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suguruplsr · 3 months

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“IM THE WEEKEND”

— slimy men who fuck young women. who cares about the ring on their finger? surely not them. it’s just a one time thing.. every week.

w/ geto suguru, kong shiu, fushiguro toji

,, x black fem!reader , infidelity , warnings by the names <3

“You take Wednesday, Thursday

Then just send him my way

Think I got it covered for the weekend” — SZA, The Weekend

Friday w/ Suguru

— face riding , use of pet names

sweet lies in exchange for an even sweeter pussy. that’s all there is to it, suguru thinks. telling his wife he works later on fridays, “to get more work done”, only to get home in the depths of early morning. walking past the food left out on the table for him and preparing for a long shower to, hopefully, wash off all the markings on his back.

but he can’t care all too much about his infidelity when he’s pulled into the threshold of your house. talks about your day disappearing between your lips when he’s pushed onto the cushion of your couch. and it wasn’t long until he was in his favorite place. underneath you. big brown thighs wrapped around his face with a hand tugging his hair.

“s’so good sugu..” you whine, biting your lip softly as suguru’s tongue traverses along your folds. the muscle was finding discoveries of the world of your pussy with the way he flicks it. “yea? keep movin’ baby.” suguru groans, his hand around your thigh moving up to your waist, squeezing the plush and guiding you to move your hips in rotation. “o-okay.. kinda tired.” you steady yourself, moving your hand from his hair, pressing the brown cushion as you slowly begin to move your hips in the way he guides you. suguru kisses your clit before pressing his tongue flat to your folds, letting you get off onto it on your own with his eyes closed in content. the gummy lips push against his pink muscle, his tongue slipping between the folds and gaining the taste of your juices. his dick twitches inside his business slacks, the pure taste of your ready cunt has him eager for what’s to come.

pun intended <3

Saturday w/ Shiu

— public sex (light) , use of pet names

partying with his friends might’ve become an overused excuse for shiu. considering the constant dings of his phone and the way his wife would let out an exaggerated sigh when he mentions the “scheduled” get together. but he’s too lazy to think up something new when he knows she’s sleeping with his co-worker. it’s fine as long as he gets to keep seeing the cute pastry girl down the street. the same woman he has bent over the counter of her own establishment. last customer perks of course.

you grip the wooden counter tightly, fingers surely to cramp later, as shiu holds onto your waist, fucking you into the table with harsh thrusts, but not enough to knock down the props of food that sat on it “s-slow down! someone might see!” you cry out, looking at the glass windows that would clearly display your shameless act to passersby, who you hope won’t look in. “not sure that’s g’nna change anything sweetheart. dont’cha got a sign up? we’ll be fineeee.” shiu drawls, not caring too much for your worries and admiring the skin of your back. your melanin glowed under the yellow lights, adorned with pretty yellow panties that were hidden under your cute green ruffle dress that had long fallen to the floor.

he switches to a slower pace, his dick sliding through you sluggishly to feel every ridge within you that would surely get ruined. you huffed, bringing a hand behind you, feeling the skin of his stomach and pushing, “nuh uh! please? we can just go in the back..” you’re reduced to a deep sigh as he fills you up to the hilt with his cock, a low “thoughtful” hum leaving him while he massages your plump ass with one hand, the other gripping your wrist.

“shh, the quicker you cum, the faster we’ll leave. be good f’me and take it like you always do.”

Sunday w/ Toji

— hair gripping , face fucking , use of pet names , teacher x parent , reader wears glasses (like me!)

Toji can’t care too much to give a fuck about his wife’s yelling when she sees the random pairs of panties and bras around his house. not like he actually wants to be with her. just a few more months with that tramp, then his family will be off his back about marriage. until then, he’ll keep messing around with megumi’s teacher, she’s a good woman. especially on her knees..

“y’know.. gumi was reallyyy bummed about that score friday, m’sure a sweet thing like you could just bump up his grade.” toji snickers, watching you roll your eyes, fed up with his weekly saying. but no doubt about it, his son’s a perfectionist. way different from his father. toji unconsciously licks his lips as you kiss the tip of his dick before you're forced to take it between those glossy lips of yours, his large hand holding your box braids into a ponytail, carefully of course.

his pockets are not in shape for another $300 withdraw.

“mm mm, can��t—“ you try to speak with the girth in your mouth, glasses tilting down your nose as he eased himself into the wet cavern of your mouth. eventually, your eyes start to water with the strain, closing them tight. “relax y’r throat sweetie — that’s a good girl.” toji grins, taking away the eye glasses, closing them and placing them on your desk. spit and saliva leave a nice sheen along his cock as he begins to fuck your face. “now what was that? riight, the grade, i’m sure you’ll re-think it after i cum down this fuckin’ throat.”

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ssparksflyy · 5 months

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piper mclean dating hcs !

pairing : piper mclean x gn!reader warnings : grammar and speling mistakes, cursing ( whoops ! ) a/n : ty soooo much for all the love on my percy hcs <3 im currently working on a small annabeth fic that i keep putting off.. yikes. i want to try and update atleast once each week, but pls forgive mee, my family's got a busy schedule, and finals r coming up </3 also IK IK piper's aesthetic isn't too beach-y, but, i adore aphrodite's semi-connection with the ocean so pls forgive me (again, wow second time in one a/n)

piper mclean ily pls marry me

piper is SUCH a sweetie to u <33

that sounded weird- sweetie? is it sweetie? idk

this girl LOVES to spoil u

we all know she's loaded af bcs of her dad

and girlie just adores spending money on things she loves

( aka you )

piper doesn't gaf about the thousands of times you've told her that it really wasn't necessary, and she didn't have to get you anything

she'll do it anyway cause she knows you'll give her a big ol' kiss right after <33

of course, piper'll buy you things that she knows you like or have had you eye on

but she'll also buy you things that'll remind you of her

allow me to explain

say, you don't like hello kitty / it just isn't something you pay attention to

( everybody moved on, i stayed there. page 5. annabeth's pov. mark of athena. "today she was dressed in tattered jeans, worn out sneakers, and a white tank top with pink hello kitty designs." dont play w me )

anyway, say you don't like hello kitty, piper'll still buy you like a tiny plushie or keychain that u can carry wherever, and it'll remind you of her

she also buys herself things that u like, so she can also get reminded of u !

speaking of buying things, piper has all of your favorite colors ( ur lying if u say u only have one ), favorite snacks, fast food orders, and alllll of your preferences down and memorized in her brain

but just in case she also has them down on a small notepad she carries in her bag

movin on, piper adores kissing you omg

she's always peppering you face with quick little kisses

nd then when she stops, she'll just stand there, leaning her cheek towards you bcs she wants kisses too

piper'll kiss you at the most random times

lets be real this girl does not give 2 fucks about pda, she's with her #1, got a problem with it?

so she'll just sneak up behind you, spin you around nd give u a kiss

she's so cute i love her

now

say you were a little nervous about dating piper, bcs yk, many children of aphrodite want their rite of passage, nd she can charmspeak

piper will literally do anything it take for u to trust her completely

i don't think she'd exactly be hurt if u didn't trust her completely in the beginning of your relationship, like, she gets it, but she'd still want to try and solve that asap

she'd literally never use her charmspeak on you unless she HAS to

like say you were gonna do something really stupid that could hurt you

example a : stealing a blue cookie from percy

( idfk bro )

girl would tell you to either put it back or dispose of all evidence befor eyou get smacked in the face with a hurricane

she's js looking out for u ya know

piper's hav hobby is spending time with you

if you tell her that's not a hobby she'll straight up pull out her claim evidence and reasoning

( can u tell english is kicking my ass rn )

she loves cuddling in the aphrodite cabin, as a way to be like "HAH yall wish you could have thisss" to her jerk siblings *cough* DREW

piper likes trying different things, i feel like she'd be really crafty ngl

like she'll LOVE making matching frinedship bracelets for u

and im talking like NICE ones like she's got soo many beads omg

js an example ^^

and ofc she'll want to teach u how to make fancy wavy ones yk

her love language is definitely quality time fight me

in summary, if ur looking for a hot, adorable, trustworthy, affectionate, caring, sweet, spoils u, mrs. treat ! you ! right! , piper's the one for youuuuu !!

a/n pt. 2 : hii! hope u enjoyed this but omg i feel like its kinda short and all i did was ramble abt random stuff in this one ahhh srry

ALSO tumblr WHY won't you let me do a little heart like how much pain would it CAUSE YOU someone make a petition pls

once again, lmk if u want a part 2 to this! currently working on an annabeth fic but after that i think i'll cook up some more percy hcs

speaking of percy, once again again, TYSM for all the love on that, tbh, i thought it was gonna flop but then tumblr was all like "holy moly ssparksflyy! you've reached 100 likes!" and i was like WHAT anyway ilysm and ty for listening to me yap <3

thats all for now! wishing u a wonderful day / night !

peace from manhattan,

percy jackson

#percy jackson #piper mclean #piper mclean x reader #pjo #percy jackson x reader #hoo x reader #heroes of olympus x reader #piper mclean hcs #by bells ♡⋆ ࣪.

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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Let the Right One In

“To labor and toil as we harvest the coals, we silently pray Lord please harvest our souls.”

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,372

Synopsis: Down in the holler the women work with dark entities. The mining company employs them to keep the coal flowing. Therein lies the problem, two souls that want to break the wheel.

Tags: Historical!Au, Mining!Au, Southern Gothic/Folk Horror, v!fingering, pnv!sex, loss of virginity, mention of rituals and dark magic, innocence kink, no one is particularly a saint, Bucky is losing it, southern twang

A/N: This is part 1/2 Can you tell I love supernatural/paranormal stuff? On my country bullshit HONK HONK LETS GO SOUTHERN UNITED STATES SKEE *truck noises* YEE where I totally am NOT from help pls

West Virginia, 1883

The last thing Bucky remembered was shouts, a bright light, and burning hot fire. That’s what the young woman gathered from his clouded mind. She tucked a dark strand of hair behind his ear, eyes roaming over his scruffy face. A voice came from behind.

“Are you just going to stare at him all day or put the salve on?”

The girl frowned, turning back to face her mother. She was a grim woman with a stern face and austere clothing. The elder had taught her daughter everything she knew. The same as every female in the family did, keeping that secret magic alive. Magic that kept the crops blooming and the miners back from the afterlife. Whispers at night were the only talk of the strange women in the holler.

That’s how the young miner missing an arm ended up in their care. His sister Rebecca had appeared in the morn, crying and begging to bring her brother back. They had no source of income besides the dutiful brother, their father dead of blackened lungs. Your mother had warned the girl of the powers that she was begging for, but Becca carried him relentlessly forward on shaking legs. She said the foreman told her to bring ‘Bucky’ to the dark holler.

The ritual to keep his life force on this plane had taxed the small coven. A dark energy swirled around Bucky. His soul was blindingly strong but held together precariously. That always attracted the leeches dwelling deep in the mountains, soaking in those coal seams. Her mother and the others dabbled with those dark creatures, but she tried to stay away, wanted to keep the people they helped away too.

The witch knew those eldritch malevolent things were much more powerful than the average forest spirit.

“Fine. He’ll leave eventually. They always do, y’know.”

The young woman bitterly replied, “I know. S’nice to look. He seems…good.”

“Do you want to keep him?”

She really, really did. But she couldn’t.

“No, his family needs ‘im.”

She dusted off her dress and got up to grab the salve for the mess of Bucky’s left shoulder. It had been blown off in that horrible accident at the Howling Commando coal mine. It had taken 15 lives so far. Another man laid broken in the neighboring witch’s house. Sam was his name.

Slowly the woman worked the poultice into the scarred flesh, watching his unconscious face for any discomfort. He’d need a binding ritual to receive another arm. The company would pay for them sometimes. Workers already proficient aided with a supernaturally strong arm or other appendage were quite popular with them.

They provided the materials, the witches would commune with the powers. It didn’t take much, most of the overseer business lacked a soul anyways. The man grunted in pain under her fingers, she stilled with wide eyes. Backing away cautiously, her gaze kept focused on him.

Blue eyes groggily blinked open. She bit at her lip in anticipation of the wave of emotion. He looked around before registering the pain. Then the lack of an arm. A wounded noise left Bucky. He gasped, “What?” Struggling to sit up he cried again in pain.

“Stop- please stop movin’ it’ll make it worse,” she begged.

“What the hell is going on?,” he half-sobbed. His eyes kept flickering to the ruined stump of what was an arm— like if he looked again it might magically reappear. The daughter spoke, “Your sister Becca brought you here. We’re helpin’ out. M’sorry bout that accident of yours.”

Bucky flopped his head back with a weak groan. Tears fell down his scruffy cheeks. He sobbed softly, right hand holding the ruin of his shoulder. She felt her heart go out to his confusion and pain. The witch padded closer, sitting back down on the chair next to the cot. Bucky rasped half to himself, “What am I goin’ to do? Ain’t worth a damn.”

“The company is helpin’ out. Said you’re an invaluable worker.”

Skeptical eyes met her own softened orbs. He growled, “Company put me out here with you witches? Same shit they did to Steve and the others, I reckon.” Bucky looked at the wooden ceiling, a painful sob tearing from his chest again, mournful prayers leaving his lips.

She remembered Steve. Came in a bag of bones and a stones throw from death, came out full of muscle and strength. He was a sweet soul, somehow uncorrupted by the ritual. She worried about Bucky surrounded by inherent darkness— the same she carried.

“I’m sorry,” she offered again, eyes low.

“When do I get the arm?,” he asked hoarsely.

“Next full moon. Couple’a days.”

Bucky’s sobs had quieted down to tears again, eyes glossy with shock. The witch frowned again, unsure of what to say. She didn’t get to talk to the other sex much. Her mother never mentioned a father, shunning men unless they had a purpose. The zombie-like creatures at their beckoning didn’t count.

The best she could come up with was grabbing his big hand, squeezing it. Icy eyes flickered to the woman, his dark brows furrowed. He managed, “You’re more different than I expected.” She stared on with doe eyes.

Bucky would’ve chased her tail around town, laid it on thick before. He elaborated, “Always was told you witches were these hags up in the hollers.”

“My momma is one of ‘em,” she deadpanned.

Bucky laughed at that, the reaction deliriously bubbling out of him. The witch by his side sure was pretty but mighty strange. Hell, he might as well make the best of the worst. Slaving away in the mines for the company and the devil was his reality. She murmured, “I don’t like those rituals, they take a little piece of ya.”

“A big piece a’me is gone, little witch.”

Her hand grabbed his tighter, a pink tongue nervously darting against soft lips. She urged, “Jus’ do me a favor and don’t let ‘em in. Ever.” Bucky had an inkling of what she meant and nodded along. He didn’t want to think about that, instead wondering how the woman’s hair would feel against his skin. The throbbing pain of his shoulder was easing up a bit, some cool substance covered the area.

“What’s your name?,” Bucky asked.

She shook her head, declining the miner an answer.

“Call me what you wish, but I can’t do that. M’sorry,” she apologized again. Bucky pondered over a name, surveying the witch intensely. She blushed and stared down at her lap. He figured she didn’t speak up much for herself, baring her sweet neck at the slightest provocation. Like a little shy bunny.

“Bunny,” he said.

Her mouth fell open, a blush high on her cheeks. Bucky liked that look. He continued, “You remind me of a sweet lil’ bunny. Cute as one too.” Her grip on him faltered. She muttered, “Don’t let my momma catch you callin’ me that. But I like it.”

A screech echoed from outside, Bucky’s newly christened bunny bolting upright. She pressed an urgent peck to his cheek and hurried out the room, sounds of wood creaking after.

Bucky laid in the cot, pondering his reality and the pretty witch accompanying it. He just wanted his arm back, not the twisted silvery shit he’d get. He saw the hollow looks in their eyes when they returned to the mine. They rarely spoke, worked to the bone, and ambled out as if in a daze. Steve was the only one he’d seen who seemed fine. But he didn’t get a new appendage, instead a new body. Stevie was too pure.

Maybe he’d fuck the little bunny as a last laugh before his soul was sucked out. She seemed interested enough, he could almost see her trembling to get closer. Bucky would make her scream, poor bunny probably never even been touched right. He’d show them.

Bucky hated his inability to barely move, worn out from the slightest movement. His bunny later explained it was from being brought back so close to death. She took care of him, feeding Bucky and tending to his wound. He’d met her mother since, the woman glaring at him and warning him to be good.

The haggard mother kept away for the most part, Bunny had mentioned she led the coven of witches and was often busy. Bucky considered it perfect for when he defiled the innocent thing. He enjoyed the caretaking in the meantime, never receiving anything like that in his cold life. She was very attentive and a good listener.

A day away from the ritual Bucky asked, “Ya got a straight razor around here bunny?” She was mashing ingredients up with a pestle across the room. The mother was gathering energy in the forest from what he’d heard, garnering him to take action. The woman hummed, “I think so, why?” Bucky rasped, “Need a shave, face is itchin’. A bath too if ya got it.”

Her breath hitched. Carefully she put down the mortar. Silently she stepped to a drawer and pulled out a razor. Bunny said, “I’ll have to boil water. Think you can get into a tub?” Bucky joked, “I think I’d jump into one if I could.” Her pretty lips quirked into a smile and she disappeared.

Bucky began to grow restless at her lack of presence. He shifted into an upright position, wincing at the pain in his shoulder. The miner stretched the best he could, the bones in his back grinding and popping. He was exhausted from the haul up, feeling his eyelids slip. Bucky felt himself doze, unable to stop the descent.

When he woke again he felt warm, glancing around for the reason why. Bucky dimly registered he was in a tub now, his remaining arm gripping at the side to tether him. His eyes wildly darted around for another person. He noted that his growing scruff was shaved.

“Shh, s’fine, I’ve got you,” she soothed.

A small hand caressed his mottled shoulder, Bucky feeling better with her presence guarding his weakened side. He cocked his head to look at the witch, a slight smile gracing Bucky’s features. She held some soap in her other hand, a rag hanging on the edge of the tin tub. He had many questions on how he ended up here but decided to ignore it. Probably for the best.

Silent as always his bunny lathered up the rag and rubbed circles on his sore skin. She made sure to get his torso thoroughly, face schooled into single-minded focus. Bucky sighed at the feeling, heat spreading under his skin. As the rag neared his thighs, he couldn’t help but swell at the touch.

Bucky could easily excuse this to corrupt her. He found himself saying anyways, “Ah- bunny, you may need to stop yourself.”

“Why?”

He huffed a laugh at her innocent response. She frowned in confusion— the look marring fine features. Her hand grazed against his length under the water, a little ‘oh’ filling the awkward silence. Bucky murmured, “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” He held her gaze with a molten look, lips quirking into a smirk.

“Buck,” she blushed and turned her head, “Do y’find me pretty or somethin’?”

The woman chewed at her lip nervously, quite overwhelmed with it all. Bucky drawled, “I think you could feel it for yourself, bun.” She glanced up, an eager look flitting across her face. Bucky laid it on, “Course I find you pretty. Prettiest thing I’ve seen in West Virginia.”

This usually was his hook, line, and sinker for the ladies. Bucky threw on a charming grin to seal the deal. The little witch trembled, faltering over a response. Her hand rested dangerously close to his cock.

“I want you. Please,” she whimpered. Her eyes were watery with need while hands wracked with shakes. Bucky beckoned her closer, the woman dropping to her knees, hand still so close to where he needed it most. His cock throbbed with blood, swelling painfully so.

He puffed against her lips, his blue eyes almost blackened by inky pupils. She whimpered softly, lips grazing Bucky’s own. He closed the minuscule gap sealing their mouths together with a feather-light kiss. His little bunny’s hand gripped at his thigh in an attempt to tether herself from floating into the ether.

Bucky led the way with insistent presses of his lips, his only hand holding her soft cheek. She gasped into his warm mouth, opening up like one of those morning glory flowers curled on the path to the mine. The man tenderly coaxed her lips into an lazy dance, soaking in her sweet scent and taste.

She shyly pressed her forehead against his own, eyes fluttering in pleasure. The brunette deepened the kiss— gently sliding his tongue across her own wet muscle. She cried softly, Bucky swallowing the sound with another greedy lick. His thumb slid across the witch’s skin, sending goosebumps down her arms.

Slick smacks and her beautiful noises swam in his head. Bucky was utterly intoxicated by the innocent eagerness, seeping into his flushing veins. He wanted to consume her wholly, never in a way he’d felt before. A dark thought slid from the sap in his skull— Probably put a spell on you, young blood.

Bucky didn’t care. Nothing mattered anymore except defiling this paragon of purity surrounded by vast darkness. Where he’d soon reside after the ritual.

He drawled against her swollen lips, “Get in with me, Bun, c’mon sweetness.”

Her lithe fingers frantically unbuttoned her plaid top, Bucky holding the woman’s mouth hostage. She whined his name— breasts exposed to the chilly air. She undid her skirt and petticoat to his gaze, shivering under the intensity. Bucky wished to something higher up that he had his other hand to feel her.

The little witch murmured against his insistent maw, “Do I please you?”

He drew back to drink in her body, glowing with something he couldn’t name. Bucky thumbed at a pebbled nipple, rumbling out, “More than pleasing me, c’mon now bunny.” Her breath hitched, a flush deepening her skin. She climbed into the tin tub, crying out when her sensitive cunt pressed flush against Bucky’s desire.

Bucky nuzzled her neck and murmured, “Y’feel how much ya please me?” His bunny jerked her head in a semblance of a nod, struck by the onslaught of new sensation. The man rubbed his nose against hers, his hand running down her belly and hips. She keened his name, eyes fluttering helplessly.

“Ya gonna let me touch your pretty pussy, Bunny?,” Bucky groaned filthily in her ear.

“P-please Buck,” the girl in his lap begged.

She steadied herself with hands on his shoulders, cautious of the left side. Bucky didn’t feel as much pain from it— sometimes a burning itch or dull throbs. He grinned as his fingers slipped against her slit, feeling the collected slick even in the water. Bucky’s cock jumped at her thighs trembling in response.

She seized his lips again with a desperate whine, pressing her tits against his own muscled chest. The miner circled his thumb around her clit a couple of times, testing the waters with one finger sliding into her heat. He swore, “Fuck bunny- you’re tight.” Bucky could cum from her virgin cunt sheathed around his one digit.

He eased the single finger in and out, eyes checking her own for pain. She seemed dazed, full lashes sweeping over her cheeks, puffy lips lax and wet. Bucky crooked up into her sweet spot, groaning softly at her warbling yelp. She squirmed in his lap, bumping his rigid cock with another wrecked cry.

Bucky slid another finger in, aiming to stretch her out now. Regardless she’d be a tight fit, he knew that much. He scissored his fingers with practiced ease, enjoying her needy lips mouthing against his neck. She shivered and mewled, “Another, ‘nother one Buck.”

Who would James Buchanan Barnes Jr. be if he declined the beautiful bunny in front of him? He cooed, “Such a nice bun takin’ my fingers like that.”

“Mmh, yes, wanna be good,” she rambled.

Bucky reverently watched her writhe and sniffle at the third finger forced it’s way in. He swore again at the tight fit, pausing to gather himself from shoving his cock in her pussy like a rabid dog. Bucky mumbled, “You’re a real prize, y’know that?” She blinked and hid blushing cheeks. Apparently that was one compliment too far.

He pumped his fingers a few more times and asked softly, “Y’ready for it? Want me to fill ya up?” His bunny nodded and rolled her hips in agreement, whining at the loss of the brunette’s digits. The witch nestled her forehead into the crook of Bucky’s neck. He stopped and chided, “Look at me. I wanna see you.”

She focused on him.

Bucky guided his cock into her virgin cunt, his chest filling with warmth at the press. She bit off a cry, teeth clamping down on her full bottom lip. Bucky groaned, stretching her inch by agonizing inch. She whimpered in pain, a heartbreaking little cry of his name. Bucky shushed her, rubbing comforting circles on her tightened back.

“Easy now, you’re doing okay, it’ll stop pinchin’,” Bucky promised, “Gonna make ya feel s’good bunny.” He slipped his hand back to her pussy, thumbing gentle circles into her clit. Her pained whimpers subsided, a minute roll of plush hips made Bucky see stars. The witch panted, forcing herself up and down.

Bucky tried to slow her roll but she shook her head and kept it up, back arching in blooming pleasure. He rasped, “Y’sure?”

“Mhm, yes!”

Bucky rolled his hips up, canting his cock into her slick heat. He moaned deep in his throat at the impossible squeeze, balls already beginning to draw up in anticipation. Bucky thrusted faster, aiming for her sweet spot. Sharp teeth latched onto his shoulder when he made contact— her yelling into the thick muscle.

The water sloshed and rolled at their racing movements. Bucky couldn’t help but groan, “S’good bunny don’t stop.” She cried, “Never- y’feel so damn good.” He breathed into her ear teasingly, “Yeah? How I feel?” He roughly drug his cock against her walls with a grin.

She shivered and mewled, “So full, so big Buck.”

The witch’s tight heat pulsed around his thick cock in waves, her noises growing higher and higher. She tossed her head back, giving Bucky the ride of his damned life. His bunny babbled, “Oh fuck- oh my, my, you’re perfect.” Her glinting teeth were tinged with his blood, making him even harder.

A voice echoed in his head, “Serve her. Make her your goddess, yes, yes!”

Pleasure surged through Bucky’s veins. He pinched at her clit with a ragged wheeze, feeling himself come unraveled. She fared no better, pretty tears on her cheeks. Bucky begged, “C’mon baby, c’mon and cum on me please sweetheart.” She nodded in agreement, biting down on his bruising skin to hide the wailing.

With a burst of colors behind the brunettes eyes, she seized with a hiccup, milking his dick at the same time. His bunny gasped and writhed around him, whimpering his name. Bucky moaned deeply, pulling out and finishing in the water with milky blooms. He held her close as he could, laving at her salty skin.

“Aw hell,” she whispered, wide eyes and heavy pants.

“Nah bunny, s’perfect,” Bucky slurred.

She traced the familiar symbol into his neck with a shaky finger, hoping something would click. With a sigh she murmured, “C’mon. Need’ta clean you up ‘fore mama gets back.” She felt hollow now, just wanting to rest in his arms. Bucky was the same mindset but kept his mouth shut. Reality of what was to occur was hitting him like a ton of coal.

After resting from the exhausting climb from the tin tub, his eyes flickered open to the moonlit room. No one was in the cabin anymore— only her sweet scent lingering in the air. Bucky’s blues caught on a shiny reflection. On the wooden table sat a silvery arm. One with a horrific red star stamped on the shoulder. He was suddenly very scared.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #marvel fanfic #historical au #Bucky barnes x reader #witch!reader

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mephinomaly · 5 months

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[TL] BIOHAZARD/Chapter 10

[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]

Kaoru: So to sum up, everything’s Sakuma-san’s fault.

Rei: Eh~? Yupyup, everything’s lil’ ol’ me’s fault~♪

Rei: My attitude was so bad!?

Koga: Even now I get fooled by the old man shit you do, but your manners 'n attitude are still bad sometimes.

Puttin’ yer feet up on desks, takin’ life easy.

Rei: Ritsu also does that. Isn’t that nice, brothers having the same habits ♪ We’re such good friends ♪ Doesn’t that make for a heartwarming story?

Koga: True. Ricchii sometimes kicks me ‘n goes ‘move out the way’.

Rei: I suppose since we are rather high ranking amongst our relatives, there is no-one to scold us for such rude behaviour.

Koga: Hmph. You're way too soft on him. You’re suppose t’be his older brother yet you can’t even tell him off.

Adonis: Shh. There’s something that seems interesting is about to happen.

Kaoru: After that Deadmanz live the other day, Sakuma-san fled overseas without even saying a word to anyone—

Rei: When work calls. I’d rather focus on doin’ stuff overseas.

Kaoru: That’s all good and all but you left all your devotees here and they started acting out.

Keito: Devotees?

Koga: W-What you lookin’ at me for?

Kaoru: Ahaha. At the live, Sakuma-san brought all of his delinquent friends with him.

Rei: Ah right. Well, that’s just how things go. So, what’s the problem?

Kaoru: The problem is, there seems to have been a bit of a misunderstanding.

They all think they're friends with superstar Sakuma Rei who’s recognised globally.

Rei: Uhuh–

Kaoru: And those who got too invested in the whole thing started calling themselves ‘vampires’. They keep ordering food and leaving without paying, and generally being nuisances.

Saying things like “We’re the disciples of Sakuma Rei, we’re so cool! Let’s not hold back!”

I just wanna know– are you making them do all of this, Sakuma-san?

The ones that call themselves ‘vampires’ say “if you’ve got a complaint, tell it to our boss Sakuma Rei!”

Rei: Are you stupid? What do I gain by makin’ them do shit like that? They’re just morons who’ve got the wrong idea ‘n are doin’ whatever they want.

They’re attention whores tryna ride on my coattails…Haa, this whole thing is weirder than I thought it was.

Kaoru: I thought as much. Those guys are just like vampires; they gather other delinquents and introduce them into the group. It’s pretty obvious.

Based on the size and their vibes, they’re like those groups of hooligans who all wore the same colours.[1]

If people are eating without paying, and hanging around the front of the store acting violently, it’s bad for business. We’re already going through a recession, we don’t need anything else adding to it.

I get it. It’s the whole “it’s your own responsibility” thing, right?

You cause them all to do this, so you should be the one to do something about it, right? Just to be safe, I’ve spoken to some nearby shops and prepared a reward.

By the way. I’m the one telling you this because we go to the same school, but I’d like to think other people around this place agree with me.

Of course, if push comes to shove, I’ll call the police. A lot of the parents of kids that go to Yumenosaki are influential people—

–so I don’t know if the police will actually do anything.

I’d prefer it if you guys could sort it out for me.

Could you ‘exterminate’ those ‘vampires’ for me? ♪

Rei: Ahaha. Might jus’ be a coincidence, but I never thought I’d be out here actin’ like Van Helsing.

Keito: If anything, you’re more like Count Dracula.

Rei: …Welp, I get what you mean. I thought that's how it would go down so I’ve been a bit proactive.

Look. Poor thing, to be left alone like this, but here's the guy behind it all.

Adonis: ...

Keito: That doesn’t make sense. What do you mean it was Otogari?

Rei: This guy’s the boss of the ‘vampires’.

To make a Count Draculua reference, you use a wooden stake to the heart to stop him movin’, ‘n cut his head off t’kill ‘im.

And it’ll be this guy’s head we’ll be cuttin’.

So basically, if we deal with him, everythin’ will be right as rain. Simple, ain’t it ♪

Adonis: ...

[ ☆ ]

he says カラーギャング or ‘color gang’, which were groups of hoodlums whose members all wear clothes in the same colour. Its associated with Ikebukuro in the late 1990s

Chapter 9

Chapter 11

#ensemble stars #enstars #translation #kaoru hakaze #koga oogami #rei sakuma #adonis otogari #keito hasumi #undead climax #biohazard

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tothestarswithye · 6 months

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Ring ring… Ring ring…

SpearicalDee has joined your call.

[🍰] “HI BANDEEEEEE!!!”

[🔷] “AAK! OW- um, g-gimme a sec-”

[🍰] “Huh?”

[🔷] “Just… there, okay. Sorry, had my volume up too high.”

[🍰] “Oh, sorry! But anyway haiiiiiii!!”

[🔷] “Heheh, hi Kirby! Whatcha calling for?

[🍰] “Oh I just wanted to-”

SirMetaKnight has joined your call.

[🦇] “Kirby, what is the issue? Are you under attack?”

[🍰] “Huh? Wha- no! There’s no attack!”

[🦇] “Ah. Never mind then.”

SirMetaKnight has left your call.

[🍰] “HEY!! You get back here Mr. knight man!”

[🔷] *Sigh* “And there he goes…”

[🍰] “Uuuugh, whyyy does he always do this?”

[🔷] “Probably because of that one time you actually were in danger and called him. Now he’s gonna freak out every time.”

[🍰] “Hey, that was only cause I got stuck! He knows I can handle myself- Or do I gotta beat him up in the coliseum again? >:)”

[🔷] “...Maybe.” *Giggle*

NumbahOne1King has joined your call.

[🔷] “Oh! Great King!”

[🍰] “Haaiiiii!”

[👑] “Heheheh! Well if it isn’t my two favorite pipsqueaks! What’s goin’ on in here?”

[🍰] “Oh, I just wanted to chat with you all! But Meeeta left when it wasn’t important!”

[👑] “HAH! Always the party pooper.”

[🍰] “I’m gonna drag him back in, though!”

[👑] “Go get ‘im, tiger. Anyway! What’ve y’all been up to?”

[🔷] “Just training more with my spear on my end, sire!”

[🍰] “I went on a picnic with Adeline and Ribbon! They brought the beeeeest cookies ever, and we drew a bunch of pictures together! Oh, and Magalor took me and Elfilin on a trip ‘round the galaxy! We got to see a bunch of stars and planets!”

[👑] “Sounds exciting!”

[🍰] “Yeah! ‘Lin was a bit nervous about getting on the Lor, but Mags managed to talk ‘em into it. They actually ended up talking about their shared experiences of getting uh, absorbed and stuff.”

[🔷] “Oh jeez, hope that didn’t end up too dark…”

[🍰] “Ehh, I tried to not listen in too much. They were both happy by the end of it, though!

[👑] “That’s good at least.”

[🍰] “Hmmm, so how about you Dedede?”

[👑] “Right! Well, I’ve been working on sorting out my Dee’s. Y’know, figuring out which ones are staying in the other world, helping the rest that are coming back- And! Some of the beast pack wants to move to Popstar, so I gotta supervise that too.”

[🔷] “Woah. Do you need more assistance with that, sire?”

[👑] “Nah, most of it’s done by now. Little Elfilin’s been a big help with all of the movin’ people around.

[🍰] “Woooo! Go ‘Lin-lin!”

[👑] “They've been doing so much it makes me feel bad, especially after what I did to ‘em before.”

[🍰] “That’s-”

[👑] “I know it’s not my fault, kid. But it was still my hands, so it feels kinda wrong that they’re the one helping me now.

[🍰] “Hey, you still-”

[👑] “You of all people have no right to argue with me here, ya puffball”

[🍰] “...”

[🔷] *Giggle*

[🍰] *Gasp* “Traitor!”

[🔷&👑] *Laughter*

[🍰] *Grumble*

[👑] “Ah, chin up kiddo.”

[🍰] *Pbbbtht*

[👑] *Scoff* “Oh you are so getting noogied next time I see ya!”

SirMetaKnight has joined your call.

[🦇] “You can stop spam-messaging me now, Kirby”

[🍰] *Gasp* “METAAAAAAAAAA!!”

[🔷] “Hello again Sir Meta Knight!”

[👑] “‘Sup.”

[🦇] “Ah, hello to you two as well.”

[👑] “Heard you ditched when ya found out you weren’t needed, hahah!”

[🦇] “I was in the middle of something, but now I am free.”

[🔷] “It’s good to see- er, hear you regardless, sir!”

[🦇] “You as well, Bandana. How has your training been coming along?”

[🔷] “Really good! I’ve been working on going higher and faster with my spear-copter, it’s really fun!”

[🦇] “Good. And how about that blocking method I showed you?”

[🔷] “Oh yeah, Kirby’s helped me with practicing that!”

[🍰] “Mhm!”

[🦇] “Very good you two.”

[👑] “Heh, seems we’ve all been a bunch of busy bees!”

[🦇] “Truly. I trust that you have been training as well, sire?”

[👑] “Wh- Why would I need to train more? I’m already at the top of my game!”

[🔷] “You can never train too much!”

[🍰] “Yeah, that’s what Meta always says!”

[👑] “I am doing juuust fine as is!”

[🦇] “And yet you were still taken over by Fecto Forgo.”

[👑] “HEY! I did my best to resist that!”

[🔷] “L-lets not argue too much about this, guys…”

[🦇] “Hmph. I suppose his majesty did have an unfair disadvantage, as the creature seemed to be able to control beasts the easiest.

[👑] “What did you just call me?!”

[🦇] “You are a penguin, sire.”

[👑] “Oh shut it with that sass of yours!”

[🍰] *Giggle* “Alright alright, before you two get carried away… What have you been doing, Meta?”

[🦇] “Me? Well, I’ve been busy keeping an eye on Waddle Dee Town, though the migrating seems to be almost over. I just finished stationing some of my men there to keep watch for the foreseeable future.”

[🔷] “Is that really needed? I thought were were friends with the beast pack now.”

[🦇] “With most of them, yes. However, not all of them decided to switch sides after Fecto’s mind control was broken. Some are still hostile, so the town still needs protection.”

[👑] “That’s right! Gotta make sure all my little Dee’s are safe.”

[🍰] “Is that aaaaaall you’ve been doing? Ya gotta have fun sometimes, y’know!”

[🦇] “I am merely being efficient, Kirby. Though, I was actually invited to tea by Taranza a few days ago.

[🍰] “OOOOOOO! How is he, how is he?!”

[👑] *Sigh*

[🦇] “He is doing well enough. We spoke on the status of Floralia, as well as other matters. Apparently, there was an incident recently where Marx crash-landed into the Dreamstalk.”

[🍰] “Haha, really?”

[🦇] “Yes, and it only got worse when he found and ate a Miracle Fruit.”

[🍰] “Oh.”

[🔷] “Oh no.”

[👑] “Yeah, that sounds like a bad combo.”

[🦇] “He quote, ‘went on a mini rampage,’ flying around at breakneck speeds. Taranza did his best to reign him in, but it still caused quite a commotion.”

[🔷] “D-did things turn out alright at least?”

[🦇] “Yes, Taranza subdued him once the fruit’s effects wore off. He somehow managed to force Marx to apologize to the People of the Sky and clean up part of his mess.”

[🍰] “Wow, getting Marx to apologize? That’s impressive!”

[🦇] “Based on what he said, I think that jester may have a fear of spiders.”

[👑] “PFFFT- HEHEHEHAHAHahahahaaah… yeah I get that.”

[🔷] “Sheesh, seems like things have been eventful for everyone recently.”

[🍰] “But soooooo spread out though! Calling is nice, but I wanna see everyone in person!”

[🔷] “Oooo, we should have a get-together soon!”

[🦇] *Sigh* “I suppose my schedule did just become more free…”

[👑] “Same here! -Er, well not quite, still gotta finish up some stupid paperwork- but then I’ll be good!”

[🍰] “I’ll recruit Mags to pick people up! And then we can all go to uh… maybe… er… hrm.”

[👑] “Ehh… I got nothin’.”

[🦇] “...”

[🔷] “...How about Wondaria?”

[🍰] *GAAAASP* “THAT’S PERFECT!!”

[👑] “Oh yeah, I remember Carol talkin’ ‘bout that place!”

[🍰] “There’s sooooo much to do there, everyone’ll have a great time! I think you’ll like the House of Horrors, Meta.”

[🦇] “Hmph, we’ll see if it lives up to its name.”

[🔷] “I thought it was pretty spooky!”

[👑] “Heheh, well it’s settled then! How about uh, maybe three days from now?”

[🍰] “Sounds good! Can’t wait to see you all then!”

[🔷] “Mhm! I’m gonna get back to practicing, so see you guys later!”

[🍰] “BYEEE!!”

[👑] “See ya!”

[🦇] “Take care, Bandana.”

SpearicalDee has left your call.

[👑] “I’m also gonna hop out, gotta get my shi- stuff sorted out. Later!”

[🍰] “Oh, bye!”

[🦇] “Farewell, your majesty.”

NumbahOne1King has left your call.

[🦇] “Seems we’re all leaving now.”

[🍰] “Yeah…”

[🦇] “Hmmm… Actually, one thing before I depart as well. I have had a certain itching for a spar, so perhaps we could meet up at the coliseum once again?”

[🍰] *Gasp* “Heck yeah! I’d love to!”

[🦇] *Chuckle* “How about the day before this amusement park trip?”

[🍰] “Got it!”

[🦇] “Alright. I’ll see you then, Kirby.”

[🍰] “Mm-hmph! Bye bye!”

SirMetaKnight has left your call.

[🍰] *Giggle* “Oh, this is gonna be so much fun!”

All users have left your call.

#cross-posted from ao3 #kirby series #kirby #bandana waddle dee #meta knight #king dedede #kirby and the forgotten land #katfl #kirby and the forgotten land spoilers #katfl spoilers #just a lil exercise for myself :)

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@lediableblanc-amoureuxdechats

Continued from here !

She knew she was being a bit of a bitch. In hindsight, she wouldn't feel great about it- the poor nurse was only trying to do her job. But Rogue was angry. And scared.

If Remy had been under Hank's care, not only would she know he was okay, but he'd be with other mutants like himself and she'd be at his side right now. Instead, he was stuck in a hospital. A normal, every day, hospital. And she didn't trust a damn soul in this place with his care if they knew what he was. Add to that that they weren't letting her in to see him…

Oh, her anxiety was through the damned roof. And that meant her temper was getting there, too.

"Miss, it's against policy-"

Rogue pointed a gloved finger directly at the nurse, this simple action (coupled with her tone and the expression she wore) enough to get the other woman to stop talking. "I know. It ain't visitin' hours. I ain't his wife. I'm not family. So you won't lemme see 'im. But I'm tellin' ya- that's my man in there. An' I ain't movin' from this spot 'til ya let me in t'see 'im. Ya understand me? So you can take yer policies an'-"

Her eyes snapped towards the door at that sound. Remy had hit the call button and alerted the nurse to his need for something. Rogue's heart raced.

The nurse quickly excused herself then... had to shut the door in Rogue's face because she had followed the nurse closely, as if thinking she could sneak right in behind her. Which, of course, didn't work and left the southerner practically fuming. She was right there on the verge of stomping her foot like an angry child or, worse, kicking in the door. Why the hell couldn't they just let her in? Just for a couple minutes. Just long enough to check on him. To see him. (To... probably then refuse to leave his room, all things considered.)

But she needed to know: Was Remy okay? Were they treating him well? Was the nurse being kind? Or was she the type to be short and bitter with him all because of his eyes? Oh, if that was the case…

Her foot tapped rapidly against the floor, and the sounds of the rest of the hospital still busy at work were starting to grate on her. Too loud. Too much. Too crowded. She felt it in her stomach, in her chest, a pressure at the back of her head that made her feel like she might explode…

She just wanted to see Remy. Even if she had to make a scene. There wasn't a soul who'd be able to keep her from him.

Yet she still took a small step back to let the nurse out of the room when the door opened. Except, the woman didn't shut the door behind herself this time…

Rogue's eyes narrowed at her.

"He said to let you in," The nurse explained, though she didn't seem too happy about it. Maybe she was just frustrated that she'd argued with Rogue all that time for nothing. Or maybe she was just tired of the whole situation. Rogue… hadn't been making it easy on her.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Rogue asked. Then, realizing she was being snarky despite getting what she wanted, she felt a bit of shame. Her next words were said more genuinely. "Thank you. I'm just worried 'bout 'im..."

"I know," Was the only answer back before the nurse walked away and Rogue was stepping into Remy's room, shutting the door behind herself.

She breathed a sigh of relief as the door clicked closed, then she raised her gaze to look at Remy. Her Remy. Lying in a hospital bed. Patched up. IV in his arm. Oxygen being fed to him through a cannula. They hadn't told her what was wrong with him, just that he was stable. He was alive.

Her chest tightened as she stared at him, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to start scolding him for his recklessness or if she just wanted to kiss him.

She couldn't kiss him, unfortunately, so a bit of scolding was in order. (Besides, it was always easier to express herself through anger...)

"Remy Etienne LeBeau, you reckless idiot," There was some fire behind her words, arms crossed, that stern look finally spreading across her face as she approached his bed. Brows furrowed. Lips pursed. Jaw clenched. There were about a thousand things she wanted to say to him, but they were all bouncing around in her head a thousand miles per hour and she was having trouble sorting them out. So the silence that followed that first sentence wasn't because she wanted to be silent, it was because she was struggling with what to say next.

Her eyes moved from him to take in the room, as if searching for anything to be wary of. Any signs of tampering or cruelty. She saw nothing of the sort, but that didn't mean she wasn't still slightly on guard. What she did find was a chair near his bed. One that she dragged even closer, seating herself so near to him that her knees were bumping that hospital bed frame that cradled his mattress.

Now that she'd had a second to sort her thoughts, she was back to speaking. Whether that was a good thing for Remy or not, she wasn't quite sure yet. "What were you thinkin'? Goin' out there by yerself. Ya coulda been killed!" She quickly raised a finger to stop him from chiming in despite her question- speaking was probably hard for him right now. She would do the speaking, instead. "Ya can't go doin' stupid stuff like that, ya hear me?" And there, finally, was that wavering in her tone that gave away the fear she'd felt. The bit of relief that she was holding onto for the fact that he was alive. "If you'd've died, I woulda brought ya back just t'chew ya out for it." And, she wasn't a religious woman, but god help whoever the hell managed to kill Remy LeBeau, because they'd have to face her.

She reached out towards him, trying to keep her hand steady. Carefully, she placed one hand against his. The other found itself moving up, fingers gingerly brushing through his hair. She just needed to touch him. Even with the fabric of her glove between. She needed to feel him beneath her fingertips. She was quiet again, just for a few seconds, just long enough to watch him, to calm her racing heart.

When she spoke again, her voice was softer. "Ya ain't leavin' me. Not like that. Got it? Ya want outta this relationship, yer gonna have t'do better'n tryin' t'get yerself killed," A joke. A small one, maybe ill timed, but it was an attempt, nonetheless.

#v; ''i cannot hide myself from you. i cannot hide my heart from my heart.'' // lediableblanc amoureuxdechats #lediableblanc amoureuxdechats #((I'm a sucker for the angst/fluff combo of injured Remy and anrgy/scared but attentive Rogue <3 #So sorry for the fairly quick reply xD))#((Well- quick for me anyway ^^;))

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radioactive-reactions · 2 years

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The Caravaneer's Cookbook [excerpt]

Recipe 12: Trail-Style Chili con Carne

Sometimes you want a meal that aint fancy and aint cultured but by God it will fill you. This is it. The best chili I ever had was made by a tribe feller in Yuma but I dont think hes makin it no more on account of the legion movin in and blastin it half to hell. Its a bad business and Im sorry for it but especially Im sorry for the habaneros down that way cant be bought no more except from them legion traders and I will surely die before I give them one cap.

You will need:

2 handfuls ground meat. Whatever you have on hand but Brahmin is best. If one of your pack animals gives out thats a blessing in disguise because its good eatin.

1 handful beans. Any caravan worth its cow has em.

3 pinches salt. If you aint got any you dont need it but check your closest salt flat before you set down with bland chili.

5 jalapeno peppers. Its a fancy name but its good. Habanero is good but its hard to find. Grind up the seeds to powder and have that too.

Half handful Brahmin fat. Like I said any works but Brahmin works best. I seen fiends make it with human fat but I cant say as that tastes good.

3 tomatos. NCR sells these and they aint good for much but they have tomatos. If you put a tato in my chili I swear by every decent God I will shoot you and leave your body for the raiders.

Half bottle water. Now some say its better to use water for drinkin than cookin but they aint never had this before. Any feller who eats nothin but dry roasted gecko steak aint hardly got a leg to stand on when it comes to badmouthin your hard work anywise.

You want a big pot over your fire. Some folk say that fires aint good and you should use a hot plate instead but you do that and youll be waitin for your chili to cook til the next war. Youre gonna put the brahmin in the pot first on account of it takin longest to cook and let it get brown all by itself with nothin else in there. Then you put the water and the peppers and the beans and the fat there. You want it to get nice and thick so eyeball it and add more fat if its not working. Give it a few minutes and put in your seed powder and your salt and stir the whole thing til its bubblin and the whole camp is crowdin round askin you for some but you don't give no ground to them softbellied freeloaders. When its all ready and you can smell it from Phoenix you eat it right outta the pot and you look some other caravan feller in the eye and you say with a little smile you would of shared some but you aint got no other bowl. Even if that aint true it makes it taste better.

Well thats about how I make it anywise. You add what you like and do it how you want cause I surely aint your master. You just asked is all.

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #not reactions #thinking about posting little bits of writing like this when i can't do full reactions. do you guys like that

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So What Is The Plan?

Mayara Khepar, Allaik Tentau | Moxie’s Smithing n’ Arms Google Doc Link | Previous Related Drabble

“Y’know, I don’t think I’ve actually been inside your new shop. Weird, huh?”

“Not really, given your uh, predicament, I guess? If anyone saw ya’ though, you’d be screwed. Don’t need more flies hoverin’ around this place.”

“Relax, doll. Y’ worry too much. But I did check already- we’re all good. May have a few eyes on this place, but not now. That’s why I chose this night.”

The explanation does little to assuage the concerns Maya has, but what else is she supposed to say? Silence fills the normally raucous workshop space the two are occupying. They seem to have a thing for creating such an awkward moment between each other. Fortunately, Mayara is the one who speaks up this time.

“Doll?” Mayara scoffs. “That’s a new one,” she says before promptly returning to finish the piece she was working on.

It was almost done, and going towards a deal she made not too long ago. It was originally just supposed to be a standard project, but for some reason she started putting a lot more effort into it. Guess he’s getting a steal, comparatively, she thinks. Considerin’ I haven’t asked for anything yet.

“What’cha got there? Looks… old fashioned. Like one of those revolvers from a western.” Al peeks over at her worktop as she burns a design into the grip of said revolver.

“Nothin’ for you. Gimme a sec, and I’ll put this away. Just needed the momentum to finish up.”

“Don’t want it anyway. Still happy with the other one I got from ya’.” He waits somewhat impatiently as Maya puts her tools away. There’s important things they need to talk about and get set up. “So, I noticed y’ managed to get the uh, errands all ran.”

She looks over at him with a particularly neutral expression. “Guess so. The real question is, did it affect his business? Can’t really tell just from fucking shit up.”

“Oh, trust me. It did. Even overheard a conversation. ‘Take care of your little ghost problem, and maybe then we can work something out!’ Mar’s absolutely livid. Distributor wants nothin’ to do with ‘im.”

Now that puts a smile to Maya’s face. “Good, then I have his attention.” She motions him over to the center workbench, which had been cleared of tools and miscellaneous debris. Instead, laid on the table was a map with various locations marked and circled. “Part one, ruin his reputation and completely fuck his business partners over- done.”

“Heard that. Guess we’re movin’ on to the next part, eh?” Allaik points down at one of the marked locations.

“Part two. Sabotage. Chrome’s got two other small warehouses across the city. We destroy the supply, maybe take the whole building down with it. I already know what you’re gonna suggest, but for that you’re gonna need somethin’ that burns a lot hotter than gasoline.”

“Way ahead of ya’. Already got my eyes set on a sizable supply of flash powder. Or as I should call it, thermite. That stuff should do the trick, and we’ll just disable the fire suppressants while we’re there.”

Al looks almost… impressed. Maya’s not usually one to take initiative like that, or to plan things so far in advance. That’s one of the reasons he was here. “Okay, well ‘s soon as you get a hold of it, we can get that part set up. Don’t wanna do it too soon, otherwise it’s more likely that someone’ll find it-”

“-Yeah yeah, and that’s the last thing we want. I know. And you’re the one who said I worry too much, doll.” Her laugh is apparently contagious, as Al chuckles along with her.

“Fuck, when you say it, it just sounds weird. Don’t ever say that again.”

He sighs, catching his breath and returning to the matter at hand. “There’s no real time limit, but there is a night that most of the lackeys’ll be out. Probably our best night to make the point. You got ideas?”

She pauses for a moment, looking over to the corner where a small, four-legged robot was charging. “Yeah, kind of. I’ve got a ton of throwable and remote choke bombs for a decent cover. That’ll let ‘im know it’s me who’s there at least, as well as give me some room to work.”

“Fire won’t work with the choke bombs, though,” Allaik points out.

“Yeah, but we’re not burnin’ this one down, are we? It’d be fun, I admit. But there’s something in there that I want- something you can’t grab for me. That’s why you’re gonna plant these around instead.”

Mayara hands him a box- kind of small, but no shorter than his forearm. Upon peeking inside, Al sees it’s a box with small, flat disc-like devices. They’re snuggly fit into foam to avoid jostling, which means they’re somewhat delicate.

“Maya. What the fuck are these?”

“Controlled demolition explosives. Just plant those around on major supports, the whole building’ll crumble apart. Careful not to shake those around too much, don’t need my workshop blowing to pieces for a second time-”

“Second??-”

She makes a sharp noise to cut him off, and continues. “Not what you should be worryin’ about. You’re the one who wanted to burn all the hideouts down-”

“-Excuse you, arson was your brilliant idea-”

“Anyway,” she cuts off again, “that’s the best way to’ make sure what I want from there survives. Do not put a charge close to where my old shop was. ‘Kay?”

Allaik is just baffled by the request, along with the fact that these devices are supposed to be strong enough to bring the whole place down. However, he doesn’t say no. He tucks the box away into his modus, and shakes his head.

“I knew you were fucking crazy. What’s even there that you want so badly?”

“What.”

“What?”

Maya looks him dead in the eye. “...None of your business. I have my own secrets to keep, and you got yours. Just don’t need anyone seein’ it other than me- and don’t, go looking for it. That’s a threat.”

He returns The Look. “Fine. Whatever. Don’t know what’s so fucking important to you there, but I can appreciate you not diggin’ into my business well enough.” He mumbles under his breath. “Askin’ me to fuckin’ blow the place to bits. Okay,”

“Anything else you needed from me this wonderful evening, Allie?” Mayara smirks. She knows he hates that nickname.

“Fuck off, Khepar,” he chuckles. “Naw, I think that pretty much covers it, other than specifics. I’ll keep in touch though.”

“You better.”

Before he makes it out of the back door, Al turns around to face Maya again. “-And hey, try not to get yourself killed, yeah?”

“Haven’t killed me yet, and I don’t plan on dyin’ anytime soon. Now get the fuck outta my shop before someone sees ya’.”

#nihil writes #mayara stuff #allaik #operation: shove it #<- wow! it has a tag now #and for the mention #chromatics #here I go posting things at 2 in the morning again :)

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celestialblushxoxo · 2 years

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Hello for the future spouse game my initials are V.A.S my pronouns are she/her and I’m straight/male preference that’s all and thank you!!

Hey love! Im so happy to start the reading with you after a long hiatus! Thank you so much for being patient with me and hope you like your reading!

What I see about your fs is that he comes from a happy family a healthy home and had a very fulfilling childhood where in he got everything he needed and wanted. A very stable home and loving parents and maybe a sibling or two. This is the reason they are someone for whom family is important and they look upto their parents in the hope that they find the perfect match like their parents do! Your fs is a very loving individual who are filled with love and they aren’t someone who has a long dating history and maybe they havent dated at all! They hope to have the same family with their spouse and kids! (I Also heard br**ding k*nk ajhsbshshs😂) anyways moving forward they also have been raised to be independent and maybe they left home early to some other state or city or country for education so they are independent and stable and very intellectual, their general knowledge is spot on and it’d intrigue you a lot! They may have gone under transformation and have changed from the person they were before, earlier they were scared and worried about what people think and now they just dont care they what they love and pursue what they love, an adventurous soul. When it comes to career I feel they are still in their early 20’s and they maybe pursuing business or starting up something from scratch and they are working super hard for it like literally started from the ground and now they are movin steadily! Tho right now they aren’t balanced but as the business grows they’ll be successful! Their family sees them as someone who is hardworking and resilient, passionate and a risk taker, adventurous, total sweetheart, loyal and family oriented as well, oh and ambitious they are also self reliant and someone who is determined and motivated! A true multitasker as well and they might have more than one source of income as well! Looks wise they may have fair to tan skin, light brown to blonde hair, American came up, could have Mexican too in their lineage, mix race, they get lotta compliments for their looks but I see that when they were in their teens people weren’t really Paton attention and he might not have taken care when it came to looks as he was very much focused on academics and then when he started taking it into consideration boom all eyes on him like a glo up! He is a pretty balanced person who is super hardworking but also knows when it’s Tiring him and he needs to rest, he is self aware and is competitive as well someone who knows what his prioritise are and where his morals and values lie, he’d never cheat in Any case(felt the need to say it for some reason) bug the only thing that might annoy you id his mood swings lmao like you never know which mood is he in tht very moment! And he might not back down that easily when yall may have an argument or something! As a lover he is someone who would love to spend as much time he can and cuddle you all night if he can as well as spoil TF outta you with gifts and kisses🥺🥺 he would literally have heart eyes for you and admire you so much and he will adore you a lot literally you are his world💖✨

Signs: Major Water Placements, specifically Pisces and Cancer,a little Libra somewhere, Sagittarius and Aquarius

Their clothing aesthetic:

Very light and comfortable aesthetic! Love it!

Hope you enjoyed your reading love and do lemme know if it resonates in some way or if it didnt either way feedback is very much appreciated! Sending across love, light and hugs🥰💖💖✨

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ancientgoddessofegypt · 2 years

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Mercury retrograde.. again

So this dream takes me back to the past a little, like always. Mercury in retrograde has a way of showing me whats going on with past people, places, situations and what its doing to me and my psyche.

So when I seen my ex 'friend' who I recently stopped talking to last month appear in my dream I was like 'here we go again'.

It wasnt bad, though. I actually liked where everything was going. It was truth, to say the least. So im picking up things I left in a particular house and I see this persons sister come up to me. she says hello and hug. It was good seeing her again! I see the ex friend and another mutual person I knew with him. They were always close friends. Anywho, I say hey to him and he says something like "I see youre here today". Something cold, but not anything I cared about. In my mind I said whatever he's on is not my business. Cause I aint care. Anyways the sister tells me all my stuff are in the other room which happens to be next to his room. The toxic part of me wants to go in his room, hide in there and check his phone and see what he's possible said to me to other people but the get my head back in order and go back down stairs because... no lmao.

As im preparing to get all my stuff I see the one friend come up to me and ask me did I block him? I say yes I blocked you through text, but not on instagram. I see the ex friend smile and laugh, like he had won or something.

But the other boy asked me why I did it, I answered truthfully and I tell him because I was nervous that people in your friends friend group, which is you, would come asking me about the situation and my anxiety was already bad during that time so I figured blocking anyone affiliated with him would do the trick.

because it was a really bad week mentally but I kept picking myself up, his friend is an emotional vampire and during the week of our 'friendship breakup' he kept bothering me for more reactions after I had finally cut him off like how he was trying to cut ME off. weird shit.

But his friend understood me though, and he came to give me a hug. He said 'wow, thank you for your honesty, I didnt know you would be honest with me'. I said 'its cool'.

I wasn't sure if I should be honest with him in that moment, I was tired of being sooooo vulnerable with people who dont care. But vulnerability is a strength, not a weakness. The friend says to give him a hug and I give him a 'cheap one' like he calls it, like the one where you hug them from the side, but it was unintentional. The boy was like 'you know you could give me a better one than that!' in a joking manner. So we embrace finally, like a real embrace. No fake shit. I was surprised by this, because actually getting to know this guy I didn't think it would come to this. But I knew from the beautiful embrace, that our relations to each other was finally over. The end was finally approaching and ties were no longer here.

I noticed the ex friend sitting down at this point but I seen he wasn't smiling this time. Again I was minding my business and let it go to do what needed to be done.

Now I'm heading to a store to pick up some belongings I ordered from this weird store I was working for. And guess who I see there? The ex-friend. He works there! But I paid him no mind again, I just wanted to get my things and go. He says something to me in a cold manner again, I remember just saying to him 'ok' and keeping it movin'. It took a while to get all these items together and put them in my basket to go to the car. He was suppose to help me because thats his job, but he didn't do it.

This ain't even the best part, so where im at is some type of amuse meant park. I didn't realize until I looked outside. I hear a faint voice that moves closer and closer to the room I'm in. It's my dad! And his son. With some other woman. He's holding a baby but I cant figure out if its my little sister or not. I haven't spoken to him in months since the accident with me and my mom and at some point had no plan on it because he was very weird and disgraceful throughout the process of my mom being in the hospital. So I just cut him off for good. He keeps talking about his wife so I hear, but he looked happy! So that was good. I say 'be right back' to the ex-friend, the worker and go closer outside to see if it was really him and it was in fact him. Trailing behind him was the other younger sister, the middle child. I knew it was her from a glance so I hurried back in because I didnt want to be seen or noticed by any of them.

She ends up coming in the same store I'm trying to get this stuff and go, the boy asks 'Is everything alright?' In an obvious cold, but enticed for drama manner. I say 'Im fine'. But I'm obviously trying to hide my face between the underwear and food that im trying to bag up and take. At this point I put my head back up because at this point she does notice me but doesn't care so this is good lmao. I see her smiling at something on the screen when the guy who runs the store FINALLY comes in and explains whats he's doing to the people who are here to work on a mysterious new amusement that will be here in the park. This is when I notice the ex-friend finally bagging up some things like he was supposed to. Lol. I remember almost saying thank you to him but changed my mind because what the hell? The guy who owns the store runs over to speak to me for a bit about any questions or concerns I may have about partaking in this new thing but I was just ready for the undertaking. I knew I could do it. It was an artistic gig. Anyways I noticed the middle sister again she was interested in buying something in there, I realized then she KNEW who I was but she didn't know I was her sister.

Crazy.

I knew I must of changed a lot since the last time I seen her, but at this point I didn't care. I was just ready to go.

Dream ends.

#mercury retrograde #storytime #spiritual #thoughts #myjournal #spirituality #astrology #poem #poetry #storytelling #mydreams

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