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emodialisse · 1 year
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Greenwich Village, New York. Evening - 2017.
Int. Octavius Industries.
Otto: That was the day I came up with the idea for a neuroprosthetic! I remember it vividly. I was standing on the edge of my toilet, hanging a clock. The porcelain was wet, I slipped, hit my head on the edge of the sink… and when I came to, I had a revelation… a vision! A picture in my head. A picture of this. Just like you said, the synergy between our muscles and the command module computer to restore fine motor control, can be made possible. Our own neural interface!
Peter: And somehow you still refuse to let Gloria Maria interview you on the Globe.
Otto: Oh, Peter, if they really are waiting for a spectacle, WE will give it to them!
Cut to:
Schenectady, New York. Night - 1988.
Otto: Alright, then tell me, "future boy"... who's president of the United States in 2018?
Peter:...Donald Trump.
Otto: Donald Trump? The boxer's advisor?! Ha!
Peter: Uh, what?
Otto: And who's vice president, Mickey Goldmill?!
Cut to:
Int. Octavius Residence. Night.
A big tube shows the last remainings of footage that Peter was able to save.
Otto: Good evening. I'm Dr. Otto Octavius, i'm standing on my laboratory at Greenwich Village-- It's Thursday afternoon, November 1st, 2018, 6:18 p.m., and this is our latest big experiment, the one i've been waiting for all my life!
Otto: I pass the word to my partner, who will bear with the details since none of this would have been made possible without him. Peter? Yeah, yeah, come over here, I want you to be on the frame.
Peter: I-uh...
Otto: Go on, it's okay, let's keep the tape rolling.
Peter: Geez... Yes, I'm Peter Parker, and together we worked with a meshing networking to integrate directly into a intracranial neural interface, mostly to extract data from chemical synapses inside the brain, thus accelerating the information via neurotransmitters receptors at postsynaptic potential.
Peter: Doc, seriously, we need to--
Otto: And through extensive study in vivo for constraint in biomechanics, we were able to trace parameters for training procedure to better balance neural activity load, through simple synergy in motor neurons. Whereas action potential of the neurons are usually barried by the short coming of milliseconds, this amplified neurosensor allows it to happen under one nanosecond!
Otto: ONE NANOSECOND?! One... nanosecond...
Peter: You want to watch the rest of it?
Otto: Alas, just keep it playing, boy! I'm starting to feel an occipital neuralgia creep out my migraine aura.
Static starts to intemperate noise on the images.
A series of buzzing noises became proeminent as the tape begins to wear out.
Peter: Yes, and that's exatcly why we should think this through before it's ready to handle, I'm still not sure about the effects the excitatory amino acids-zzzthe overfitting aspects-zzzzzzzthe neural network layers can'tzzz
Otto: What are you doing?
Peter: I'm trying-zzzzREALLY-zzz-zzhard. Will you-zzzzzzzz
Otto: If you start making sense, maybe we can both come to a consense!
Peter: Then I guess we're gonna be here for a while-zzzz-zzzz I need to call my aunt.
Otto: This is insanity-zzz-zzz-zzzbelieve you're doing this to me-zzzz-zz
Otto:... Great Scott! When did I have become so careless?
Peter: Excellent question, mister “Reckless youth”. I think there's more.
Peter tries to fast foward the recording, but the image pendured as a black background.
...Until there was new images playing.
This time, both men are standing on the kitchen area of Octavius Industries, where a boombox is blasting to a rock mashup of the song "How Our Story Goes".
Peter is currently holding a wrench to pretend it's a microphone, while Otto uses a mannequin arm, moving his fingers like he's playing on guitar strings. Peter starts to improvise a really bad dance to the rhythm.
Suddenly he turns off the recording camera.
Peter: Heh, I-uh, forgot that was in there.
Cut to:
Ext. Park. Night.
Otto: But I can't hold any ill thoughts about her... Actually we almost had gotten engaged, how crazy is that?
Peter: Yeah, believe me, Doc. There's a lot in my life that I wish I could just... Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind it.
Otto:...
Peter: It's a movie.
Otto: Oh. Terrific. Is it somehow a variant of our post-german expressionism iconographies?
Peter: What? I don't know. Where the hell did that came from?
Otto: Just trying to find the appeal of 2000s cinema, I suppose.
Peter: Honestly, you got me there. Especially because there aren't many people like you, but a dozen like me, who really don't have time to notice that kind of stuff. But hey, we gotta have fun with what we get from it. Right?
Otto: Yes, it doesn't sound too bad, no.
Peter: Just don't get me started with sequels, I think that's been a dead concept a long time ago.
Cut to:
Ext. Main street. Night
Otto: I'll be really dispondent to see you go, Peter.
Peter:..
Otto: No matter what happened and how much bad blood we will have between us... You've really made a difference in my life. You've given me something to shoot for.
Peter: It's-- gonna be hard. Waiting before I can talk to you about everything that's happened in the past few days.
Otto: I know... you can't force yourself to do anything on my behalf, my dear.
Peter just looks at him, he can't really smile, but there was a faint intent to do it, and somehow, it was enough.
Peter: I never did. Helping you... I liked it, I was good at it.
Otto reaches his hand, which leads to an immediate contact being sealed.
Otto: "Let faith oust fact... let fancy oust memory... I look deep down and do believe."
Peter: I already know you're on your thirties, Doc.
Otto: Shut up, but it is my childhood favorite. Do you have one?
Peter: I really can't tell mine without you getting confused.
Otto: I fell right into that one. Didn't hurt to ask.
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maguro13-2 · 2 months
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The Dark Beginnings ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 0 Pt.11 ~
"Florence, Italy..."
[Rooftop Run (Night) - Tomoya Ohtani]
Sammy Lawrence : So this must be the place that Inky Albarn mentioned, Florence Italy. This city played a huge role in Dante's Inferno and of course, it took part of the Ohkuboverse where two Dokeshi's Shotaro and Emine fought. I must find the Santa Maria Basilica that Inky Albarn is having a private meeting. But...this whole place is crawling with Heartless and I need to get them past through.
Brute Boris : (via radio) Not to mention, but the whole place is guarded by the Para Sorceress Force. All you have to do is meet us there, but don't get caught by the heartless or the para sorceress, make sure to stay clear and make way through.
Sammy Lawrence : Understand. Over and out. Now then, time for me to do a little stealth mission. It's not like I can find anything in Italy. If Italy's the Land of Love, then all the love will be disappear into the darkness. I gotta say it, Italy is one big spaghetti and today I will wait for dinner. Location of the source.
Para Sorceress A : (via communication) Come in, HQ, This is Florence Defense Squad Captain Para. Looks steady as sharp. All squads in command, a black figure with a mask has been spotted in the Italian city of Florence. All squads be prepare for the engagement in battle.
Para Sorceress B : (via communication) This is HQ, squadron in command, the black figure has been heading the Santa Maria at 8 O'clock at sharp. Position in target range, if see you the man in the mask, fire at will!
Drawcia : (via communication) Come in all units of Defense Squad Florence, that man is making a stealthy scene in the city around here, and I bet he's not here for to see the leaning tower of Pisa or the favorite pasta's that every mobster's knows there place. So listen up, all troops. You must find the Queen of the Ink Demon to bring her back to Brooklyn and stop the man from reaching her. I want Sammy Lawrence stopped and buried. Failure is not an option!
Para Sorceress A : 10-4! Copy that!
Drawcia : This better be good. After finding out that I was the one who imprisoned Inky Albarn for her dangerous threats against all life on earth. Her being queen is not just the simple reason of having her way of putting this planet into jeopardy, after reincarnated into a human who does the art and science first. I haven't seen Professor E Gadd's face for a long time since he opened his science corporation in America.
[Radio buzzing]
Para Sorceress A : (via communication) This is Florence Defense Squad captain, we have found the target and beginning to lock-on target. Coordinates set, setting angle, ready and...Huh? what the heck is doing he now? He...He just snapped one of squad member's neck!
[Rhythm & Balance - Fumie Kumatani, Heigo Tani]
Drawcia : What!?
Para Sorceress A : (via communication) We are currently at heavy fire, we're doing the best we can! This man, he's...just too fast and strong!
Drawcia : (via communication) SAMMYYYYYY!!! I WON'T FORGET THIS!!!
Sammy Lawrence : Sould've hired a defense squad for the defense squad. Not really interested with this town's best security there is.
Para Sorceress A : Open fire, now!
Sammy Lawrence : Heh! You're feeble bullets won't touch me! I am a figure cursed with the powers of the Ink! I am capable of being invincible! There's no way that anyone of them will dare stand in my way! Hope I won't be minding destroying children's toys, would they? Take this!
*DBZ SFX : SLASHING*
Para Sorceress A : (via communication) Oh no! Sorceress down! I repeat, "Sorceress down"! Sammy Lawrence is going deeper and deeper into town to reach the Santa Maria basilica! This is even worse than I thought! Please tell me that, why did we even have a defense squad?
Drawcia : (via communication) You're the Para Sorceress Defense Force! You're role of being in the force is to defend humanity from opposing threats and no casulties left behind. Defend the people of Florence right before he reaches to the Santa Maria!
Para Sorceress A : Are you sure where near the Santa Maria, it's only a 7 mile walk and we have no idea if he made it into the--(sees Sammy entering the Santa Maria) He entered the Santa Maria anyway. Everyone, cease fire! Wait until they come out! Return to our posts, immediately!
"Inside the Santa Maria Basilica..."
[Black Noise : Revival (Space Colony ARK Ver.) - Kenichi Tokoi]
Sammy Lawrence : So this is the Santa Maria Basilica? I wonder what's with missing with the third name? Of course, Novella.
Inky Albarn : You have finally made it, Sammy. I'm impressed passing through the guards of that witch. This is the real Santa Maria, one of earth's finest catholic church that existed within the Ohkuboverse a thousand years ago. This church was off limits due to Soul Eater's existence, but I believe that this is the place where we supposed to meet with the Crona person. Allow me to explain the details for you, friends of the Ink Demon. Thousands of years after Demon Vibe was banished into the Shadow Realm, the Ohkuobverse has the very existence when Demon Vibe met the author, Atsushi Ohkubo, as his "Imagniary Friend", but that man was such insolent moron who originally a musician in Japan, these symbols of what we call it "the Eyes of Shadow Realm" were those symbol representing the face of a third-eye demon. But unknown to it, the Ohkuboverse that it exsited wasn't creating from the author's silly imagination, it was Demon Vibe's creation, all of the stuff from the Ohkuboverse were made from these tattle tales we call them Liars. Lies are nothing but false ones came from the speaking tongue of one being that is the king of lies, codename : The Devil.
Brute Boris : So what you're saying is that the Ohkuboverse was created as a facade, it's a like it's a prison created within another realm. Shadow Realm and Realm of Darkness are extremely equivalent with the Heartless.
Inky Albarn : Indeed, the world of Kingdom Hearts was exactly made of Light and Darkness, two forces from the powers of Angel Vibe and Demon Vibe, the two godly beings are entities that are the mother and father of good and evil, Angel Vibe is the mother of hope and the light itself, while Demon Vibe is the vibe of Darkness that brings nothing but death and Destruction. They are the two forces that originated the hope and despair in the Ohkuboverse, and the first story to begin with was the story of a boy who saved his world from death and destruction, caused by his creation the Evangelist.,The Cosmic entity that started it all. After defeating his Creation, Shinra gave birth to his man-made son, Death, and the new world created that existed 1000 years, but for now, it has been destroyed by a Time-traveling entity called the Time Eater that annhilated everyone or sented to their childhoods, including the victims he killed were Shinra Kusakabae and his beloved Iris...
Alice Angel : And the last one was executed right? The one who is the true mother of witchkind, Inca of the Kasugatani family. She has been pulling the strings on the devil's heart and she was the originated the witches in Soul World. She created her own legacy meaning that the Majo Kai were a only a tribe of magicians trying to protect the legacy. but then, the Men of Shinra's Influece kept truth out of it and hid it from the witches and the public eye their selves. Making the humans and Witches being selfish to each other. No wonder Soul Eater existed itself, until the detectives of Real World AU had made contact with the witches and established Interpol's second branch and the world's truest peacekeeping forces, the Majo Detective Force.
Inky Albarn : When I restore the Royal Bloodline, the Ink Demon's legacy will throw one's legacy and spoils the other, then I will make this world supreme into all that monochrome sadness, and then the world will be all yours, Sammy. You and me, a servant that will understand a queen's duty, or I will make you as an apprentice.
Sammy Lawrence : That sounds like not a half bad idea. With more of that to your duties, I will become a prophet for an apprentice for your son's brother. A new born would be a great idea for having a family of your own.
Inky Albarn : That's why I decided to bring this object that I got in my hand from another heartless. The four servants of Demon Vibe have always been adjacently to the hearless and there for, the seven lights are in total. But the order is still incomplete. To make Demon Vibe conquer the Galaxy, we need the Seven Lights and the 13 darknesses in total order to fulfill the duty of my will, then I will restore my family's bloodline.
Brute Boris : Hey, come on, now. I've always been this nervous of having a plan to see what if the world would meet a terrible fate from that guy from Majora's Mask, maybe that should be really the problem, the problem is that how are these heartless are really capable of putting the humans and witches into a conflict. But it wasn't for that Ansem guy, he wouldn't stand a chance to see what Kingdom Hearts have for us store, maybe the World of Light itself might be the connection to Kingdom Hearts, that's how Angel Vibe brought hope in the Ohkuboverse in the first before it was completely destroyed in half.
Crona : Hello, are you supposed to be, Maka Albarn? Wait, you are not the one who I have been looking for. I have been mistaken for you.
Inky Albarn : You are wrong, child. I am Inky Albarn, queen of the Ink Demons, and you are an experiment conducted by Sammy and that heartless witch, Medusa. You were brought into this world to bring death and destruction plagued by the heartless, and that witch is probably one of them, you were bamboozled by becoming a so-called evil god , or a Kishin. However, those so-called Kishins were exterminated by the Demon Kings and witches were sick and tired of it, it's a lie from the devil and there's no such thing as a Kishin, nothing but a heartless coward who wanted to crave the death and destruction by fueling one's lust for power. Ultimate and destructive power!
Crona : So I wasn't going to become a god, becoming heartless. So that means I'm just an experiment created by people and Sammy? I guess the Gorgon sister's were wrong for using me as a puppet on a string. I'm no child to a bunch of witches, just a bunch of heartless.
[DOOR BANG!]
Italian Officer : Hello!? Is anyone in this basilica? Mama Mia! Thanks goodness just what we law officers we're looking for, a hero!
Inky Albarn : ...Excuse me italian gentlemen. What's the problem?
Italian Officer : There's-a a witch floating over the basilica and we need a hero to take that monster down! She must've brought the kid here to assassinate you! Please, you gotta stop that villain and take her out immediately!
Inky Albarn : You look after the Crona child, I'll go deal with a nasty heartless villain that is making a mess in Italy. I shall not let the Royal Bloodline be in vain, whether they like it or not. If they wanted the pain and suffering that much? Then I'll give them Pain and Suffering, those are the best teachers that anyone should know. I always look out for my consort and my son.
"Let the carnage of all demons begin!"
~ Prologue 11 : The Beginning of Redemption ~
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🌿 how does creating make you feel?
🎈 describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?
🤲 what do YOU get out of writing?
- tired
🌿 how does creating make you feel?
so free. i mean if it depends too. poetry writing makes me want to punch a wall and chomp my fist off in the best way possible while story writing feels like i’m floating through space and gravity. overall, it’s very fun at the end of the day and i enjoy it sm.
🎈 describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?
it’s definitely fluid in style. sometimes it’s more metaphorical and poetry like, flowy from one part to the next, other times it’s more simple in the wording yet still snappy and has that rhythm. right now, it’s pretty consistent with the two styles. the biggest shift in style i had was back in 2021 in the winter when i took a big hiatus and came back with a new style all together. after that, it’s been small improvements and changes here and there but nothing as big as that.
🤲 what do YOU get out of writing?
the satisfaction of finally getting the idea down and the itch under my skin fading once the work is posted. i get a buzz whenever the need for a creative outlet comes by and i get restless until i can turn it into words; whether it’s a small blurb, a bullet point, the beginnings of a plot, etc. i also get the joy of seeing people enjoy my stuff whenever they reblog or comment :DD i like the connection made and it always makes me smile heh
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viky2318 · 1 year
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Heyyyyyyy. As you may have noticed, I'm not being able to keep the rhythm and post regularly. Just wanted to say that I'm not dead nor depressed or out of ideas for this story, but it's just that the world suddenly remembered my existence and decided to fill me with stuff to do. Having things cleared out, have the boys
The air was filled with tension. After the incident with the last mission, almost two weeks ago, Sam completely stopped everything and closed himself in his office. Maddy didn't get out of the bedroom since then, and Muffet's mood got only worse. Grillby could only stay there and watch as his world slowly fell apart. He could try to be more caring and understanding, but it looked like he was losing time.
The monster sighed as he took another dish and put it in the sink to clean it. Those simple activities always reminded him of his life before the multiverse, making him feel more at ease. He missed that life a little bit. It wasn't perfect nor too interesting, but it was quiet and it was something he made with effort and sacrifices. Grillby closed his eyes for a second, and thought again at what he lost. His friends, his family, his work. He built that restaurant brick by brick. Not literally, but it almost felt like it. He remembered every inch of that place. The smooth surface of the counter, the warm lights, the floor, the tables. He opened his eyes, and found himself in the place he knew like the palm of his hands. Sat on the counter, there was a tall smiling man. "Heh, you really are a sentimental one", he commented. Grillby went straight to the point. "What do you want?" He asked. The man snickered. "Calm down, I'm not going to kill you! That is what you and your friends do". Grillby looked at him coldly. "I don't need someone to tell me that what I am doing is wrong. I already know it" he stated. The man raised a brow and asked: "then why are you still doing it?". The monster remained silent. The man nodded, his smile fading away. "Ah, I understand. You don't want another Ezra, do you? You try to keep the demon under control, hoping that if you praise him enough, he will let everyone be. But the demon doesn't care about your silent begging, and will kill them anyway". Grillby was now tense, nervous. The silence that filled the place spoke for him. "You know more than you should '' he finally stated. The man shrugged. "Let's just say I lived for a long while. And even after my death, I kept an eye open for my people''. He sighed and smiled again, a bit of a melancholic smile. "You should know how it feels to lose a loved one. You try to protect what remains of your family and, when even that one fades away, … you just want to disappear. You were lucky you found a new one. I gave up before understanding which mine was… oh, sorry. I'm rambling". Grillby thought about the man's words. "You're the one who spoke with Muffet, right?" he suddenly asked, already knowing the answer. The man chuckled and commented: "You're a smart one, huh? Yes, it was me. Did she talk about it with you?". "She only mentioned it '' The fire said. The man stood silent for a while, then got up. "yours is a good family. Protect it with your life. Farewell". Grillby looked at the man while he walked out of the bar. Before closing the door, he smiled again and commented: "it's rude to ignore someone who's talking with you, friend…".
He turned around and found himself again in the kitchen, facing the sink. "GRILLBY!!!" Muffet shouted from behind him. He turned around (again) and saw his friend staring at him worriedly. "Gosh, are you ok? I called you thrice but you didn't answer me!" she exclaimed. The fire sighed, then apologized. "I...was thinking, and I didn't hear you" he explained. The spider stared at him intently, almost as if she wanted to read his mind, but then huffed and made up an annoyed face. "You made me so damn worried, you know? I saw you standing there motionless, and I… I just… Huff. I would just hate someone else to become like how Maddy is now". Grillby felt her worry and all the tiredness she was trying to hide for days. The allusion their friend made him understand what she was calling him for. He took away the gloves he was wearing to clean the dishes and left them near the sink, then sat on a chair. Muffet imitated him and sat down too. "So, what happened with her?" He asked using a very calmed tone. The spider smiled in relief (she was clearly not feeling at ease with starting the conversation) and answered: "Maddy told me what happened in the mission to Underswap ''. Even with his quiet and controlled behavior, Grillby couldn't help lighting up at the news. Maddy hasn't spoken since that day. "What did she say?" He asked. "Well, she hasn't said much, but… Sam has something to do with it. She looked terrified when she just pronounced their name…". The man’s face couldn’t show it, but a sudden concern got him. Muffet kept speaking. “... you know I don't like what we do anymore. I can’t tell if this is the real cause, but I think that Maddy got angry when I said it to her, and reacted like that because Sam maybe somehow fueled their anger? Even if I'm not sure how…”. Grillby remained silent for a while, making order in his tired mind. He then made another question to Muffet, a question that she didn’t like much. “Why are you still here? You say you don’t want to harm anyone anymore yet you are here, doing what Sam asks you to do. Is there any specific reason?”. She looked away, unsure. “I dunno. I think that’s because I don't wanna leave you and Maddy here. I wouldn’t feel ok with myself if I left you both with them". The two monsters fell silent again. Both of them didn't want to be here but remained because they cared for the others. Muffet spoke again. "Should we do something about all this?" She asked, a hint of resolution in her voice. Oh, Grillby wanted to do something, to find a solution. But he knew that it wasn't wise to act without a clear vision of the whole thing. He shook his head silently. "Better to keep an eye open and try to fully understand the situation. We are basing our ideas on theories, but we need facts. What if we got this all wrong? In the meantime, I think we should go to Maddy and talk with her". Muffet openly huffed in annoyance, but followed Grillby's suggestion.
"I told you, he doesn't take action"
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cupcakentea · 3 years
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ashestospace-fics · 3 years
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Let's try it out
Character: Diavolo from Obey me!
Reader: Male
Tags: boobjob (reader Receiving) oral
G: Smut/lemon
A/n: man I just wanted to get ingulf in his tits it's okay?
Masterlist
"you do know it was a joke right?" Your voice had a mixture of horror and concern as Diavolo drag you along to his room. His usual smile on his face now had determined eyes in his expression as he opens the doors to his quarters. A part of you was hating on Asmo for opening his mouth, but thanking him profusely for your current situation.
You let out a deep sigh as you looked away scratching your chin. "Okay fine... I guess we can try it out if you really want to.." you mumble out.
" Nonsense! This just gives us more room to experiment on better ways to pleasure each other!" He said more excited than you expected. Your face was heating up again as he sat you down on the overly large bed. You almost sank down on it, as he places both hands as support on the bed on each side next to you. Diavolo towered over you with ease, a puppy dog expression as he looked down at you.
"Ahaha I knew you'll want to try it out" he responded with his booming laughter as he leans down to kiss the top of your head.
Try what out? Well, you see...
...
"Oh oh oh! You guys want to know what Y/n favorite little sexual thing to get is?" Asmo suddenly coo'e in Diavolos and the brother's direction.
You spat your drink from where you sat as your ears picked up the sly voice.
"Asmo!" You blurt out already standing up.
Lucifer sigh as he holds his nose bridge. "Asmo you s-"
"Oh, what will that be?" Diavolo responded in a curious tone before Mammon could caught in. You let out a panic scream from where you stood.
"Apparently he really into getting boob job by guys-" "Asmo! Shut up, shut up" you wrap your hands around his mouth trying to silence him. He just started laughing as he shakes you off with ease.
" awe but I haven't even got to tell them the rest!" Asmo kept circling around you as your face blew up in embarrassment.
"That's why you shouldn't even trust him with those things," Satan says with a sigh, Mammon, and Levi slowly touch their chest as a sad and dreadful expression cover their faces.
"Damn it this is so unfair..." Levi whispers out as he turns around, Mammon almost faked cry.
"Will you two stop..." You mumble out as you groan loudly as you didn't look up at the two golden eyes piercing into your soul. Already cursing at whatever weird questions were gonna come out of this from your boyfriend.
...
And that's pretty much how you ended up here, Diavolo ended up cornering you and asking you questions and dragging you into his room to try this out. It couldn't be even more embarrassing how at ease he was as he slowly took his uniform off. Your face heating up as each button that he undid made a sound that vibrated against your ears as he leans close to you. A layer of clothing falling off his stone like body as he kept direct eye contact with you. Smiling ever sweetly to you was enough to have your stomach stirring.
Your own hands finding their way to his waist, fingers locking around the loop belt of his pants as he was finally into the last layer, his button-up shirt. You shallow dry, his shirt was so tight on him. Hugging his torso so nicely as it shows the piercing of his nipples against the thin fabric. His pecs were just so perfectly sculptures, it never failed to make your mouth water how surprisingly soft they were every time you manage to get a hold of them.
"You look like your already enjoying this, hm heh I'm glad" your eyes shoot back up to him. Cheeks heating up by getting caught staring, but could he blame you? He was putting up a show for you with how slow he was going, once his hands started unbuttoning his shirt, and the view of his valley started to show. Your breath got caught on your throat as your hands went behind him and gave his ass a tight squeeze.
"Fuck...you really like teasing huh?" You mumble out as he finally shrugged the shirt off his shoulders as he smiles at your desperate look. A hum leaving his throat at the feeling of your hands leaving his ass and up his chest to knead one of his tits.
"It's fun" he simply said laughing at you puckering your lips. Both hands now squeezing his chest as your thumbs rolled around his nipples. A shaky sigh passes his lips at the feeling, his back arching once you pinch and pull on them. A heavy groan passing his throat as he let you press forward. Your lips kiss and sucked in his chest as your fingers kept rubbing and pinching his now hard nubs as he looked down at you. His breathing starting to go heavy against his chest.
His chest wasn't always this sensitive, but ever since you started giving it so much attention. His body started to react more each time your hot mouth wrap around his skin. He bites down his lip, holding back another chuckle at the feeling of your erection pressing against him. Both his large hands pull your head back making you look up at him with a pop from your lips. Drool passing your lips he clean it off with his thumb.
"That will do" he whispers out as he lowers himself between your legs. Your breathing was slow and heavy against your chest as you lifted your waist up to let him take care of removing your pants and trousers. Hissing at the cold air once your cock hit your lower stomach with a bounce. His index finger press against the tip and swirl it, as that everlasting smile on his face almost turns dark for just a moment as he slowly stroke it down to the base.
"Your so hard already y/n..." He mumbled out as he kept stroking you slowly, his grip was just overwhelming with the size of his hand as he looked up at your panting face. Quiet moans falling off your lips, "h-heh well yeah, uh..fuck do you have lube around from last time?" You moan in between your words as you squinted an eye shut when he stops. You wanted so bad to thrust your hips but contain yourself.
"No need" he simply said as he holds you down by your hips. You raise a brow before you threw your head back. Diavolo took you in one go completely down his throat down to your hips. Your hand flew to grip on his hair as he stood still to sucked you in, his throat clenching around you and vibrating by his own moans as he slowly pulled away as he sucked hard. You let out drag a moan as he stops at the tip. A content looks in his hungry eyes as he let go of you with a pop.
"Fuck, warn me next time" you whine out as you tried calming down at the sudden stimulation. He kissed the tip in return as he sat upon his knees as he got taller for his chest to level with your now throbbing length. "Haha did I caught you off guard?" He responded with a knowing tone as he looked down at you.
You inhale slowly as he pushes your length between the warmth of his chest, sucking it in until your tip was the only thing in view as he leans down to your hips. You moan loudly as he started to move up and down, his elbows pressing his tits together as he kept a slow pace. His own quiet groans stirring you up as his eyes dig into your figure. Your mouth was going dry as you pull yourself you grabbed his chest and squeeze it as your hips thrust up. His breath got caught on his throat as he almost stumbles back as you started to thrust up. His tongue meeting down to give your tip puppy dog licks every time it meets up to his face.
You groan loudly as you pinch and kneaded his chest as your pace became out of rhythm as your climax started to build up. Diavolo panted as he felt almost hypnotized by your actions. His body reacting a bit too much to his own liking at the simple feeling of your hands and cock between his tits.
"I-im gonna cum, ah fuck cumming" you moan out desperately as your pace went frantic. Diavolo Open his mouth once you pulled away already knowing what was coming, as you stroke your cock you came on his face. His tongue stuck out to catch as much as he could as licked and swallow it down. You back falling back to hit the bed as you wanted loudly. He hummed loudly as he rose up and straddle you in place.
"That was fun!" He said as he pushes down your hair back as you catch your breath.
"H-heh yeah, jeez what are your tits made off" you blurt out meeting him up to kiss his lips. He just grins back.
"Good to know you enjoyed it dear, now let's continue, you have me all riled up from just simple touches"
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yanderenightmare · 3 years
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Hey, can I have yandere!shinsou to insult the chubby!reader bcs she really made him angry to her by being rebellious so it ended up with she is getting fuck so hard by him 🥵��
yandere ! SHINSO HITOSHI
goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, mind-control, jealousy
MISTAKES COME BEST WHEN SERVED IN THREES
She’d been bugging him all night. 
They were hauled up in his dorm-room with homework, had been so for hours. And it wouldn't have been too bad, but she wouldn't shut up.
She laid on her stomach, elbows propped up beneath her, tits mushed perfectly into his mattress, looking like a comfortable pillow fo support, squeezed like two plump balloons in her top with the way she bounced on them. She always bounced as she spoke, so bubbly, voluptuous lips sucking on her pen in those breaks where she didn't have anything to say, looking like a cute little bunny with the chubs of her cheeks, her legs kicking in the air, ass wiggling like a puppy wagging its tail, as she babbled on and on and on about her stupid crush.
Disgusting. He’d lost count of how many times he’d rolled his eyes, sustained clicking his tongue in an exasperated fashion, now feeling the growing need to go puke his guts up.
“He’s got such pretty hair too, like... it’s fluffy, like a cat, like he has secrets hidden inside there or something...” He wanted to claw his eyes out, but he couldn't stop looking at her, those lips, that cheeky smile, her childish giggle. His ears bleeding, not wanting to hear another silly foolish detail about whomever the fuck had her so neatly tied around there finger. “I just want to run my hands through it, you know?” She fiddled with a lock of her own hair while she daydreamed, finger raking through the pretty shiny treads. “Tangle my fingers inside it and ride his face.” That’s when he snapped.
It took only a split second to process, perhaps because he’d imagined it so many times already. Her plush thighs hugging his face, hands grabbing the fat of her ass, setting the rhythm, not letting her go until he feels her dripping down his chin. “Who?” He sounded like an owl, looked like one too. Eyes intense as they stared at her place on his mattress. 
Such audacity she had, talking up wet-dreams of someone else in his fucking bed.
Her brows knitted, looking at him, legs stopping to rub together in the air. “Hm?” She only hummed, but it was enough.
“What’s his name?” He repeated, and this time she had no choice but to answer.
Her features blanched, eyes pooling with void, enslaved, gorgeous, pupils blown large like a black lake, like ink ready to write all her secrets, to spill her guts for him. 
“Shinso Hitoshi.”
The name dropped from her lips without hesitance, and despite the monotonous sound of it, despite lackluster at the absence of her substantial voice, her full-bodied brazen wild tone, it still managed to make his heart stop, stammer in his chest, before beating along like it usually does, like a skipping rock, picking up its pace, soon to be hammering like some war-drum, fueling war-paint through his system, spiked and frayed, making the thin hairs at the nape of his neck rise, his purple mane frizz with static. 
Thoroughly put out, enough to lose his hold on her.
“Did you...” She shook from the shock, from the shackles. “Did you just-” Her palms pushed into her temple as her eyes scrutinized, pulling her knees to curl into a sitting position on the bed. “Use your quirk on me?” 
Her frame had bled into a blurry view at the light of his bliss, his smile widened into a sneer as sharp as a knife, eyes refocusing at the sound of her voice breaking the otherwise pin-drop silence and galloping of his heart.
He scoffed at her pout, at the brimming, swirling vivid look of betrayal climbing in her eyes, almost drooling at the bashful blush that adorned her cheeks, having never seen her shy or humiliated before and finding an unparalleled sense of victory at the sight of it. 
“What?” He shrugged, sly smile nudging further up on his face, smug and victorious, uncaring of whatever feeling he must have stirred with knowing how she actually felt plain and simple and outspoken, pulled right from her chest, still echoing on the walls, ringing in his mind, dripping from his teeth. He could almost laugh. “Not the guy you thought I was?”
“This isn't funny, Toshi.” Believe him, he didn't think so either. “I trusted you.”
“Your first mistake.” His lilac eyes shone with such sinister glee, such carnal sadistic pleasure, she felt it like a claw on her throat. “Liking me is your second.”
“You’re such a jerk.” Her voice strained, caught between being vicious to teary-wet. He could only imagine, like he’d done so many sleepless nights already, the catlike whimpers and whines she’d spill once he did like she suggested earlier.
She pushed herself off his bed with a bounce and huff and a sweet little sniffle, walking past where he still sat seated on the chair by his desk, hand drumming lean knuckled fingers on the table. “Leaving so soon, Kitten?” He didn't bother getting up. He didn't need to.
“Fuck- you.” She mumbled, her voice already a croak of suppressed cries, her heart aching in her chest as she walked to the door.
The smile cracked even farther, more salacious, more enjoyed, gorged and savored. “Fuck me? Heh, that’ll be your third...” He scoffed, laugh lacing his mocking words. “Stop.” Was all he needed to say to turn all her nerves against her and bend them to do his bidding. “Come here.” 
His hand still drummed on the table, not having bothered turning around as he heard her approach him again. Perfectly timed steps, one after the other, mechanical almost, until she stood, plain and simple, without resistance, between his legs, all up for grabs. His fingers stopped drumming.
Then there was silence again. But she would say the smirk on his face was loud, and so was the glint in those lavender orbs, warm in her head, in her cheeks, hot and heavy with how he eyed her, up and down. Hotter as those arms, lined with the muscles of a man, straining veins and fresh bruises from his training, reaching out scarred hands to touch her ample hips, pulling her closer, tighter between his thighs. Fingers, strangely confident and lax, unbothered and unhurried, soon fiddling with the clasp that kept her short school skirt together at the waist, pinching what pliable flesh he found as he explored. Other hand ascending with the same grace, working slowly as he twisted the buttons to her shirt open, popping one after the other, face buried and pushed into the welcoming warm embrace of her breasts with a heavy sigh, lips dragging up and down the valley of them, nose rubbing and cuddling into her skin, teeth soon gracing alongside his tongue licking at her. Her shirt and skirt falling to the floor, pooling around her ankles, meanwhile his hand moved to the back to pinch loose the clasp of her bra, where the other hand had made itself busy feeling up the thickness of her ass like putty between his greedy fingers.
“On the bed.” He growled, face still mushed into her skin, all clothes except her precious cotton panties left in a pile by the desk.
And off she went, Shinso getting up and out of his chair to trail after her, towering over her short frame, looking down at the back of her head and how it seemed to bob up and down as she walked, hips swaying like a feline from side to side as she stalked, until she turned on her heel and plopped down with a bounce. Always so bouncy. So plump and full of life. Juicy like a peach.
He got down on his knees quickly, hands reached out to grab her knees, prying them apart carefully, opening up for a view of soft plush doughy flesh and the valley that made her panties look like a heart just beneath her tummy, all for him to bite into. He groaned, hands curled as they raked down from grabbing at her ass, until they hooked under her knees, pushing her up and down on her back, tits bouncing from the fall, his other hand giving them the attention they deserve, kneading one breasts in his palm, fingers going from tweaking the nib to pulling at it like picking up a water-balloon by the tail, managing to wake her.
“Get off!” She gasped, whined at the harsh touch, hands coming to push at his hard abs. But he wasn't budging, hands easily and softly finding her wrists to keep them from flailing, his dark chuckle stirring that something deep within her gut.
“Get off?” He repeated, questioningly, a slight snicker playing in his tone. “What?” It was clear he was amused, that he had no regrets and no intentions of backing down. “You don't like it when I touch you?” He pushed her down, drowned her in the sheets, hiked his knee up on the bed to earn leverage and height, like a tower toppling over, pushing her wrists into the mattress, head dipping to kiss at her collarbone, nose sliding up her neck as she shook her head in slight protest were any verbal answers were sure to be taken advantage of. “Well-” He scoffed. “That’s a lie.” His words whispered at her ear, as he smoothly hooked his foot under her leg to push them open, knee fitting snugly between the tight space of her thighs, hiking her up over the tops of his own, fitting between her. “We both know you’ll love it when I touch you, Kitten.” 
He bit her earlobe with another snicker, kissed her cheek chastely, slipping his tongue into her mouth as he dunked in for one hungry sloppy kiss, loving her adorable girlish squeals beneath him, how her hands had stopped struggling, a tinge of rose blushing her cheeks once he pulled up for air. 
“There’s no need to be shy.” Pupils blown, his eyes had never seemed darker. “You belong to me.” He kissed down her neck, bit at her skin. “Every single inch of you.” His hands relieving their post, leaving two smaller hands to stay where they’d been placed. “These tits.” Lips kissing the bud of her breast, teeth rolling it on his tongue. Rough fingers grabbing like claws into the cake of her thighs again, spreading them further apart. “These thighs.” He growled, hands cupping her ass to rut his bulge into her thinly clothed sex, lips crashing onto her once again, even as she yelped against him. “This ass.” He groaned, rocking into her. “All of you. Every single curve.” He purred. “There won’t be an ounce of your being left untouched, unlicked, un-fucked once I’m done.”
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redwinterroses · 3 years
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A while back there were some requests for Xisuma angst or h/c that was unrelated to EX, so... I am attempting to fill this void. Heh.
Part 1 below the cut, Part 2 to be posted at a later date, and all to be put up on AO3 when finished. :D
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In retrospect, deciding to build a mega honey farm the first time he’d built any kind of honey farm might have been… overambitious.
Xisuma finished hurriedly blocking off the door to his honey farm building—the random assortment of blocks he’d scrambled to grab might have been funny in any other circumstances; there were literally diamond and emerald blocks mixed in with podzol and three stray jungle planks—and let himself sag against the new wall with a sigh. Looking up, he could see dozens of buzzing bees drifting about in the high-ceilinged space, bumbling off the walls and curiously exploring all the nooks and crannies of the rafters and support beams. Fortunately, he didn’t think too many of them had escaped the building altogether, but it was going to take him hours to get them all corralled back into their hives.
One misplaced bit of redstone and a touch of lag. That’s all it took to undo days of work on this farm.
A new message pinged onto his HUD.
<Docm77> who is lagging out chunks in shopping district? <iskall85> not me but i feel it too at my base. server lag? <cubfan135> it was fine last night but this morning is a mess. rip my melon farm the timing’s all out of whack now <Grian> blame mumbo <MumboJumbo> hey! not me this time!
X lifted a hand and disconnected his helmet, the seal hissing as the pressure equalized. The jungle air was thick and humid, and as he pulled off the helmet and ran a hand through his sweaty hair (he needed a haircut; add that to the ever-growing list of things to do yesterday) it was difficult to fill his lungs with the heavy oxygen. But for just a minute, he needed to get the screens and data out of his vision. The bees he’d just released hummed with annoying contentment, and he glared up at them.
“Just my luck,” he muttered to himself. Or to the bees. Or to the universe. Who even knew at this point. “Okay. Right, then.” He reluctantly slipped the helmet back onto his head, taking a deep breath as it resealed and filled with purified, thinner air.
“Take it from the top.”
Three hours later, he had the last of the bees retrieved and in its proper hive, the redstone repaired, and a failsafe in place to hopefully keep it from happening again. His stomach rumbled, but a quick glance at the messages in his inbox showed that he really didn’t have time to stop for lunch. He’d grab something later.
For now—he needed to deal with the lag issue. It was being felt across the server and probably had something to do with one of the plugins he’d installed recently needing to update and that was going to take a while to track down, so he headed up to his office in the main base tower and settled down at the console. Hypno had already died to flying into a wall thanks to the lag, and chat was full of complaints about ghost blocks and broken redstone.
<Xisuma> sorry, had an issue with my bees. Working on the problem now.
He didn’t wait for a response, toggling off chat and settling in to review the server settings and files. Individually. One by one.
Admin work was… settling, in an odd way. It was a system that he could understand: predictable and ordered. His attention could hone in on the coding and the settings and the bits and bytes, fingers clacking away at the keyboard, pulling folders and files from one side of his control screen to the other, checking and rechecking each item as it crossed his exploratory path. X fell into a rhythm, the only sounds in his office the humming of his control panel, the tapping of his fingers against keys and screens, and the ever-present soft hiss of his air supply.
He didn’t even notice when it got dark.
“Aha—” his voice, a bit rough from disuse, broke the silence of the office. “There you are.”
The offending file—once he’d found it, buried in a zipped archive in a subfolder on a backup drive—was simple to deal with, and with an exhausted flourish, he saved the changes and sent the information to the server. He could feel the minute it took effect, the entire world seeming to give a little lurch and then spinning on with renewed vigor.
Satisfied, he pulled up chat once more and sent:
<Xisuma> that ought to do the trick!
There was no response, and when he checked the status tab, he gave a small, self-deprecating grimace. It was incredibly late; everyone was either asleep or afk.
That was fine, though. They’d see it in the morning.
In the meantime, with the server this quiet, it was the perfect opportunity to catch up on the half dozen other admin tasks he’d been putting off. No one would mind if certain things went offline while they were all asleep, and he could have it all done by the time anyone else woke up.
Stifling a yawn, he got up and headed into his storage room to grab some supplies, already pulling up a list in his HUD of what needed done. He’d take a nap after everyone else was up and about again. For now: work.
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Time… time was a construct. And a rather pointless one at that.
Lost in the checks on his to-do list and the comforting monotony of moving items into chests and out of chests and realizing there was something he needed to do before he could complete this project, but in order to do that he needed an item from a farm, which turned out to be overflowing so something needed to be done with those items but now the sorter is full and it really would be more efficient if he reconfigured the input redstone and—
He didn’t even really notice the black specks creeping into the edges of his vision, or the way he was having to do the same tasks over again because he’d done them wrong the first time—wait this chest is for andesite and I’ve just gone and sorted in a bunch of gravel—
It really was only a matter of time—construct that it was—before it all caught up with him.
.
There were voices in the darkness.
“…found him! Over here—”
“…is he doing? Grab the…”
“X? Xisuma, can you hear me?”
Hm? His consciousness swam up through the velvet darkness just long enough to realize that he was lying on the chilly concrete floor of his storage room, half-draped over a shulker with the edges digging into his ribs. Oh. Must have… dozed off…
There were figures moving around him, and voices that sounded concerned. He furrowed his brow, trying to pry his eyes open the rest of the way—if there was a problem, he needed to fix it. He was the admin. It was his job.
“Help me get him…”
“…take off the helmet?”
“Better leave it on for now…”
And then he was being lifted, and he didn’t have the energy to really fight off the fog that rolled over him, pulling him back down into the gentle, silent Void.
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soren-apologist · 2 years
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Fire Emblem Heroes: Priam’s C - S Supports
for @thelogicofikeandsoren
C Support
Ike: Hah! Hyaaah!
Ike: You there. Do you need something, or are you gonna watch me all day?
Priam: I was admiring your breath technique. An exhale seems to line up with every swing. Impressive rhythm.
Priam: Your grip is also well-informed by your stance. Your form is deliberate and purposeful at all times.
Ike: You really were watching.
Priam: I do wonder if you are equally well coordinated against a live opponent.
Priam: Would you care to demonstrate?
Ike: Not what I had in mind for my training today, but I’m not the type to turn down a fight.
Ike: Let’s see what you can do.
Priam: Very good. At your ready.
Ike: Here I come! Hyaaah!
Priam: A straight frontal attack! You’ve got a lot of confidence!
Ike: Just getting started!
Priam: Well struck! Exactly what I’d expect from the Radiant Hero!
Soren: A moment, Ike? As soon as you’re finished with… whatever this is.
Priam: It seems we are cut short. Farewell.
Ike: …Hey, Soren.
Soren: I thought you were training on your own today. Something I should know about?
Ike: No idea. That guy disappeared as suddenly as he challenged me.
Soren: He was not holding back, from the sound of it.
Ike: No, he was serious.
Soren: If the enemy is sending assassins after you, we are going to have to tighten up security.
Ike: I don’t know if he was an enemy or what, but one thing is for sure.
Soren: And that is?
Ike: Even battered as it was, I’d recognize the blade he was wielding anywhere.
Ike: That was Ragnell. My sword.
Soren: You can’t be serious…
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B Support:
Priam: I really must thank you for indulging me in that duel the other day.
Ike: Back for more?
Priam: Were that the case, I would have already drawn my blade.
Priam: My name is Priam. Forgive me for skipping introductions previously, I was eager to cross swords with you.
Ike: Soren managed to learn a little about you. You’re from Ylisse, like Chrom
Priam: Correct. I spent much of my life striving to become Ylisse’s most powerful swordsman.
Priam: My ambition was to surpass even the legend of the Radiant Hero, but...
Priam: The power of your strikes made clear that I still have much to learn.
Ike: You’re saying there are legends about me in your world?
Priam: Yes. I could recount them for you in full detail, if you’d like, though it will take some time.
Ike: I’m good, thanks.
Priam: Fair enough. What matters is that I did not challenge you merely to test your strength.
Priam: I did it so that I might see Ragnell at its peak. In its purest form.
Ike: You did it for my sword, huh? Your sword, I mean.
Priam: Ragnell is more than a mere sword to me. We are bound together. It is an extension of my body and will.
Priam: After all we have been through, I felt I owed it to the blade to see its former glory.
Ike: Right...
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A Support
Priam: The legends say that Ragnell’s light has shone throughout all ages.
Ike: Ever since the time of the Three Heroes, when it was wielded by Altina, along with Alondite.
Ike: The sword’s done a lot of good for the people of Tellius.
Priam: I would say it has played a pivotal role in history. And of course we cannot discount your contribution.
Priam: With Ragnell in hand, you united the beorc and laguz and led them into battle against a god.
Priam: That is why they call you the Radiant Hero.
Ike: Heh. You make it sound easy.
Priam: What I saw in Ragnell during our duel convinced me that it is indeed a very special sword.
Priam: You know, some cultures believe that objects that are much beloved can take on otherworldly properties.
Priam: If that is true, it may well be possible for this sword to have developed something of a will of its own.
Priam: Perhaps even a soul. That could explain how it has chosen so many prominent heroes over the years.
Priam: Either way, to me, Ragnell is much more than simple steel. More than the sum of its material parts.
Ike: You sure do like the sound of your own voice...
Priam: Hmm? What was that?
Ike: Nothing. Go on.
Priam: As I was saying, Ragnell is a part of me--that is why I treat it with such care and respect.
Priam: I spend a portion of my day, each day, to ensure that the blade is given its proper maintenance.
Ike: You sure you’re doing that right?
Priam: I am. In fact, my maintenance routine is impeccable. But unfortunately even I cannot stave off its degradation.
Priam: As sad as it may make me to say, I must admit that the sword’s time may be reaching its inevitable end...
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S Support
Ike: So Ragnell’s bound to decay, huh? Fine by me.
Priam: Fine? How can it be fine?
Ike: The way I see it, if Ragnell’s time is coming to an end, maybe that’s a sign that it’s no longer needed.
Priam: Why would it not be needed?
Ike: A sword is a weapon. It represents war. And a peaceful world doesn’t have any need for weapons.
Priam: Perhaps. But I was summoned to Askr with Ragnell by my side.
Priam: By your logic, that must mean Ragnell has a role to play in this world.
Priam: And if that is the case... perhaps there is some final task I must help it perform before it can rest.
Ike: You know, Priam...
Ike: I think you’d make a good fit for the Greil Mercenaries. Why don’t you join us, as least for your time in Askr?
Priam: That is a flattering invitation...
Priam: But I must decline. It is not in my nature to follow others’ orders.
Ike: I can respect that.
Priam: I will continue to do in this world what I have always done in mine--seek out the strong.
Priam: If that means our paths lie in the same direction, so be it.
Ike: I get you.
Priam: Then farewell for now, Radiant Hero. Until we meet again.
Ike: You got it... fellow Ragnell enthusiast.
Ike: See you around.
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Would it be okay if I asked for a part 2 for the love at first sight for reille or the octa trio reaction/thoughts when they find out about the crush?
(Okay, but I have little info of Rille so I did my best to work with it!)
(Link To Part 1!)
"(Y/N), you seem tired." Azul said as he watched the female human place down a sheet of paper for him to look over. The (h/c)-nette holds back a yawn. "Sorry, I was up last night." "Why is that?"
(Y/N) smiles to herself, appreciating Azul's concern a tiny bit. "Nothing that important, just had a late start on studying." Azul watches her carefully, trying to see if she was lying. But the human, once again, shrugs. "Nice of you to worry 'bout me, Azul."
(Y/N) teases, grinning as she sees the glasses wearing male almost chokes on his tea. Coughing into his sleeve, he tries to play off his mistake. "*Ahem*, of course! My employees are important to me and the flourish of Monstro Lounge. That being said, I think they need you back out there (Y/N)."
Smirking, the female walks out the room and says a simple goodbye before leaving the office. "Heh," feeling her shoes stomp against the floor. She swore to the great seven that she could hear rhythm! The slow jazz of the Monstro Lounge would of put herself to sleep if it weren't for her feet aching as she waited tables. Once her shift ended, (Y/N) clocks out and heads back to Ramshackle.
Yet once she got there, she sees the magic car. A big grin plastered on her cheeks as a idea came in mind. Racing into the dorm, she calls out Yuu and Grim. Instead of getting her friends to answer back, the ghosts welcome her back and tell her that they were up in thier bedroom. Nodding, (Y/N) hurriedly goes up the steps.
Opening the door to the shared room, the words she wanted to say never leave her mouth. The two were sound asleep as notes and books were nestled around their resting bodies. Not minding it in the slightest, she quietly picks up the items and placed them on the only desk in the room. Huffing in pride, she grabs a spare of causal clothes from her side of the drawers. Giving one last glance at the sleeping Yuu and Grim, (Y/N) closes the door.
Finding herself back at the beach. (Y/N) closes the car door with her bare foot. Holding a small bag in her hand, she puts it down on the sandy ground next to a big rock. (Y/N) then throws up her hands in the air and began to run around the beach, but then trips on her feet. Giggling loudly, she quickly gets up. Patting the sand away, she sees the ocean a few steps away.
Smiling widely, she starts to sprint towards the water and in the last second, she screams excitedly as she jumps in. Her body disappearing into the water for a few moments, which resurfaces a two seconds after. Floating back to the beach on their backside. Spitting out some water while laughing. Her stomach then begins to grumble as she felt pieces of sand stick to her skin and clothes.
Wobbling a tiny bit, she stands to her full height and hears her stomach rumble. Ignoring the sound, she walks to her tiny bag, sitting down she leans against the rock. Letting the smell of the water and sand fill her nostrils before opening up the bag. Taking out two donuts. One covered in light green frosting with cherry jelly in the middle, the other a plain glazed donut.
Starring down at the two donuts, she picks her lips. "Hmmmmm.." Frowning at her indecisiveness, she just stuffs the jelly filled one into her mouth. Savoring the delectable treat happily. "So goof!"
(Y/N) said between bites, then almost chocking when she heard a voice near by. The gulping down the rest of her chunks of food, she turns her gaze away from her food. Seeing a familiar male standing on the beach. It was the..? Dude! The dude she saw last time! That dude she didn't have the courage to go up and talk to..
Feeling her cheeks grow warm in embarrassment she decides not to bother him. (Y/N) overhears the male humming a song as the water crashes against the sand. His voice gentle and soothing like the sea waves. Fluttering her lashes, she relaxes while her hands hold her legs close to her body. (Y/N) stared at the sky and sea as the colors mix together like a painting.
Just like time had repeated itself, the sea prince notices her. But he doesn't stop singing, instead, he sang quieter. He focuses on beauitful view the mystery girl stared at.
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(Oof, I had no idea what to write. Hope you like it! Tell me what you guys think!)
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hitoshisbabygirl · 3 years
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Authors Notes ♡: WHEW I LOVED THIS I had a time trying to come up with an idea and then it hit me : a princess being saved by fantasy au! Dabi. I’m still nervous with my smuts but heh I enjoyed this a whole bunch to write . Dabi is my favorite villain and I just love him so much, I tried to make him a soft inside and hard outside man in this , I Had fun for our free for all collab and I hope I help give it just a fun twist to fantasy and Halloween spirit ~ I hope you enjoy reading this and much as I did writing it ~ bunny ❥
Warnings :UH NSFW! Demon dabi has two dick (and their thick) , pet names, unprotected sex , a tad bit of a size kink? , a bit fluffy at the end but I think that’s it!
Word count : about 2k give or take!
Paring(s) :Dabi x F! Reader
Even with this being NSFW I had to make it a soft fluffy ending I’m sorry ♡
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Enchanted flames
Dabi
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“If you have found this letter the Princess of Yuei needs your help. Meet me in the Enchanted Woods tomorrow night. Ill escape with you if you can save me from the proposed wedding - Princess [ ]”
With a sigh [. ] dropped the letter out of her window hoping someone, anyone , could save her from the doom that awaited her from an arranged marriage that had been planned from her kingdom to be to the neighboring ones prince, a smaller and very...purple hot headed boy by the name of Mineta who was unsavory for a lack of words. Sighing as she watched the paper fall she secretly wished her type of prince would come save her from this hell she expected.
As the night approached she slipped past her guards, telling them she was going out for air in her garden. The two towering men who looked down at her agreed, moving at the way to let the young woman past them and out into the halls, her dress dragging behind her as she headed out the giant doors to her garden. Taking in a breath she climbed over the perfectly managed hedges andddd off into the forest adjacent to the castle, roaming through the woods to her chosen spot to hopefully meet someone who could save her.
“Hello there little sheep, you called for help, correct?” A low, raspy voice called out as [ ] turned around , looking into the dark abyss in front of her. “ Hello? Helloooo? Who's there?” the girl called out as she heard something heavy land behind her. Turning to her right she saw bright blue eyes look back at her from the shadows. Before she could react a rather warm hand covered her mouth as the person or thing dragged her throughout the woods , the two of them slipping into the night. As soon as [ ] woke up her eyes adjusted to a dark but brightly lit and beautiful chasm, cyan and turquoise crystals of all types surrounded the room as she felt intense heat from everywhere around her. Standing up on shaky legs she felt eyes on her from behind. Letting out a deep breath she turned only to run into a barely covered chest.
Looking up from the revealed purple and pale skin , she saw those same blue eyes , lit with curiosity. “Ah you're awake..welcome little sheep to my...well..living quarters” The mystery man spoke as [ ] blinked at him, a grin spreading over his face as he continued to speak “Well i guess the princess doesnt know she isn't in her little castle anymore. Haven't those guards of yours realized they can't leave royalty alone or guys like me come along and take them out of their cute little homes” He said as [ ] gave him a suspicious look , her own thoughts taking over her face as a sense of calm rested over her features “Ohhh so you're the one who found my note..” She said as he gave her an unreadable look , soon walking away to leave the girl in her own world. “I guess he did” she thought to herself as she heard the male come back, a pile of things in his hands. “Here; a change of clothes and something to eat. I tried to be gentle taking you out of those dreaded castle grounds and through the woods but your dress isnt the smallest thing in the world” he said as [ ] let out a giggle , picking up the dark shirt and skirt he had given her along with the meal : some type of rice and meat with soup. Before she could ask the man answered “No i didnt steal it, i told you this is my home , its only natural id have something in this god forsaken place to eat.” He said as he pointed down the cave. “Theres a waterfall ahead if youd like to freshen up there.” And with that [ ] walked down the empty carved walls, finding the waterfall he was talking about.
Once she was finished getting cleaned and dressed she headed back the way she went, seeing the male now cloaked in a dark cape , fiddling with a pile of wood before setting it ablaze with a bright blue flame. “Ah i see you're finished , ILl be heading out , i'm gonna find us some more wood so you don't get cold. Theres a pot over there where you can reheat your food and get more if you like.” As he finished he proceeded to get up and head down another pathway, presumingly to the opening of the chasm “Wait!” [ ] called out as he stopped, turning to the girl with a questioning look back at her. “Yes princess?” he responded to her as she felt a unnatural wave of heat spreading to her face from simply calling her by her actual title. “What can I call you? And how long will you be gone?” She questioned. “Aw are you worried about me?” He cooed as she puffed out her cheeks “I was just curious” She lashed back as the male in front of her laughed , giving her a crooked smile. “ The names Dabi, and i won't be gone too long, an hour or so” Dabi said, giving her a smile as he started to leave again.
“Oh yeah , and there's a spare jacket in the back if you get too cold or that fire goes out.” and with that he left [ ] by herself as she finished up the dinner he had made which was exceptionally good, even better than what she tended to have at the castle. While she waited around for dabi to come back , [ ] looked at her royal dress, the red and pinks making her want to revolt as she pushed the fluffy tooled pile up into a blanket of sorts, covering her legs as she sat there thinking about her predicament “I really ran away...but what else can you do when youre gonna be married off to someone years older than you for land and alliance” she thought with a sigh as footsteps came from behind her , Dabi pulling his hood from his head as he smiled to himself at the girl in front of him “Im back princess” He declared as she turned to him, giving him a small smile as she stood up, dusting off her dress , coming up to Dabi “So...whatcha find?” She started as he pulled the bag from behind him , dumping out different goodies for the two of them. An array of food, wood and fresh buckets for water collections. “Here, this is for you too” Dabi said as he passed her a well woven balck dress, better than the two piece he had first given her. Taking in a deep breath he spoke up “I didn't want you to struggle with rags , so i got you something a little more comfortable and well...suitable for a run away princess” and with that she looked up to him and giggled which was heaven to his ears. ‘Why thank you Dabi..i'm flattered” [ ] said as she took the black dress , running to a hidden corner to change as Dabi smirked “Oh boy..what have i signed myself up for”
Weeks later and multiple posters for the lost princess later, [ ] had a rhythm living with Dabi. They cooked together and he left out to get things from shops ans out in the woods. Word spread that the princess had been stolen and the ugly grape himself had put a reward out for her safe return. Unknown to everyone she was quite content with the dark demon mage Dabi and his home in the woods. He explained the chasm as his work space, a place he could hone in on working with his flames and different elixirs that people needed. He was a half breed of human and demon, his father ridding of him to hide his affair with an otherworldly being, to keep the peace of his people and the overworld people as well. He really wasn’t a bad man, just someone who stayed in the shadows and kept to himself. And [. ] ‘s heart went out to him, as his did out to hers as she explained her own situation. ”Well damn sweetheart at least i saved you hm?” Dabi said as the two of them laughed together about their lives and what they'd like to change.
As the night drew on and they had their fair share of drinks and food that night “Thank you Dabi..for everything” [ ] said randomly as they relaxed by the fire he had started , [ ] wrapped into the oversized fur Dabi made her as the male laid against a log watching the tired girl mumble to him. She gave him a sleepy smile once he put his warmed hand on her face. “You're cute yknow...i'm not gonna let anyone get to you okay?” He said as she shook her head, moving herself closer to him , laying her head on his lap as he rubbed her head until she fell asleep, him soon realizing he was in love with the rogue princess in his lap.
As the next month rolled around , the princess and her demon mage had started a loving relationship, the two of them growing fonder and fonder of eachother. [ ] noticed that Dabi had tried avoiding being around her when she was fresh from the shower or even roaming too close behind her, he even took more time to come home with more ingredients or even sleep opposite to her. She didn't understand the switch from wanting to hold and hug her to avoiding her all day. One day she was able to catch and trap him with her. “Yes princess…?” Dabi ased as [ ] crossed her arms around her chest , the simple movement making him turn from her. “Did I..do something…?” She asked, her eyes bouncing between his as the turquoise she learned to love ignited with heat.
”Oh no doll...you haven't done a thing but make me want you even more..”
And with that comment her eyes widened. “What..?” She questioned. And with that Dabi picked the smaller girl up, pinning her to a crystal wall as she gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck.”Dabi…….?” [ ] called out as he started to kiss her neck ,running his rougher hands up the soft flesh of her thighs. “I think i'm in love with you doll..youve been invading my head or a while and all i can think about is making your cute little body want me the burning way i want you...I wanna make you cry out for me all night long...make you mines forever.....is that okay?” He whispered in her ear. With a shudder she agreed , letting him kiss the swells of her brest as he gave her a lopsided smile, picking her up and taking her to a pile of pelts and wool they made into a bedroom to rest in. Placing her down lightly he towered her , taking off his vest to reveal his toned and scarred body “Youre quite a beauty yknow...im glad you trust me…” He said with a smile as [ ] herself smashed her lips against his, cutting off his mushy talk. With a groan he pushed her dress up , letting her breast bounce out from the top. Pulling away from the kiss she helped him take off the dress over her head. With a shy smile [ ] covered ehrslf and laid back, spreading her legs lightly to expose her glistening lips to him
“Well damn, i havent even toughed you yet and youre this wet..what a little slut you are”
He growled out as he leaned back over to give her a kiss , pulling her lower lip as he licke dhis was down between her legs, giving her clit a hard suck as she whinned , closing her legs over his head as he slurped away at her pussy, making sure to watch her through hooded eyes, a tail whipping from behind him as a pair of horns appeared from atop his head, one mangled and cracked the other long and curled “Surprise” Dabi called out as his voice dropped octaves, it coming out as a low rumble as [ ] felt her walls clench at the sound , a chuckle coming from him. Going back to slurping and sucking on her labia and clit , Dabi watch with glee as the gilr under him started to shake, her hips rolling back to his mouth as he bit lightly down on her lips and pulled away from her , laughing at her pleas and whimpers “Turn sound baby and let me show you how much i love you” Dabi said , watching as [ ] rolled over arching her hips back as he smacked her ass, loving the moan she let out. Pulling down his pants he pulled his throbbing member out, rubbing it hard against her clit as she felt her heart jumped at the feeling of how thick he was. All of a sudden she felt hands pull her cheeks apart as a finger rub around the tight rings of her ass. With a gasp she looked back to see not one but two swinging dicks between the burning up male, a feral look in his eyes as he let a low rumble come from his chest “ Sorry babygirl..when I change there's more than just one of me to deal with, i promise i'll be gentle” He said as he rubbed her tight muscles just loose enough to put in the tip, her lower lips drooling as he slid his true size into her throbbing walls, moans and grunts tearing through the chasm as he pulled his hips back , starting to set a rhythm to his hips. While he picked up the pace, [ ] felt herself being full as the two dicks of his stuffed her. She could help the feeling of her walls getting tighter as she came once then twice and not once did Dabi stop, he laughed as he gave her more and more , pushing himself deeper in her as he let out what sounded like a howl of pain as he doubled in pace, reaching down to rub her clit as she screamed, soon feeling a hot and warm gooey feeling flood her senses. Dabi slowed his hips down as he pulled himself from her ass first, then from her pussy and cum started to leak from her holes.
“Shit...im sorry princess I didnt mean to go so rough…” Dabi breathed out as [ ] turned around giving him hr own lopsided smile as she saw him transform backto himself, those turquoise eyes softening as he saw the woman he had fallen for spent out from his own actions. “Geez when you said you were a demon i didnt think it was true…” She laughed as he scratched th back of his neck “Ive never transformed like this around someone….especially during sex but that means I trust you a lot….well doll..let me clean you up and then...we can go fro round two hm?” He smirked as he watched her pussy clench and relase more cum once he said that. “Mhm...clean me Dabi then we can have some more fun..”
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writingsbymo-mo · 3 years
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Stocking Stuffer
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❆ Day 10 of our 12 Days of XXXmas Collab 
❆ Summary: Tomura has a special gift for you and you’re so excited to find out what it is. You think it’s some delicious jello just for you to enjoy but it’s not in the way you think. Tomura wants to feed your coochie right.
❆WC: 1.4k
❆Contains: gelatin eggs, some egg laying, teasing
❆TW: being stuffed with eggs
Anon wanted some gelatin eggs shoved inside by Shiggy and it’s finally here!
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On this cold December night, you awaited for your special gift from your one and only Tomura. To your surprise, he actually promised to give you something this year. You weren’t sure what to expect from the King of Villains himself. Maybe it was the one thing you always wanted? No matter, you were brimming with joy for his gift. Under the warm covers, you sat patiently for him to enter the room.
Thump thump thump
The sound of footsteps rushed through your ears. Heat rose in your cheeks as you shuffled to sit up with an excited smile.
“Close your eyes now player two if you want your surprise,” Tomura purred. With a sigh, you closed them. “Ok, they’re closed.”
The door creaked as your spine tingled, hearing the crescendo in his footsteps.You could feel his wide smile focused on you even from across the room.
“Good girl. Keep them closed just like that.”
Suddenly, the room became warmer...until a rush of cold swept over you. “H-hey! I was cold…,” you grumbled. The blanket covering you was now gone. His steps stopped as a few things were dropped on the bed followed by the mattress bowing in front of you, causing your body to lightly bounce. “You won’t be needing the blanket when I’m done with you.”
Your spine tingled once more. Warmth pooled in your abdomen as your pussy twitched at the simple phrase.
The room was silent, except for the sounds of soft breathing and the low clicks from in front of you. ‘Is that noise coming from your surprise gift? Just what was it?’ you pondered for a few minutes. You figured Tomura as someone who would give an unconventional gift or something of the likes. He was taking longer to get ready than you thought. “U-um Tomura,” you made a brief pause and sighed, “can I open my eyes?” The anticipation only made you ever the more impatient.
“Not yet. Just have to take these off you first.” 
“Ah!” Something cold slipped under your waistband when a sudden rush of air hit your legs and pussy. It was his hand...and he had destroyed one of your favorite pairs of panties...again. “Tomura...why did you do that?” you pouted.
Tomura couldn’t help but giggle, “well since you were growing impatient, I thought I’d speed things up a bit. Now you can open your eyes.”
You slowly opened them and stared in shock and confusion at the contents in front of you. He actually made something for you.
There sat ten gelatin eggs of red and green in a jello mold fresh from the fridge. Each one was the same size as the eggs you purchased from the store. Directly next to the eggs was a bottle of lube. An odd placement of sorts. Well, it looks like it’s gonna be a long night of fucking with some jello to snack on.
“You made these?!" You looked up at him with sparkling eyes. He simply smiled and nodded. "Awww thank you Tomura!” you reached out to grab the gelatin when three fingers grasped your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. Your brows furrowed, confused once more.
“I didn’t make those for you to put in your mouth player two,” he snickered as he grabbed an egg and the bottle of lube, “these are going in your niiiiice warm pussy.”
You stared, flabbergasted. "Wait...what?! Those are going in...in my—"
Lube squeezed onto the egg with a squelch as Tomura rubbed it around. He met your gaze, amused at your cluelessness turned to a surprise. A smirk spread across his face; his body leaning in with the squishy egg in hand. "Heheh, you heard me. I saw it in a hentai recently," the cold gelatin grazed your clit as he began tracing your folds with it. His smirk widening with every noise escaping your lips as he continued, "the girl laid helpless, moaning with every single egg was being shoved inside her until they popped out when she came."
The contrast of the cold gelatin against your sensitive pussy made it difficult to concentrate on him talking. Hearing that they pop out of the girl when she came...but what if you didn't? Could they get stuck? A low sigh snapped you out of your thoughts.
"I know that look on your face player 2. Don't worry. If they get stuck, they'll just have to stay in you until they melt."
Before you could muster a sound, something cold, squishy and wet pushed slowly inside your pussy. Shivers jolted through your body as goosebumps rose to your skin's surface. A soft cry left your lips in shock. The egg massaged your walls the deeper it went, pink flesh accommodating around it in its wake. You remembered seeing ten of them in the cartons....only nine more to go…
In and out his fingers went in a steady rhythm leaving a stark contrast of temperature from the gelatin. It was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Breathy moans fell from your lips as you shuddered in delight. The faint rhythmic squelching filled the room, being lulled into a lust induced haze.
“Looks like you’re starting to enjoy it. Hmmm...” Tomura slid his fingers out, now poking your swollen bud, relishing in your sweet cries. “I’d say, you’re ready for more!” He gave you a manic laugh, prepping the next egg. “In we go now.”
"T-Tomura, wait I’m not–" your breath hitched with another cold, squishy egg prodding at your entrance.
He counted as each one was pushed into you; one, two, three, four....each number, a record, a goal to him.  His wide eyes and laughter piercing your ears.
Each one pushed and rubbed your fleshy walls, sliding deeper and deeper the more he squeezed inside. One by one, they went in. The ever tightening of your fleshy insides only made Tomura push harder, increasing the constant friction. Your eyes shot open as you cried out. The first one finally kissing your cervix sent shivers throughout your whole being. So full, so delightfully numb. It made your eyes water with a sigh of content.
"You liked that didn't you? Oh but we're not done yet. I want to see how many I can stuff before you break."
"N-no Tomura...n-no more! I-I can't...it's too much!" No matter how much you begged and pleaded, it never reached his ears. Oh no. It never would.
"It's only the last one. Just take it like a good girl unless...you want me to wear my special hoodie every time we go out."
Special hoodie? That would only mean....his cum stained ahegao hoodie that he always wears when he's gaming...still crusted with cum from the last time he used it.... You whimpered in defeat, shifting your gaze away from him with a pout, “f-fiiiine….just...just do it…AAAAH!!!–”
Your whole being jolted, shuddering in a string of cries. The last cold, squishy gelatin squeezing its way past your opening. Tears fell from your eyes. Every minute shift, every press, where cold and warm met, it set your loins ablaze.
Squelch, squish, squelch, squish
The sounds of the egg doing what it could to shove its way in; the others shifting, making room. Low, frustrated grunting swept past your ears. “Come on...just one more...you can take it…”
“F-FUCK!”
A loud pop and it was in. All ten. From your cervix to your entrance barely holding all the eggs in, you were filled up with ten gelatin eggs. Tomura stared in amazement and pride, watching your hole quivering, trying to keep them all in.
The bed caved as he shifted now looming over you, leaning down towards your face. “That’s my good player 2. You took them in so well,” he hummed and nibbled your neck.
You moaned in surprise once more. His thumb and index finger rolling your sensitive clit around again. You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes shut, gripping the sheets. The numbness intensified as the jolts of pleasure only increased. You couldn’t hold back anymore.
With one last tug of your clit, your eyes shot open with the loudest cry you could muster. One by one, the eggs popped out of you, leaving a trail of fluids between your thighs wherever they laid.
Once so full, now so empty.
You collapsed on the bed, engulfed by the mattress, catching your breath in the afterglow.
Tomura cupped your left cheek and ran his other hand through your hair, never looking more joyful in his life. “Did you enjoy your present, my player 2?”
Eyes half-lidded, you give him a soft smile, “mmm...yeah...it wasn’t what I expected but...I enjoyed it,” you rasped.
“Heh, well, that was only the stocking stuffer. The real present comes later.”
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We know this year has been a rough one for a lot of us, so our little group got together to do this Lil’ collab to try and bring some fun to this time of the year, and also help the ones of us who are experiencing difficulties.
Each fanfic from our collab will have the writer’s commission info or tip jar,check their works and if you like it, feel free to help ✨✨✨✨
✨✨We all hope you have happy holidays ✨✨✨
❆tip jar/ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/momo0953 
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ghostiesblog · 3 years
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aaah congrats kari!!!! 🥰
could i request some nice simple juke cuddles? heh
Imène! Tysm!!!
Of course 🥰 Can you believe this is my first real juke piece?? smh...I don't know if this can be called simple but here you have it, 1k of pure fluff or really just me exposing the fact that I'm touchstarved and haven't had a good night's sleep in weeks:
You've got my heart, I've got your hand
Pairing: Juke | Warnings: none
Julie feels like she might cry. She’s exhausted.
The thing is, nothing even happened, really. Just one of those days, where the world is full of painful reminders and memories and reality is just a bit too hard to deal with.
As if being a teenager wasn’t already difficult enough.
School was hard and now, all she wants to do is curl up on the couch with someone, maybe have a movie playing in the background while she falls asleep.
Flynn isn’t available though, however much Julie likes hanging out at her best friend’s house when she feels like this. Today of all days she’s driving out to visit her grandparents, so all the support she can give comes in form of a phone call and a thousand hear emojis sent via text.
At home she neither Carlos nor her dad are around and suddenly the house feels more empty and hollow than ever, keeping her eyes open and a painfully tight feeling in her chest whenever she tries to lay down to rest her eyes.
Of course, there are still the three annoying boys that haunt her, and not even a bad day stops them, apparently, since Luke has rudely used his puppy dog eyes to convince her to have a writing session. And that’s how she finds herself here, in the studio, staring at her hands lying on the keys in front of her, so tired that she feels tears coming to her eyes.
Damn Luke and his stupid endearing enthusiasm and cute smile. Some days that smile is enough to begrudgingly cheer her up. But not now, not today.
Julie is vaguely aware of the fact that she hasn’t said a word in minutes and that the notes in the melodies she tries out drag along lazily and out of rhythm.
“Julie?” Luke asks, setting his acoustic aside, “are you okay?”
He sounds achingly concerned and it makes Julie look up from the piano, blinking out of her drifting haze.
“Yeah, I’m fine”, she says and the lie sounds horrible, even for her, arguably the world’s worst liar.
“Come on”, Luke says and comes to lean against the piano, “you know you can tell me anything, right?”
“Right...”, Julie says. She rubs a hand across her face and sighs. “It’s stupid. I’m just tired and sad today-“ Luke is shaking his head and reaches out a hand, placing it flat on the piano in front of Julie.
She just stares at it for a second before gathering herself again.
“I just- I just needed a hug today but Flynn is away and I couldn’t find dad or Carlos and if I call Tia Victoria she’ll freak out and you- oh, hang on…“
“Julie-“, Luke says, very gently but he also is very obviously trying not to burst out laughing. “Did you forget that you can actually touch us now?”
“Shut up”, Julie grumbles. “I’m tired”
Now Luke actually laughs, but it’s a kind sound, and he spreads his arms widely.
“Come here”
And Julie drags herself up from the piano bench and falls right into the hug. Luke catches her easily and Julie is surprised at how relieved she still is when she feels his arms around her, strong and solid, instead of falling right through. How much she still needs this confirmation that he is real, that he is actually here, that nothing, no tainted hotdogs, no ghost magic or evil dead wizards could keep them from being here, now, together.
Her arms wrap around his shoulders and she curls her fingers into his shirt. Her nose is buried in the crook of his neck and she can feel Luke resting his cheek on her hair.
Under her hands, his ribcage expands with a deep breath and instinctively, Julie breathes with him.
They stay like that for a while, just breathing and holding onto each other.
Then, Julie pulls back a bit, but Luke is still holding onto her elbows, still not quite letting her go.
“I’m sorry”, she says, her eyes focussed on the discarded guitar and notebook on the piano, “I’m useless today, I know this is important to you.”
“Julie”, Luke says intently, pulling her focus right back. “Yes, music is important to me. But you are more important. It’s okay.”
Julie blinks, surprised. For all that they’ve been through and all the songs they’ve poured their hearts into, moments like these, sincere verbal declarations without any jokes or friendly teasing are still few and far in between for them.
“Thank you” She drops her head back down against his shoulder.
“What do you need?” Luke asks, gently cupping the back of her neck. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Julie shakes her head. “Maybe later”, she mumbles. “I think I just need a nap now.”
“Okay”, Luke says and then he’s gently pushing her towards the couch. Julie untangles herself from him and is surprised when instead of leaving her be, Luke flops down on his back and spreads his arms again.
“What are you doing?”, she asks, with a chuckle.
“I’ve spent months not even able to hold your hand”, Luke says with an eyeroll. “Do you really think I’m going to be okay with hugs that last just a minute?”
Then he suddenly looks self conscious, pulling his arms back in. “Unless…you don’t want to, then-“
Julie laughs. “No”, she says, pushing at his shoulder. “You’re right.”
She lays down next to Luke and almost rolls off the side until Luke holds onto her shoulder and pulls her in again.
Julie settles her head on his chest and closes her eyes.
“This okay?”, Luke asks, softly and Julie tightens her hold.
“Yes”, she says, the tension slowly leaking from her body. “This is perfect.”
Luke sighs contently and lifts his hand to start gently carding through her hair. Finally settled, she lets sleep come over her.
Before she drifts off completely, she swears she can feel Luke pressing a kiss against her forehead.
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kindkindling · 3 years
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crying for help
fandom: the wayhaven chronicles
pairing: mason/nb detective (Billie Vale)
rating: T, swearing and vague mentions of sex
warnings: BOOK 3 DEMO SPOILERS.
words: ~2.6k
summary: The detective needs to work some things out, and Ava is there to help.
ao3
You up?
I am. Is something wrong, Detective?
If I come to the Warehouse, will you spar with me?
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The detective came at Ava once more, but they had been at this for hours now and their fatigue was showing; she easily dodged the incoming blow and deftly swept her leg under theirs, tumbling them to the mat with a thump.
Ava watched solemnly as Billie lay still, their chest heaving, not having even broken a sweat herself.
Something was obviously wrong. Billie hadn't spoken a word since they began sparring — each attempt Ava made to figure out what the issue was had been rebuffed with a shake of their head and a silent prompt to make another move, exhaustion and determination equally evident in their narrowed eyes. After the third time, she gave up and resorted to critiquing their technique instead, correcting their form and motions.
Something was wrong, but there was only so much she could do about it if the detective was unwilling to share the details.
As Billie slowly pushed themself up on hands and knees, arms shaking and still chasing the breath they couldn't catch, Ava decided enough was enough.
"We'll stop here."
The detective, predictably, shook their head without looking up, even as their sweat dripped to the floor; but Ava's patience had worn thin. They were in no state to continue, and she suspected they knew it.
"Yes, we will," she growled. She marched to the bench and grabbed Billie's water; when she returned, they had at least moved to sit cross-legged, leaning back on their hands as they tried to breathe deep. She handed them the bottle and sat next to them, silently watching as they downed half of it in one go.
It was known amongst Unit Bravo that the detective would sometimes head to the station in the middle of the night to work, though what could possibly require that level of attention in this quiet little town was beyond Ava. Truthfully, she had initially been pleased enough to accept Billie's proposition — it was a simple task to adjust the patrol routes so that whoever was out could check to see where Billie was each night, but she would definitely prefer that they stay put, and there was nowhere safer for the detective than the Warehouse — but looking over them now, she would be hard pressed to say that sparring was the better option for them right now.
They looked worn, and not just from the training. Their short brown hair had grown shaggy and somewhat dull since the team started working with them, and the bags under their eyes were only becoming more prominent as time passed. Their body sagged like every burden that had been placed on them as of late was slowly sinking them into the earth with each step, yet they refused to set even one of them down.
Their dedication to their duty was admirable, but it was clearly taking its toll, and something needed to change.
Billie recapped the bottle when they finished and stared at the floor, steadfastly avoiding Ava's gaze. Finally, after a few moments of struggle, they managed to find their voice and gave a strained, raspy, "Thank you."
"Of course." Ava hesitated, then said, "Will you tell me now what is wrong?"
They let out a long sigh before shoving their glasses up into their hair and covering their face with their hands. "It's nothing, really. I just... My thoughts were a bit much to handle tonight. Usually I would go get some work done, but..."
"...It would be a poor idea given the current situation with the bounty?" Ava ventured. At Billie's nod, she continued. "I agree. There is no reason to put yourself in more danger than is necessary. Although," she leaned forward, "you must realize that wearing yourself ragged like this will not make you of much use come the morning."
"Heh," Billie huffed and fell backward, spreading their arms wide across the floor. "It'll be alright. This isn't far off from how I'd've felt if I'd stayed at the apartment, except I personally feel a bit more accomplished."
Ava frowned. "Can you not designate some of your duties to the other officers? You seem to have quite a lot on your plate, even without your responsibilities for the Agency."
"Not really," they hummed. "It's pretty much just me and Tina, and she's already got her fair share to deal with; there's nothing urgent enough to warrant pulling her from her own tasks. And it..." they seemed to stall out for a moment, chewing on the words, their narrow gaze turned to the ceiling. "If I didn't have the work to do, I would be stuck at the apartment, just spinning my wheels in the dark, worrying about this and that. So it's better this way, to be occupied."
Without giving her a chance to respond, Billie stood with a grunt and dusted off their clothes. "Anyway, thanks for your help tonight. I'll try not to bother you for it again," they said with a wry grin.
"Detective!" She barked. They flinched as they turned to leave, and Ava mentally cursed her tone as she rose to her feet. "My apologies, but you do realize you are not alone in any of this, don't you? You are a part of this team, and any one of us would aid you, should you ask."
Billie stared back at her incredulously, meeting her eyes for the first time this entire conversation, and Ava realized just how anxious they must have been to have asked to meet.
"What has you worried?" She asked softly.
They pressed their lips and folded their arms, shrinking into themself a bit, fingers tapping an aimless rhythm on their forearm as they seemed to consider answering. For a long moment, Ava thought they would lapse back into the silence that had taken them during their training, but they eventually sighed and spoke.
"There's a couple things," they chuckled humorlessly. "I know it was determined that... that Murphy isn't likely to come back any time soon. But that doesn't stop me from wondering about it when I hear my neighbors thumping around late at night, you know?"
Ava stepped forward to rest her hand firmly on Billie's shoulder. "The Agency is much better prepared now for any assaults from Murphy or supernaturals like him than they were before. And you have us watching over you as well; suffice to say, even should Murphy return, he will not succeed no matter what he may try."
"I know." They smiled, but it was stretched thin and tight, like they were close to cracking. "But unfortunately, knowing something isn't likely doesn't stop my feelings from going haywire."
"You are always welcome to stay here, if that would help," Ava offered. "You do have a room, after all. This space is as much yours as it is ours."
She felt Billie's shoulder tense under her hand at her words and heard their heartbeat stutter. Before she could make an inquiry, however, the words started pouring out of the detective like a waterfall.
"Ah, no, I think — I think I'll be alright, that won't be necessary, in fact I think it's getting to be pretty early, isn't it, gosh it really is, so I should probably head out actually, but, um, thanks again for all your help, I do appreciate it, genuinely —"
"Detective," Ava said, gently, and Billie's non-stop tirade puttered out like a hose shutting off, their gaze dropping to the floor.
"It's just, I — I don't think that's something I can do. For a while, not forever, just... just for now," they finished weakly.
Ava crossed her arms and considered this. "It would inarguably be safer for you to be here at night than at your apartment or the station. Are you sure?"
Billie drew back and their eyes met Ava's once more — any determination they had held before was gone now, and only the exhaustion remained. "It's for the best, I think."
Ava sighed. "I will not force it force it on you; our patrols should be sufficient regardless. But I cannot help but ask... have we done something to warrant your distrust?"
"Oh, no, no no no!" Billie exclaimed, their hands waving in the air almost comically. "Not at all! You're all terrific, no complaints here! It's — it's just, it's... me."
"It's you?" She cocked an eyebrow. "Even if you were not one of us, it is our job to protect you, Detective. Your blood puts us in no more danger —"
"Ugh, no, that's not what I mean," they groaned. Ava didn't think they could make themself any smaller, yet Billie somehow managed it. "It's... Can you promise not to tell the rest of the team about this? It's kind of personal."
"You have my word."
"I... I can't be around Mason right now," they mumbled.
"Mason?" Ava's eyes widened and narrowed in quick succession. "What did he do?"
"It's not what he did, it's more what I did... or what I made him think, I suppose, and now everything's changed, and I don't think I should be around him if I'm just going to keep on doing this..." Billie trailed off, hugging themself tightly.
"Start from the beginning, please."
They gave a deep sigh. "You remember when we left the Warehouse together the other day, right? When he escorted me to the station?" She nodded. "Well, we went to breakfast, and it was... nice. We had a — a moment, I guess you could say."
They turned their face away as if to hide their embarrassment, but it only made the flush on their ears more apparent; Ava might have found it humorous were the circumstances different, and she herself were not growing more uncomfortable with the direction of the story.
"But then Haley — you've met her, the baker at the square — she came over and said she didn't know I was... seeing anyone. Mason said that I — that I'm 'only seeing him naked. There's nothing else going on here.' And that was — it hurt, and I kind of... ran out on him."
Ava did her best to contain the longest suffering sigh that had ever threatened to escape her, and she thought she did a damn good job of it. Dealing with Mason's 'problems' had always been near the top of the list of Things She Has Been Forced to Deal With and Would Rather Delegate to Nat, but this was the first time that she could recall where the problem was not his callous nature, but his own brand of naivety.
She held up a hand as if to pause her own thoughts. "You made it sound as if this were your fault. How did you come to that conclusion?"
"It's because I'm a damn fool," they said, immediately and so full of conviction that Ava almost reeled. "I knew when we first started this that it didn't mean anything. That it was just fun, something to help keep my mind off how the world had turned upside down. And that was fine, I didn't want anything more, I didn't expect it, because I... I didn't let myself.
"I convinced myself at every turn that it was what I wanted, because it was what he wanted, and if I wanted something else, something... more, then we would have to stop, because that wouldn't be fair, not to either of us." Billie's eyes were gleaming as if they were fighting back tears, and Ava felt a pang in her heart at the sight. "And it looks like I did a good enough job, yeah? Because even if I didn't manage to stop myself from being an idiot, I've convinced Mason that I don't give a damn about him aside from his body. And that was the goal, wasn't it, to keep it as this casual thing?"
The tears won their fight and spilled over, but Billie kept on. "To hell with how he kept me from losing my mind when the Maa-alused attacked me in my apartment, right? And how he can keep me from spiraling further into a mess just by being in the same fucking room, that's a normal thing for a friend with benefits, isn't it? How I can look at him and just feel this, this resolve settle in my chest and straighten my spine, make me feel like I can do anything, just because this one person believes that I can?" They were yelling by the end, their hand over their heart, knees trembling, and Ava had to catch them as they collapsed from the exertion.
"I can't, Ava," they cried into her shirt, "I can't see him right now, I can't."
She held Billie close and let them wail, making small, calming noises as she tried to soothe them. It had been a long, long time since Ava had last done this for anyone, but it still seemed to do the trick; it took a while, but eventually their heaving breaths slowed and their cries turned to sniffles.
"Think you got it all out?" She asked.
Billie huffed as they withdrew from her grasp and straightened out their shirt. Their eyes were puffy and their cheeks ruddy, but their heartbeat was settling down. "Think so."
"Good. Are you willing to listen now?"
They nodded, wiping their eyes and moving their glasses back into place.
"You are right about one thing: you're a fool."
"Well, thanks for that, at least," they mumbled, their voice still raspy.
"Not for having these emotions, but for going through such convoluted leaps to convince yourself otherwise," Ava said. "Truly, it is dizzying trying to follow you."
That got a chuckle out of them, which she considered a success.
"And do you truly believe that Mason feels nothing for you in return?"
"I mean — I've thought, at times, that maybe..."
"I cannot speak for him, but I can say that, in all my years of knowing him and how he acts and how he treats those he engages with, I have never seen him treat any of them with the level of respect that he treats you."
Ava stood and held out a hand to help Billie up; as they stood next to her, she added, "And I have never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you."
"Oh, Ava, please don't — please don't try to give me hope here, I don't think I can take it."
"That is not my intention," she said, using a hand to start pushing them toward the door. "I am merely giving you facts that you may not have been able to consider in all your astounding leaps of logic."
They gave Ava a small, genuine smile at the training room's entryway, their mood having finally lifted somewhat. "Thank you, Ava. Really."
"It is no issue," Ava said. "Now, go get your car ready."
"Huh?"
"You are in no state to drive yourself, so I will take you home. I would suggest calling in sick today, but of course that is up to your discretion."
"Oh no, Ava, you've done more than enough for me tonight, I can — "
"Go, Billie. I will be there momentarily."
Her tone left no room for discussion, so with a final resigned sigh, Billie conceded and walked off down the hallway. Ava watched until they turned the corner and took out their phone, dialing a number she knew by heart and speaking as soon as Nat picked up.
"Did you hear all of that?"
"I did, yes."
"You need to speak with Mason."
"I'm already on it."
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National selection review: Supernova
After the listening marathon that was the Romanian selection, let’s move on to the shorter and simpler Supernova!
Overall impression: It might be because I listened to the songs in a tired and busy state, but none of them really stayed in my mind; I needed a couple of recaps to refresh my memory. Overall this seems like a selection of decent and radio-friendly, but not very competitive songs. It’s also a selection where I don’t have a strong opinion of who should win, but at least that means the results won’t be disappointing, no matter who is chosen.
Personal favourites: 
Bujāns - He, She, You & Me
This is like one of the retro disco songs we hear in Melodifestivalen every year. XD (There are actually two songs like that in this selection, but the other one is so similar to an older pop hit it’s annoying.) This one is nice, catchy and entertaining. I wish the verses had more energy, though.
The Coco'nuts - In And Out of the Dark
A nice, atmospheric song. Quite a big contrast to the band’s name and humorous promo pics. This could do really well with the right kind of staging.
Linda Rušeniece - Pay My Own Bills
I like the song’s name, heh. It’s quite a simple songs but catchy enough, and her voice fits it nicely.
Citi Zēni - Eat Your Salad
Meme-able lyrics aside, I actually enjoy this quite a lot! It has a great rhythm and would be fun to see in Eurovision, even if it most likely wouldn’t get a great result. But neither would most other songs in this selection, honestly.
Prediction: After looking through the views of each music video, the ones with clearly the most views are Aminata’s song, Bad and the salad song; the last one probably thanks to becoming viral in social media. Of course views don’t tell everything and we don't have info about the voting system just yet. But if it’s anything like most other selections (50/50 jury/televote), Aminata sounds like the safest bet. Her song didn’t impress so much at the first listen, but it could grow a lot through the live performance.
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Butterfly
Part1
2eyes for free
-I am a cold corpse , but I am alive while your heart is beating in my hands-a man who does not know the word "No"told me
two thousand five
The crackling of the chains makes me shudder, a dark veil wrapped around my eyes and did not allow the light of the lamp to break through it. My legs were already numb from the cold, and my hands were wandering around the chain trying to find a way to remove the shackles. Losing track of time, I tried to fall asleep , but the chains wouldn't let me fall to the floor. The pads of my fingers felt a soft palace inviting me to lie down. The girl smiled in all her thirty-two teeth.
- No matter how long I stood here , no matter how much I thought about my situation... okay, I lost my train of thought, I know that asking to let me out would be stupid ,but if you don't do this, you will live much less ~boys. My beloved is already thinking how to get me out of this hole - after finishing her monologue, she tried to take off her mask by shaking her head. There was silence in the entire complex, even the guards were already snoring in the observation room, the world somehow froze in anticipation of something.It is not every day that such a big shot of the mafia world is in prison, the guards did not even suspect what her betrothed could do to them. But four days had already passed since her capture, and the girl herself understood that he would not come, hope was slowly leaving her. Her legs were weak, and her stomach was greedily moaning in search of food, she was not fed from the word at all, huge bags under her eyes that were hidden by a mask on a penny prevented the view of the room where she was. Hour after hour went by, it seemed that she was already going crazy already hearing distant drops of water that were somehow approaching her. Rustles and sobs began to come closer and closer.
"I've read your file, it's an interesting story. You know, I would take off this bdsm mask, but on the condition that you don't twist your face - a child's sonorous voice filled the camera . It seemed to cut the soul and made the girl shiver from the chill of the young person's breath. Her cold fingers touched the girl's face and gently removed the annoying mask. A tired, bruised face was hidden under it. A burning cold light cut into her eyes and she squinted. Gradually, she began to get used to the light and what she saw led her into shock.
-What are you ...?- this is the first thing she said looking at her "girlfriend". There was a black substance in the corner , it flowed and flowed into itself, red eyes peeked out of it that looked into the girl's soul , but this is not the most frightening thing.
- This is not the way to get acquainted with Sheren!- the girl said indignantly, Sheren immediately turned her head to the source of the sound , as it turned out she was melting on the ceiling. The girl's eyes opened and began to vomit from the picture that was in front of her. There was a girl standing on the ceiling in front, but if everything was so simple, her whole body was howling in seams, when they were picking it up, parasites and insects peeked out of it, and a sinister smile was on her face.The eyes , or rather their absence, frightened Sheren even more. After throwing up bile, she looked at the girl with horror.
-Well, how so, okay, I'm asking you for such a boorish greeting. My name is Sophie, S O F I, but for you I am the "Key of Salvation", an indefinite promotion by the way! Sophie was getting closer to Sheren, but the more they were together, the less it calmed her.
- So-fi means, it is clear. Okay, I'll leave out the fact that you're a zombie of local tailoring. Honestly, I need to get out, and you know it, so what do you want from me ? Sheren tried not to show her fear , but she still looked like a frightened hare.
- Oh, you're already talking, not bad. I just need ... your eyes ~ Sophie was not joking and was serious in her intentions
- What eyes ! But what is the point of the exchange if I go blind and then I will not be of any use - The girl was indignant at such a proposal
- I think it's not so simple , everything has a price and your eyes, too, heh~ I'll give you some of my strength, and I'll help you get out, and you, dear, will give your two eyes. You know, I think that your brown eye color would suit me ~ The girl spoke sweetly with her soft voice like a snake that gives an imaginary choice. She was ready to forcefully take her eyes away, but something held her back. Sophie saw her key in Sheren, but what is it for?
"Don't take me for a 'trusting brat', but I don't have much choice. And time, too, in fact, if I remain sighted, then I agree to your proposal, do everything that I would come out, stay alive , sighted - a sudden courage made Sophie break into a smile and she began to fulfill the contract. Sheren was still chained up and it would be good in this situation. The girl approached the face , her thin fingers parted the eyelids and gently penetrated behind the eyeball. Sheren began to feel a hellish devouring pain, and Sophie took out her eyeball from which a yellow substance was oozing. The girl inserted it into the eye socket and reached for the second one. Through these hellish torments, Sheren no longer thought about how to get out , she thought about how to survive. Her scream filled the entire building, and Sophie, inserting her eyes, began to fill the girl with a black substance through her eye sockets and her mind went out, she was twitching from spasms. The substance was fiery-hot and explored the flesh. Clenching her jaw until it creaked, and in the same second she opened her mouth, a wave with eyes that were bleeding poured out of it. Sheren lost consciousness.
And the heart ceased to exist in this fragile body.
Our days
Bright lights illuminated the night town, all living beings were returning home in a hurry to get to the kingdom of Morpheus as soon as possible. The children were waiting for the weekend, and the adults were thinking about how to start a new week. The hum of cars filled the city with special music, life flowed as usual. An imposing, tall man strolled around the town listening and feeling the hasty rhythm of life , but he had his own rhythm. He was not interested in the flow of other people, the noise and bustle did not attract his attention. Turning into an alley, he drew attention to the following picture : two teenagers were pinning a girl to the wall , they had their own not sophisticated plans for a young person. The man took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his raincoat , took out one and lit it, the acrid smoke began to fill the alley with the aroma of young roses.
- Hey, what's up ? Get the fuck out of here ! We don't want to be next, " one of the guys said. The man simply smiled and walked towards him. The uncle was much taller than the two brats and their show-offs only amused him.
- what? Say it to my face again, or I can't catch your mosquito squeak, baby~ The man took both boys by the scruff of the neck , and the girl at that moment rushed to the leak. He wasn't going to be a hero or anything like that, he has his own goals. It seemed that he was holding two small dogs, and not people who a minute ago tried to rape a girl. After dropping them, he lifted his wide-brimmed felt hat, an empty face emerged from under it, only a wide grin. White snakes began to crawl out from behind, they rushed after one of the guys and grabbed him by the leg, not letting him escape , the second lost consciousness due to shock. It wasn't good for the monster , but at least he wouldn't scream. The first kid tried to pull away from the monster and find a way to get out of the tenacious fetters.
- Well, let's see how wide your ass will stretch - with a sneer, the monster approached his face and his cry dissipated in the dark.
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