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debbeh · 5 months

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Me: OMG NEGATUS IS SO HOT

My friend: OMG CORIOLANUS SNOW IS SO HOT

My other friend:

#kira!!!#Megan!!!

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great-its-mj · 2 months

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Finally listening to panic at the disco and Kira you were right

#i love music #friens #kira!!!

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anxiety-and-fandoms · 2 years

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Three Thousand Meters

It had been nearly 4 hours since we had entered the Bermuda Triangle and we had yet to see anything more than the occasional anglerfish. As the mini-submarine crawled along, the spotlights sweeping the ocean floor, my co-pilot Dole and I slowly nibbled away at our granola bars. We both knew we weren’t going to find any evidence here. I’d tried to convince Chief Researcher Edwards that the most we were going to see would be the wrecks of a couple planes and ships, but he hadn’t listened. I remembered his scornful voice patronizing me for my insistence.

“Penny, I understand that you believe you have more experience than me in this job, but Mr. Finn, who will be accompanying you on this mission, hasn’t raised any concerns whatsoever. Men make the decisions here. A little training isn’t going to override the authority of our senior researchers.”

“Dole has barely any field experience. Calling our tech guy a senior researcher is frankly insulting to the 20 years I’ve spent going on mission after mission while he sits in operations doing absolutely f….”

My voice had trailed off as I remembered my last profanity infraction on Thursday. Chief Edwards and I had gotten into a cursing match, both hurling insults at each other over some unimportant workplace quarrel. Chief Edwards had been praised by HR, while I had been threatened with losing my job. It wasn’t fair.

I didn’t have long to reflect on this before a sudden noise yanked me back to the present. I looked at Dole, who was looking at the hatch underneath the submarine. Something must have struck the hull. He had the master key to the vessel, because apparently his 12 years showing my coworkers the power buttons on their computers overruled my actual experience. He and I both knew this didn’t make sense, but he had to follow the rules, albeit not to the extent that I did.

He walked over to the hatch and inserted the key. As he turned it and lifted it open, I put on my diving helmet.

“I’ll go check it out. You should stay in here and make sure the communications systems are all running.”

He nodded. I slid down into the ocean and swam under the front of the submarine. It had always amused me how it looked vaguely like a flying saucer. I noticed a scratch and dent in the hull where it looked like we’d hit a rock of some sort. The yellow waterproof paint that the crew had wasted a chunk of our budget on for a stupid Beatles joke was scraped off in a thin line, revealing the aluminum underneath.

The hull seemed to be perfectly intact aside from the small dent, so I signaled to Dole, who was watching me from inside. He gave me the thumbs up, so I swam back into the sub and lowered the hatch. He locked it into place.

“Comms are all good. See anything down there?”

“Looks like we hit a rock, but the plating isn’t penetrated. She’s a bit dinged up, but we should be ok to continue the mission.”

“Good, I’m about ready to go home. I’m feeling a bit lightheaded from all this driving.”

I shrugged and got back into my seat.

As we continued to search, I noticed Dole fidgeting in his seat. This was completely unusual for him. Dole was normally still as a rock. His chest also seemed to be rising a little more rapidly than usual. I didn’t think he normally got anxiety, but I decided it was safer to ask.

“Hey. You alright?”

“Yeah, I think those granola bars might have had something odd in them.”

“I’m doing fine over here. Do you need-”

Suddenly, I heard a pop from the back of the vessel. Dole’s head instantly snapped toward it. Strangely, the submarine felt quieter all of a sudden. I realized that there had been a hissing sound before that was no longer present. As I looked back at Dole, I noticed his hand on the emergency open button. He had a panicked look in his eyes.

“Stop! You’ll get us both killed!”

“Need… air…”

I realized what had happened. I hadn’t been affected because I was trained for low-oxygen situations, but Dole had no training to speak of. The oxygen must have malfunctioned when we hit the rock.

Before I could relay this information to Dole, his hand pressed down on the button. The top of the submarine swung open, flooding the vessel. I barely managed to inhale a deep breath of the now-stale air before the entire submarine flooded with water and our precious air floated upward in bubbles.

Dole immediately began swimming up, clearly trying to reach the surface. He was obviously not thinking straight because of the lack of oxygen. I turned toward the storage chamber where our diving suits and oxygen tanks were kept, but it was locked shut. As my eyes quickly traveled up to Dole, I noticed something.

The depth gauge read 3km.

Dole had the key.

I knew I couldn’t shout because I only had so much air. I was trained to hold my breath for up to two minutes, and I knew that once my time was up, I’d inhale water and require resuscitation as soon as possible. Three thousand meters underwater, I understood that there was no chance of rescue showing up in the six minutes before fatal drowning.

It had been about ten seconds since my deep breath and Dole was gaining distance. I swam up as fast as I could. I was a faster swimmer than Dole, so I caught up within about twenty seconds.

A minute and a half left.

I reached for his pocket, but he pushed my hand away and stuck the middle finger at me. He must have thought I was trying to hurt him. It didn’t make sense, but it didn’t matter what made sense or not to Dole, who couldn’t reason properly with the limited oxygen left in his lungs.

A minute and twenty seconds.

I knew sign language. I signed at him that I needed the key for the diving suits. Dole clearly didn’t know sign language.

A minute and ten seconds.

I reached for his pocket again, this time forcing away his hands, but Dole was stronger. He kicked me away, but in doing so, he knocked the key out of his pocket. On instinct, he grabbed it and gripped it tightly as he swam.

One minute.

Dole wasn’t trained. He didn’t have two minutes. He had about thirty seconds left. If I wanted to save him, I’d have to get the key and reach the door in less than that. It had taken him about thirty seconds to get up this high, and I couldn’t unlock the door and force his diving helmet onto him instantly. Dole was already dead.

I reached for the key again. He clutched it tightly to his chest. I pressed against his hand, trying to remove the key, but his hands slid up to his throat.

Fifty-five seconds.

I reached for the key with both hands, my fingers closing around his throat in the process. I was powerless to remove it from his grip.

At fifty seconds remaining, the dread set in. I knew what I had to do. I bit my tongue from behind my clamped-shut lips and tightened my grip on his throat.

He struggled but maintained his control of the key. His eyes widened and his face went red with anger.

I gripped tighter.

His face went white. Fear.

Tighter still. Forty seconds.

His face slowly changed colors again. It wasn’t white anymore.

It was purple. He was dying.

Thirty seconds.

I closed my eyes as I pressed my thumbs in against his trachea. When I opened them again, he had let go of the key and was coughing. He’d already inhaled water. Signing one last goodbye, I grabbed the key and swam down with twenty-five seconds remaining.

I got to the storage door with only five seconds left. I could feel my lungs searing with pain. My chest was about to give way. I needed oxygen. I jammed the key into the lock and turned it.

Three seconds.

I pulled the heavy door open.

One second.

I reached for my diving helmet.

I was out of time. My lips slipped open. Water filled my lungs.

I shoved the helmet onto my head, but I knew it was already too late. I had killed Dole for nothing. My fate was sealed. I sat down on the floor of the submarine, my back against the wall, knowing I had about six minutes until I would die. I looked up at Dole’s corpse, which was slowly sinking toward me. I reflected on what I had done to him. I sat there in silence for a while.

Three minutes remained. The pain was unbearable. Dole’s body reached me and landed gently on my lap. I wanted to move it, but I was paralyzed. I looked down at his lifeless eyes. His mouth was locked wide open, his silent scream for mercy emblazoned onto his corpse.

I shut my eyes. I couldn’t look at him.

I really shouldn’t have found it funny, but I realized we looked like lovers who died together at the bottom of the ocean. I would have laughed, but before I could, the world faded to black.

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Holy COW this is great!! I could quite literally feel the dread coming off of the mc, poor Dole :,)

#kira!!!#friendship my beloved #EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS TALENT #the shapeshifter answers an ask #how are all of my mutuals so gosh darn talented

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nuvamata · 6 months

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#too many things to tag and i don’t know a lot but #my favorite inclusions #columbo #batman #shuichi saihara #kyoko kirigiri #sam and max #charlie kelly #kamen rider #hidari shoutaro #philip #phoenix wright #blues clues #roger rabbit #hank schrader #death note #kira #light yagami

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boobsthief · 2 months

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#kira liv

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omilkandhoneyteao · 5 months

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❤️❤️❤️

#kira speaks #nanami kento #jjk kento #kento nanami #JJK #jjk spoilers #jjk nanami #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #kento x reader #kento nanami x reader #kento x you #kento x y/n

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bubblebounceboobs · 2 months

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Kira Liv

#kira liv #kira #liv #cutie w a bootie #great breasts #perfect breast #amazing breasts #huge titts #big tiddy committee #big tiddy wife #huge natural melons #huge tiddies #sexy titts #ukrainian #german

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bonewreath · 1 month

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so, your best friend accidentally sent you a video of her masturbating. what now?

18+ below! smut smut smut!

ellie’s bedroom is heavy with the scent of sex, her fingers still pruned from her own wetness. she’s spent the last few minutes tense and panicked, too paralyzed with anxiety to get up and put some clothes on, and she’s considering what she’ll change her name to and where she’ll move to start a new life when you finally, finally text her back.

it’s okay. give me a second to reply, alright?

the weight on her chest eases a bit at your reassurance, but a new spark of uncertainty flares up at the second part of the message: give me a second to reply. jaw tight, she sends you a question mark, then follows up with you don’t have to respond. it’s probably better if you don’t?? again i’m so fucking sorry.

but as the minutes tick by, slow and lazed, she starts to panic again. her mind conjures every possible response you could send her next: an angry thesis statement on why ellie’s a disgusting pervert, a seething comment about how stupid she must be for sending a video like that so carelessly. would you ever look at her the same way? would things ever be the same?

all it takes is another notification from you to make every imagined worst-case scenario evaporate. ellie clicks the notification as soon as it pops up, chewing on the soft flesh of her inner lip.

it’s a video.

you sent her a video.

she hits the play button without a second thought, heartbeat thudding in her ears.

“i know you’re probably embarrassed,” you say, head tilting as you frown with sympathy. a blush paints ellie’s cheeks bright red. “but i need you to know how wet that made me.”

holding the camera up, you extend your arm outwards to reveal the rest of your body - your naked body, ellie realizes with a shock. she sits up in bed, back ramrod straight, her phone shaking as a nervous tremor strikes through her. but she can’t look away - not when you’re tracing a hand down the soft curves of your body, fingertips grazing over one peaked nipple, then moving lower, lower. ellie swears she’s forgotten how to breathe.

you release a pleased hum. “i liked watching you touch yourself,” you say, so matter-of-fact. “i hope you like watching me.”

and she does, god she does. she settles back down onto the mattress, eyes never leaving the screen as you work two fingers through your soaked folds. you moan and sigh and keen, rolling your hips down against your own hand, the wet sounds of your pussy so intoxicating, ellie can’t believe she’s gone her whole life without seeing you like this.

and it might be wrong, the way her own hand drifts between her legs to find herself still hot and wet, but she doesn’t have it in herself to care. she dips a finger inside of herself as she watches you ride your own hand, grinding down on your palm as your fingers work in and out of your cunt. she finds a rhythm that matches your own; soon enough, you’re both gasping at the pleasure building beneath your waistline. with every roll of your hips, ellie’s cunt tightens, flooding with slickness - as if she could get any wetter.

as you get closer to the edge, your grip on your phone falters and the camera starts to shake. ellie hisses and curses under her breath when your phone captures the blissed-out look on your face: eyes rolled back, brows pulled together, teeth sinking into your lower lip.

“oh - oh my god,” you stutter, panting, “i’m gonna come, ellie.”

ellie. ellie ellie ellie.

“holy fuck.” ellie’s pussy clamps down around her fingers at the sound of her name on your lips; her thumb glides over her clit just right, and she didn’t think she’d come this fast but she does, her vision exploding into blinding white as her orgasm crashes into her. it’s the only time she looks away from the video on her screen - but she certainly hears your orgasm, all high-pitched moans and ragged breaths, your cunt gushing onto your fingers.

when ellie finds the strength to open her eyes again, the video is still playing. you’re catching your breath, chest shimmering with a thin layer of sweat. you look at the camera and smile. ellie thinks she might pass out.

“thanks for the video,” you say, lifting your free hand up to wave.

when you bring your fingers to your mouth and purse your lips around them, sucking them clean of your own come, ellie’s sure she’s going to pass out.

and then, she decides, she’s going to fuck you stupid.