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aneliwriter · 6 months

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Warnings/ NSFW, dark smut. Dark chapter. Oral sex, orgasm denial, popping cherry, taking turns, explicit language.

Halloween one shot/ ransom, ari, Steve, Lloyd and andy.

Your palms grew sweaty as you swallowed a soft gulp. You retake a double look to ensure your eyes are not deceiving you. In which this case, they are not. You are the only one at the pumpkin patch. There were no other cars but yours in the parking lot, which confused you.

You thought there would be a party of some sort since you received an invitation.

Y/N L/N,

CONGRATULATIONS, you have been selected for an invitation to join a special event that only happens once a year.

October 31st, Halloween. Time- 5 before sunset.

We take formality and punctuality quite seriously, so please don't be late or I'm afraid, there might be consequences.

Oh and don't forget to wear your scariest costume! There will be a contest and the first winner will win a special prize.

Hell Raisers Five.

You double-check the date and time on your phone.

10-31-2023

Time 5:58 P.M

Sunset.

You look over your shoulder, The sun has set. But what happens now?

There's no one here, so certainly it is not a party. Could it be a prank? A lot of people do pranks on Halloween but you don't have any friends unless books and fictional characters count. In that case, you have a whole army.

You begin to think about who would invite you here. It takes a moment till your mind goes to the football quarterback jock from your high school.

Ransom Drysdale.

He is awful to you, and always picks and makes fun of you. If it's not slamming your books down to the floor, it's keeping you locked in, in the girl's locker room naked after taking your clothes.

He and his group of heathens own your high school or they like to think so. They are nothing but trouble and you only hoped that this phase Ransom has with you is only that, a phase till he gets bored with you and moves on to torment the next girl.

If it wasn't for the crow cawing, you would have remained in place with your thoughts. Startling, your eyes lift to the crow who flies over to a sign. You squint your eyes and read, "Trick or Treating Corn Maze"

Perhaps the party is in the corn maze?

You look over your shoulder at your car. It's getting dark, and you contemplate leaving but if you do, there might be consequences, according to the anonymous invitation. But if you stay and go through the corn maze, it could be worse.

You have no idea what or whose intention they have with you.

It could be dangerous...

Or it could be a treat...

Well, you're about to find out. You take a step, inhaling a deep breath. You're already dressed and here, might as well find out.

You walk over cautiously, passing the sign, the crow staring at you, tilting its head to the side, cawing. You weren't afraid, although maybe you should be.

Freddy and Jason might be in there waiting for you.

You notice a flashlight hanging off a corn branch, you take it as a sign that the flashlight is for you. You grab it, turn it on, you continue to walk.

In Horror movies, the girl would say "Hello" and "Anyone there?"

But you knew fucking better. You remain silent and wait for the boogeyman to pop out and eat ya. You get to the first corner, and you stop to a halt as you see a figure standing, with a scarecrow mask on his face.

This is the part where you widen your eyes and gulp. Okay, maybe you are scared. He lifts his head from the floor and stares at you through his mask. You remain frozen, Your hand holding the flashlight up to him, shakes uncontrollably.

He strides over to you, he keeps getting bigger and bigger as you keep getting smaller and smaller.

You're dead.

You're positive as Ion television, this masked scarecrow is going to murder you, There's no way he's going to give you a treat... Right?

Your breath hitches as he towers menacingly over you making you feel ten times smaller than before.

"W-who are you?" You stutter through clatter teeth.

He tilts his head to the side and back, you can feel his eyes checking you out from head to toe. "Scarecrow." His dark tone sends shivers down your spine.

"I-i mean your real name." You sigh.

"Scarecrow." He repeats, crossing his arms.

You let out another sigh, as he is not going to tell you and you don't recognize him through his mask. As of right now, you only know him as...

Scarecrow.

"Till how long will you be scarecrow?" You ask. He somehow takes another step closer to you. Closing whatever inches of distance there was any left.

"Till the course is complete." He says cryptically.

You were about to ask what he meant but he foresaw your question and shook his head before your lips parted.

He looks down at your costume and you can imagine a smirk crawling on his face. "I thought witches were supposed to look ugly." There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

"They're not ugly. That's just how movies and shows portray them." You say.

He hums in response.

"Well, Witchy let's begin, Trick or treat?" His tone changed back to dark.

You gulp loudly, nervous about what to answer. "T-treat?" You say in question.

He chuckles. "Good choice." He unzips his pants and pulls them down, dropping them to his shoes along with his briefs.

You gasp as he's sprung free.

You were expecting candy or at least a fucking sticker but not a hard length leaking with precum.

He muses a light chuckle. "Don't be so scared Witchy, you did say treat, so come and get it."

This is the part where you turn around and RUN. But you don't and not just because he could easily catch up to you but because a part of you didn't want to.

You want your treat.

Your legs tremble as you slowly kneel down before him. You stare at his hard throbbing erection and you feel a pool of wetness dripping down.

You glance at him through your eyelashes. "Um, I never-

You couldn't complete your sentence as he grabbed you by the back of your head, you gasped and he took the opportunity to shove himself inside your mouth. He grunts in satisfaction, throwing his head back as he jerks his hips forward.

A single tear rolls down your face as you take all of him at once. You try not to panic and find a way to breathe through your nose as he fucks your mouth into oblivion. "Use your tongue, drag it up and down, wrap your lips tighter." He groans.

You do what he says, wrapping your lips around tighter, and you drag your tongue. "Let me see those pretty little eyes." He says in a sultry tone.

You lift your eyes up and stare at him as your mouth is still working. "Tonight, you're our little slut, got it?" He strokes your cheek, feeling his bulge.

Our?

You weren't sure what he meant and the euphoria is blocking your mind at the moment, so you simply give him a nod in response.

It takes four more thrusts and he explodes inside your mouth. "Swallow every drop." He grunts out, pumping any excess cum on the tip of your tongue.

You drink without spilling a drop.

"That's a good little witch." He smirks. You gather yourself and stand up. Panting, he zips up his pants. "You're not done just yet. Go ahead and continue your path." He handed you the flashlight.

"Will I see you again?" You ask naively. His lips tugged a grin. "If you finish the maze you will."

"So be a good witch, okay?" He caressed your cheek. "Okay." You say. You give him a final glance over your shoulder and you continue your path.

You lit up your way to the next corner and sure enough, there's another figure standing in the corner, patiently waiting.

Another large frame wearing a skeleton mask. "Hiya, sweet cheeks." You knew that voice but it couldn't be. Could it?

"Trick or treat?" He mocks.

If it was him, you weren't sure if you wanted a treat from him.

From Ransom.

So you picked option two.

"Trick." You swallowed softly.

"You sure?" He teases.

"Yes."

In the blink of an eye, he marched right over to you and pushed you so rough that it knocked you right on your ass.

That confirmed, that indeed the skeleton-masked man is Ransom. You grunt as you thump on the ground, you look up scowling as he laughs.

"What was that for?" He crouched over and instantly, he pulled up your dress. "For your trick." He pulled down your panties.

You suck in a breath but you don't move nor tell him to stop. He lifts his mask just enough to expose his mouth.

He dives right in and starts to lick your wet cunt that's been throbbing since Scarecrow. You let out a soft moan and he goes deeper.

"R-ransom." You moan his name.

He slapped your cunt hard, making you flinch both in pleasure and pain. "Skeleton." He murmurs against your skin, sending vibrations.

"Alright then, Skeleton."

You smile hazily, The cloud you're on goes up higher and higher. "Ske- I-i'm going to-

The cloud disappears and you fall right down.

"Hey." You whine in protest, frowning as he adjusts his mask back on.

Trick.

"Don't pout, sweet cheeks. You'll get your treat in the end."

Pulling your panties back up, you stand, taking the flashlight from him with a frown on your face.

"Lose that pout." He now said in a stern voice.

"Make me." You frown deeper.

He was about to pounce on you but he refrained himself from doing so. "You're going to regret that at the end of the maze." He huffs.

You flash the flashlight right at his face. "You don't scare me, Ransom." You said before you walked away, frowning.

You walked cautiously as you heard a twig snap. You approach the next corner, finding a third figure smashing the shit out of a pumpkin.

Your gasp made him stop and turn to look at you.

Pumpkin masked-man.

You can feel a darker aura with this one, he was more scarier than the previous two. "Hi there." He curtsy.

"Hi." You whisper.

"Trick or treat Pumpkin?"

"Um..."

"T-treat."

"On your knees then."

After he gave you your treat, which was the same treat that Scarecrow gave you. He gave you a wink, muttering "See you at the finish line, Pumpkin."

"It's about time." An irritated voice startled you as you got to the next corner.

"I- uh- you stammered.

His mask gave you chills, a red devil mask.

"Looks like Pumpkin Man got greedy and gave you his treat twice." He crossed his arms.

He did and you didn't mind at all. You devoured his greed.

"Turn around and bend over, because of his greed, you're getting a trick."

You drop your mouth open. "What why?" You protested.

"That's fifteen." He spun you around and bent you over. "Thirty for not doing what I ordered."

Before you could even think, a hard smack bounced right on your ass cheek. You yelp, jerking forward.

"That's one."

Twenty-nine hard slaps later,

You rub your butt as you walk to the last corner, even though it was a trick, it sure did feel like a treat the way he kissed you afterward, the kiss was so soft like he was making up for it and you immediately forgave him.

Who knew the devil could kiss you like an Angel?

You look up to someone clapping their hands. "Congratulations, you made it."

The last masked man, the phantom of the opera.

"Is it over? Did I win?"

"You sure did Sweetheart." He steps closer. "And the winner gets a special prize. You ready?" He strokes your cheek. You look into his eyes feeling flutters in your stomach as he stares back into yours.

"Yes." You whisper.

As soon as the word leaves your mouth, four figures pop out of the shadows.

Scarecrow

Skeleton

Pumpkin

Red Devil

They all stand around you in a circle. "Boys, it's time to treat our girl, right," Phantom informs them.

They all nod. The first one to approach you is phantom. He picks you up and lays you on top of a flat stone and for a moment you think you were about to be sacrificed. But he starts to strip his clothes off instead.

You stare at him with googly eyes, staring up and down at his god-figure-like body. You didn't even notice you were biting your lip hard till a tiny spill of blood slid down.

Those biceps and his hard abs were a treat alone. You were aching to be smothered by him in a hug.

"Your dress... off now." He commanded.

You practically ripped it off your body. There were several growls growling at you, you looked at them confused about why but when Scarecrow pointed down to your chest you looked.

No bra.

You gulp loudly when Phantom towered over you, pinning your arms above your head as he snarled at you. "Why aren't you wearing a fucking bra."

"B-because- I-i t-the d-dress- it- um

You didn't make sense speaking gibberish.

He gripped your chin and you're forced to look into his dark eyes. "Don't let it happen again."

"Okay." You nodded slowly.

He leaned and kissed you softly as his hands wandered down and he began to massage your breasts. A soft moan escaped your lips and vibrated against his mouth. If it wasn't for the shift movement, you wouldn't have been reminded that there were four other guys around you, watching the two of you tensely.

"You're going to give yourself to me. I'm going to take your virginity and we're all going to have our way with you. You have been chosen." He murmurs as he trails his kisses down to your lower abdomen.

"Chosen?" You murmured back.

"Yes, you have been chosen. Tonight you will be honored, among other things." He smirked.

"How did you know I'm a virgin?"

You hear Ransom chuckling in a low tone.

Of course

He starts to stroke himself and you start to panic as he's rather big. "That is going inside me?" You gulped, eyes widened.

He smirks. "Every inch."

"Is it going to hurt?" You whisper as he lines himself to your entrance. "Yes." He doesn't lie.

He saw the panic in your eyes. "Red Devil come here." He ordered.

He steps inside the circle. "Kiss her, have her distracted till I'm all the way in."

Red Devil lifts his mask to his nose, dips his head, and crashes his lips against yours. You moan softly as he deepens the kiss, he holds your hand in place.

Phantom begins to enter his tip and automatically whimpers against the Red Devil. "She's squirming too much, keep her in place." Phantom let out a groan.

Scarecrow and Pumpkin approach, each one on each side holding your body down. Skeleton grips your hands down as Red Devil keeps kissing you.

Phantom's groans become louder as he goes further in and you begin to shed tears. "Just do it, already. The anticipation is killing her." Scarecrow huffed.

"Fuck you, you would take your time with her too. She's fucking tight." He grunts.

"Focus on me, baby." Red devil whispers. "M-kay-

"Aaah!" You let out a scream for two reasons. Phantom slammed himself all the way in breaking your hymen and two, Red Devil bit down on your lip.

He jerks his head forward and stays still. "Everyone back the fuck up, now." He still has his head hung down. Scarecrow and Pumpkin release their hold on you and Red Devil backs away. Skeleton also known as Ransom reluctantly also backed away. "I get dibs next, I was the one who coronated her." Said Ransom.

"Whatever." Phantom lifts his head up and flips him off. He starts to thrust, groaning as he empowers each thrust. You feel your heat welcoming him, loving how good he feels rubbing against your walls.

You moan uncontrollably, as your eyes roll to the back of your head. "Fuck." He curses, grabbing your legs, and throwing them over his shoulders as he picks up the pace.

"How does she feel?" One of them grunted out but you couldn't tell who it was, as you were too busy seeing white lines.

"Fucking perfect." He pants.

"Fuck I'm not going to last! She's fucking clamping down on me." He squints his eyes closed as you scream in ecstasy. He paints your insides white as he cums in you.

"My turn." Ransom grunts out. "Would you at least wait till my dick is out of her, you fucking horn dog." He retorts.

"Remember Skeleton, we wear a condom with her. The only one who gets to feel her bare is Phantom." Scarecrow tells him as if he was a child.

"I don't know why, I was the one who told you guys about her. Why does Phantom get to be the only one to fuck her raw."

Phantoms slid out of you making you flinch slightly. "Because I'm the leader, fucker." He spats.

"What do you two think?" Ransom ignores Phantom and speaks to Pumpkin and Red Devil instead. "If her cunt feels just as good as her pretty little mouth then yea I wouldn't mind feeling her bare." Pumpkin muses.

Red Devil scoffs. "Well, then we have our answer because you were a greedy fucker and kept her longer than your original time."

As you can tell he was still upset about the double treat...

"Would you guys shut the fuck up, Skeleton fuck her already if not I'm taking your turn." Scarecrow groans.

"I think the fuck not." He snarls. Ransom picks you up like a rag doll and has you in a doggy-style position. Ransom slaps your ass hard and groans. "Remember when I said you were going to regret it, I'm going to hate fuck you so good that you'll fall in love with me." He whispered in your ear.

You hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper ripping. He puts it on. "Ransom don't, not in my-

Before you could finish he smacks your ass again making you jump forward. "Skeleton, fuck her pussy, we'll save that hole for another day." Phantom orders.

He scoffs. "I can have my way with her, I don't need to listen to you."

"I marked her first, my cum is filled inside her. You will do what the fuck I say. You could choke her, do other shit but you won't fuck her ass tonight, she's not ready." He grits out.

Ransom growls behind you. "Fine." He spits out.

In the same position, he enters inside, immediately reminding you of the pain that comes in the beginning. He yanks your hair back and forces you to stare at Phantom who swallows hard watching Ransom fucking you hard.

It shouldn't turn you on but it does. You can see Phantom getting hard again and that does something to your core.

"Look what you're doing to him Y/N, what you're doing to all of them." He taunts in your ear. You glance at Pumpkin, the red devil and scarecrow who's burning holes at you and Ransom.

Pumpkin and Scarecrow are palming themselves against their jeans as Red Devil's gaze is right on you. You can feel his eyes making love to you. You moan watching all of them stare at you.

"I knew you were a slut, not once did I buy your innocent act." He chuckled darkly.

Ransom fucks you harder and you feel him twitching inside you. He wraps his hand around your throat and squeezes hard, you gasp, throwing your head back, your eyes rolling to the back of your head again. "Well look at that, you're no longer pouting, sweet cheeks."

"R-ransom i-i'm cu-

"Give it to me, slut." The degradation was enough to trigger your orgasm and you cum as he spills inside the condom.

You find yourself screaming as he bites hard on your shoulder. "I guess we both marked her." He taunts Phantom who snarls.

"I'm marking her next, come here baby." Pumpkin was already secured with a condom when he snatched you from Ransom.

He leans you against the stone, wrapping your legs around his waist and he doesn't waste any time, he starts to fuck you. "Fuck you do feel good, so fucking tight." He groans.

You no longer feel any mascara on your lashes, it's smudged all over your face thanks to them three. But it's not over yet, you still have Red Devil and Scarecrow.

He tugs and plays with your breasts as they bounce up and down as you rock your hips forward meeting his pace. "Mhmm, you are a little slut, you like getting fuck by five guys?" He pinches your nipple.

"Y-yes!" You cry out, feeling another orgasm rising.

"You are going to be so much fun, go ahead baby, cream me." He coos.

You scream once again, digging your nails on his back and you cum for the third time. He grunts in victory, spilling inside the condom.

He pulls out and Red Devil steps into the frame. "He's a greedy little fucker, isn't he?" He tells you.

You wrap your arms around him, snuggling close as you're starting to feel sleepy and sore. "You can be greedy too... I don't mind." You whisper groggily.

He prepares himself. "I think I'll take up on your offer sweetheart." He caressed your cheek. He kisses you tenderly. "Hang on." He soothes.

You whimper again feeling him stretching you out, they all have been but it feels so good. You hang on to him as he goes into stealth mode, you can tell he has a dark side but he can also be soft, at least with you anyway.

You bury your head into the crook of his neck, not being able to do anything about it you just take the pounding he's giving you till you both cum.

"Greed's hell of a drug." He whispers, kissing you once more. "I'll kick Greed's ass if he doesn't move." Scarecrow deadpans behind him.

He kisses your forehead. "She's all yours." He stepped to the side.

Scarecrow closes the distance between the two of you. "I told you, you'll be seeing me again." He parts your lips with his thumb. "I-i don't know if I can handle another orgasm." You swallow.

"I believe in you."

You slowly nod. "If you pass out I'll stop." He assures. "Okay." You nod again.

You don't feel achy anymore when he enters you, you're getting used to the stretch. You inhale a deep breath as you wrap your arms around his large body, all certified lean muscle.

He hitch a breath, feeling how wet and slick you are down there. "God damm." He pants.

"I have to say, I'm glad we finally listened to Skeleton." He mumbles. "Fuck you asshole." Ransom glares at him.

"Scarecrow, she's getting close, make our girl feel good." Phanton palms his hard erection.

"With pleasure." He teases.

He plunges in and out of you, making you cry and whimper. "Oh my god." Your lips quiver.

"No gods here, Witchy. Just devils." He says in a sultry tone. You bite your lip, hot and not bothered by his comment.

You want him, you want all of them.

You need all of them.

The five hellraisers.

Our bodies condense, the sounds our bodies make echoing throughout the corn maze. "I- S-scarecrow, don't stop, even if I pass out." You say in the heat of the moment.

He groans, picking up his pace. "You can handle it, keep your eyes on me." He coaches you.

Your mouth opens wide, your eyes bulging out of their sockets. "I-

"Eyes on me, Y/n. Keep your eyes on me. Stay with me baby girl, we're almost there."

"I-I can't-

You cry, shaking your head.

"Yes, you can, look at me, focus on me." You look into his eyes through his mask. You breathe heavily as you focus on his eyes and somehow you manage to orgasm without passing out. He catches you as your body convulses uncontrollably.

He rubs your back as he holds you. "I told you, you could do it." He says in a playful tone.

"N-no more." You say tirelessly.

"Course has been completed. Congratulations Y/N, your initiation is finished." Phantom speaks.

"Initiation?" You say hazily.

"You just became the five hellraiser's girl. You belong to us now."

"Who's us exactly?" You say.

He takes off his mask revealing his face, Pumpkin follows then Red Devil, Skeleton who was a dead giveaway, and lastly Scarecrow.

You look at each one of them, now recognizing them from school.

Ransom's friends or should you say, brotherhood of some sort.

Ari Levinson- Phantom

Steve Rogers- Red Devil

Lloyd Hansen- Pumpkin

Andy Barber- Scarecrow

Ransom Drysdale- Skeleton

Ari approaches you first, caressing your cheek. He opens the palm of his hand revealing something. "We each will give you a ring, if you accept them you will always wear them. You are not to take them off, this is how everyone in school will know you belong to the hell raisers. So what do you say Y/N?"

"Put it on me." You don't hesitate. He chuckles as he slides the ring down your ring finger. It's a white colored ring just like his mask.

He kisses you before taking a step to the side. Steve comes up next and you stick his hand out to him. He slides a red-colored ring on your middle finger, kissing your hand when he's done. Lloyd shoots you a wink as he puts his orange-colored ring on your index finger. Andy brings your thumb to his mouth kissing it softly as he slides his off yellow-colored ring on your thumb.

Last, Ransom comes up to you with a smirk. "May I sweet cheeks?"

You stare at him for a moment. "I suppose." You say cautiously. He slides his black and white colored ring on your pinky.

"Welcome to the club sweet cheeks." He smiles. You hook your pink with him and you two pinky promise each other.

"So what happens next?" You ask.

He chuckles, looking over to Ari, who smirks.

"Reign."

You had no idea what he meant but as long it also means you get food and cuddles, you're down for it.

Let's reign hell, hellraisers.

THE END.

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cheshire-silent-cat · 10 months

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Calling all fictional writers,

This is a cry for help 😭😭

We love and appreciate you but can you guys please start writing stories about jun Guevara who is also a top tier attractive character with a lot of personality. It might be a challenge but please let’s save this man from the underrated jail cell he has been sentenced to

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https-gossipgirl · 2 years

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New story in Wattpad

Read me whit misshotmails

Fanartist. (Wari_sssk)

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viktheviking1 · 5 months

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Trying to understand all these fanfiction websites, but they're all so confusing!

I know my stuff gets the most readership on Ao3, but trying to compare it to other websites, when there is no direct translation of statistics.

I think likes on Quotev are similar to bookmarks on AO3, but then what would Quotev's readers be? Kudos? Because it's not the same as hits and followers

On Wattpad, people can star individual chapters, and choose to add it to their libraries, but some who add it to their libraries never look at it again, and some will not add it to their libraries, but continuously read it.

Fanfiction.net is just a complete and utter mystery that I will never understand.

If any of you have any tips please send help

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dont-u-dare-wakemeup · 3 months

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oi. eu escrevo isso aqui. quem tiver curiosidade…

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KISS TAKE — pedido gs

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exilynn · 2 months

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• Obscenidade no Quarto / chuveiro REALÍSTICO (capítulo 29 🔞 Edds x Lyn! Fem OC (Mestre do meu coração, no Wattpad (tigersnoona)

nota: bem, eu me esforcei nesses conteúdos, eles são reconfortantes.

(!desculpe pelo barulho, bom... passei umas duas noites editando) Estava tentando tirar o barulho, e acabei tirando a voz inteira.

Editar: Não gosto de usar IA para clonar minha voz em cenas quentes porque faltam as emoções que quero que o leitor veja/sinta. Então, editei novamente usando minha própria voz, e agora está fofo e selvagem também.

Mas estou com vergonha de ter feito um ASMR quase obsceno haha, eu juro👀. Talvez eu pudesse ter talento para cinema, só brincando

🖤Por favor, não me peça o áudio sem a voz da menina, estou aqui para divulgar minha estória, ok?

A edição não ficou tão boa, mas... adorei!

Mas eu adoro a música de fundo, no livro, Edds tem um headcanon a ver com sua mãe apresentando o Depeche Mode. Ele ambém gostou do fato de a banda ser uma das favoritas de Lyn o tempo todo.

A música 'Here Is The House' é do álbum Black Celebration (Deluxe) lançado em 86, estou tão apaixonada por eles

Pois bem, a faixa tem um dos melhores instrumentais do álbum. Nos minutos finais da música, efeitos de eco e outras vozes são usados cantando e cantarolando junto. A música é uma melodia erótica, Louvor

Espero que gostem, se gostarem, rebloguem, apertem o coração (♥️) e leiam MEU LIVRO

A faixa está na playlist da minha história também!

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boatsailing · 10 months

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I have this Ticci Toby fan fiction where you're a hermit who lives in the mountains but was forced to socialize with a bunch of crazy's while you yourself try to trick your brain into believing what you're experiencing is normal.

Anyway the point is, we just got to the part where Toby is finally let into your house (and goes a-wall in the kitchen and is probably going into to your room to snoop through your things.

I only have 3 parts left of it- AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I SHOULD MAKE MY NEXT FANFIC ABOUT- USUALLY I GET REQUESTS BUT I DIDN'T THIS TIME AND I'M GOING BANANAS!!

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aneliwriter · 8 months

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Warnings- SMUT! Cussing, Jealousy issues, Possessiveness, Disturb scene, Toxic relationship.. Dark Miguel O'Hara

NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS!!

18+ MATURE READERS PLEASE!!

I jumped on the miguel o'hara train.. So climb aboard!! He is all over my FYP on tik tok so I gave in 😂

Enjoy! :)

Full story on Wattpad- @alexaaneli

Might be some grammar errors (sorry)

I gasp to the new angle and i hold on to him harder not even caring that one of the bed legs just snapped.

I'll just put 2 hardcover books to stable the bed.. like I did to the other 2 bed legs that snapped.

I'm lost in euphoria... Better yet, I'm lost in Miguel O'Hara.

We started our "Situation ship" a month ago, I was walking home one night and this burglar cornered me in the alleyway, I thought i was done for, I was too afraid to fight but before he could even take a step, A large, Tall brown haired man sunk his teeth into his neck and rip his flesh apart.

I felt like i couldn't breathe but i couldn't take my eyes off of him, I was hooked.

I couldn't look away, I saw how he just tore him apart, snapping his neck in half and i didn't run, Hell i didn't even flinch.

I didn't want to run

I couldn't.. My feet wouldn't move.

They didn't want to move

Once he was done, He stared at me with his dark dead eyes as i stared back at him all bloody, something inside of me sparked, it was like he took my breath away.

I didn't know how i could be attracted to such darkness, but I immediately was to him.

I was attracted to him like i get attracted to fictional characters.

A fucking simp

An unhealthy obsession but i didn't care.

I just knew i would be on my knees for him.. Gladly

Any innocence i had, It was fucking gone.

The innocence was gone.

Gone like the wind

He already had me wrapped around his finger, He instantly had me in a chokehold and he didn't even knew my name... Yet.

I was able to thank him quickly before he disappeared into the night.

I couldn't tell if he was a vampire or a spider, somehow he seemed both.

He had a similar suit design to the friendly neighborhood spiderman but he didn't have once ounce of friendly in him.

And he was so much more well built.. Definitely.

Jesus those fucking arms.. His back...

He was Spiderman on steroids with that God like-figure on him.

That ass.. Just absolute perfection

But when i got home, I was about to get a surprise of my life.

As i was getting into my nightgown, I felt eyes lasering at me. I turn around and he was at my window, staring right at me, standing.. waiting to be invited.

He had followed me home.

But it wouldn't have mattered, He had this hungry stern look he was going to come in.. Invitation or not, He was going to step through that window.

And he did, I opened the window, letting this stranger in without a doubt in my mind.

He could have killed me and i wouldn't even had cared.

I wanted to let him in

I wanted him to ruin me and he did.. Over and over and over.

And he has been coming through that window every night since then, same time, no exchange of words, just strictly animal crazed hot sex.

I'm not allowed to ask questions, what he does, or his past.

I was only given his name and that's it, That's all i know of him... just his name and his determination of not making me able to walk for days.

Disabled.. almost.

I close my eyes as my body goes limp, My orgasm hitting me like a high tide, He curses in Spanish but it sounds like music to my ears.

"Que Maravilla." He grunts as he spills inside me. I moan to his words, to his sultry tone, I will never be able to hear those words the same.. ever again.

Translation- Wonderful

I need paddles to bring me back to life as my soul just left my body.

I wrap my arms around his wide broad shoulders but i can't get all around as he quickly gets up and starts to put his suit back on.

His ass is absolute perfection but his...

"See you tomorrow." He deadpans, not giving me another look.

He exits through the unlock window that i haven't locked ever since that night.

"Bye." I say softly but he's already gone.

I take a deep breath as i prepare myself to find the strength to somehow get into the bathtub.

I pull out my "Just got Migueled" aftercare bag. I run the bath to warm temp and i pour lavender Epsom salt.

I wipe my neck that has a hand printed on with a wipe that will help with the bruising. I rub some ointment on there as well and a few he left on my hips and his handprints on my butt.

I dip my toe in to check the temp, I start to get in and i hiss as the water hits my soreness and bruises but it goes away after a second.

I sink back and i let the remedy heal me so i can be ready to get ruined all over again tomorrow.

Cant' wait

NEXT DAY,

I stare at the clock, blinking a few times as if that would magically make him appear.

I glance at the window and back at the clock.

9:45 P.M

I bite my lip, It's been 15 minutes and he hasn't shown up. He's never late, 9:30 on the dot, every night.

Maybe he's not coming?

A part of me falls sad as i might not see him tonight but he is a superhero after all.

He's probably out fighting crime

Or beating the shit out of someone

He looks like a superhero but he feels more like a anti hero.. A nomad.

The ringing of my phone yanks me out of my thoughts.

"Hello." I answer.

"Hey! What are you doing tonight!" My friend slurs.

"I'm busy." I say my usual line.

"Again?" She groans.

"You've been busy a lot lately, Come out to the club! You never hang out with me anymore." She whines.

"I don't know Lilly." I bite my lip as i stare at the clock again reading 9:50 pm.

What if Miguel shows up and I'm not here?

I never leave anywhere at night, I make sure I'm home in time before he shows up

What if he gets mad that i left?

Will he care?

He isn't my Boyfriend but...

But what?

I got nothing

"What club?" I close my eyes as i internally groan, hopefully i won't regret this.

I'll be sad if he showed up and i wasn't here, He's the highlight of my day.

He's not going to show

"Yay!! Okay I'm at Thriller's! Just say my name to the bouncer, He'll let you in."

"Okay, I'll be there in ten." I say quickly before i change my mind.

I pick out a dress and heels, I dab some eyeshadow on and i put some eyeliner on and i paint my lips red. I put my hair into a high ponytail as i was too lazy to curl it.

I grab my phone and keys from my bed, I look up the window seeing no one.

I sigh as i look at the clock 10:15 P.M

Definitely not going to show up

The bouncer steps aside and lets me in, I walk through the stuffy hot sweaty bodies crowd trying to look for Lilly.

I push my way through as i spot her.

"Lilly!" I call out through the loud music that's blasting through the speakers.

"Hey you made it!" She smiles cheek to cheek as she hugs me.

"C'mon let's get some drinks in you!" She pushes me to the bar.

"Just one drink." I say sternly.

3 drinks later,

"I'm glad i came out." I say tipsy as i sway my hips around letting the music guide my hips.

"Me too!" She shouts happily as she dances with me.

I tense up as i feel a pair of hands wrap around my waist, I turn around but my hope deflates as i don't see the person i was hoping for.

"Hi." A stranger greets me.

"Hi." I say politely.

"Wanna dance with me?" He smiles flirtatiously.

"Sure." I shrug my shoulders.

I start to dance with this stranger, I close my eyes and my brain lingers to the man who's in my head 24/7.

I imagine that the hands that are on my waist right now are Miguel's big firm ones and that I'm lean against his large muscular chest.

That his hot breath is the one that's hitting my nape.

I roll my eyes as i feel something vibrate against me but it vibrates again and i realize it's my phone. I pull my phone out of my purse as the stranger keeps dancing behind me.

My heart drops and i try to adjust my eyes making sure they're not deceiving me to the name of the person who just texted me.

I didn't even know he had my number.

Miguel

His hands off you.. Now.

I immediately pull away and the stranger gives me a confused look.

"S-Sorry i have to go." I say.

"Whatever." He shrugs his shoulders and goes to dance with Lilly.

I look up trying to find him but i don't see him but i know he's watching me.

I can feel him

His dead eyes lasering through me

I look down as i get another text,

Miguel

You have 5 minutes to get home, If i beat you there, There will be no remorse.

I look up and i spin around trying to see if i can spot him in the crowd.

I get another text

Miguel

Time starts now.

I start to run, Not even saying bye to Lilly, I just start to run like hell.

I run out to the streets, taking off my heels and i start to sprint.

Hoping i can beat Miguel home

Hoping

That man has a strong stamina.

I look up as i run and i start to panic as i hear the wind rushing above me as something is running above me, on top of the buildings.

Miguel

I widen my eyes as i can hear him, his grunts as he runs. He's running so fast like a Damm predator about to catch his prey and swallow it whole.

I practically beg my feet to move faster, even though i can't beat his speed but i will definitely try to get home fast as i can.

I swing the door open almost falling in of how fast i came in.

I put my hands over my knees trying to catch up with my breathing.

I freeze as i feel the wind rustling in through the window.

Shit

The light is turned off but it doesn't need to be on in order for me to know that the window is wide open.

"Did you know if i bite someone it paralyzes them?" A deep dark voice chills in the dark.

My heart stops as i realized i fucked up.

He turns on the desk lamp and i see him sitting in the chair nonchalantly.

I gulp as i try to figure out what to say.

"Um-

"Do you wanna find out." He deadpans menacingly as he strides over to me.

I gulp with my eyes widened as i walk back till my back hits the wall.

"I-I-w-waited t-then m-my f-friend-

"Oh wow huh huh-" He smiles before punching the wall right next to me.

I gulp again as i shut my trap up.

"You don't dance with anyone and you certainly don't let anyone touch what is MINE." He says sternly as he's inches away from my lips.

His eyes are usually dark but right now somehow they're a shade darker.

"I-I'm s-sorry, I-I wasn't even going to go but i didn't think you were going to come and i haven't seen my friend in a while and i didn't think anything of it"

-I just keep rambling.

He sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose "Can you not talk for a second?" He sasses sarcastically.

I shut up and i nodded.

He grips my jaw, making sure i give him my full and undivided attention.

"Tu eres mia." He rasps slowly.

Translation- You are mine

"Solo mia."

Translation- Only mine

I slowly nod as i look into his eyes, i should be scared, i am but I'm more turned on than anything.. but also scared.

"Say it." He demands.

"Soy tuya." I don't even have to think about it.

Translation- I'm yours

"Asi es." He smirks.

Translation- That's right

My legs are about fold to his devilish smirk

"Now that we cleared that up." He looks into my eyes and somehow he gets even closer to my face.

"On your knees." He soothes.

I instantly drop to my knees.

I look up to Miguel having a satisfying smile on his face.

He pulls his suit down and his hard length sprung free.

"Well what are you waiting for? You know what to do." He smirks.

I nod and i wrap my hand around him and i start to stroke him, I open up wide and i take his tip swirling my tongue around it, I take all of him in as i hollowed out my cheeks making him grunt in pleasure.

He wraps my ponytail around his hand as he pushes me further in.

"Fuck, Just like that." He throws his head back as he groans.

I bob my head up and down on his long shaft, My mascara running as i shed tears.

I wander my hand down to my sex as i need to relieve some tension.. It's killing me.

"Don't you even fucking dare." He deadpans as he still has head thrown back.

I whimper in protest and that makes him smile in pleasure.

"Stay still, I'm going to fuck your mouth." He says lustfully.

I stay still and he thrusts into my mouth and i take the beating that's happening.

Till my jaw locks

He moans as he grips the back of my head.

"Fuck." He rolls his eyes as he thrusts sloppy.

"Get ready Baby, I'm going to give you every single drop." He smiles.

I'm ready Daddy

"Fuck fuck fuck!" He shudders as he paints my throat white.

He taps any excess on my tongue, i lick up all the excess.

He doesn't give me any time to think, he picks me up an a swift movement.

I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

He devours my lips, he catches my lips and he tugs it and playfully bites it. I part my lips and he sticks his tongue in and i close my lips in.

"Open." He says darkly.

I open my mouth and he spits into my mouth.

My arousal grows and grows.

"Dejeme ver." He whispers.

Translation- Let me see

I open again showing him i swallowed.

"Good girl." He smirks.

"Get ready." He smirks again.

"For what-

But i yelp before i can finish as he lifts me up higher and my legs dangle over his wide broad strong shoulders, my back leaned against the wall.

He smirks thankfully that my dress is short, giving him easy access to my wet soaking lips but that smile quickly turns to a frown and he growls "Why the fuck aren't you wearing any panties!"

"Um-

I try to talk but i gasp instead as he just dives right in, He angrily inserts his tongue inside as he starts to suck the life outta me.

"Oh my god." I moan as i throw my head back, grunting as i hit my head on the wall but i don't care.

He's a speed demon with that wicked tongue of his.

"Oh Miguel!" I scream tugging his hair as he goes deeper.

He mumbles something in spanish but it just feels vibrations.

"Yes yes yes!" I moan pathetically.

"Please, please don't stop." I beg.

"You like my tongue Baby?" He cook as he licks me.

"Y-Yes." I roll my eyes.

He grins as he flashes his white pearl fangs.

"Cum." He gives me the green light.

He holds my hips still as i start to shake as i cum all over him.

He laps all my juices, drinking all of me in.

He lies me on my back, He takes my dress off over my head.

He eyes me up and down lustfully and slightly frowning at me to the lack of no bra.

"Pose just like that because in a minute I'm going to have you screaming my name bloody murder." He smirks.

He lands his lips on mine, he starts to trail down to my jaw, my neck, shoulder blade until he ends on my breasts.

He swirls his tongue around my nipple as he tugs the other one with his hand. He takes my boob into his mouth, I moan as he starts to suck on it, He looks up to me as he takes turns sucking each boob.

He comes back up and he licks the side of my neck.

"My offer still stands.. Do you wanna find out?" He whispers.

"Do you want me to sink my teeth into your beautiful skin, numb your legs so i can fuck you as long as i want." He taunts.

"I-I don't want to be paralyzed." I whisper embarrassedly.

He chuckles as he shakes his head "Don't worry Baby, I have an antidote."

"What do you say Hermosa?" He caresses my cheek.

Translation- Beautiful

"Okay." I breathe out.

He smirks, He spread my legs and he enters in 2 strokes making the 2 of us moan.

I roll my eyes as i throw my head back.

He thrusts hard and fast just like he usually does.

Just how we like it

He wraps his hand around my throat as he pounds into me.

All you can hear is skin flapping and our moans filling up the air.

"M-Miguel!" I bite my lip down hard, so hard that i probably drew blood.

I think i did because Miguel sucks my lips and wipes the blood with his tongue.

"D-Don't stop.. S-So g-good." I murmur.

He smirks sinisterly, He lowers his head down to my neck, he kisses it softly and then he does it...

He sinks his teeth in, biting my neck as i gasp and cum at the same time.

My pupils dilate as i rode out this euphoric sensual feeling till i can't feel my legs anymore.

Till i can't feel anything anymore.

Miguel roars as he's sent to the deep end and picks up the pace and just keeps thrusting.

He doesn't stop thrusting.

I stare into his eyes as he pound and pound into me, i can't feel anything because of his bite but at the same time i do feel all of him.

I know his sensation, how he feels by heart.

Another hour or 2 so passes by and he's still thrusting until surprisingly his stamina starts to give out.

He pants as he closes his eyes shut and he spills inside me as he growls.

He collapses softly on top of me.

And the not so itsy bitsy spider falls down

"Que maravilla." He says breathless.

I wiggle my toes as i start to get my feeling back after Miguel injected me with the antidote.

He finishes putting his suit back on, He walks towards the window but he stops, clearing his throat but not turning all the way around.

I look up to him.

"I'll be gone for 3 days." He deadpans.

"O-Oh okay." I say softly.

I wish i can ask him why and where but it's not part of our agreement.

"Um be careful i suppose." I fidget nervously.

He just nods and proceeds to go out through the window.

"I might be gone for 3 days but that doesn't mean i won't be watching you." He now acknowledges me.

"I won't go out." I whisper as i nod.

"I hope not... For your sake." He taunts and i gulp.

He leaves with giving me one final smirk.

I get up to do my usual night time after care routine, I turn around to glance at the window.

"Please come back to me." I say to no one but just me in my apartment.

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Harry concept #5

Pedido feito por @m-is-for-monkeys

Masterlist

Você sabia exatamente como queria que sua noite acabasse assim que o viu naquela roupa. A blusa de bolinha que pareceu incrivelmente sexy desta vez, com aquele macacão, aquele maldito macacão jeans de zíper que ia em direção ao seu paraíso pessoal. Suas bochechas estavam coradas ao observá-lo enquanto tantos pensamentos sujos vagavam sua mente.

"Pela secada que estou levando certamente eu estou bem." Ele estava sorrindo com suas covinhas amostra.

"Sexy para um caralho."

"Eu sei." Ele piscou convencido.

Então no minuto seguinte ele foi chamado para o palco, você se direcionou na área privada para membros da equipe sentindo seu coração acelerado quando ele entrou e era como se o mundo parasse, fãs gritando, algumas chorando, tudo por ele.

Harry amava ser venerado.

E você não conseguia tirar os olhos dele.

Ele tinha um sorriso enorme no rosto, sua pele brilhando sob às luzes, ele estava fantástico. Você podia ver como seu pau parecia mais marcado a cada música que tocava, você se perguntava se era uma reação de felicidade ou ele estava com tesão devido às garotas na multidão o desejando. Sinceramente você só queria que esse show acabasse, porque seu corpo estava em chamas só de olhar para ele. Você jurou a si mesma que seria a maior fã de Harry esta noite, se for isso que ele desejasse.

No momento em que a porta do camarim de Harry foi fechada após o show, você já estava em cima dele, suas mãos em seu cabelo, a mão dele segurando sua perna que subia por sua cintura.

"O que aconteceu?" Ele riu de ladinho tomando um pouco o fôlego.

"Eu não posso ter tesão pelo meu namorado?"

"Sim, mas hoje está diferente, mais selvagem."

"Você é tão gostoso que me deixa assim, ainda mais em cima daquele palco sendo tão provocador." Você começou a sentir sua protuberância dura pressionando entre suas pernas.

Esse homem tem um fraco por elogios.

Mas provocação era seu segundo nome.

Sem aviso, ele parou o beijo, caminhando lentamente em direção ao sofá, onde ele se sentou, soltando um suspiro profundo, esparramando-se para relaxar.

"Harry?" Perguntou frustada.

"O que foi?" Ele sorriu de lado. "Só estou relaxando um pouco."

Você ficou parada o observando por alguns segundos incrédula, mas decidiu que iria mostrar que estava confiante no que desejava. Em passos largos chegou até ele caindo de joelhos, suas mãos subindo por suas coxas vestidas.

"O que você está fazendo?" Ele questionou com um sorriso sapeca, como se não soubesse o que estava prestes a acontecer.

"Nada que você não goste." Deu uma piscadinha.

Você puxou o zíper dele para baixo, removendo lentamente às camadas de roupas que a separam de seu pau. Os batimentos cardíacos dele aceleraram quando seus dedos passaram pelo seu peito, abdômen, sua mão macia desceu até que pudesse segurá-lo, a sensação de seu pau pesado descansando na palma da sua mão nunca seria algo para se acostumar.

"Mmmm! ” Ele suspirou trêmulo.

Você estava ficando mais molhada só por ter o pênis perfeito dele bem na frente de seu rosto. Você lambeu desde suas bolas até a base de seu pau antes de colocá-lo na boca, seu olhar permanecia fixo nos dele, depois, beijos gentis e molhados iam da base do pênis até sua glande, antes de se inclinar um pouco para trás, fazendo-o olhar enquanto você deixava um fio grosso de cuspe cair de sua boca e pousar em sua ponta.

"Continue assim e isso vai acabar mais cedo do que eu gostaria." A voz rouca dele lhe causava arrepios.

"Oh bebê você não aguenta comigo?" O provocou aí para vê-lo revirar os olhos.

Você sorriu mordendo o lábio antes de voltar a dar à atenção que seu pau merecia, girando sua língua em sua glande, o rosto dele se contorcia de prazer, seus quadris empurrando para cima para ter mais de sua boca. As mãos dele agarram seu cabelo, seu aperto firme, mas não forçando você a engasgar, decendo sua boca mais um pouco você deixou a ponta tocar a parte de trás de sua garganta, depois voltou até o topo novamente, repetindo isso cada vez com mais rapidez em um ritmo ansioso obtendo exatamente a reação que esperava, aquele sorriso de olhos fechados enquanto apertava seu cabelo com mais força.

“Isso é bom?" Perguntou inocentemente dando varios beijos por todo seu pau.

"Tão bom, pequena você é a melhor."

Você sorriu para si mesma orgulhosa.

A pele dele estava molhada de suor, seu cabelo estava uma bagunça, o rosto estava corado, ele era ainda mais bonito daquele ângulo.

No momento em que Harry sente sua mão macia massageando suas bolas enquanto sua língua lambia as veias de seu pau, ele quase goza, as chamas de prazer, espalhando um calor delicioso por seu corpo. Ele não resistiu ao empurrar mais fundo em sua garganta deixando-a sem fôlego e quase tonta e você adorou cada segundo disso.

Harry sentiu sua liberação se aproximando, o êxtase vindo rapidamente, instintivamente seus quadris começaram a empurrar para cima, os músculos da coxa dele tremem, as pernas se abrindo ainda mais em uma tentativa de entrar mais fundo em sua boca quente e úmida. A sala estava cheia com os sons dos gemidos intermináveis de Harry que certamente a fazia ter uma poça em sua calcinha.

"Vou gozar pequena, eu vou encher essa boquinha linda."

Não deu tempo para se preparar quando o líquido quente desceu por sua garganta enquanto ele soltava um gemido profundo.

Você havia terminado sua noite exatamente como planejou... de joelhos para Harry Styles.

E certamente nunca se cansaria disto.

Obrigado por ler ate aqui, feedbacks são sempre bem vindos ♥️

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contaminatedlamb · 11 months

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Paint ペイント -[tmnt2012] Leonardo x Fem!Reader

summary: To your limited knowledge, something is going on in the midst of New York City. From the Bronx, all the way down to Brooklyn, creatures are emerging from the woodworks to ease their claws into the lives of every inhabitant. From a sous chef who dreams of refining her artistic skills, an androgynous woman with a dark past and a violent soul, to a once lively mutant teenager who's grief has morphed him into a shell of his former self. Together, with the help of their friends, family members, and wary allies— the truth will be revealed. No matter what the cost. Who knew that it would all start with a bit of paint?

notes: posting my first ever fanfiction on tumblr! I hope you enjoy, this is a passion project of mine that I have been working on since 2019. Show some love if you can, and let me know what you think of it! This book is also cross posted on Ao3 and Wattpad. Currently being rewritten as we speak.

warnings: gore and blood.

(Accidentally added a poll and can’t remove it from my draft so here we are lol)

Chapter One - Nothing to see here, folks! Everything is Fine.

You woke up that morning dreading to take out the trash.

It was Friday, that dreaded day of the week. While many celebrated it as the last day before the relief of a weekend, it happened to be only miserable for you. It was the busiest day in Murakami's Japanese restaurant, with all the drunk college men stumbling into the little hole in the wall to harass the three employees, and its blind owner/head chef. They made a mess, per usual, figuring out how to break down the token driven vending machine, demolish the bathrooms, leave their tables in chaotic disarray; all while somehow leaving drunker than before... If that was even possible. You were convinced that it had to do with those 'water bottles' they carried, which you were sure were just filled to the brim with vodka. There were times, when you were busy moping up a spilt drink, dizzy from their boisterous noise and the fumes, that you hoped they choked on their 'water'.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the only reason that you dreaded going to work. Every Friday was also the day where the garbage had reached unfathomable levels of toxicity and needed to be tossed into the dumpster for the workers to take it away the next morning. How was it that the small portion of the human race that came to the restaurant seemed to make the biggest, most disgusting mess possible? New York. Disgusting down to its very own garbage.

Black trash bags would pile up by the pounds against the back door, so much so that it may have become a safety concern and an entire health violation if you thought about it for too long. You were certain that some sort of mutant would sprout from the bags and squeak a pleasant hello~ towards your horrified face. And yet, that wouldn't even be the strangest thing you had seen happen during your almost two years living in Manhattan. You wished you were joking when you told the story about how you had once seen a grown man with a glorious beard dressed as a nun take on a costumed Elmo, who looked as if he discovered cocaine with those tech bros that cluttered the streets of the city. Only in Times Square at eleven at night did something like that happen— and it hadn't even been Halloween! The absurdity of it all meant that you couldn't help but begrudgingly be amused by the chaotic energy of New York City.

Now though, as you stood slouched over, your lower back pressed against the beige wall lined with awards and old pictures of simpler times, you glared with a burning ferocity at the trash bags. The trash bags which always seemed to come up with new scents and would send you to the bathroom to heave up the few crackers you had eaten for dinner. Those black plastic trash voids which oozed and dripped with weird discolored sludge that made the bags stick to the ground when you dragged them through the back door, leaving behind horrible slime trails in their path. Only once before in your life had you accomplished a feat of strength, and that was when you had jumped up from your chair to do one 'pull up' in P.E. at seven years old. You had been extremely proud of that loophole, and it was one of your most cherished memories, depressingly enough. That made this attempt of physical strength all the more difficult, in the end.

At this moment, glaring at the trash as if it had insulted your entire family, you were finally snapped out of the inner roasting that you had directed to the garbage— by being unceremoniously slapped in the face with a pair of neon latex gloves. You sighed loudly, closing your eyes to collect yourself before you, to put it in modern terms, cut a hoe. You bent over and snatched up the pair of yellow gloves with more rage than expected. Straightening, you met the grin of your friend, none other than Sukiyaki Ashika; the source of your constant suffering.

The young adult of Japanese and Pakistani descent leaned in the doorway which led to the kitchen, dark arms crossed over her flat chest, that same cheeky grin that she used against those teenage delivery boys plastered across her Asian based features. It was a weapon, paired with her psychedelic slanted red brown eyes, the sort you saw on vampire men in those terrible low budget movies. These weren't any different. They were real, and they were lovely. It felt at times that she would hypnotize you with her stare, so powerful were they. There were times where you couldn't hold her gaze, having to lose the staring contest by dropping your gaze to the ground.

"Make sure you put on them gloves, by the way." The teenager reminded you, tossing her Wolf cut bangs to the side, the back of her straight black hair cropped short. The bangs were wispy, perfect, flowing in the wind as if she were in a shampoo commercial. It was comical, and you wanted to stab it.

"Yeah— I remember what happened when you didn't wear them that one time." You snorted with a lopsided smile as you slid them both on, the latex snapping loudly against your skin as you raised your eyebrows. "How's your hands by the way?" You questioned, a grin growing across your face.

Yaki made a noise of annoyance as she looked over at the hallway between the kitchen and the main restaurant area, sniffing in distaste. "Its not my fault that the stuff in there stained my hands yellow." She grumbled, looking down at her hands with their splotches of light neon yellow blemished along her pecan brown palms.

"It's literally toxic." You noted, as you wrapped your hands around the tied knots of the black garbage bags, inhaling deeply as you attempted to lift them up. All that was obtained from that movement was a sore back and almost dislocating your wrists. You let out a groan through your clenched teeth, your shoulders shakily sagging.

Sukiyaki guffawed loudly, a grin growing on her lips as she curled a finger around a strand of her coarse hair to play with it. "Awe, babaaa." Cooed the woman, tilting her head to press against the doorway.

"Don't 'awe baba' me." You huffed back like the annoyed teenager you were, glaring at the bags filled with garbage that resembled you, kicking at the receptacle. "You're enjoying this." You huffed, dropping the bags, placing your gloved hands on your hips as you shot the bags another dirty look.

Yaki gave a half shrug coupled with her signature smile as she continued to watch in amusement at the train wreck starting before her. "Put 'cha back into it!" She called as you began to slowly roll each large trash bag across the linoleum floor and through the backdoor. You managed to shoot her a scowl over your shoulder as you began your process of piling all the bags outside the door. Finishing up, you pulled back one of the bags holding the backdoor open, allowing the heavy wooden door to fall shut against its doorway.

You listened for a moment as Yaki faintly sang All Star to herself through the closed door, as you began the long process of figuring out how exactly you were going to drag each humongous bag into the six feet tall dumpster bin. Your arms already shook with the effort, your tendons stretched out against your skin, as you tried your best not to fall over. You would've loved Sukiyaki to help you, or take over even, but you knew it was your turn. If you ended up asking, you knew what would follow. The teasing, the pokes in your sides, ruffling up your hair before she would finally submit and get the job done. Effortlessly tossing in the bags as if she were playing basketball, not a bead of sweat to be found, her hair perfect as always. It was annoying how perfect she was, and this time, you decided that you would put the garbage in its place without submitting yourself to the mortifying experience of asking Suki to help. At least you could try to hold onto a silver of dignity left in your body.

After loud fits of swearing, prayers to God, squealing as the bulging bag teetered back from the edge of the metal container and almost crushed you (if you hadn't ran off before it crashed to the floor) and, embarrassingly enough, a bit of frustrated tears being shed, you managed to shove a bag into the dumpster. Placing each on the edge and shoving them all inside with a loud grunt, you found yourself finding a rhythm. It did little to cheer you up as you felt the muscles in your arms beginning to complain. You were definitely going to blackmail Yaki into buying you some ice cream after your shift was finished— after all, it was the most your roommate could do to soften your pain.

"This is supposed to be your job." You grumbled to no one in particular, feeling the bead of sweat tickle the side of your temple as it slid. You dragged the last trash bag towards the dumpster bin, loudly (and explicitly) directing your frustration towards an imaginary Yaki. Fuming, cursing, you planned in your head, allowing your mouth to run wild. You could mess up her perfectly styled hair (though she would attack your hair then too, and it looked bad enough as it did after a long hot day of work), you could hide her earbuds in her locker (but then she would talk your ear off in the subway home), or, you could smack her with your broom. The broom smacking seemed the easiest, the most surprising, and frankly, the funnie—

Something squeaked back in response.

Your head swiveled around, your fingers gripping the trash bag as it teetered on the edge of the dumpster (dangerously so, as you dug your heels into the ground), your eyes wide, shoulders aching and nostrils flaring. The rats in New York City were as large as an alley cat, and you were not prepared to catch the bubonic plague from one of those buggers. You were pretty sure you had been vaccinated against rabies as a child, but a quick trip to the hospital to confirm that was not something you looked forward to. Either way, the thought of a rat sinking its dagger like teeth into your ankle did not sound fun.

Your eyes scanned the dark narrow alleyway, listening closely to hundreds of flashing cars zooming by on nearby streets, their horns blaring in the distance. Your pupils dilated and adjusted to the shadows cast by the towering buildings surrounding the alleyway, making sense of the shapes along the walls. Garbage bins, loose trash, scattered needles, rotting garbage bags from the business in the next building, cardboard boxes. Nothing. Nothing suspicious at all. Your knuckles turned a shade paler as you held onto the trash bag for dear life, turning towards the giant receptacle, finally releasing as it hit against the bottom of the bin with a loud thud.

Another squeak echoed in the alley as you brought your hands abruptly to your chest, ("protecting your innocent little heart now, baba?" You heard sukiyaki's voice tease you in your mind), your eyes falling towards a pile of trash bags against the opposite wall. Your heart thudded angrily against your chest. It felt as if it wanted to crawl up your throat and escape, running. You wanted to run, but your feet were glued to the asphalt. You cautiously reached for the rickety broom that was propped against the wall, right next to the garbage bin. Isidore must've been here recently, brushing the loose vegetables out into the street to be run over or stolen by the rats. Your fingers curled around the cool blue plastic, your sweaty palms squelching against the material. You were ready to slap any demon rat that came anywhere near you.

You gripped the plastic broom tightly with both hands, watching closely as one of the trash bags began to vibrate. Yes, vibrate; as if it were a ringing phone laid against a glass tabletop. You gulped, shuddering violently, as you began to take delicate steps toward towards the bag.

I'd rather it be a mutant than a freaking rat,— you hoped in your mind. At least mutants didn't try to bite... Right?

A gasp ripped from your mouth as a circular white face popped out with a rat-like squeak from a chewed up hole through the material of the plastic trash bag. There was the sound that you had been hearing all along. It belonged to a 2-D face with two white skinny stick arms stabbing into the bag as it wiggled out its beanpole of a body from the hole inside the trash bag. A drawn stick figure, about the size of your hand. It looked like it had been cut out of paper by a child, the edges showing pencil marks where the shape had been carefully drawn. It leapt out of the bag to perch itself onto the black bulging trash bag, sticking its face forward. Staring. Staring at you.

You didn't realize your mouth was hanging open until a fly smacked against your upper lip and ricocheted away. You spluttered, wiping the back of your hand across your mouth as you took a step backwards. Big mistake. The abrupt noise and sudden movement startled the stick figure. It arched its back, on all four nubby sticks (like a cat, you thought numbly in amusement), hissing at you even though it had no visible mouth. The noise that it emitted was enough to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight.

You stared at it. This was... unreal. A stick figure, (or a cut out figure?) coming to life, hissing at you like an angry pigeon. Did pigeons even hiss? You couldn't recall, you were just frozen. In utter shock.

...Were you high? Okay, yeah, sure, it was probably those delivery boys, their fault at is, smoking weed freely whenever they dropped off their shipments of vegetables, frozen fish and meat, including the occasional ice cream. At least you hoped; it would certainly make more sense than the stickie in front of you. Obviously, you had inhaled some second-hand-devils-lettuce smoke and now you were high as a kite, imagining a two year old's drawing cut out of a stick figure aggressively arching its back in and out at you as if it were performing some sort of mating dance.

The stick figure hissed once more and you finally noticed a hole appearing on his face, (because of course you assumed it was a male), and tiny paper like sharpened teeth baring at you.

Yeah, no.

You swiftly swung the head of the broom, bristles and all, at the sentient stick figure, slapping the surprisingly light thing in the torso and sending it flying. A loud squeal escaped its empty mouth as it sailed across the alley wall (you stared, mesmerized, wondering how paper could hold such weight), and tumbled onto the sidewalk. It scrambled to its feet, sickly yellow light from the street lamps throwing shadows against its flat white skin. It stared. And stared. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it hissed once more at you and scurried off. The sound of its flat feet scratching lightly against the ground quickly faded away.

You stood there, sucking and exhaling rapid breaths. You stared at the place where, just moments before, a living drawing had stood.

After a few minutes, you had successfully convinced yourself that none of it had been real, or had even occurred. It was the toxic fumes from the garbage bags, mingling with remnants of the evil weed as your mother called it. It had come together to corrupt your brain and had made you hallucinate for a few minutes— that was all. It was something psychological that you were sure could be explained through a quick google search. You really had to make sure you wore a gas mask next time you took out the trash. That was a joke, but it barely amused you. Maybe it would make Sukiyaki laugh, if she didn't start cackling at your story of weed, poisonous fumes, and stick figures coming out to attack you.

You spent a few spare moments gingerly poking the hole riddled trash bag with the end of your broom, (letting out a gasp when something inside it fell over, causing you to jump), before shaking off that nagging feeling scratching the back of your mind. Everything was a-okay, perfect, absolutely fine... everything was fine.

You cleared your throat, turning swiftly on the soles of your stained beat up, formerly white sneakers, twirling the broom lazily in your free hand. Around and around, you twirled, as if you were trying to mimic the actions of a Jedi. Your heart had calmed down from the mini heart attack it just had, as you wiped your free shaking sweaty palm on your stained light blue jeans. You walked back towards the backdoor, a trembling hum resonating in your throat, dragging your shoes against the dirty concrete floor of the alleyway. Everything was just fine.

You felt the ground tremble before you heard it. The sound of feet hitting the ground behind you, slapping against the ground clumsily, a small grunt following it. Softly, albeit messily, but gently enough that you wouldn't had even noticed. If it hadn't been for the hand that grabbed your shoulder.

A shrill shriek escaped your lips as you swung around the broom (really, this had become second nature after what you had just gone through) spinning around to beat the person who had grabbed you. Grabbed you! This was New York City after all, it was late, and hadn't there been reports of mutants, gangs, and weird looking alien robots in this area as well? You were not the type of person to willingly go if you were kidnapped or, god forbid, harassed. If it came to it, the good Lord had given you two dirty hands for wielding whatever was available. Which happened to be a cheap, held-together-by-prayers-and-duct-tape-broom. Put together, you were the shining representative of all pathetic, weak, easily scared girls worldwide.

Unfortunately, before your weapon of choice could loudly thwack against the face of your adversary, the broom was gripped tightly in a shaking bandaged three fingered hand.

You were face to face with a creature.

You were both breathing heavily in sync. This thing, this animal, was injured and heaving in rhythm with you. How rude!

In the dim yellow light emitted from the streets that dragged into the alleyway, he was red— no, he was green, covered in red. You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to hide the fact that you were beginning to hyperventilate at the pure shock of this mes— wait; was that a panic attack you felt coming on? You hadn't had one in weeks!

He was taller than you, that much you could tell as you stared into his eyes. You were caught in his piercing gaze, your eyes only being able to flicker around before being dragged back into this stare. He appeared to be brawny in his physique, though you on the contrary seemed as breakable as a twig. A huge gash ran across his green face as you, for the first time, noticed a blue mask around his neck that was soaked with... blood. Torn up bandages swayed limply from his elbows, shoulders and hands, with a few knee pads barely holding on. His left shoulder leaked blood through a large open gash that didn't seem to relent with its flow. His right eye was reddened and beginning to swell shut, the other a piercing blue that seemed wrong belonging to a thing like him. Your eyes trailed to his back, oh hello there shell, where large multi colored gashes peeked at her, contrasting against the brown. The streaks seemed as if they were made out of… paint.

Your attention was pulled away as remembered the broom you were gripping with both of your hands, his three fingered hand holding the other side, his own grip in between your hands. You let go, stumbling backwards, your arms outstretched into a t-pose as you stared wide eyed in silence. Whattt was happening? What was this? Why was this? Why? Why?!

A noise that sounded like a pigeon choking on a piece of hot dog meat escaped your parted lips as you pointed at his face. The thing. The turtle. The mutant. With eyes you had only seen before in cliché anime gif's that you would usually spam to your former nanny to confuse her.

He stood there, looking embarrassed and uncomfortable, mimicking the exact expressions that you were experiencing too. He clutched the broom in one hand, his arm falling limply to the side. His grip on the pole was tight, so tight that his knuckles turned white. His hand began to shake. His grip loosened. The broom clattered to the ground. The shaking in his hands didn't stop there. It only spread, up his arms, down to his knees; his entire body seemed to be having a shaking fit. You realized, late as it was, that it was probably the buckets of blood covering him, (hey-o! blood loss!).

You took a small step forward.

"Um..." You cleared your throat, embarrassingly loud as it echoed throughout the alley, trying to draw his attention. He was staring straight ahead, his gaze empty and in some far off place other then the present. "My, my guy." You said, unsure of yourself as you scrunched up your nose at the stupid words spilling out of your mouth. You held out one hand tentatively, eyebrows knitted in concern as you licked your very dry, very salty lips. "Are you... good?"

The mutant hesitantly shrugged, his one working eye squinting and shining in the sickly yellow light. "No." His hoarse voice squeezed out, barely a whisper as it echoed along the dense towering concrete walls of the alleyway. With that one word, he collapsed in on himself, like a soda can being crushed between two hands.

You stared at the pile of blue, green, brown, beige, yellow, purple, and red before you and inhaled deeply. You gazed upon your familiar surroundings, calm as ever, and clasped your gloved hands together. "God..." You declared quite loudly, as if you were confessing to the Lord himself. "I'm high." And with those cheerful words, still trying to convince yourself that this was all a hallucination you turned on the heels of your white sneakers, opened the door, and walked inside. Humming a loud tune, the door shut closed behind you, ringing throughout the alley, out into the empty street.

A squeak rang out from a familiar hole riddled trash bag.

Everything was fine.

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