#no one ever put me forward enough to even manage and now my entire body and soul have been consumed and ill never get any of it back

[cultrise]

·.⌇ BULLET CATCHER. BOOTHILL

✶ SYNOPSIS boothill decides you’re too weak to join him on his mission. his solution? teach you how to fight.

✶ CONTENTS suggestive content, lots of tension, shy boothill??, mentions of blood, not much description abt the reader just her being shorter than him (istg this man is insanely tall), all curse words changed by his synesthesia beacon are in italics, i want him so bad help. ᵎᵎ wc 1.6k

your body hits the floor with a thud, pain resonating from your abdomen all the way to your skull. you try to get up, palms slipping on the cold surface.

thud!

you groan as you hit the floor again, cursing under your breath. how did he even manage to hit you that time?

the sounds of leather boots get near, steps slow and almost agonising. a slow, metallic clap fills the silence of the room.

“good job! ya’ managed to last 2 minutes. say, if i warn ya’ next time, will ya’ finally be able t’dodge my attacks?” you feel your temple pulse with anger as boothill’s voice continues to keep pressing on your nerves.

“you misled me! you looked like you were going to block my punch and you spun and kicked me! how’s that any fair?” you protested, looking up at the grinning man in front of you. boothill bends down as if talking to a child.

“fightin’ ain’t fair, sweetheart. y’can’t expect a cutie t'play fair” his nose scrunches at the unwanted voice filter. god, he was infuriating. for 2 hours you had repeatedly failed to land any blows while he took every chance to knock you down and irritate you. you were sure to have bruises all over you.

a metallic hand extends in front of you, ever so gentlemanly. you scoff at him, earning a quick smirk. the moment your palm touches his cold one, boothill expertly helps you up, with no effort. a fleeting hint of arousal washes over you at the evident difference in physical power. you quickly brush away the thought.

"now, should i kick your lovely face again?" boothill grins, flashing his white teeth at you. you ponder surprise-kicking his face in.

"keep talking like that. see what good it does you" you threaten. boothill's body leans back on the wall, watching you with an amused stare. you take note of the way his eyes peek from under the tip of his hat, scanning you intently.

"oh? got any fantasies about what to do to me, princess? do tell" he crosses his arms, leaning forward, beckoning you. you knew well enough how empty your threat sounded to him. you intended to do anything to uphold it, even if it meant spending the entire night locked up in that room with him. you couldn't just let him lord his combat skills over your head.

"plenty. something along the lines of ripping your arm and beating you to death with it" you snarl. boothill erupts in wild laughter, almost losing his balance. a vein on your temple starts pulsating with anger. you had to win one sparring match. you absolutely had to wipe that grin off his face.

"how charming! didn' know y'got off to that. i'd like to see that" he cocks up a brow teasingly, watching your own furrow. the sole implication of it makes your mind run wild.. no, you have to concentrate on kicking his ass!

"oh, don't worry! i'll save you front-row seats" you drily indulge him. boothill snorts, walking in your direction. he circles you twice, seemingly analysing whether you have what it takes to carry out such a threat. he stops behind you, bending in to whisper into your ear.

"y'gonna stop daydreaming and put y'r plan in action instead?"

with swift motion you reach your right hand back, grabbing the gun in his holster and turning, pointing it at him. boothill smirks at your bold move but soon enough shakes his head in disapproval. had you forgotten he was a cyborg? how foolish.

within seconds his left index and middle finger take the shape of a gun barrel and he points it back at you without hesitation. the barrel heats and, taking notice of it, you block his aim by hitting his hand with the blunt side of the gun’s magazine. in doing so, the bullet fires into the nearby table and boothill jumps back, taking a look at the dent in his wrist.

"lovely. y'gotta pay for that" he looks up at you, only to notice you trying to create a makeshift distraction from some of the items in the room. he chuckles, eyeing down your movements "now we're talking!"

the sparring goes on for quite a while, with bullets and objects being thrown all over the place. the sounds of clanking metal and breaths of effort go on for a while.. until he has you cornered.

you curse under your breath once mroe. you had been doing so well.. just how did he manage to steal his gun back? boothill approaches, kicking the gun to the other end of the room with the tip of his boot, out of your reach.

a cocky smile overtakes his features, his gun still pointed at you as he nears. you look like cornered prey to him, unable to escape, proving him right. you count your escape options, though it doesn't seem like it'd change much. you had to think of something. and fast.

"y'done?" boothill asks plainly, getting closer to you and pressing his gun between your ribs. he won't fire it, you know that much. who would he agonise then? but it seems like there's no way out. in a real situation, you'd be dead where you stand, bleeding out from a gunshot wound to your side.

"this was cute an' all, but it proved my point. you'd be useless as my partner" his gun retracts, merging back into two steel fingers as he looks down at you. you, on the other hand, are seething, close to seeing red. your mind goes haywire trying to find options to gain the upper hand.

"you think you've won? i can still fight back" you press, boothill sighing.

"ya' could, but what difference would it make? i could pull out my gun again and jus—"

your hands grab his shoulders, making him stall before you tiptoe and hit your forehead against his nose as hard as you can. he stumbles, completely taken aback, hand flying to his now bloody nose.

you seize the chance to flee, reaching for your revolver and approaching him once more, you push it to his temple and ask, "y'done?" mimicking his tone.

boothill's mouth is agape, eyes repeatedly shutting and closing, as to evade the pain. he tries to straighten his back, but he gets reminded of the position he's put in as you press the tip of the barrel to his head.

he scoffs, then grins and fully starts laughing at the realisation "hug me, that was good!.. ow!.. that really hurt, you cutie!" he drags a finger, under his nostril, cleaning himself up.

"you got any more witty comments?" you attach one hand to your hip looking down at him. your eyes glisten with pride as he raises his arms up in defence.

"i must admit. ya' had me there. y'win" he complies before you jump up, ecstatic.

"fuck YES! fuck you, you son of a bitch!" you yell at him, earning only a laugh back. he decides to let you enjoy it. after all, you did get him. and not only that, you got him good.

"yeah yeah... i went easy on you and let you win" he glances at you, waiting for a reaction.

"or maybe i had you at gunpoint. face it, i won fair and square."

"or maybe i just like being held at gunpoint but hot women" he towers over you, grinning. you roll your eyes, shrugging.

"whatever, make up any excuse you want. i still got your ass" you press a finger to his hard chest "not to mention, you're bleeding"

"y'really didn' have to hit that hard... you probably broke my beautiful nose" he presses two fingers to the bridge of his nose, looking for any bumps that would indicate broken bones. "now y're gonna have to kiss it better" he shrugs, closing his eyes with a small smirk.

when his eyes open, however, he notices your face getting nearer to his. his mouth falls open, eyes instantly going to your lips. was that all it took? a simple joke to get you to kiss him? boothill's throat goes dry, eyelids closing again.

click!

he opens them for a second time, startled. you look up at him, amused, as he looks to his side. you had leaned over to put his gun back into the holster which hung off his waist. he feels his cheeks heat.

"not in your wildest, wettest dreams" you retort his proposal, heading for the door. boothill's brain spins. what was that reaction?

his eyes shift to the door as you turn on your heels to face him again "oh, i almost forgot. i'll see you on our mission tomorrow. maybe get your nose fixed before that?" you snort before leaving the room.

boothill is entranced, walking over to the table and placing his hat down, contemplating. he closes his eyes, trying to calm himself down, but the image of you getting closer replays in his head. he remembers the exact curve of your lips, how soft and inviting they looked, your beautiful eyes, the proud look in your eyes when you finally won against him and when you cursed him down...

"system: overheat!" his cyborg body beeps.

"great!" boothill slams a fist on the table, putting a dent in it before he turns and leans on it, placing his palm over his mouth. it was insanely frustrating how he wasn't allowed to curse out loud. no, that wasn’t it.

boothill's face goes red. he runs an impatient hand through his hair, sighing. what the fuck was wrong with him? his body beeps again, signalling more overheating of his mechanical components. he knew he was screwed.

the only thing replaying in his mind is you. boothill's palms and fingers grip the ends of the table.

"what in the world am i g'nna do tomorrow?..."

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[mysticmellowlove]

Bratty yan who spits insults at you, and, in the same breath, begs you to fuck him because it's, quote, "the only thing you're good for." N' even when you give in baby boy is still talking shit. Boy has a toilet for a mouth

warnings; sub male, sub yan, dom reader, gn reader, male anatomy, degradation, everyone's an asshole, sadistic reader, manhandling, namecalling, consensual non-con (no stated consent tho, just implied), dark content

a/n; this one's a bit on the darker side so remember to stay safe and know that you are loved <3

"Do you ever shut the fuck up?" Their words were so harsh as they looked down at him sitting on the couch. He shivered as he glared up at them, his fingers twitching at his sides.

"All I'm saying is that you're a fucking idiot, honestly the only thing you're good for is eye candy." He spat at them, his eyes roving down their body. He wasn't lying when he said that, they were addicting. Every day he woke up thankful that he managed to be their roommate, it was the perfect opportunity for him... for more than one reason.

Their eyes snapped back to him, the venomous look was something he'd never get over. He could feel the tension roll off them as they stalked forwards. He had been goading them for months now. During the morning he would spew bullshit at them just to see the tightening of their jaw and during the night he would watch them sleep.

"The fuck did you say to me?" A smirk rose to his face as he leaned back into the couch, feigning relaxation even though his body was screaming at him to pull them down on top of him. His eyes widened as their knee pressed into the space between their legs, their body hovering over him.

A sharp gasp left his mouth as their hand wrapped around his neck, their fingers applying pressure just enough so that he could still breathe.

"You're always talking shit and yet nothing ever comes from it. You're still here, you still talk to me... I think that you're lying. I think you're just a needy slut that wants to be put in their fucking place." His mouth dropped open as their hand relented on his neck momentarily.

"Come on then, tell me I'm right." They sneered down at him, their body hot against his chest. He shuddered, finally seeing them like this was a dream come true. But... he knew they could go further, all he had to do was push them to their limit and he'd get what he was after.

"As if, you just think you're top shit when really you're a good for nothing loser." The tension between the two of them was palpable, the electricity in the air was intoxicating. In a sudden shift of movement he found that their hand was around his neck again as they swung him onto the couch. A puff of air was torn from him as his face collided roughly with a pillow, their hand on the back of his head tangled in his hair.

"Still you're lying to me, do you think I haven't noticed. How you palm yourself when I yell at you, how you take these 'secret' glances at me... how you fist your cock over my bed when I'm sleeping. Do you seriously think I'm that much of a fucking idiot?" Their hand was like a vice on his hair, not giving him a chance to respond to them as their other hand pulled down his pants and exposed his ass to the cold air.

"It's about time I shut you up." They leaned in close and whispered sinfully into his ear as they slowly pushed themselves inside. He hissed at the sudden friction, biting down on his lip to keep himself from crying out as they slowly made their way entirely into him.

"Got nothing to say now slut?" They hummed as they began to thrust in and out of him, the feeling of their cock drawing on his walls made him rut helplessly into the couch below him. A gasp left him as his head was wrenched upwards and tilted towards their cocky gaze. A devilish smile was on their face as he looked blearily at him.

"At least.... you have one purpose." He laughed, his voice coming out breathless as he moaned wantonly at the feeling. This was what he was waiting for, this was everything he had ever wanted. Being used as a fuck toy, as a vessel for their pleasure...

They clicked their tongue, dropping his head and letting it rest against the cushion again as their hands wrapped around his hips and ruthlessly used him as leverage to shove their cock in deeper. He could do nothing but ride out their anger as they pistoned in and out of him ruthlessly, taking him while only thinking about their pleasure. Using him as a means to an end. He.... he loved it.

A sharp cry left him as he felt himself cum from the treatment, the heat of them inside him rushed to his head and left him floating in the sky.

"You fucking brat, pushing my buttons just so you could get fucked." They growled at him as their fingers dug into his skin, he would be bruised there later... he would make sure of it. His head left the pillow as he looked desperately back at them. The feeling of their cock inside of him and the friction on his cock from the couch was too much. He felt sensitive, every movement was like a wave of pleasure and pain.

"is' sensitive... please..." He cried out as they shoved his head back into the pillow, eliciting a moan from him and he screwed his eyes shut.

"This is what you wanted right? So just lay there and take it like a good little bitch." Their voice came out as a huff as their hips slammed into his skin. All he could do was cry out as they continued to chase their own orgasm, not caring how he felt like he was about to cum once again.

With another long drawn out moan he came again as he felt them groan in satisfaction, slowly their heat left him as they pulled back and looked down at him. They scoffed in his face, pulled themselves off the couch and walked away, moments later he heard the shower turn on.

As he was left there, twitching from overstimulation and pleasure he laughed giddily into the pillow, his arms squeezing the soft fabric. The first step was complete, now that they had gotten a taste they wouldn't need anyone else, they could have him whenever they wanted...

And now he knew exactly how to make them want him.

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[ethan-landrys-left-scrotum]

Frenemies

Part 2!!

little a/n the switching of the colors is the switching of Ethan’s and readers pov if you didn’t already know :)

“Y/n. you need to lean back. You need to let me put this seat belt around you,” I say softly, pulling her shoulders back slowly.

She doesn't fight me; she leans back agaisnt my chest and lets me pull the seat belt agaisnt her. I don't know where to put my hands, so they're gripping the seat in an attempt not to make this more challenging than it already is.

“What are you doing?” she asks, head tilting upward until her nose brushing the underside of my jaw.

“What do you mean?” Even though the car is full of others shouting and laughing, for some reason, we were whispering.

She nudges me again with her nose. “You're not touching me…” Her hands grip my forearms and travel down to where my fingers are digging and travel down to where my fingers are digging into the sear, pulling them away and wrapping them around her body instead. An evil giggle slips from her lips. “You're hard.”

I can't even stop the embarrassing groan that seeps out. “Yeah, my dicks having a hard time realizing the wriggling around you're doing isn't for our benefit.”

If it's even possible, she relaxes her body farther into mine and intertwined our hands, placing them both in a comfortable position on her thighs. This feels manageable. No wiggling or squirming; I can get back to the campus like this . Hand-holding and relaxed bodies. Nice, nothing to stress-about.

“If it makes you feel any less embarrassed,” she whispers, moving our right hands along her inner thigh until I can feel the heat radiating from between her legs. “I’m so fucking wet.” Widening her knees she moves our joined hands closer. “And I'm not wearing any panties.”

The darkness in the back of this uber is giving me more confidence than it should.

Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the post-qualifying high, maybe it's the way Ethans body responds to mine, and how he's practically dicking down my ego by telling me the hottest thing he's ever seen in his life.

His hand is about an inch away from making this journey home more interesting, but I tried to avoid this, in my defense. I tried to sit with Anika, whom I knew would go entirely out of her way to ensure our bodies were touching as little as possible.

Shit, he probably would have forced me to sit on the floor of the passenger seat, and if I had been on the floor of the passenger seat, I'd have been good with it. But now, I find myself dealing with the consequences of my actions, with no one to blame for my aching, wet vagina but myself.

My traitorous hips are moving of their own accord. A desperate whimper slipped from my parted lips as Etahn slowly and deliberately rolled his hips forward, hand still interlocked with mine between my legs.

His other hand leaves my thigh, and my arm instinctively raises to sink my fingers into his thick curly locks. My breathing slows as he presses his palm flat to my body and travels across my stomach, over the curve of my breast, circling my nipple but not quite adding enough pressure for me to be satisfied.

“Ethan…” I whimper impatiently. His chuckle is dark and devious, telling me with no words that he does not give one fuck about doing what i want. His hand moves across to my other breast, the same frustrating light touch that has me arching into his hands just to feel more. “Ethan, please…” I tug with the hand still gripping his hair, trying to ignore the goose bumps spreading across my skin every time his hot breath dances across my neck.

His fingers finally punch my taut nipples, nose nudging my head to the side, the slightest stubble covering his jaw scraping over my hammering pulse, teeth nipping the love of my ear. “You only like me when you're drunk and horny.”

“Not true.” I finally let go of the hand settled between my legs, leaving him there as he strokes the inside of my thigh gently. I twist to watch him over my shoulder, his eyes dark and heavy as they meet mine. “I don't like you at any time.”

Lips crash into mine and his hand moves to grip the front of my throat. It's rough and passionate, overwhelming and heated, and a whole host of other words my brain can't even process right now. He squeezes my throat as his tongue explores my mouth, moaning when my teeth sink into his lip. It's not enough; I want him slower, need him closer. He loosened his grip, trailing his mouth across my jaw, kissing and sucking my neck, rough as I rolled my hips against him. “Don't tell me you don't like me when I can feel how wet you are all over your thighs y/n.”

“It'd be all over your hand instead if you did something.”

I'm incredibly close to taking matters into my own hands, although I'm unsure where masturbating in his lap would put us on the frenemy-ship scale. A normal person wpu;d be worried about their audience, but I could scream until the windows shattered and our exceptionally drunk friends wouldn't notice. Drunkenness aside, Taylor Swift's “Cruel Summer” was on the radio and Tara turned it to full volume.

We're in our little world back here; the temperature is hotter, the air ricker, tensions stealing every last bit of oxygen from my lungs. I couldn't even tell you how far away from the campus we are or how many minutes have passed since I climbed in here and settled on Ethans lap. His knees nudge mine farther apart, mouth descending on mine again, more possessive, more dominant. His nose brushes mine. “Can you be a good girl and be quiet?”

I nod, prepared to finally feel his long, thick fingers easing the throbbing between my legs. Instead, he drags one finger gently over my swollen clit, and I can't help the huff of frustration that escapes me. “I'm so close to doing it myself. Tell me if you don't know what you're doing, Ethan.”

The last time I goaded him about not being able to pleasure a woman, he proved me very, very wrong.

His free hand sinks into the hair at the bottom of my neck, tugging so I look up at him. He increases the pressure on my clit and a satisfied moan grumbles in my throat, jaw slacking as the pleasure rolls through my very tense and sexually frustrated body.

Swapping to the heel of his palm. His other hand tightens in my hair. “One day, im going to fuck your pretty mouth, and you’re not going to be able to be such a bossy, impatient little brat.”

He covers my mouth with his, absorbing my satisfied moan as two fingers slide into me, deliciously stretching me.

I shouldn't have promised to be quiet.

The slick,wet noise of Ethans fingers pumping in and out of me would be enough for everyone to know without me even saying a word. The music is still blasting, our friends paying attention to anything but us, and the familiar red-hot pleasure shoots up my spine.

“Your pussy is so perfect,” he rasps into my ear. “So wet and tight.”

My hips are bucking against his hand, incoherent pleads and moans slipping from my kips. My knees try to close, my body trying to shy away from building feelings in my core.

He pins my legs open with his, and I'm about to fall headfirst into oblivion. “You gonna come for me? Come all over my fingers, Y/n, show me what it's gonna feel like when I've got my dick buried inside you.”

Releasing my hair, his hand clamps over my mouth to smother my vita as the orgasm rips through me, and I give up being so loud the window shatters my best attempt.

Every bit of me is physically shaking, pleasure spreading through my entire body until my eyes roll back in my head and my back arches off him. He keeps pumping his fingers until the spasming stops, and I slump into a sticky, satisfied mess on his chest. He gently pulls out his fingers and presses his lips against my damp forehead. “Open your mouth,” he tells me, a curious glint in his eyes as i ;look up at him confused.

I do as i'm told, too content to argue, and wait with an open mouth. He presses his two wet fingers against my tongue, and I immediately taste the heady, salty-sweet taste. “Suck, see how fucking good you taste,” he whispers.

“Eth-”

The music cuts off abruptly, and my entire body freezes, eyes widening as Ethan quickly pulls his fingers from mouth and unpins my legs so I can close them.

“Does anyone want McDonalds?”

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[mondaymelon]

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Blood. Its vermillion splatters, pooling across the dewy ground and staining what dared obstruct its path. A tsunami of crimson that overtook all unfortunate enough to stand in its way.

Your breath hitched. Yes, blood… you thought back to the word that had arisen from the panicked fog of your mind.

Vampire. 

“It… no.” You spoke as you took shaky steps forward, a sheet fluttering down from the folder still tucked under your arm. Its white canvas was quickly tainted with brilliant red splotches that spiraled outwards like the blooms of roses. “Th…They don’t exist.” Besides, what of the other victim, the man whose heart had been torn out of its fibers?

Yet the undeniable evidence in front of you was enough to make your vision swirl. The bite marks, the blood, her pale face and glassy eyes. Her death was recent. The killer still had to have been around here. Was it reckless courage that fueled your steps, or perhaps just the duty to finish what had been assigned to you? Yes, this was your responsibility, so it only made sense… but Sango couldn’t exactly blame you if you ran right now, could she? It was a sight anyone’s blood would chill at the sight of.

Blood. Follow it. So you did. It was better to have an obligation to abide by rather than just wander around and wait to be taken. The world moved in black and white, blurry motion pictures and indistinct shapes. The city lights had never seemed so dull. It was only the vivid scarlet that led you forward, added just one more step. You blinked slowly, dazed as the ground beneath you spun. The mist was heavier than ever now, and every inhale seemed taxing on yourself.

A sharp pain flared in your arm. A thorn had snagged on your skin, and tore it open. Your blood trickled past your forearm and rained down on the dark soil in fat drops. The sound of your heartbeat suddenly returned to your ears, along with the crunch of twigs and dead leaves underfoot. Smoke. There was smoke in the wind. Your senses came back to you all at once, and it was too much, too many colors, too loud, too…

Where were you?

You hadn’t seen anything like this along the shores of Inazuma. The cliffside was jagged, but rocky and an entirely different shade than the coasts you were used to. And the forest. Unlike Inazuma’s sparsely placed trees, they were everywhere, choking the earth and sky. Even the heavens itself were as black as ink, and void of stars.

Then, somewhere in that sea of dusk, beamed a glow of warmth. Torchlight? Fire? It didn’t matter. Now that night had fully fallen, it had only grown colder, and you could feel your fingers gradually going numb. Wherever you were, you’d have to adapt, fast, before another unfortunate incident could be discussed at the police station.

Another step. A movement in your peripheral vision. Fast. You spun around, dagger in hand, and heard a cheery laugh.

“Ahaha, what’s the knife for? C’mon now, you might just hurt me if you keep digging the blade towards my neck like that!” A man of short stature, wearing semi-formal European clothing, bounced on his feet, seemingly too excited for the situation - that is, your shaking body pressing a dagger towards his jugular. His twin braids whipped around excitedly, as if they were their own entity. “Let’s put the weapons down and have a nice talk before all this, hm?”

You loathed how his voice was so carefree. A stranger, a suspicious one at that, in an unknown location past midnight. Your gaze trailed to his mouth, hoping for a glimpse at his canines, but his lips were already sealed, curling upwards into a naive beam. It was too early to trust him.

“Give me a reason to. Who are you?” You growled, gliding the knife closer. The man didn’t seem concerned in the slightest, only bared his teeth in a grin.

Sharp canines.

“My my, you’ve worked yourself up quite the attitude, haven’t you?” With a leisurely step, he plucked the dagger out of your fingers, effectively disarming you in a single moment. Your breath hitched as his eyes closed in a smile. The blade fractured, and then shattered under his hold. His mouth formed an O as his turquoise eyes twinkled with amusement. “Oh, was it one of the toy ones?”

“You…!” You took a step back, witnessing the silver dust of metal settle onto the long grass. “Shit, what is something like you doing here?” Now you realize. Carefree? Naive? No, you were mistaken. Those were grins of entertainment and self-pleasure in a world where the days you lived out should’ve already passed. “You’re one of them.”

“Woah, let’s not point fingers everywhere! Ah, but how could a mere human like you know so much…? Don’t tell me someone whistled… nono, that can’t be the case. I suppose you’re a rather smart one, then!” His eyes flicked to the torn folder that’s papers were strewn on the ground, a result of suddenly pulling out your weapon. “I see, a detective! How interesting…  to think…” His last words were a mumble, too unintelligible to make out. 

Another drop of blood ran down your forearm and splattered onto the ground. His lips stretched into a thin smile, one easily deciphered as fake. “Oh, so you were what I smelled!” In an instant, he had closed the distance between you, and was pulling down the collar of your shirt to expose the flesh of your neck. “Then.” His jaw opened around your throat, ready to sink his fangs in. You could feel his hot breath fan your nape, and it made you shiver. “Don’t mind if I try a drop~” His sickly sweet voice rang in your ears as he wrapped his arms around your torso, pressing your arms to your sides and rendering them useless.

Fuck. You struggled against him, but your strength was pathetic against his inhumane nature. Your entire body felt cold, yet burned at the same time, flames racing across every inch of open skin. “Let go of me you little-!”

And in the moonlight, a figure appeared, the lean shadow of his silhouette against the full moon, a radiant sight that caught the breath in your throat. 

Who?

“Ouch!” The vampire was knocked aside, his body rolling across the ground before skidding to a stop next to a gleaming jade blade. “Xiao, what do you think you’re doing?”

The said man let out an annoyed sound. “Taking matters into my own damn hands, Venti. Have you gone insane at the slightest scent of blood?”

Was he… defending you? Your legs grew weak, and you fell to the ground. Xiao. is that his name? It hovered on your tongue, sweet to the taste. His hair framed his face, and his amber gaze stared into yours. His pupils, they were diamonds, and they sparkled.

“...Beautiful…” It was a whisper, a ghost of a word. 

His next movement startled you more than any other. He extended his hands towards you, raising his chin. “It’s not safe here. You should come with me.”

“What?” You blinked once, then twice, and the illustration of his defined features remained in your vision. “I…”

“You can trust me. I’ll make sure he…” His brows furrowed as he glanced backwards towards Venti, who had stuck out his tongue. “Doesn’t try anything else.”

“Th-Then, are you…” You couldn’t tell why your heart thumped faster when you spotted the sharp curve of his canines.

His expression remained patient as his outstretched hand reached towards you, and his mouth moved to form words.

“Yes. Does it bother you?”

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[whumpshaped]

sunshine for the bingo? :]

BINGO. also technically this is the second time but the first was so tiny it doesnt count. after this

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tw vampire whumper, vampire whumpee, accidental whump, burns, past trauma, lady whumper, flashbacks, conditioned whumpee, death talk and corpses

Helle knew they would have to let go of Beck and begin cleaning up at some point. The entire place was wrecked, and it hurt their heart to know they'd just managed to do a bit of tidying up a week or so prior. Wasted effort.

They glanced towards the bodies and the blood seeping into the carpet, and they just knew all of it was soaked, both the fabric and the wood below. Was it ruined now? Were they going to have to call someone to redo the entire floor? Surely not. Surely, it could be salvaged...

They groaned in frustration. Okay. They just had to start.

"Will you actually stay in my bedroom this time if I bring you back?" they asked gently, already scooping Beck up before he could've answered.

"I'm sorry for leaving," he muttered. "I got so... so worried."

"Yes, yes, because I am wholly incapable of defending myself. What would I do without the help of a runt?" They pushed the door open and carried him inside, then took a calming breath. "Never do it again, yes? I will not praise you for disobeying me, if that is what you were hoping for."

Beck looked up at them with teary eyes. "I don't– I don't want praise, I was just... I was hoping maybe you'd... you'd forgive me for it, if I ended up being useful..."

"I do forgive you. But I need you to promise you will never do such a thing again."

He slowly nodded, his expression full of guilt and the pain of rejection. He must've felt so heroic in that moment when the stake had hit him, knowing he'd likely saved their life, and now here they were, scolding him for it. But they didn't need to encourage something as stupid as heroism. Self-sacrifice. What good did that ever do? Beck was way too willing to get himself killed, and with his abilities, it'd become a reality sooner than later if they were to indulge him.

"I promise, Master. I'm sorry."

"Good." They walked over to their closet and picked out a shirt, then tore off a strip of fabric. Then another. Then one more. They didn't want to go and get the actual bandages until all the windows were covered up again, and they didn't want Beck completely soaking the bed until then either. This seemed like a reasonable compromise, and something that would hold him over until he healed. They had too many shirts anyway.

He looked more than grateful to be patched up by them, mumbling thank yous all the way through. "I can help with cleaning," he said eagerly. "Once– once it doesn't hurt as much–"

"I am counting on that. Your family made a mess of this place."

He winced. "I'm sorry. I'll... I'll come help as soon as I can, Master."

-

Annoying. So annoying. So many little glass shards to pick up. So many corpses to throw into a pile by the front door. So many layers of clothing to put on so they wouldn't get burned. They could've waited for nightfall, sure, but they didn't want to spend their night doing this.

Helle huffed as they tried to put another ripped off curtain rod back in place, securing it with regular nails and a hammer. They didn't own a fucking drill, they never thought they'd need it. And this was the easier part, too. Hanging up the curtains themselves was a major pain in the ass, and they were not looking forward to it.

They went window by window, holding at least three nails in their mouth at all times. They were so immersed in their work that they didn't even hear as the bedroom door opened and closed, nor the soft patter of feet drawing nearer and nearer.

"The bleeding stopped," Beck announced sheepishly, almost startling them enough to fall off the ladder; but instead they ended up letting go of the half-secured curtain to steady themself, letting in the last rays of the evening sun as it swung to the side.

Beck let out a bloodcurdling scream as the light hit his sensitive body, and Helle jumped off the ladder without thinking to pull him into the shadows. "What on earth is wrong with you?" they snapped, desperate to cover up their horror and nausea with righteous anger. "Your only job for the night was to stay away from goddamn trouble! Is that really so difficult?"

The poor thing was crying and whimpering from the pain, his hands, neck, and face burnt and twitchy. Helle was pretty sure he couldn't even see with his eyes having gotten such a direct hit — he was probably blind for the moment.

"I– I'm sorry– I'm sorry–"

"Oh, be quiet." They wanted to strangle him. They wanted to throw him against the wall and hear his ribs crack. They really wished their stupid, idiotic, overzealous, overexcited puppy of a vampire servant could've resisted the urge to throw himself in harm's way for just two seconds. "What did I tell you? What the hell did I tell you? I told you to stay in the goddamn bedroom."

Beck whined, so pitiful that Helle couldn't stand it. They shoved his burnt body further into the darker parts of the room, letting him stumble and fall when he failed to find a single thing to hold onto. Not that it would've helped, given how ruined his hands were. "I'm sorry," he repeated brokenly, staring at nothing with those stupid doe eyes of his. "I'm sorry, I'm s-sorry–"

"Quiet."

He flinched and curled in on himself, sobbing, making it impossible not to draw a comparison to when...

"I apologise!" they cried for the hundredth time, body covered in lashes and fresh burns. They couldn't stop trying every time the lady pulled them away from that terrifying, poisonous patch of sunshine in the hallway, whenever they got a moment of reprieve and they weren't just screaming incoherently. "Please, forgive me–"

She pushed them forward again, plunging most of their upper body into the light to sizzle and melt like wax.

Beck tried to weep as quietly as he could, afraid of being punished further than he'd already punished himself by accident. They shook their head a little, dispelling the memory.

"I shall draw you a cold bath after I have finished the work," they said coldly. "Do try to writhe as little as possible; burned skin cracks and tears quite easily."

~

@whumpprentice @starliight-whump

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[katsu28]

🍭 lollipop could u do 31. (sudden spells of dizziness disturbing their day) from list 5 for steve pls? ty 🫶

ofc love!! thank you for requesting <3

steve harrington x reader, 1k, mentions of injury but nothing specific

Steve didn’t regret having the everlasting shit beat out of him more times than, since he was doing it to protect the people he loved (and the entirety of Hawkins), but goddamnit if it didn’t fuck him up in all sorts of ways. Mentally and emotionally, yes, but the worst one was how it messed with him physically.

Because of how many times he’d had his bell rung, he could barely hear out of his left ear and see out of his left eye, his head and whole body hurt to no end all the damn time, and more recently (more frustratingly too), he began having dizzy spells. 

He didn’t tell anyone at first, not even you, having been rather accustomed to dealing with his problems on his own, but the more frequent they came along, the harder it was for him to hide them. 

Fast forward to now, Steve’s dizzy spells were the worst they’d ever been. Maybe it was from a lack of sleep lately, or he hadn’t been drinking enough water, he didn’t know, but the room started spinning every single time he’d stood up so far today. He’d managed to keep the first few under wraps, but he was getting increasingly frustrated. 

“Hey, Stevie, can you help me grab the paper towels? Someone put the new roll on the top shelf!” And by someone, you meant Steve, who always “accidentally” kept important things on the higher shelves so he could swoop in and save the day when you couldn’t reach them. 

Steve smiled to himself. “I have no idea who would do such a thing!” He called back, tossing the magazine he was flipping through off to the side and going to roll off the bed. 

Big mistake. 

As soon as he did, he was hit with what had to be the most head spinning, stomach turning, ear ringing bout of dizziness he’d had to date. 

“Jesus Christ,” He breathed, squeezing his eyes shut. One hand braced himself on the bedside table, while the other came to drag through his hair, fisting the strands at the nape of his neck before letting them flop back into place. He took a few deep breaths, willing the room to stop spinning quickly so he could go help you. 

“Steve?” Your soft voice sounded out from the hall, and he opened eyes to see you hovering in the doorway, brows pinched in concern. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, fine.” He replied quickly. Too quickly. You didn’t believe him one bit. 

“Are you sure?” 

“One hundred percent sure.” He confirmed, aiming a reassuring smile at you. “How bout those paper towels, hm?” 

He knew his cover had been blown the second he took a step in your direction, when the entire room lurched sideways yet again, and he lost his balance, stumbling on his feet big time. You were at his side in an instant, steadying him by his forearms. 

Your brows furrowed, eyes scanning his whole body for any sign of what could’ve made him pitch like that but coming up empty. 

“I’m okay, I just moved too fast. Lost my balance for a second.” 

“Steve…” 

“What? I’m fine, Y/N.” He snapped, growing instantly guilty when you flinched the slightest bit at his harsh tone. 

“Why are you being so defensive?” 

“I’m not being defensive!” Even that sounded extremely defensive, and you both knew it. Steve inhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. “Sorry. I’m not trying to be defensive, I’m just…frustrated.” 

“Frustrated? Why, baby?” Your voice turned hushed, gaze softening at his defeated tone. 

“I’m all kinds of messed up, sweetheart.” He sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. You tilted your head curiously at him, rubbing your hand up and down his arm soothingly. “I get dizzy a lot. And, uh, usually I can deal with them on my own, but they’ve been getting worse lately. A lot worse.” 

“Oh, Steve,” You murmured, feeling your heart ache for the poor boy. You’d had your fair share of pain and trauma from the whole saving the world thing, but it was nothing compared to what Steve endured time and time again. 

“I’m sorry for not telling you.” Steve’s chin dropped towards his chest, dejected gaze aimed at his feet. “I know—I know we’re supposed to be a team, and tell each other everything but I…I really thought I had a hang on them. I don’t.” 

Steve was always the one who took care of everyone else. Need a ride somewhere? Call Steve. Need someone to rant to? Call Steve. Need someone to coax the neighborhood cat out of a tree because you scared it all the way up there trying to see if weed worked the same as catnip? That one was Eddie and only happened once, but still, call Steve. 

He was so used to putting everyone else before himself—so used to everyone relying on him, that he forgot that he could always rely on you. 

“Hey, no. You never have to be sorry with me, Steve. We’re in this together, yeah?” You insisted, looping your arms around his neck. “I’m the one who should be sorry for making you feel like you couldn’t come to me about this.” 

Steve shook his head vigorously, squeezing you tight. “If I’m not allowed to be sorry, you’re not allowed to be sorry.” 

“Okay. No sorrys here, from either of us.” 

“No sorrys.” He repeated, nodding once. No sorrys, but an endless amount of support, however and whenever Steve needed it. Whether that meant going to doctors to see if these dizzy spells could be remedied, or changing around your lifestyles to make things easier on him, you’d do it for Steve.

He’d do the same for you. 

“Just so you know, I’ll be your human crutch if I have to.” You offered, tilting your chin up at him. Steve snorted, rolling his eyes playfully. “Oh, don’t pretend like you wouldn't like that! Get to drape yourself all over me like you do when you're drunk.” 

“I don’t do that!” 

“Ask Robin. Or Eddie, or Nancy, or—” 

“Okay, okay, maybe I do. But it’s only because I love you.” 

“And I love you too. Otherwise I'd drop your wasted ass on the nearest couch and come home.” 

“...thanks.” 

#almost done with my 1k writings hehe #and thank god too bc i am starting to run out of writer fuel #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington fluff #stranger things #joe keery #kait celebrates 1k!

[lanawinters-ily]

You're My Baby, Say It To Me

Your mental health has taken a dip again. But it is okay. Mama Ally is here to pick up all the (literal) pieces.

Pairing: Ally Mayfair x Teen!Reader (Gender neutral)

Word Count: 1300

Warnings: mental health themes, collapsing, themes of s*lf-harm

Yes, if you can believe it, I did write this fic as less bad than the true story ouch.

It was getting bad again.

Though, this time, you weren’t entirely sure if you had ever gotten better in the first place.

The feeling deep in your chest was heavy, and with every step you took, it became harder to not sink right into the floor.

Through the tile, through the foundations, through the dirt.

To bury yourself in this depression that had built up around you.

It was different this time.

You felt as if you had talked too much, shared too much. Everyone was so so worried, but even their concern didn’t seem enough.

No one could touch you when you had already blocked them off before they even tried.

University had failed. It was supposed to be a new start, but somehow you had fucked it up even more than at home.

Now that was impressive.

At least you had your mama.

It was just you and her, and she had struggled when you were gone.

The house seemed so much emptier, and she was looking forward to having you home for the holidays.

But not this early.

Unfortunately, we are beginning at the day after Ally had to collect you from university, after a friend has called her expressing serious concerns over your mental health. She had rushed straight over and bought you home without hesitation.

But you were yet to open up to her.

Ally wanted to give you space, though her maternal instincts were screaming to pull you close and hold you until every problem faded away.

She wanted you to trust her, to come to her in your time.

Perhaps that was a bad idea.

—

It had been another rough evening, though your emotions seemed slightly off. You couldn’t place the difference, but it made you uneasy.

Today had been good. Your mood had lifted a little, and you had even managed some low-effort chores. This kind of day was unfamiliar for you, and often didn’t have the desired effect.

After one day of slight positivity, your depression tended to come back with full force. Like, slap-in-the-face kind of force.

You had convinced yourself that this mood was different, and would last.

Well, sorry to spoil, but it did not.

As you were getting ready for bed, nausea started rising in your throat. The familiar feeling of anxiety shot through your body, not creeping up like usual, but pulsating into every limb in an instance.

This was not going to end well.

“Sweetheart, would you make me a cup of tea?” Ally’s voice called up the stairs.

Shit. You had to pull yourself together quickly, take drastic action to save face in front of your mother.

Swallowing down bile, you took a couple measured breaths and walked down the stairs.

All you had to do was boil the kettle, pour it into mugs and say goodnight to your mama.

Easy, right?

Wrong.

With shaky legs you stepped into the kitchen, filled up the kettle and put it on. Took out two mugs, two teabags, and a teaspoon.

It was then when things began to get hazy.

Your ears were ringing, and the kettle looked like it was floating. Spots took over and a strange grey haze coloured your usually bright kitchen

Something crashed to the ground, and it took you a couple of seconds to realise you had dropped a mug.

The last thing you heard was a distant scream of “Sweetheart?!” before everything faded to black.

—

“Sweetheart? Baby?”

You could hear a faint muttering. Never in your life had you felt so disorientated. Hard floor under your back, a throbbing in your head, and a sharp pain on your arm.

And who was talking?

Squeezing your eyes, you tried with all your energy to force the lids open.

“Baby? Can you hear me?”

A groan that you didn’t even recognise as your own slipped from your mouth. Eyes wandering the surroundings you realised you were on the kitchen floor, with your mother hovering over you.

She’d never looked so terrified in her life. Ally Mayfair did not do scared.

But it was different with you. Her baby.

You couldn’t speak, so just looked at her and made a noise in recognition that you could hear.

“Oh my baby.” Ally let out a huge sigh of relief at this sign.

“Stay down here for a little bit love. I don’t want you collapsing on me again, okay?”

You just blinked, pretty sure that you couldn’t even imagine sitting, let alone standing right now.

Your body felt as if you’d somehow doubled in weight, heavy heavy heavy into the ground. As if you’d break through the grey tiles and fall forever and ever.

“Sweetie.” Ally said in a somber tone, making you look back up at her.

“You were bleeding pretty badly from your wrist. I thought it was from the mug, but when I looked, I could tell it was something different.”

Sure enough, you looked to see your wrist securely bandaged.

Huh.

That must have happened during the panic attack. How weird. You’d never done that without even thinking before.

Maybe that’s why it was worse than normal.

“When did this start again honey?”

Your mother peered down at you with sad brown eyes, tears peeking out from behind eyelids.

Energy was needed for this conversation, and energy was certainly not what you had in that moment.

So, you just made another noise and shrugged, hoping that Ally would sense that you wanted to move away from the subject.

“Alright love.” She squeezed your hand and sighed, looking briefly at her phone.

“You were out for about five minutes, which is not ideal darling. I called an ambulance while you were unconscious. They weren’t too concerned, but a crisis team is going to call us soon. Is that okay baby?”

Tears filled your eyes as your lip wobbled. You had really fucked up this time.

“My baby,” Ally mumbled and gently guided you up into her embrace.

She rocked you back and forth while you sniffled, not even having the energy to form sobs. You sat like that for a couple of minutes until you had quietened down.

“Let’s get you up and comfy sweetheart.” Your mama said.

As desperate as you were to move off the cold, hard floor, your body was still in shock-mode. As Ally carefully pulled you by your hands upwards, your knees buckled, sending you back towards the ground.

“Oh!” Ally gasped, grabbing you as you fell. You both ended up on the floor again.

“Let’s try that again. I can hold your weight darling, you can always lean on me.” Your mother said softly.

You knew this was a double meaning, and made a little smile in recognition. Working together, you and Ally managed to make it into the living room and she laid you on the sofa.

She sat beside you and soft hands stroked your pale face.

“We’ve got this baby. Me and you, against the world. All the bad, that’s staying outside this room. In here, it is us. I’ve got you, sweetheart. Please lean on me.”

And for the first time in a while, you felt a stir of hope in your chest.

“Thank you mama. I love you.”

“I love you baby. You’re my everything.”

Taglist: @sweetestberryofthebunch @dreamypqulson @ahsfan05

(I just tagged people who I knew wanted to read this bc my other taglist is so out of date haha)

#ally mayfair richards x reader #ally mayfair richards #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson #ahs fandom #ahs fanfic #ahs #american horror story #ahs cult

[goatcheesecak3]

Gavin's Diary

Gavin Ellis x F!Reader

Fic type: angst

Warnings: police violence, gun violence, coma, organised crime

Summary: Gavin reflects on the mistakes he's made in his diary, as he wonders what the future might hold for him and y/n

Y/N got fucked up. And it’s my fault. I roped Ray into some bullshit, even though she warned me not to. Ray is okay now, thank god, somehow he managed to go ten full days without spilling his guts – metaphorically and literally. He says he forgives me, but I still feel awful. That’s why I told that cop, I told him everything, and I begged him to give Ray immunity. I didn’t care if I went down for it, I just wanted to get him out of the mess I made. Well, turns out that was just another thing I fucked up, because it got the love of my life hurt.

I stood on the rooftop with Detective Paris, and told him the whole plan. I told him the part I played and I even gave him Pat’s name, and he told me I would be okay. I believed him. Why the fuck did I believe a cop? Staring down into the motel car park, I pointed out the car of the man who’d been sent there to kill me.

“you won’t have to worry about him anymore” were the last words I heard before my balance was thrown off, a firm slap to my back sent me lunging forwards. My life flashed before my eyes, before I realised I had stopped falling. Desperate, clamouring hands had gripped onto any part of me that they could, and pulled me back over the ledge and onto the roof once more. The screams, those awful screams could very well have been the last thing I heard from y/n, as she held my body, which was now limp with fear, kicking and shouting at the cop to get away. She had followed me there. Smart as ever, of course y/n had known that what she had always referred to as a “Gav plan” would fall through. She was always looking out for me. As if saving my life wasn’t enough, she was willing to sacrifice her own for me, shielding my body with her own as gunshots rang out.

All this commotion was enough to get the attention of the other cops in the building, as they dashed upstairs to find Detective Paris pointing a gun at y/n and me. None of the bullets had hit me, I was, somehow, entirely unscathed. I couldn’t say the same for y/n. She lay motionless, one bullet in her thigh, another in her back. Being as incredible as she always was, y/n had a tape recorder in her pocket, it had documented the entire altercation – all while she was creeping up on me and the cop, right until the paramedics later found it on her person. By some miracle, none of the bullets or blood had gotten to it. Needless to say, Detective Paris has been arrested.

The lawyer who had been assigned to Ray’s case has decided to take y/n and I on as clients too, she’s a nice lady, and I can tell she’s invested in the wellbeing of everyone involved. So far, it’s looking good for me on the legal front, there’s physical proof that I cooperated, and that I was assaulted by an officer. It’s looking like all my charges will be dropped if I agree to keep my mouth shut about what happened. I can’t say the same for y/n, though. Legally, obviously she’s fine, but she’s been in a medically induced coma for a week now and I can’t put into words how scared I am for her.

I’ve visited her every day for the last week, just sitting by her side, holding her hand and reading her poetry. I’m not sure if she can hear me, but I hope that if she can it’s brought her some type of comfort. It’s funny, I never really got the poems and books she enjoyed before, but now they’re the only things that comfort me. There’s this one poem by a guy called Thomas Hardy, it’s about his cat dying. Y/n always loved that one, and now I think I do too, I don’t know, I guess it reminds me of her or something.

I suppose that brings me to the present. The hospital called about an hour ago, an said y/n’s finally awake and in a stable condition. I’m writing this from the hospital waiting room, knowing that these may well be the last few moments I can kid myself that y/n and I are still together, I doubt she wants anything to do with me anymore after everything I’ve put her through. Still, y/n being alive and healthy whilst hating me is better than her dying because she loved someone as fucked up as I am.

I think the nurse is calling me now, wish me luck.

A/N i've got an idea for a part 2 to this, so let me know if anyone wants it!

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[dream-meister-translations]

THE TALE OF FOOD

MOONLIT CONFESSIONS - PART 13

━

The robo-bunny closes its eyes and silently proffers the core stone that had been on its breast.

ROBO BUNNY : The damage to your memory was not done by that explosion alone.

ROBO BUNNY : Every robot under the Micians' command has a system switch called the self-destruct protocol that was installed by their creator.

TGII : !!!

ROBO BUNNY : It is tied to your core stone's engine and can never be removed. Once you attempt to attack a member of the Micians, the system will automatically destroy you from the inside out.

ROBO BUNNY : More than a decade ago, a Mician emissary once came to Guanghan Palace. Their destructive actions enraged you while you were in a state of amnesia, so...

TGII : Then you pieced me together once again and put me into the glass room to hibernate.

ROBO BUNNY : Humans will not countenance betrayal from their underlings and would rather see them die than try.

ROBO BUNNY : Do you understand what I mean? This is human nature I am referring to.

TGII looks out over the drifting forms of the four in the distance, his gaze growing steadily colder.

TGII : Then is this act, also human nature?

TGII : To me, these do not even qualify as human nature. Assault, threats, temptation, this is what an animal would choose to do to survive.

ROBO BUNNY : Why are you...So close?

TGII : True human nature is defying your survival instinct, is fully knowing the risk and still pressing on foolishly...!

-

OSMANTHUS WINE : Where are you going, Master!

MASTER : Going by the robo-bunny's modus operandus, it is likely to feint and turn on us. But up till now, it hasn't appeared and I'm worried...

MOON CAKE : I just saw four figures hanging from the robotic arms in the distance...

MOON CAKE : Looks like it can't catch us and has found replacements. We won't be kidnapped, don't worry!

MASTER : What? No, we've got to get there right now! He...Won't leave us to die!

We leap over boulder after boulder as the moonlight shines down upon our elongated shadows.

-

ROBO BUNNY : Did you know? These robotic arms can toss them into another zone entirely.

ROBO BUNNY : Stop. I do not wish to see your self-destruct protocol activate once more.

TGII : No, you're gripped by fear. You fear me, fear the 'human nature' that I speak of.

The robo-bunny backs away a few steps before summoning a giant humanoid robot that engages Crab in Orange in a fierce combat.

TGII : Master, stop...!

But he manages to hold off the humanoid robot during the struggle long enough to free one hand to snatch away the core stone in the robo-bunny's paw.

TGII : As long as I crush my own heart, no one can ever use it to control me or Guanghan Palace again!

ROBO BUNNY : Stop! TGII!

None of this can be stopped, there's no turning back now.

CRAB IN ORANGE : From this day forward, I am Crab in Orange. I am free.

The military-issue blade pierces the heart, exploding it into many small blades. The skill that he had mastered so many years before from the Micians has finally come to be useful.

Crab in Orange is prone on the ground, his mechanic components shattered. Golden spiritual force pools around him, slowly losing its luster and hue...

On his chest is the robo-bunny that had leapt to protect his heart. Its body is riddled with the debris of Crab in Orange's shattered body and its spiritual force is fading away as well.

-

CRAB IN ORANGE : To defy your instincts...And choose...Is human nature...

CRAB IN ORANGE : Master, you knew...That better than anyone...

-

OSMANTHUS WINE : We're...Too late.

YIPIN POT : Without the power of their core, there is no salvaging a robot.

MASTER : !!!

CRAB IN ORANGE : You're...Alright...

CRAB IN ORANGE : I'm sorry, we destroyed...Your moon.

His hand is as icy-cold as ever. Yet the moon is warm as can be.

MASTER : Crab in Orange, your soul power is a warm shape like this. You won't have to rely on anyone else's power...You finally have your own heart.

(months later)

After bidding farewell to Yipin Pot, I became tied down making arrangements to welcome one of Kongsang's latest resident food souls. To store the mountains of spare parts, Kongsang has even built two new warehouses.

Ah-Fu runs in while everyone is bustling about, busy at work.

FULI CHICKEN : Hey, Master! Letter for you!

MASTER : Letter? Who is it from? It better not be some mysterious rock again...

FULI CHICKEN : Let me see...There's only a seal with the sign of a fish bone. Geez, who's trying to play mind games with me? So lame!

FULI CHICKEN : The letter even says 'I stole the real moon a long time ago'...Huh? A thief who's announcing themselves!? Do they really take me, Ah-Fu, for dead?

DEZHOU CHICKEN : Ah-Fu! How could you read Master's mail! One more hour facing the wall!

FULI CHICKEN : Geez!

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𝐌𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝

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♡ Pairing : yunho x gn!reader

♡ Genre : angst + hurt/comfort

♡ W.C : 2761

♡ Warnings : major mentions of drugs ( usage + dealing ), minor character death, vague mentions of gang violence,

♡ A/N : sorry

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“Listen to me Mingi, you- you need to stop this! I can’t keep patching you up everytime they beat the shit outta you for being late.”

You hugged Mingi by the waist, clinging to him as your tears dropped onto his shirt.

“I can’t keep seeing you slowly losing yourself to that shit. I just.. I can’t.”

Pushing you off, Mingi didn’t bat an eyelash when you fell to the floor. The only thing in his head right now was that unwavering need. That urge that he never seemed to shake no matter how hard he tried.

“Then don’t.”

And with a slam of the door, he was gone again. Gone to fill a void that will never be satisfied.

Only this time, he didn’t come back.

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Three Months Later

Yunho didn’t know who he was. He wasn’t a bad guy, but for damn sure he wasn’t a good one either. He had seen, committed and been the victim of many bad things, but he never intended to end up this way. He had worked hard, and after falling back in a few times he finally managed to work his way out. He’d left that life behind, but the ghosts of his past still haunted him in many different ways. He trusted no one, so he interacted with no one. Instead, he watched.

He could sit for hours letting the world pass him by, and he did just that during his daily visit to the park. With a quiet smile he’d bask in the sunlight, content with just watching people live their lives. Couples, families, loners. He watched as new love was formed, as happy families came to a tragic end. One time he even saw two teenagers about to go all the way on a fucking park bench. Filthy little shits. Yunho kept to his one rule however, not interfering and letting what’s meant to happen, happen. It was a lonely existence, but a calm and quiet one. At the very least, until you sat down next to him.

Chest heaving, you all but threw yourself onto the bench, sweat covering your entire body as music blasted in your ears. Yunho could hear the thumping base from your workout playlist, smiling softly to himself when you swore quietly and leaned back on the bench. Finally noticing him, you nodded at the staring man before slipping your headphones off.

“We got a problem?”

Yunho raised an eyebrow at your tone before scoffing and turning away, shaking his head simultaneously. You sighed and sat forward, wiping some sweat from your forehead.

“Sorry, that was kinda bitchy.”

Giving you a small smile, Yunho chuckled quietly.

“Kinda, but it’s understandable. You look stressed.”

Taking a water bottle out of your backpack, you gulped a good amount down before replying.

“That’s cause I am, but I haven’t stooped low enough to offload onto a stranger. If I ever do that, I’ve truly hit rock bottom.”

Yunho rolled his eyes playfully, taking a cigarette box out of his pocket.

“It’s not as bad as you make it sound. Got a lighter?”

You shook your head, putting the water bottle back in your bag.

“Does it look like I smoke?”

Yunho dug in his pockets for a second and let out a little ‘ah’ when he found his own. Lighting a cigarette, he took in a deep breath before letting the cloud billow out infront of him.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know? You can smoke and still look fit, smartass.”

You paused for a second, thinking a little before sighing in defeat.

“Touché.”

He gestured to your sweatshirt before tapping his ashes away onto the concrete below.

“So, you go to that university up the road right?”

Looking down at yourself, you looked as if you had only just noticed the large letters covering the front of your sweatshirt.

“Appears so. You?”

He shook his head and sat back, blowing the cigarette smoke high into the air.

“Dropped out in high school, I don’t fuck with rules.”

Letting out a small laugh, you paused your music to fully focus on the stranger next to you.

“Ooh sorry Mr. Gangster, don’t shoot me.”

Yunho tensed at this, expression hardening and any trace of lightheartedness soon leaving his face.

“Don’t call me that.”

Your eyes widened when he stood up, quickly following suit and grabbing his arm before he could walk off.

“Hey I’m sorry if I offended you-“

Shrugging your hand away, Yunho spat at your feet as you staggered back to avoid it.

“Too late. Don’t touch me again or I’ll break your fucking hands.”

Lifting your hands up as a sign of peace, you let Yunho go with a sigh.

“Either way, I’m sorry.”

Looking you up and down, Yunho let out a non-committal ‘mmh’ before walking away. He heard you shout at him however, and couldn’t resist turning to face you.

“Can I at least know your name?!”

Yunho scoffed before shouting back with a childish smirk.

“First name Suckma, Last name Balls!”

He heard you scoff and he let out a small laugh as you shouted again.

“Real mature!”

And that was the last Yunho saw of you, and he couldn’t say he was displeased. After the two of you parted ways, Yunho’s life went back to normal again. No interactions, just watching. He settled back into his usual routine and you became a distant memory. A fond one, not so much.

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“Awh shit, I’m so sorry!”

Yunho hissed as hot coffee spilled all over him, his arms steadying you to keep you from connecting with the floor. Soon finding your footing, you grabbed as many tissues as you could, quickly dabbing at his shirt. Upon seeing your attempts were futile, Yunho grabbed your wrist.

“Look just leave-…”

His words soon cut off however when you looked up at him, recognition spreading over his features before he let go of you.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Stalking off to a table, Yunho shrugged his jacket off with an exasperated sigh when he heard you trailing behind him, a waterfall of apologies flowing from your lips. He rolled his eyes before pulling his t-shirt off, leaving him in his vest as you stood there shocked. By this point everyone was watching the two of you, and it made a cold chill run up his spine. For once, he was the one being watched. And if he didn’t wanna attract the attention of the wrong kinda people, he had to avoid the flashing cameras now trailing the two of you. Kissing his teeth, Yunho threw his jacket to you and hissed under his breath.

“Watch my jacket, and don’t steal my shit.”

Usually you’d have some sort of snide remark in response to such a rude comment, but your guilt overrided any hate you had for this man. So you just nodded and let him walk off, raising your eyebrows when you noticed the tip of a scar peeking out from the neck of his vest. How did he manage to cut his back? You bit your lip at this, turning away and glancing down at the jacket in your hands. You smiled softly and ran your hands over the leather sleeves.

“Lakers fan, my kinda guy.”

You soon snapped out of it however when an employee came over and gave you another drink. You thanked them and turned just in time to see Yunho stomping back. The coffee stain had luckily disappeared, but there was still a damp mark on the t-shirt he had pulled back on. You held out the jacket and he snatched it from you, jaw set as he regarded you for a second before scoffing and turning away. Once again, you grabbed his arm.

“Last time you didn’t let me make it up to you, so how about now?”

Yunho stared at you for a while until he heard the click of a camera. Grabbing your hand, he hastily pulled you out of the shop and around the corner into an alley. The two of you were now alone.

“Let’s talk here, I’m done being watched.”

You raised your eyebrows but still nodded, gesturing behind you as you spoke.

“I’m happy to pay for another shirt. We’re near a mall anyways, so it isn’t like we’d have to go far.”

Yunho shook his head, not smiling but also not frowning like usual.

“It’s fine, keep your money. I can buy my own shirt.”

You rolled your eyes at this, starting to become agitated with this man’s apparent victim complex.

“God, I didn’t mean it like that! I’m a university student for fucks sake, I eat soup five times a week!”

This seemed to quell Yunho a bit, and you finally felt it was safe enough to have a conversation without the fear of him walking off. So, you let go of him.

“I mean, you could always have one of my brother’s shirts if you’re so concerned about money. He doesn’t use them anymore.”

Scoffing, Yunho smirked down at you with a pretentious chuckle.

“If he doesn’t use them, why would I?”

Your face fell for a second, and Yunho’s smirk faded slightly.

“Cause he’s dead, smartass. He’s not exactly keeping up with the fashion trends right now.”

Yunho’s eyes widened and for once in a very long time, he felt nervous. He also felt guilty for mocking you, but he’d never admit that to himself.

“Well… fuck, sorry about that.”

“You didn’t do nothing, why you apologising? Mingi… he should’ve listened.”

Yunho froze at that name, a name he hadn’t heard for years. He rested hands on both your shoulders with urgency.

“Did you just say Mingi?”

Raising an eyebrow, you nodded before continuing.

“Uh yeah? Wh- Anyways, you want the damn jumper or not?”

Yunho didn’t seem to be listening however, his face had darkened and his grip had tightened on your shoulder.

“Mingi as in Song Mingi? As in ‘Songbird’?”

It was your turn to freeze now, trying to push Yunho away slightly when Mingi’s name fell from his lips.

“How do you… know my brother? Are you one of them?”

You watched Yunho grit his teeth before shaking his head and loosening his grip.

“Not anymore, I got out of that life about two years ago.”

You looked at him confused for a second, before fully shaking him off.

“So you’re telling me.. you knew my brother, and was evidently close to him.. you got out of that life, knew what he was struggling with yet you just… left him?”

When Yunho opened his mouth you shoved him back, words coming out louder now as you became infuriated.

“How dare you! You’re- you’re Yunho aren’t you?! You’re that fucking ‘Maverick’ that he idolised, aren’t you?!”

Yunho seemed to have collapsed in on himself, any walls he had built up to protect him from thinking about his feelings crashing to the ground. This formidable giant seemed so small as you kept on hitting him, your punches dealing more psychological damage than physical.

“You introduced him to that shit! You got him addicted! You got him into dealing to pay for his addiction! You! This is all your fucking fault!”

Yunho’s voice was broken as he tried to talk, almost inaudible as he tried to explain.

“I was just a dumb teenager who got caught up in bad shit! I never meant to bring him with me! I’m not excusing anything but- I tried, okay?! I-“

Yunho felt a lump form in his throat, body shaking as you stood there glowering at him. His chest heaved and when he put a hand to his heart, it was beating erratically. You let him have a moment to calm down, watching him slide onto the dirty floor of the alley.

“I-I tried so damn hard…”

Your eyes were devoid of sympathy as you watched him, kissing your teeth and adverting your gaze for a second before refocusing.

“Tell me everything. I wanna know how this started. Then I can tell you how it ended.”

Yunho stared at you for a second before nodding. His words came out broken, short.

“I used it occasionally, and he wanted to try. I warned him, but he wouldn’t listen. You know how Mingi is, when he get something stuck in his goddamn brain he won’t have any other way. So I let him, and he started using. Became dependent on it.”

You watched quietly as Yunho gulped and adverted eye contact, unable to stand the pure rage in your eyes.

“That kinda life was all I knew, you’ve gotta understand me. I saw no other… viable way for him to get the money as quickly as he needed it. How the fuck was I supposed to know he’d start stealing from them? I just wanted to see my best friend walk normally for once, without a limp, without a broken arm. I already felt so fucking guilty for getting him hooked, but there was nothing else I could do for him.”

Crouching down you trapped Yunho, forcing him to look at you.

“Then what? You gave up on him and left? What a great fucking best friend, we should all have someone like you.”

His eyes fell to the floor and your gripped his chin, forcing Yunho’s head up.

“I-… I promise you I tried! I tried everything I could to get him to leave with me, told him about the centres and help programs. He told me all he needed was that fucking white powder. Told me he.. didn’t need me.”

You face faltered for a second, features softening slightly when you saw a tear roll down Yunho’s cheek. This look he had on his face, it was almost identical to the one you had when you begged Mingi to stop using. When you’d sobbed and pleaded and told him how much you loved him and how he was so much better than this.

You also remembered the cold look in his eyes, the shallowness of his features and the stubble growing from him neglecting his daily routine. He was the ghost of your brother, and he still terrified you to this day. So you backed off, now sitting next to Yunho with a long sigh. He might be one of the only people who understood how you felt in that moment.

That feeling of loss.

“I tried one more time before I left. You know he used to talk about you all the time? When we first met, he was so proud of that nickname you had given him. Wrote it on all his stuff, it was pretty cute actually. So when I tried one last time, I asked him how he could treat his Sunbird like this, keeping them worried all the time. He tried to kill me just for saying your name.”

Tears stung the corners of your eyes when ‘Sunbird’ fell from Yunho’s lips, biting your cheek to hold back sobs.

“It’s been years since I’ve heard that name.”

Yunho smiled lightly, turning to you with a playful roll of his eyes.

“You brought light into his life at its darkest times and he wanted you to match with him. Classic Mingi.”

Yunho chuckled and glanced at your shoulder for a second before he raised his hand slowly, almost as if debating if he should or not. You tensed when a hand met your back, soon relaxing however when Yunho rubbed small circles onto it.

“You ready to offload to a stranger now? Or haven’t you sunk low enough yet?”

You scoffed with tears flowing down your cheeks, smiling at the sheer absurdity of this situation.

“I’m sitting on the floor of a shitty ass alleyway crying with a complete stranger. If that ain’t the lowest I can go, I never wanna get to true rock bottom.”

Yunho chuckled and kept rubbing your back. He watched you sniffle and drop your head with a bite of his lip, a new feeling spreading through his body. He couldn’t place it, all he knew is he didn’t wanna see you hurting. He wanted to put a smile on your face, even if it was for a second. So with a squeeze of your shoulder, Yunho gave you the understanding comfort you’d been craving for as long as you could remember.

“I’m all ears Sunbird, what do you need to say?”

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[ conall ] The last time he had seen Ozymandias had been when they were being dragged away while he stood on the balcony where the king of Kemet used to give public speeches. He was panting heavily, covered in blood that wasn't his, holding the severed head of the betrayed monarch, the armies underneath roaring their victory. Deafening, the adrenaline ran through his body and made everything feel surreal like he was out of his body... as if all moved at a slower speed. At his right, just entering the palace's gates, was the pleased smile of King Conchobar. He didn't care for it but, now that he had fulfilled his end of the promise, he expected his Lord to do the same. But when he looked to his left, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown at him. The betrayal, the hurt, and the hatred he saw in his lover's eyes... like a coward, he looked away and focused on the crowd and its cry for a macabre show. So he lifted the fallen king's head as high as possible he stepped forward to the edge, booming with a sinister, mocking laughter and following with a short speech to tell the world that the kingdom of Kemet was no more.  

Almost two weeks had passed since then.

In his homeland, in the palace he grew up, he had one last conversation with his king before finally being dismissed. The updates he had received from the servants were more than a little troubling. He changed clothes and left his weapons behind but when he opened the door to the chambers where Ozymandias was restrained, he didn't even get to finish saying "Princess-" before dodging an expensive vase aimed at his head. He looked at the broken pieces for a moment before stepping forward. Whatever object his lover threw at him next, he managed to grab it on time and put it aside. "Ozymandias," He knew he had no right to feel hurt when his lover hissed and acted as if his touch burned them, but... "Love," He finally got to grab their arms to stop them from pulling away from him. "The servants said they had to force-feed you because you refused to eat. Why are you...?" But he already knew the answer to that. "I swear upon my gods, my lord, and my own life that nothing will happen to you here. You're safe now, so... please..."  

      THERE WOULD NEVER BE enough words to describe how Ozymandias had felt when his father was slain. It was always a possibility with war, but to know it and to see it were not the same thing. None could ever wholly prepare for that sight. It was as if the entire world shattered around him, all sound ceasing… To see a warrior as proud and strong as his father killed like this, and with his head held up as a trophy for all to bear witness too… The pain he had felt was immeasurable. For a moment he had fallen to his knees, forgetting that he was supposed to maintain an image of power no matter the circumstance. Title meant nothing in that instance. All that was left was a grieving son. The shock had been widespread, soldiers who had been fighting ceasing their actions as they too stared in horror at the sight before them. Seti was dead.

     Conchobar didn’t even have the dignity to fight the other king like a warrior should, to show some semblance of respect. Instead, he waved one of his…dogs to do it in his place. The hurt that Ozymandias had felt, that intense sorrow that was so deep that it felt as if you would never pull out, soon began to shift and change. It was as if a spark had ignited in his heart, and from that spark, a wildfire that would burn and burn until nothing was left of who that young prince had been. The intense rage he had was enough to make anyone take a step back, and he had aimed it all in Conall’s direction.

     Look at me, Coward.

     Meet my gaze.

     But rather than do that, the other turned their eyes away from him to the cheering crowd below. Ozymandias had reached to notch his bow and point the tip of his arrow at Conall’s back, fingers tugging back his bowstring with every desire to cut him down, and yet he hesitated. Even in all that black rage nestled so deep as it poisoned his very blood, he still hesitated. Tears of frustration fell down his cheeks, his bow slammed against the ground as he cursed everything, but himself most of all for being so weak.

     Everything that followed felt like a blur. If asked if he recalled anything, he would only be able to give the barest of information. He had been too numb to care about anything, the sorrow so intense that he had just merely wished he could cease to exist if it meant that it would all come to an abrupt halt. His uncle executed and all that held a closeness to crown cut down to further crush the spirit of the people of that land. And yet, the gods in all their cruelty…had decided that he would be the one spared. Servants to that disgusting Conchobar had tried to make things easier for him, but he fought them the entire way as if that spark had ignited once more. He had become more beast than man; a lion forced into a cage with claws lashing out the moment any so much as approached. Food was slapped away onto the floor, and any attempts at approaching him were always met with violence and curses.

     It had reached a point that even they became anxious of coming anywhere within his vicinity, many opting to keep their distance as they attempted to tidy up the room or bring him nourishments – none of which he took to. When it looked as if he would rather starve, they had tried to get him to eat, but oh what a challenge that had been. The moment the door opened, Ozymandias was quick to hurl a vase at the door, missing by an inch as it shattered nearby, but not upon its target like he had hoped. Without skipping a beat, he had reached for another item he could use, but was grabbed and prevent from doing further damage. ❝Do not touch me!❞ he screamed, attempting to pull himself away from Conall’s firm grip without much success. ❝You have no right to call me by name any longer!❞ ‘Love’ most especially. That word used to fill his heart with warmth, but instead Conall might as well have plunged an actual dagger into his heart with its utterance. Oh if only it was a real one! Then he could be free of this hell he was trapped in surrounded by people he would rather see destroyed and a king he wished to rip apart with his own bare hands. 

     If he could grab and bow and shoot Conchobar right in the soft tissue of his eye before being cut down, he could die with all the pride that made up the throne he had been prepared to sit upon. ❝If you had really loved me, you would have pointed your blade at me too knowing what fate would befall a kingdom once its king was gone.❞ Not allowed Ozymandias to be some trophy to be paraded around like a cowed and beaten stallion; pitied or quietly mocked as the ‘defeated’. At their words about nothing happening to him, he laughed and laughed, bitter and cold as it filled that room. He had ceased attempting to pull away, but not because he had suddenly decided to change his mind in concerns to the other’s hold. ❝You are delusional if you think that is what I want!❞ He paused quickly after that proclamation, eerily silent before eyes bore into Conall’s once more. ❝They were right about you wolves…never let them in the door. Their fangs will eventually find your neck in your sleep.❞ But Conall wasn’t even brave enough to do that! To think that Ozymandias had admired his strength once…but this wasn’t strength. It was just as cowardly as the moment Conall had torn his gaze away from Ozymandias’ weeks ago.

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[knaivcs]

[Continued from HERE.]

@flosalatus:

"And you think this is how you do it!?" Tears in his eyes, voice catching on the horrified yell, gesturing sharply to the burning rubble around them.

No. Enough.

He's had enough. Enough of the pain, the violence. Running and running and running with no end in sight, the constant physical and mental fight.

If Nai- If Knives is so delusioned that he won't stop hunting Vash, no matter what, then maybe he can finally make it stop if he has nothing left to hunt.

The hand around his gun trembles in it's usually steady aim, a hiccup stalls in Vash's throat before abruptly, the angle shifts and the gun is pressed to his own temple and without his glasses, lost in the collapse of the buildings, Vash's eyes blaze with wild anger and desperation.

"Is this what it'll take to make you STOP!?" He begs for one last sign he can get through to him. A sign that the threat alone might work, or at least change something if he pulls the trigger.

"You don't have to keep taking it out on the world if I'm not in it, right? Right!?"

"Human history was recorded in hopes that they dare not repeat those same mistakes, Vash. They're resistant to growing beyond their basic animal impulses: greed, rage, cruelty, mindless procreation... You know the events in which I'm referring to. How can you stand there and tell me that they are worth saving, have you forgotten? Have you lied to yourself for so long, that you actually believe it?"

It wasn't a matter of 'wanting' to do something, this was necessary for their continued survival. This ever-repeating argument, the same drawn out song and dance... and Vash claimed to be exhausted of it all? Knives is sick of it, too. That was the entire point of his plan, to emancipate their kind once and for all.

"Don't make me do something I'm going to regret..." he states calmly, but with a distinct edge of menace, his coils of blades at the ready to deflect another hail of bullets.

His eyes widen in disbelief as Vash turns the firearm on himself, instinctually taking a step forward and raising a hand in genuine panic. His blades try in vain to knock the gun from his grasp, but the movement only elicits an even worse reaction: his sibling thumbing back the hammer.

"Vash, DON'T-" he tries to shout over the other Plant's voice while he appears to be in the throes of a near manic state of rage.

He wouldn't... He would never-

Oh, but wouldn't he?

He'd been in a comatose state after the incident, mind wiped clean like a blank slate of their horrific discovery. Waking to an emaciated and frantic Vash, both he and Rem still recovering from their wounds- Wasn't that all he needed to know about how Vash managed to handle his volatile emotions? He'd had a very lax control over his own impulses from the beginning, but it seems that the fraying rope keeping his brother from being swallowed by the torrent of his own feelings is about to break.

The long, snaking tendrils of blades fade back into the cloak draped around Knives' body. Where there once was annoyance and anger, his eyes are now tinged with fear that palpably spreads through his nerves like roots from a tree.

"Brother... Please," he tries again, softer and less demanding, trying to somehow break through past that inconsolable despair. He's almost afraid to approach at first, unsure of how twitchy that trigger finger might be. After taking a long, slow breath inwards, he lets his hands fall to his sides.

"There is no point left if you do this, you know that. You'd be dooming them to an excruciating death at my hands anyway. And without you, I'd..." he trails off, as if putting it to words might curse them.

"I have no other reason to live, without you."

#flosalatus #† rp threads. #I HATE YOU SO MUCH *SOBBING* #GODDAMIT TRICKY I STFG #i'M CALLING YOU SATAN FROM NOW ON THAT IS YOUR NEW NAME #GO CHANGE YOUR MUN HANDLE RIGHT NOW

[independentzaun]

@_@ for Selvika?

Send @_@ to have my Muse enter a state of pure rage.

((So to be honest (My) Sevika doesn't actually let herself to into pure rage often so uh... have this. Content warnings for violence, blood, gore, police brutality.))

It was rare for Sevika to give into that temper of hers after years of learning self control. Time in a cell, running a crew, working for Silco, and if she was completely honest dealing with Jinx had made her quite good at it. However rare didn’t mean never, and this particular day her control found itself completely gone. There should be rules even in the middle of a protest bordering on a riot for how the Enforcers behaved, but this three person group that had gotten separated from the rest had forgotten the rules entirely. Three enforcers masked and helmeted looking more like soldiers sent to put down a rebellion than police stood above a woman with her arms around two children, and as Sevika started walking towards them about to call out one of the enforcers brought down the butt of their weapon against the woman’s head knocking her down onto the ground and unconscious. It was anyone’s guess as to if she would ever wake again, and the two children started to whimper and cry.

Sevika, had her limits. The sight of three people who represented all that she hated once again brutalizing people in her home that had done nothing wrong and quite possibly orphaning the Children of Zaun broke those limits so thoroughly they shattered like glass.

Cape tossed off of her shoulders to the ground there was a growling noise like some great bear expressing a rage so deep it could never be rid of it, and the tall woman charged. The first enforcer found herself grabbed by the throat and tossed into another one sending them across the street and prone on the ground. The last one standing who had been the one to actually hurt the woman had just enough time to get his rifle into position but Sevika was too close and slapped it out of the way with her mechanical arm opening him up before her knee slammed into his stomach driving him back with a hoarse gasp, and then a grunt escaped from him as her leg shot out following up with a round house kick that would have broken ribs if it wasn’t for his body armor.

One enforcer on the ground managed to pull out a pistol and fire it grazing Sevika’s shoulder which would turn out to be a fatal mistake. Turning Sevika simply grabbed a nearby slab of stone which had been propped up for people to tape fliers to with her mechanical arm and tossed it into the air before punching it. The next thing anyone heard was a high pitched scream that sounded of pure agony as the enforcer’s legs were utterly crushed beyond any fixing. That sound of pure growling almost incoherent rage had been coming from Sevika the entire time as she moved around showing anyone watching why she was one of Zaun’s most fearsome combatants. There was a reason Sevika had survived as long as she had, and how she’d kept her place by Silco’s side.

A click could be heard and Sevika’s hand moved to her collection of shimmer vials slotting one into her arm. As it closed there was a spark of shimmer running along her arm and her head went back for a split second as her eyes glowed purple, and suddenly she moved. If the enforcers had been basically helpless before they were in an even worse situation now. A snarl on her face she lunged to the side and forward faster than before which on someone as naturally large and strong as she was in combination with her taloned mechanical arm was terrifying.

“You think you can come down here, and treat us like animals? Fine let me show you what an animal can do. What a monster can do! How a monster protects it’s own!” Voice practically a scream as the sight of those two crying children and the sound of their fear filled weeping stayed in the back of her head mixing with similar sights throughout the years. The talons on her arm went into one enforcers shoulder ripping outwards and leaving their arm hanging by a shred. “You people made this happen!”

A booted foot smashed down on a chest with the impact reverberating upwards as she felt the body armor protecting them. That feeling of protection only enraged her more. In that moment it was reminder of the safety people in Piltover had, the money their greed produced, the resources they had stolen, and their arrogance in thinking they could continue to treat Zaun like it didn’t matter at all. Her foot came down over, and over, and over again steadily collapsing the body armor into the man’s body until the pressure itself made him spit up a collection of blood and fluids as his hands slammed down against the ground and he shook his head pleading for her to either stop or to finish him quickly. One enforcer dying from legs crushed, and arm ripped off. Another unable to do anything as his own body armor shoved agony through his body with every movement and attempt to get a breath that left one. The one who had started the whole thing by hitting the mother in the head.

“I can’t decide if I should kill you all, or just drag you to Singed and let him have a few new research subjects.” Eyes wild with rage and blood dripping from her talons she stalked towards the enforcer. Utterly panicked and unprepared for the events that had just so very quickly escalated to a point he didn’t imagine was even possible he tried to shoot her, but shaking hands and Sevika’s quick movements made it impossible for him to land a shot. Her flesh hand back handed him across the face, and then the punishment started. Her mechanical arm holding him against the wall as her free hand hammered into his face repeatedly almost as though it was also a machine that refused to stop. Nose broken, jaw broken, teeth scattered across the street, cheek shattered, brow battered inwards the man was reduced to a whimpering crying piece of meat as Sevika took out years worth of rage on him. Her fist grew bloody, and eventually she turned throwing him against the stone slab she’d crushed his fellow enforcers legs with.

Stalking towards them with all three dying or helpless there was no mercy at all in her eyes. There would be a few minutes filled with screams, groans, whimpering pleas. Sevika giving no real answer except taunting words of hatred or growling noises as she used her fists and boots and whatever was near by to steadily beat them to death. At the end she stood up, and offered one last comment. “Let’s see how you fucking pigs like the boot down against your throat.” One by one her boot came down on their throats. No quick stomp here, but a slow steady pressure as she met their eyes and the weight of it suffocated them to death.

The coldness of their end brought them no comfort as their panicked bodies trying desperately for air thrashed as much as they could still manage and they bucked upwards and from side to side only causing themselves all the more pain and agony.

By the end it was a scene that might make someone think a brutish ogre had rampaged, and put three humans through more pain than anyone should ever suffer… except… there was a mother.

A mother who had been dragged over to the side of the street, and slightly into an alleyway by her children to try to protect her. Not from Sevika, but from any other enforcers showing up.

Except the enforcers had guns by their sides, and their helmets making them seem not like humans but inhuman things enforcing their will on people they saw as below them.

Except that in that moment for all her rage Sevika had been doing the most natural thing in the world.

Protecting her people.

#Look if you get Sevika or Silco fully enraged there is GOING to be violence lol #postarcane #sevikaanswers #violence cw #blood cw #gore cw #police brutality cw

[agustdwrites]

His head was pounding when he came to. His entire body ached and his energy was drained. As the pain in his head started to settle, his memories of previous events came flooding back. He was being chased, about to be attacked, and then.. His eyes widened as he shot up into a seated position.

His eyes scanned his surroundings, surprised when he saw the furniture, and décor all over the place. This place looked comfortable and very much unlike anywhere else you’d see these days. Where was he? Who brought him here?

When he looked over himself, he noticed he was covered in bandages with a blanket draped over him. When he looked down at his arm, he saw that he was hooked up to an iv. He looked up at the iv bag but he had no idea what was in it. He panicked. As he reached over to rip out the needle he was suddenly stopped by an unfamiliar voice. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

He whipped his head around, watching as someone dressed in all black and a gas mask walked into the room. This was bad news, nobody ever ran into another survivor and lived to tell the tale, atleast, not both of them anyway.

“Relax. If I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead,” They said as they put down their weapons. He backed away as they stepped closer to the iv stand. “It’s just saline, stop fussing or you’ll tear the vein. You ran hard. As impressive as it was, you needed to be rehydrated.” He looked between them and the needle as they bent down to properly remove it from his arm.

“What is this place? Why am I here?” He said as he yanked his arm away as soon as the needle was out. They sighed as they stood back up, hair falling just past their shoulders as they pulled down their hood. They removed the gas mask to reveal their identity, hanging it up next to the door. “Better? I’m not going to hurt you.” A woman?

He studied your face. You were beautiful, and that wasn’t just because you were the first living woman he’d seen in a year, you were truly beautiful. He shook the thought out of his head, remembering that he didn’t know you or what your intentions were. Snap out of it Yoongi, focus.

“What is this place?” He asked as he watched your every move very closely. “This place, is my home, and you’re here because after I saved your ass, you passed out and I couldn’t leave you there bleeding to attract more infected.” He couldn’t understand what was happening or why he was still alive, but he didn’t trust you one bit.

“Who are you?” You sat down on the couch across from him. “I don’t do names.” His brows knitted together, “You don’t do names? What does that even mean?” You sighed as you examined your bow, making him back away again. “Names lead to attachment, and attachment is not something I need in this world.”

“Well what do I call you then?” He asked, still trying to figure you out. You sighed, “Call me whatever you want. It’s bad enough that I know you’re name, Yoongi.” His eyes widened in horror, making you chuckle as you glanced over at him. “I heard your friends shout out your name. It wasn’t hard to miss.”

“I should get back to my friends.” He said as he tried to stand up. You stopped him immediately. “No, you’re staying right here.” His worries were only growing as you refused to let him leave. There was something very suspicious about you. “Why can’t I leave?” You placed your bow down and stood up. “You were out of it all day. It’s nightfall now and much too dangerous to be out there alone.”

“I don’t care what time it is. I don’t know you and I’m getting out of here.” He argued, as he managed to stand himself up. As he took one step, he stumbled forwards, you catching him before he fell. “You can’t even stand up, you’re not going alone.”

He groaned in frustration and pulled away from you. “Then by all means, come with me!” You shook your head as you pushed him down onto the couch. “You’re not from around here, are you?” He glanced up at you, sarcasm lacing his voice, “What gave it away?”

As you bent down to pick up the blanket that he had had over him, you frowned. “If you’re willing to go outside this late, around here, you haven’t seen a Nightcrawler.” Your expression changed to one that he could only assume was fear. “What’s a Nightcrawler?” You gently placed the now folded blanket next to him. “Are you hungry?”

Your avoidance to the question increased his suspicions. “Why won’t you tell me?” You looked away from him, hanging up your jacket and various items. “It’s not something I’m comfortable talking about, okay? All you need to know is that going out after dark by yourself is extremely risky. If you’re by yourself and they see you, you’re not getting away. So, again I ask, are you hungry?”

He nodded in response and watched as you disappeared around the corner. He heard a door open and close before you returned and tossed him an apple. His eyes widened when he caught it, “Where did you get this?” You chuckled as you saw the expression on his face. “If I told you, I’d have to kill you.. but if you follow the rules, maybe I’ll show you.”

You watched as he took a bite from the apple as closed his eyes, savouring the taste of fresh fruit that he had not had in so long. “Eat up and get some rest. I’ll show you the way back to your friends at daylight.”

#bts #army #btsarmy #btsimagine #btsimagines #bangtan #bangtansoyeondan #jin #seokjin #kimseokjin #yoongi #minyoongi #suga #hoseok #junghoseok #hobi #jhope #namjoon #kimnamjoon #rm #jimin #parkjimin #taehyung #kimtaehyung #v #jungkook #jeonjungkook #jk #apocalypse #btsapocalypse

[flintbian]

Ha. You know what? I'm fucking tired of this

#im tired of caring more #and just because my pain is constant and forever doesnt mean it should be ignored and that i dont still feel it and that it's not hell #trust me im tired of it too but like the pandemic nothing is over bc youre tired of it or ignore it #and im tired of being ignored #im tired of me handling my pain and disability with grace being taken for granted #and like everyone forgets how i learned and continuously learn to do that through so many tortures #if i cried and raged every time i was in pain id be doing it 24/7 but i don't have that choice and after ten years me even barely taking #about it gets fucking ignored bc 'it's just the usual' but hey newslash it's still the most painful illness in the world #im still struggling and no one wants to even listen or acknowledge that and #god others cant even have a shred of empathy occasionally they dont even have to live through it #so im tired and frustrated and my therapist says the only way to release my anger and frustration is to talk about it but i dont #really have anyone to talk to...i mean ive tried #so this is going here now #maybe i just want someone to care and it seems im always the one who cares more about others than they do me #always being the one to care more to forgive to be the bigger person to handle it to bare it to reach out to quell anger to put them first #no one ever put me forward enough to even manage and now my entire body and soul have been consumed and ill never get any of it back #if someone had fought for me back then maybe i could've gone into remission #but even back then as a kid that the masses are supposed to care about the innocent victims even then no one did #no one cares about cases like mine we just have to grin and bear it or die #the people who were supposed to be there for me condemned me and nowadays I'm so good at grinning and bearing... #but even when i reach out...so im tired and want to stop trying #yeah others cant fix you and i dont think i could physically rely on someone else enough to do so #but is it too selfish to want a single person to care enough for once? #well whatever #im going to try find the will to live in a book #unfortunately for me all the ones i read recently sucked but aint that just the way with me

[sluttywonwoo]

desperate || c.sc x reader

Summary: the first time seungcheol fucks you raw (sponsored by irresponsible decisions)

Warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

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additional warnings: oral (m receiving), choking, unprotected sex, semi-public sex (bathroom), creampies

“Baby,” Seungcheol groaned against your neck in an attempt to get your attention, but if you’d heard him you were choosing to ignore him as you continued to grind down onto his lap with your head buried in his shoulder. “Baby,” he tried again, “I don’t have a condom.”

He was still desperately rifling through his wallet with one hand and digging through the pockets in his jeans with the other in the hollow hope that maybe he’d find one.

He always carried condoms with him, he had since before you had started dating. How the hell was he missing one now- then it dawned on him. Last month, at that bar back in London when you had been wearing nothing under your tight black skirt and he just had to have you… god damn it, Cheol, he thought to himself. He had used the last one then, when he fucked you in the bathroom that night. But now you were the needy one and he couldn’t even take the edge off for you.

Despite the circumstances at hand, Seungcheol’s body was reacting accordingly to your actions. His cock was straining against his jeans and he was almost positive you could feel his erection against your thigh. And if your moans were any indication, he was right.

He sighed into your shoulder, and used his hands to still your hips. Your bottom lip jutted out in a pout momentarily before you began pressing languid kisses to his neck, sucking hickeys right underneath his jaw.

“Y/n, I-I don’t have a condom,” Seungcheol stuttered out again and pushed on your shoulders to make sure you heard him this time.

“I don’t care,” you whined, slumping forward onto your boyfriend in defeat. “I want you so bad.”

“I know, darling,” he said in a hushed whisper, trying to ignore the way your hips were still rocking instinctively on top of his.

If you were at home it wouldn’t be such a big deal. Seungcheol could just pop out to the shops and be back within the hour with enough condoms to go as many rounds as you wanted. But you were all the way in Monaco at the F1 Grand Prix- it wasn’t like you could just come and go as you pleased, once your ticket was scanned at the beginning of the day you were stuck there because the no re-entry policy was strictly enforced at all exits. You’d learned that the hard way on the first day.

When asked later, your friends would claim not to know where you and Seungcheol had run off to. But everyone knew. You were a bit infamous for bathroom quickies, hence that night at the bar last month, and you had been before Cheol was in the picture. Bars, restaurants, movie theaters, clubs, and department stores were all fair game to you. Today was no different. Seungcheol was sitting on the counter with his back pressed against the mirror in one of the racetrack’s tiny, one-person facilities and you were straddling his lap.

Everything had been going routinely when Seungcheol broke the news and you felt your heart (or rather, your pussy) shatter into a million pieces. He just looked so goddamn good in that pink shirt with his hair slicked back like that… fuck. And the way he’d been acting this weekend, so casually confident with his friends and the racers, it brought out something primal in you.

“You want my fingers?” Seungcheol offered, holding up the middle and ring fingers on his left hand.

You shook your head. “Just want you.”

He chuckled lightly and brushed your hair out of your eyes. You knew you were being a brat, but you were too desperate to care.

“I know, but I already told you-”

“I don’t care that you don’t have a condom,” you sighed. “Just go without.”

Seungcheol blinked at you in surprise. “Wha- are you sure?”

In all the time that you had been dating, you and Seungcheol had never had sex without protection. It wasn’t that you were opposed to the idea, you were on the pill, but you had always been overly cautious and you and Seungcheol had never really… talked about it before.

“Y/n?” You had fallen silent.

“Hm?”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

You could only nod at first before you could verbalize.

“I need to hear you say it,” he murmured, voice an octave lower than it had been a second ago.

“I’m sure,” you managed, “please, Cheol.”

He smirked, biting his lip. “Of course, baby.”

You pushed yourself off of him and watched as he unfastened his belt. Your mouth watered as he pulled at the button and zipper on his jeans and you thought for a brief moment about how pathetic you were.

But as soon as Seuncheol had freed himself from his pants you found yourself not caring anymore. The humiliation burning in your cheeks melted back into want and you felt the temperature in your whole body rise a degree or two.

Seungcheol pushed his jeans down to where they sat bunched around his thighs and looked at you expectantly.

“Ready, angel?” he asked, dark eyes giving you a onceover.

It wasn’t often that you were the one fully clothed and Seungcheol was the one exposed to you, but on the rare occasion it did happen you liked to take advantage of it.

“Wait, can I?” Your gaze fell to his lap and he cursed.

“Always.”

You smiled and licked your lips as you bent over to take him into your mouth. Seungcheol wasn’t the biggest you’d ever had, but his cock was still able to hit the back of your throat, which you loved. You suppressed your gag reflex as best you could while you sucked him off, feeling the arousal simmering in your stomach multiply tenfold just because of how full your mouth was. He brought a fist to his lips and bit down on his hand to stifle his moans, tangling his other hand in your hair.

He twirled your hair around his fingers into a makeshift ponytail and tugged gently. You moaned around his cock and took him even deeper so that the tip of your nose was pressed against his pelvis.

“God, y/n,” Seungcheol groaned, bucking his hips upwards into your mouth. “Sorry,” he grunted.

“S’okay,” you said with a smile, still somehow managing to keep your pace.

“So desperate for my cock, you’d take it any way you can get it, huh?”

You whined in response and nodded your head. You heard him laugh, then choke when you pulled off of him. He scowled at you as you licked a stripe from the base of his cock, along the vein, to the head, before taking him fully in your mouth again, making him throw his head back in pleasure.

“Stop, stop, I’m close,” he warned and pulled you off his cock by your hair.

If you weren’t so intent on having him inside you you would’ve finished him off there. He looked so hot like that- jaw clenched with restraint, stomach taught and firm, even under his shirt. And the way he looked down at you while you sucked his dick, fuck.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and leaned in to kiss your boyfriend on the lips. He met you halfway and pressed his lips to yours, smiling into the kiss. The taste of champagne lingered on his lips.

“C’mon, baby,” Seungcheol grunted and motioned for you to climb on top of him.

You did just that and hiked your skirt higher up on your thighs, pushing your panties to the side so that he could have easy access to you.

You reached for him and used your knees to brace yourself on the counter before he held out a hand to stop you.

“Wait,” he said breathlessly, “let me taste you first.”

You watched as reached a hand under your skirt and used two of his fingers to collect your arousal before bringing them to his lips and sucking it off. When he was satisfied with his work he offered the same two fingers to you.

“Open,” he instructed.

You sucked his fingers into your mouth as he’d asked and moaned around them, which might have been a little over the top, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. Seungcheol retracted his fingers after a couple seconds and kissed you again, cupping your face with both of his hands. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, groaning when you whimpered. You could taste yourselves on each other’s lips, but as you continued to make out they became indiscernible, a mix of both of you. All you knew was that you couldn’t get enough.

Seungcheol struggled to pop the first few buttons on your shirt, but eventually got the hang of it, and unbuttoned the rest with ease, exposing your chest to the cold air.

“Fuck, I’ll never get tired of your tits,” he whispered, mostly to himself.

You rolled your eyes and pushed his shoulder lightly. “Cheol, stop teasing me,” you begged.

Your entire body ached. You were clenching around nothing at this point and it was torture. You needed something inside of you right that minute and if Seungcheol wouldn’t give it to you your own fingers would have to suffice.

“I’m not teasing you,” he insisted earnestly.

“Then fuck me already!”

He smirked for what felt like the millionth time and raised an eyebrow.

“You’re going to have to keep your voice down if you don’t want us to get caught, darling. Do you think you can do that?”

You nodded fervently, knowing it was a boldfaced lie. Seungcheol knew it too- you had literally just been yelling at him to fuck you seconds earlier, but you were already this far and he’d made you wait so long already.

“C’mere,” he said lowly and put a hand on the small of your back to pull you closer. “Spit,” he commanded and held out his hand for you. You spat into his palm and watched as he used his hand to pump his cock a couple of times, ensuring that it was lubricated enough for you to take comfortably.

He then lined himself up with you and held back a groan as you sank down onto his cock. You sighed in relief at the feeling and wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself. You stayed there like that for a minute or so, not moving, just enjoying how full you felt.

Seungchel always felt good inside of you, but like this… without discomfort of the condom, without the resistance of the rubber or the texture of the latex, without anything in between you… it was indescribable. You could feel every vein, every curve of Cheol’s cock. You could feel his pulse in your pussy and the sensation was enough to make you forget how to speak.

“G-god,” you gasped.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Seungcheol muttered through clenched teeth.

“Feels so good,” you mumbled.

Seungcheol managed a smile and brushed your hair out of your face. His smile faltered when you began to ride him without warning and he choked out your name along with a string of profanities.

You rocked your hips forward to meet Cheol’s over and over again, moaning quietly every time the head of his cock brushed your g-spot. It wasn’t long before Seungcheol was doing most of the work, slamming into you like his life depended on it. It was actually impressive, how hard he was fucking you in the position he was in. He was sitting upright with all of your weight on top of him and was still railing you like it was nothing.

“Is this what you wanted?” Seungcheol asked, voice low and gravelly. “For me to fuck you like a slut?” You could only nod. “Answer me,” he demanded. “Are you such a desperate fucking cockslut that you couldn’t wait a few more hours like a good girl?”

“Yes!” you cried.

Seungcheol brought a hand to your throat and wrapped his fingers around it, rubbing his thumb along your pulsepoint. He squeezed lightly, smiling darkly when your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” he asked, knowing you were close.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“Do you think you can be quiet?”

“Yes. Please, Cheol-”

“Please what?”

“Please can I cum? I-I need to cum, fuck!”

You fell over the edge before your boyfriend could respond, not even allowing him the chance to get a word in before your entire body was overcome by waves of pleasure. Your vision went white as you rode out your orgasm and Seungcheol held onto you tightly the whole time, whispering praises in your ear as you came down even though you knew you were in for it later.

Your thighs were still trembling when the aftershocks had finally subsided and you gave Seungcheol a sheepish smile.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, baby,” he assured you. “I made you wait long enough.”

“You were teasing me! I knew it!”

He kissed you chastely on the lips and winked. “Couldn’t resist. You’re so fucking hot when you’re desperate.”

“Fuck you.”

“You already did.”

“And if I remember correctly, you haven’t come yet. I could always leave you hanging-”

“No! No, I’m sorry,” he apologized hastily.

You laughed and pushed his curls out of his face as you began to ride him again, ignoring your own arousal still burning in your stomach. Seungcheol cursed, letting you know that he was right there on the edge.

“Where do you want me to cum? Your mouth? Your chest?” You didn’t answer and leaned down to kiss his neck instead. “Baby, I can’t,” he rasped, “I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

“I want you to,” you whispered.

“What?”

“I want you to cum inside me, Cheol. Want you to fill me up-” your pleas were cut off with a moan as Seungcheol came and you felt him tense underneath you as spurt after spurt of cum filled your cunt. If you thought you had felt full before-

You threw your head back at the feeling and helped your boyfriend ride out his high. It wasn’t enough to make you cum a second time, but the way his cock throbbed inside of you, the way he clenched his jaw and bit his lip as he came… it certainly… sparked something within you.

Seungcheol was out of breath by the time he could open his eyes again and when he did he smiled at you from underneath messy hair and hooded eyelids, completely blissed out. He pulled out of you slowly, watching his cum drip out of you and onto the counter.

He turned around and snatched a few paper towels from the dispenser on the opposite wall and handed half the stack to you while he used the other half to wipe down the counter.

“What a gentleman,” you said sarcastically as you used the towels to clean yourself off. You knew when you stood up there would likely be more dripping down your legs, and that was if you could stand, but you would have to cross that bridge when you got to it.

“And they say romance is dead,” he quipped back cheekily, holding his hand out for your half of the used paper towels.

“Can’t imagine why.”

You watched from the counter as he threw them away and washed his hands. He pulled a couple more paper towels from the dispenser and wet them in the sink before making his way back over to you and just tossing them between your open legs.

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