tells, going inside the bathroom as he looks away, Sarang wasn’t expecting him to cooperate.

She looks around nervously , god why was this so humiliating? Looking down at the toilet and then back to the man who tried standing as far away as possible, not looking back at the girl.

“Why aren’t you doing anything yet?” He calls out. Sarang stuttering over the words as she sits on the toilet, looking down to the tile bathroom flooring.

Sarang gulping roughly. “Can you…not listen?”

Haechan caught on quickly, letting out a scoff. “Yah, just pee already-“

“I told you to not listen!” Sarang shouts with humiliation this time, watching Haechan flinch with slight sudden fear, he sighs out loud holding his ears shut. Well at least one ear.

The girl felt the entire body heat up all from this embarrassing, humiliating and ridiculous situation that has unfolded. The ears were bright red, her cheeks were rosey travelling up to the nose, her lips were bitten every-time Sarang felt the need to replay this damn forsaken memory.

This will haunt her forever.

Sarang would finish the business quickly as she flushed, turning to the sink where she pulls Haechan’s body accidentally, as she washed the hands deeply. The man gave a shy expression to Sarang when she turns around making eye contact to him.

She bit the bottom lip looking down. “I swear If you mention this to anyone.” Sarang mumbles coming out of the bathroom, Haechan following behind leisurely.

He slightly smirks. “Or what, will you cry?” He replied. Sarang gave him a huff where she crawls on the bed. She can’t even scream or hit the pillow without seeming effected or showing that she is bothered.

“I might actually.” Sarang admits openly with honesty. He sits on the edge of the bed, rolling eyes at the response. Seriously, the girl in his eyes is so sensitive. She should build a wall to protect herself.

The man licks the bottom lip thinking if he should say this, it might come off as comforting to her though. But his intention was to tell Sarang not to worry about this, she has other things to worry about. “Well don’t cry. I won’t speak of this situation ever. It’s embarrassing for me too Y’know. It won’t benefit me anything if i gossiped this around.” He falters as he spoke, he felt Sarang’s surprise from afar.

“Are you, perhaps comforting me?” Sarang hesitatingly and quietly said. Haechan turns to the roughed up girl with messy-ish hair, squinting eyes because she needs her glasses, a white large robe that doesn’t hug her slim fragile body well enough. His voice exclaims. “No! I’m just saying you shouldn’t worry about me spreading this around when it’s twice as embarrassing for me as it is for you.”

Sarang leans back humming. “I think you’re comforting me.”

Haechan gave her a sting eye, not only is she annoying and a smart ass, she’s now delusional! Great!

“You’re wrong.” He tells Sarang, the girl shaking her head. She’s more than confident he’s actually comforting her, surprisingly.

“You know..you saved me at the pool. Why?” Sarang murmurs, this has been on her mind a lot. Why did he save her? For what reason?

Haechan went quiet when the question came into view, the shirtless man swaying under the moonlight as his honey brown skin glows, Sarang admiring the beautiful pigment he has. The girl looks up, the mullet boy humming the response with a laid back casual tone.

“You’re a thief who stole from me, I should keep you alive and punish you right?” He remarks and Sarang’s lips part, eyeing the enteral man. “I didn’t steal—“

He looks back at her giving her a serious glare, Sarang stopping her sentence as she muffled the last words silently. “On purpose anyways..I didn’t steal on purpose.”

“That’s what they all say, girly.” Haechan motions forward where he yawns in his free unhand-cuffed wrist. Sarang watches the tired mad, yawning exactly right after him.

He lazily adds. “I’m going to bed, don’t try to pull anything, I will kill you.” He says as he shuffles right into the bedsheets like a tired baby who’s never sleep for a while. Sarang scoffs eyeing him.

“No need to threaten me im not planning to run away anytime soon.” She mutters out loud. “‘Not like I can do that anyways.” Her eyes fall to the metallic handcuffs restraints, her body slowly fell into a tired state.

Maybe I should sleep too, Sarang thought to herself before falling next to the deep sleeping man, her eyes staring at the boring white shabby broken cracks wall, those eyelids slowly fell down.

Pulling Sarang into a heavenly bliss of dreamland.

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Carmel the Church Slut

*Important Note*

The following story is 100% fiction with zero real world relevance, non-consensual sex/sexual assault or underage sex of any kind is wrong and should never be accepted. If you are considering or have committed such an offence I suggest you get serious psychiatric help.

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On the surface Carmel looked like the perfect 19 year old church going girl, she was gorgeous and radiated this energy of a “good girl” as she was beginning her career as a beauty artist. But behind the scenes she was hooking up with multiple guys, and a lot of them were black. She loved the way their bigger bodies dominated her slight Filipino frame. 

It wasn’t known to the congregation until one of the church board leaders saw her out with one of the black guys and saw her plant a kiss on him while her groped her sweet ass. He knew something had to be done. One day a he was called by the church and asked if she could stop by to help them with some things, she of course said yes. When she turned up there were three old white men from the board in the room in the back of the church, “I was told you needed some help here, what can I do?”

“We’re not the ones that need help Carmel, you are.”

Carmel looked back at the men confused, “I don’t understand.”

“David here was witness to your sinful slutty behaviour the other day, and with a black man no less!”

Carmel was shocked by what they were saying and also how blatantly racist they were being. “How dare you! Yet he is who without sin cast the first stone! You all aren’t perfect either!”

The men weren’t interested in hearing this from her, one of them stepped up to her and slapped her hard on the face causing her to double back in pain, two of the men advanced on her while another locked the door. They’d made sure the church was theirs for this time but wanted to make sure she wouldn’t be going anywhere. Carmel was down on her knees still recovering from the strike to the face, one of the men grabbed her hair. “You’re a slut Carmel and it’s time you learned where that gets you, it’s in these situations. Your going to take all our good church cock and you’re probably going to love it because that’s who you are!!”

At that comment they all pulled their pants down to reveal their hard cocks, they varied in size; one was modest, was short but actually quite fat, one was actually bigger than any she’d taken which surprised her. “On your knees like you’re praying to the lord, be ready to take our blessing in your mouth!” Carmel was sobbing now, she couldn’t believe that these men that claimed to be godly men were going to rape her. “P-please, oh god no! Please let me go! I’ll change my ways, please just stop!”

“It’s too late for that, you’re a whore now. Open your whore mouth and don’t you dare bite down!”

Somehow Carmel knew that threat was real, she opened her mouth and accepted the first short but fat cock in her mouth. He needed to squeeze and manipulate it to get it in her but he did and started thrusting himself in and out of her. Carmel sobbed as she took the old man’s penis in her mouth. He suddenly pulled out and the modest cock replaced it immediately, he followed suit using her and then discarding her for the other man. When the final man with the large cock stepped up she renewed her protests, “please it’s too big, I can’t possibly-“ but she wasn’t allowed to finish her sentence, he shoved it roughly into her mouth and thrusted so hard he went past her gag reflex and into her throat. He held it there for special effect just make it worse for her. Finally he pulled out with her coughing and gagging. 

They picked her up and put her on a table on her back, the modest sized man was the first to step. He pulled open her dress and ripped off her panties to shreds, rubbing his cock against her pussy he said, “praise Jesus!” as he thrusted into her. He fucked Carmel vigorously as she sobbed at the humiliation of the rape, unfortunately for her she also felt her pussy getting wet. She might not have been enjoying it but her body was starting to betray her, it liked getting treated like a slut. When the other two men stood side by side at her head with one shoving his cock in her mouth and the other using her hand to jerk him she let out a moan of pleasure. The man using her mouth laughed, “see Carmel, you’re a whore. You like men treating you like this!” She couldn’t denying it it was turning her on, despite that she didn’t like she was getting treated like this. 

The man fucking her pussy began grunting like an animal, his balls were ready to explode in her. “FUCK YEAH CARMEL, HERE COMES YOUR FIRST LOAD!!!” Just as he was about to shoot his cum in her he pulled out and went around to her face, the other men were ready for this, they pointed her pretty face at his cock as the streams of cum shot onto her pretty Asian face. Carmel sobbed as the cum shot into her eyes, onto her nose, and coated her pretty lips. He then poked his cock into her mouth and instinctively she sucked on him. The man with the fat cock was already positioned and fucking her pussy, he wanted to see her tits bounce. With his cock inside of her he tore her dress revealing her bra, he then pulled her tits over her bra so they would bounce like the white she was. He groped them hard as he fucked her moist pussy, bending over and sucking on them. He was so turned on by his beauty he knew he wasn’t going to last long. With his body thrusting with extra vigour he let out a cry and pulled out at the last minute shooting his load onto her tits, he manoeuvred himself so that he could use them to fit fuck his last squirts of cum. 

The last, and largest man stepped up. “Time for the big show baby!” He shoved his large meat into her, “ahhhhhhh, oh my got it’s too big, be gentle please!!!”

“Haha be gentle?! I don’t think so, you’re gonna take my cock hard and fast. It’s what Jesus would want!!!”

He grabbed her hips and thrusted harder into her hitting her cervix as he got deep and hard into her. Carmel couldn’t help but be turned on by being treated so badly, it was like pain and pleasure mixing at once. She moaned like the whore she was told she was as the man’s large coco invaded her pussy. 

The man groped her cum stained tits, got her sucking on his fingers, and even wrapped his hand around her throat choking her a little every bit of abused turned her on more. She couldn’t help it, “oh my god, oh my god, oh my gooooooooooood!!!!” She yelled out as she felt her orgasm coming, this sent the man into a frenzy fucking her even harder and grunting as his balls felt ready to explode! “FUCK YES CARMEL!!!! WE’RE CUMMING TOGETHER!!!!” He yelled as he pulled out and shot his load onto her face, she moaned as the cum dropped on her forehead, he cheeks, and into her mouth. Once her was satisfied he scooped all the excess cum on her face from both men and dropped it into her mouth, she sucked his finger clean of it all. 

“Mmmmm good girl, swallow our cum!”

Carmel laid on the table exhausted and confused, she was both humiliated and at the same time incredibly turned on. She’d never cum that hard with any of the men she’d been with. Her dress was ruined so they took it off her and gave her one from the church donation bin, she wiped the cum off her face and body but could still smell the stench of sex. It actually made her want more. 

“Now Carmel, we can renew this relationship regularly if you would like. We would be glad to continue what we have started today, or you can change and be a good church girl and keep your legs shut. The choice is yours.”

As Carmel left, her pussy still wet, she couldn’t help but think being a good girl was overrated anyway. 

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