#i will get to it eventually but i just have to get a firmer grip on characterisation before i can delve further into it yk

[kaladinkholins]

We all already know Mizu and Akemi are narrative foils. But you know what? Lemme just say it, here's what I think:

Taigen and Mikio are foils.

Not necessarily to each other as individuals in the way that Mizu and Akemi juxtapose each other, but mostly in the contrast between their relationships with Mizu.

I've covered specific parallels between Taigen and Mikio in other posts I wrote; but as the number of parallels I'm noticing between them keeps piling up, I'm compelled to just compile them all in one post. So! This is, thus, the post in question.

First of all, let's look at their similarities.

1. Their status in society is the same. They are both samurai who lost their honour and have dreams of reclaiming it.

2. They are also both diligent as they strive to achieve this goal, they both care deeply about their work, but here as they begin to contrast, as the work in question and way they go about their goals is different:

For Mikio, his work is in taming and rearing horses; in order to prove himself, he must tame Kai—a willful and strong horse—and present it to his lord. For Taigen, his work is in sword fighting and martial arts; in order to prove himself, he must kill Mizu—a willful and strong swordsman—and present her dead body to his lord.

In the parallel above, not only are Taigen and Mikio contrasting each other, but Mizu and Kai are placed in comparison as well. And of course, Kai is Mizu's horse, and represents her. Which is why, when later, Mikio sells Kai off, it represents the way he is tossing Mizu (and their relationship) aside.

From there, the rest of the details of their character begin to contrast and juxtapose each other more clearly. So let's look at those differences, shall we?

Their backstory:

Mikio was a great samurai who was banished. A somebody to a nobody. Taigen was a fisherman’s son who rose to the top. A nobody to a somebody.

2. The first time we meet them on-screen:

Mikio is an adult. An older man. Mizu's superior in age. He is Mizu's to-be husband. A love interest. Taigen is a child. A young boy. Mizu's peer in age. He is Mizu's bully. An antagonist.

3. Their maturity and growth:

Mikio is mature, but stuck in his ways. Taigen is immature, but capable of changing and learning.

4. Their overall attitude:

Mikio is generally relaxed, easy-going and unfussy. Taigen is uptight, irritable and severe.

5. How they talk to and conduct themselves around Mizu:

Mikio is aloof, soft-spoken, and serious. Taigen is obnoxious, brash, and sarcastic. Mikio is quiet, speaking only when spoken to, even when Mizu turns to smile at him and shows openness to be near him. Taigen is loud, talking while others are silent, even when Mizu turns from him and shows no interest in conversing with him.

Mikio doesn't show much of who he is to Mizu throughout their marriage, despite their growing affection. Taigen openly shares his traumas and life story to Mizu during their brief alliance, despite their mutual antagonism.

6. Their external vs internal selves:

Mikio is calm, gentle, and considerate on the outside. Taigen is hot-headed, rude, and selfish on the outside. Mikio is cowardly and deceitful on the inside. Taigen is brave and loyal to a fault on the inside. Mikio tells Mizu that he wants to know and see all of her. But he scorns and betrays her, the woman he loves. Taigen tells Mizu that he wants to duel and kill him. But he endures torture to not betray him, the man he hates.

9. Their hair, a symbol of their honour:

Mikio's topknot is untied by Mizu during their spar. This humiliation occurs in private, the two of them alone in a rural location where no one can see them. Taigen's topknot is cut off by Mizu during their duel. This humiliation occurs in public, the two of them being watched by many others in the Shindo Dojo.

10. Their power dynamic with Mizu:

Mikio believes he is Mizu's mentor. He teaches her to throw knives, how to ride and care for horses, and about the tactical benefits of using a naginata. Taigen believes he is Mizu's equal. He views Mizu as a samurai like himself who received all the same teachings he did, and who possesses the same values.

11. Their perceptions of Mizu:

Mikio sees Mizu's feminine side first. He sees her as sweet and gentle, but also clumsy and incompetent. Taigen sees Mizu's masculine side first. He sees her as terrifying and deadly, but also strong and skilled.

12. The way they approach sparring with Mizu:

Mikio only spars with Mizu once. As the fight progresses and she is beating him, he tries to put a stop to it. When she teases/provokes him, he starts taking the fight personally and seriously, finding no enjoyment in it. Taigen spars and brawls with Mizu all the time. No matter how many times Mizu beats him, he doesn't back down. When Mizu challenges him with a chopstick, he is eager to compete with her and gladly rises up to the challenge.

Mikio and Mizu's one and only spar is a friendly match; Mizu is smiling and having fun while he grows increasingly frustrated. Taigen and Mizu's last-seen spar is a playful wrestling match; both him and Mizu are having fun and laughing.

Mikio cannot deal with Mizu being better than him, so he scorns her and walks off, avoiding her thereafter. When Taigen cannot deal with Mizu being better than him, he follows her to observe her moves and continues training in hopes to eventually beat her. After being bested by Mizu once, Mikio leaves her and sells the horse he'd previously gifted to her. After many times losing to Mizu and fighting alongside her, Taigen commends her and admits she is better than him.

13. When Mizu pins them down in a friendly spar:

Mikio sees Mizu's whole face objectively. Taigen stares at Mizu's mouth and eyes.

Mikio gets angry when she kisses him, throwing her off of him and snapping at her, calling her a monster. Taigen gets aroused, apologising, so she pulls herself off of him.

14. Mizu's blue meteorite sword is a reflection of her soul. She believes most are undeserving to face it, let alone hold it. And on that note:

Mikio is the first person (chronologically) that Mizu fights against using her sword. Taigen is the first person (we see on-screen) that Mizu fights against with her sword. Mikio is the first person (chronologically) to ever hold her sword, as she passes it to him, letting him wield it. Taigen is the first person (we see on-screen) to ever hold her sword, as she passes out, and he picks it up and carries it for her.

15. Then, last but not least, in Fowler's fortress, when she is drugged and in pain, she hears Ringo's voice in the dungeon. She then follows it to an open cell:

Mizu first sees Mikio as a hallucination, the sight of him haunting her and causing her to lose her grip on reality. Her eyes glow a surreal blue to represent this. Her Mama appears then and says Mizu's name accusingly.

Mizu then sees Taigen, but he is real, the sight of him a relief and grounding her back to reality. Her eyes return to their normal blue colour to represent this. Taigen looks at Mizu weakly and says her name softly.

Then, later, when facing Fowler, her revenge awaiting her, she instead chooses to follow her conscience (represented by Ringo's voice in her mind), putting aside her vengeance for a time, in order to save Taigen.

So that's basically all the ones I've noticed so far, but even then, I feel there's already so much that forms a contrast between these two.

What makes it especially incredible about these juxtapositions is that Mikio was Mizu's husband, the man she had fallen in love with, the one person she had ever been intimate with, the man who made her begin to accept herself, to put down her desire for vengeance and instead live a life of peace and happiness.

So for Taigen to have so many parallels with him... Do you see what I'm saying here!

Not to mention that Mizu clearly already has some burgeoning attraction to him, as indicated by how she thinks of him when asked about her desires. And Taigen clearly has shown interest as well (see: him getting a boner after their spar, him holding her hand and telling her, "We're not done yet.").

And on the topic of speculating future possibilities of this relationship, this post by @stromblessed has pointed out yet another parallel between Taigen and Mikio:

Mizu promises Taigen to meet him for their duel in autumn. Mizu fell in love with Mikio and duelled him during autumn.

With all that said, I do believe Mizu and Taigen's relationship is definitely hurtling towards something. But whether they will actually end up together in a sustainable relationship and have a happily ever after? Well, that is a whole other story; we'll just have to wait and see.

#blue eye samurai #mizu x taigen #taigen x mizu #taimizu #taigen blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai meta #hope yall enjoy my thesis on virgin mikio vs chad taigen #this was written last night when i shouldve been writing the new chapter for my taimizu fic that i promised i would work on....whoopsies... #i will get to it eventually but i just have to get a firmer grip on characterisation before i can delve further into it yk #on that note. i kiiinda regret posting the fic on a whim! #my last longfic was written better because i had the whole thing complete and could go back and edit/polish/revise before posting #so it came out much more coherent and consistent ykwim? #this fic might suffer a bit for this reason 🤒 #but its fine i have to remind myself im just doing it for funsies #anyway here have another long ass meta post from yours truly #meta dissertations.pdf #shut up haydar #fandom.rtf

[daisynik7]

cw: established relationship, smut - car sex (cowgirl), cunnilingus, creampie, spit used as lube

Author's Note: Been a minute since I wrote a smutty Nanami drabble and I thought of this today while in heat LOL. Enjoy! MDNI divider by @/cafekitsune.

Thinking about you and Nanami sneaking off during your company holiday party to fuck each other silly in the car. 

He’s your plus one tonight, dressed to the nines in his signature suit and tie, looking as dashing as ever. You’re in the new dress he bought you, the perfect fit, matching subtlety with him. He hasn’t been able to take his hands off you, one always draped over your shoulders, behind your back, or around your waist. He squeezes you gently whenever one of your wacky coworkers says something inappropriate or unhinged, even firmer if it’s your boss saying it. When you’re both sat at the table, waiting for dinner to be served, he places his hand on your knee, holding you because he just can’t stop touching you, especially in this dress. 

Dinner and two glasses of wine in, you warn him that it’s almost time for the speeches, which are notoriously long and boring. Feeling frisky, he stands up, pulling you with him, briefly explaining to the others at your table that you have to excuse yourselves for whatever reason. They don’t bat an eye, too immersed in their own drinking and merriment to even care where you two run off to. 

Nanami opens the car door for you, like a true gentlemen, beckoning you into the backseat. And unlike a gentleman, he slaps your ass on the way in, chuckling to himself as you playfully yell at him. He follows, locking the car from the inside, already shedding his blazer off. You do the same with your dress, but he stops you, a wild look in his eyes. “Keep this on. I want to fuck you in it.”

You fold the fabric up your thighs until it’s bunched around your waist, allowing you to spread your legs wide enough to display your cunt to him. Of course you aren’t wearing underwear. In fact, he told you not to, intending to do this to you from the very start. If there’s anything you’ve learned about your husband in the last year or two, it’s that he’s recently developed a kink for spontaneous car sex. Not that you’re complaining. 

He dives in, spreading his tongue and smearing his spit all over your aching clit. He’s quick and vicious with it, desperate for your orgasm so he can feel it all around him when he eventually slides his cock inside you. It doesn’t take long for you to give it to him, and once you do, he hoists you onto his lap, kissing you sloppily with his cum-coated lips. You straddle him, grinding against him, your wetness leaking onto his slacks. He pulls out his cock, throbbing in his fist, staring at you with a hazy expression. “Spit on it.” 

You give him a smile and a smooch before dribbling a thick wad of your saliva straight onto his shaft. He shudders, coating his entire length with it, stroking it fast in his grip. He circles the wetted tip around your swollen clit before sliding inside you, letting out a guttural moan as soon as he bottoms out. “Fuck,” he grunts, pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead, cupping your cheek softly in the palm of his hand. 

You nuzzle into his touch, rocking yourself back and forth on him. “Fuck me, Kento. And don’t hold back.”

And he doesn’t, fucking you hard and rough, making you temporarily forget about that silly holiday party still happening inside. They have no clue that you’re getting fucked stupid in the backseat of your car by your husband. That he’s tearing this pussy up with every brutal thrusts he pounds into you, his thumb massaging deep into your core, greedy for your orgasms. 

Neither of you care what a mess you’re making, his hair matted on his sweaty forehead, your dress wrinkled and ruined, his slacks splotched with damp spots from your slick leaking out. It gets even messier when he comes inside you, unable to stop some of his creamy load from seeping into the fabric of his pants.  

Without much of an effort, the two of your pull yourselves together enough to head back to the party. Nanami wraps his jacket around his waist, looking ridiculous, and you ignore the curious stares of your coworkers as they eye the suspicious winkles on your dress. 

It doesn’t matter anyways; you only return in time to collect your bonus. Once it’s in your hands, you thank your boss and excuse yourselves for the rest of the night, ready for round two, three, and four in the comfort of your own home. 

#nanami x reader #nanami smut #nanami x you #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento smut #nanami kento x you #kento nanami x reader #kento nanami x you #kento nanami smut #nanami drabbles #jjk smut #jjk x reader

[konigsblog]

i have come to humbly ask for more kidnapper!141

torture with kidnapper!141...

tw: non-con, rape, kidnapping, punishments, dark content, recording, pregnancy mention, afab!reader.

dead dove: do not eat. 18+ MDNI 🔞

all four of the threatening and intimidating, strong males have different ways at punishing you and making sure you understand the rules.

of course, as a captain and a leader, the one who usually punishes you for acting out of order, is price — i mean, it's in his nature as a captain to boss around his victims recruits, to make sure you know exactly what'll happen to you if you misbehave.

johnny feels horrible the next morning as sickness runs through his body at the sight of you, as if he's some kind of monster. gaz as well, feels depraved, having done something so inhumane and cruel towards his perfect dove, seeing you spread out on the table, getting used and recorded.

they're disgusting and their behaviour is beyond torturous, with their paces never slowing down, only quickening, and their already tight grip getting firmer and tighter with each thrust. you're not even sure whos inside of you right now, reduced to an unconscious, fucked-out plaything.

eventually you're left without a choice but to obey at their demands, looking into the camera shoved into your face whilst simon buries his face between your thighs, cleaning your bloodied, swollen and bruised cunt up. his tongue is buried inside your tight hole, lapping at your sweet cunt with his boner aching, tip drooling onto the concrete, basement floor.

seeing you squirm away breaks their hearts — you just don't understand that they want the best for their pretty angel. they see your blood, the crimson against your thighs, and the wetness mixed with their hot load.

it'd be a real shame for you if you happened to get pregnant, right? :(

#orla speaks #tw: non con #tw: dubcon #tw: rape #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #dark cod #tw: dark content #tw kidnapping #cod 141 #task force 141 x reader #task force 141 #task force 141 x y/n #141 x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost call of duty #john soap mctavish x reader #soap call of duty #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #price x reader

[starry-nights-garden]

Ateez Reaction ✧ Seeing your ex in public

✧ Ateez all members x gn!reader ✧ genre: reaction, some angst, comfort ✧ warnings: implications of unhealthy relationships in the past in some parts

Hongjoong:

tonight is supposed to be unforgettably wonderful as you're on a date with your boyfriend to see an artist you both like a lot performing live for the first time

instead it becomes unforgettable for an entirely different reason, because only a few songs in, someone eerily familiar stands right next to you

you're not sure if your ex has realized yet that they're standing right next to you, but you sure are aware of it, and you instinctively get closer to your boyfriend

the latter uses the opportunity to whisper something about how glad he is to be sharing this moment with you in your ear, until he too spots your ex standing right next to and he wraps his arm tightly around you

"Wanna get out of here for a minute?" he asks, his mood immediately becoming serious

it takes merely a weak nod from you for him to lead you through the crowd and away from all the people

as you're visibly uncomfortable, he does his best to comfort you until you start crying in his arms because you feel so sorry that now he can't enjoy the concert because of you

however, he assures you that it's not your fault and tells you not to think like that, while doing whatever he can to help you calm down until you feel okay again

Seonghwa:

your boyfriend knows that you have a bit of a difficult history with your ex, even though you're mostly over what happened now

so when you suddenly spot your ex as you're out in public, he seems more tensed up about it than you are

his grip around your hand becomes firmer immediately, and you can tell he's not sure whether he should try to play off his feelings or openly glare at your ex

so you quickly suggest to go take another route to your destination, and when your boyfriend doesn't immediately comply, you get a bit pushy because you currently can't imagine a more awkward situation than those two actually meeting

he does eventually let you lead him elsewhere, but his mood stays the same all throughout your date, until you're finally home and you confront him about it

that's when he realizes he hasn't been doing you any good with his behaviour, and he finally apologizes for it

"I'm really sorry... I didn't realize I kinda ruined our date with that. I just... can't forgive that person for hurting you like that," he explains

and though your date wasn't as fun as it could've been because of that you also understand that his reaction is simply another proof of how much he cares about you

Yunho:

you're on a walk through the city together when you suddenly spot your ex with their new partner walking towards you from afar

them not having noticed you yet, you quickly grab a clueless Yunho by the hand and pull him into the next best store, the poor guy not knowing what's going on at all

"We could've just walked in normally if you wanted to check out this store so badly, no need to pull me in like you're running from someone," he jokingly comments, hoping for some kind of explanation for your sudden change in behaviour

there's serious worry in his eyes for a moment when you tell him that you are in fact running from someone, but he relaxes once you explain to him that you saw your ex walking in front of you and you really don't want to run into them

he understands and so he suggests actually looking around the store you're in for a while until your ex has hopefully passed you by

you end up having fun looking through the shop's assortment and once you're done joking around about the most questionable fashion items you can find inside you've already forgotten all about the awkward almost-encounter earlier

Yeosang:

a few weeks after starting to date Yeosang you run into your ex together

you split up on friendly terms so even now you sometimes talk to each other whenever you happen to meet each other

you current boyfriend mostly stays quiet as you introduce the two to each other, and only after a short conversation and saying your goodbyes does it dawn on him that that was your ex

it takes him literally the entire way home to process that fact and his feelings about it kalsdjföjs

"That was your ex??" - he asks that question in disbelief once you arrive at your place and you can't but chuckle at his delayed reaction

he keeps awkwardly asking questions about your ex throughout the evening until finally you figure out that he's jealous

so you give him a kiss on the cheek and you reassure him that there's nothing going on between you and them anymore

he'll probably need a few more kisses and some time to truly understand that you're nothing more than friends now, but eventually he'll be fine :')

San:

as you're out on a shopping tour he's still busy talking to you about the coat you've both been looking at and that he thinks would look good on you

however, when you suddenly stop responding he finds you staring at something else and as he's about to tease you for getting distracted, he realizes who the person is who's standing just across the street

he doesn't hesitate to take you by the hand, his firm and sudden grip startling you out of your shock and making you look at your boyfriend instead

"Let's get out of here. I know a better place to buy you a new coat," he says, even though it's clear he has a different reason for wanting to get you out of there as quickly as possible

will pull you a good distance away while always keeping his eyes on you, and when your ex is finally out of sight he makes you sit down on the nearest bench or wherever

"Do you need me to do anything or get you anything?" - asks that question while cupping your face with his hand and running his thumb across your cheek

will do whatever it takes to make you feel better and to forget all about that unfortunate encounter

Mingi:

he's a little slow in grasping the situation fully when you arrive at your favourite restaurant and you immediately ask him to go elsewhere

after all you've been looking forward to this date for so long, so your reaction makes no sense to him

that's until you manage to point out to him that your ex is sitting just a few tables away

he still tries to argue that it can't be that bad but you insist that it's horribly awkward for you, so eventually you leave together to find a different place to grab dinner

you can tell he feels bad about not immediately leaving with you as he seems absentminded the entire evening after that

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was that awkward for you to be near your ex," he eventually apologizes when you're back home but you assure him it's okay and no big deal

it really is just awkward for you after all, no hard feelings

and so the situation is quick to be resolved in his mind as well, and you spend the rest of the evening having fun together, forgetting about the encounter quickly

Wooyoung:

the urge to jump at your ex and fight them is huge when he spots the person who's suddenly making you tense up

however, with how you're freezing up and stopping in your tracks while staring at them in horror, he knows better than to make a scene

instead he puts his hands onto your shoulders as gently as he can so as not to startle you

"Are you okay?" he asks carefully, as if the answer wasn't obvious - and he realizes how stupid that question was too, because now he's trying to get you to move again without waiting for your answer

positions himself so he's covering the frame of your ex in your vision and once he can see you react to his action, he puts his arm around you protectively and starts walking with you

leads you away from that person first of all, and once he decides you're a safe distance away, he offers you a comforting hug which you accept

in case you have to cry out the shock, he'll make sure to take you somewhere you can do that undisturbed

Jongho:

you're out on a date when you can suddenly feel the mood changing

protectively has his arm around your shoulders and is pulling you close before you even notice that it's because your ex is just a few steps away from you

only when you find him lowkey glaring into a certain direction do you see their face and you shudder

upon feeling your reaction in his hold, he immediately turns all his attention to you and steers you away from that person

"Come on, let's go elsewhere," he quietly says, keeping his voice down in an attempt to calm you down

won't let go of you for as long as you're in distress, and if he does end up getting too far away from you and you cling to him, he'll go right back to holding you close

is going to buy you your favourite snack to share in order to distract you for now, and might even be a little too cute about it and deliberately embarrass himself to make you laugh

#ateez reactions #ateez comfort #ateez angst #ateez fluff #ateez x reader #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #san x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader #ateez scenarios #reaction #angst #comfort

[bakubunny]

revisiting katsuki with hypersensitive/disabled!reader again bc i have a theory that he’s more aware than he’s sometimes given credit for. he already thinks ahead of everyone else constantly without saying it, and without being pushed to let that go, he probably overthinks in the bedroom, too. he may not take notes like izuku does, but he’s aware of minuscule changes in your body language.

so you sit down with katsuki one day after a few attempts making out have ended poorly and explain everything - how your disorder works, the sensations you feel when you get touched, what feels good, what feels overwhelming…. and he just listens, like really listens, much more than you thought he might when you sat him down. at first he’s concerned because he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he waits to speak. as the conversation goes on, he starts to fidget mindlessly. you can see how much he’s processing what you say, so many questions written on his face that he doesn’t know how to ask because he’s never been great at talking. eventually he gets frustrated trying to think it all through and pulls you into his lap.

“teach me,” he says. katsuki’s brows are furrowed and his voice is a little harsh, but he means it.

“teach you what i like?” you ask.

“yeah.” he’s reaching for your thighs when he stops, his voice gentler. “can i touch you?”

“mhm.”

his hands run up your thighs, and he grips you by the hips. “‘s that okay?”

you nod and smile.

“can… can i kiss you?”

his nervous eyes watch as you nod again, cheeks a little warmer than before. he pulls your face closer the way he often does and cradles your head in his hands. he hesitates still as he studies your face; he notices the way your cheeks get warm when he runs his thumb over your skin, sees the way your eyes flutter and shift when his grip gets a little firmer around the nape of your neck for a moment, sending a pleasant shudder down your spine. he’s relieved only slightly when you smile.

“feels good?” he asks softly.

“very.”

your eyes lock onto his mouth one more time as if to give him confirmation that it’s okay. katsuki leans in, and his soft lips meet with yours in a tender way. his body finally relaxes when you sigh into the kiss, hands gripping his shirt tighter at the sides. he gently massages the back of your neck as you kiss. he pauses when you whimper.

“‘s good. don’t stop,” you whisper against his lips before he can even ask.

you can feel the grin on his lips as he nods and leans back in. his kiss is firm; it makes your breath catch, the way his tongue slides against yours.

katsuki lets one hand wander lightly down your back, trying to be gentle, but you wince. your body gets tense. he immediately stops and scans your face.

“you okay?” he asks. “too much?”

“t-too gentle. i won’t break if you touch me,” you tease.

“you tellin’ me you like it rough?” katsuki smirks.

“maybe,” you reply with a grin. “can you handle that?”

katsuki’s eyes light up with a mischievous look. he answers you with another head spinning kiss. his fingers intertwine with your hair and tugs just enough to make you gasp. his lips trail firmly down your jaw and neck as your breath catches, and he pulls you in for a hug.

“better?” he asks.

a smile pushes at your cheeks as you nuzzle into his embrace. warmth fills your stomach when katsuki rubs your back.

“perfect,” you say.

so he continues. with every touch, he asks you if it’s okay and how it feels. soon, he’s got his lips on your neck, sucking and biting soft marks into your skin, running his tongue over every sensitive spot he can reach while you give him the pretty whimpers of his name that he’s been waiting to hear.

your fingers tangle in his hair. your hips roll into his. and all he can do is grin a little more when he starts to figure you out.

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#it’s been a hot minute since i’ve had any motivation to write so #I’m okay with this #bakubunny #bakugou katsuki #aged up characters #x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo katuski #bakugo x reader #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

[kevcanwait]

His bed hasn't looked comfier than it did after a day with barely any breaks but he didn't want to stop, so instead of falling onto his bed, he sits at his desk.

Opening his laptop, the blinding light stings his eyes as he starts working again. Nothing exact, jumping from project to project but eventually, about an hour later, his focus is broken by a knock at his door and it opening a moment later.

"Chan, why you still up?" "O-oh, I...editing." He answered honestly as his manager, Mn, sighed and gave him a soft smile. "Don't stay up much longer." "I won't, Mn-nim"

When he left, Chan sighs and closes his laptop, the thought of the familiar comfort of his bed extremely tempting as he changed out of his clothes and got in bed, his soft comforter was warm and comfortable, surprisingly lulling him to sleep quickly.

"Good boy, Channie, that's it."

His body ran warm, squirming around his bed as he pants and whines, his blankets eventually end up off his body. Only being half awake, he didn't realize he had rolled onto his stomach and started grinding into the mattress, his noises completely ignored by himself. They were quiet, but someone in the living room heard.

Mn didn't mean to fall asleep at the boys dorm, he does have his own place but he only meant to stay an hour extra to make sure Jisung was okay since he had a cold. Mn sat up on the couch, leaning on his elbow as he tries to gauge if the noise he heard was worth checking or one of the boys was just using the bathroom. His tie askew and shirt unbuttoned at the first button, his hair ruffed up even more as he dragged his hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes to wake up a bit more.

When he heard a faint whine and cry, he sat up and made his way to the bedrooms, catching the sound from Chan's room. He must be having a nightmare, poor guy Mn thought as he cracked the door open, seeing Chan with his blankets thrown about and crying, nothing else, but when he stepped further in he heard Chan whimper his name followed by a moan, Shit was Mn's first thought as he flushed and turned around but he stopped. He felt wrong standing there, listening to his whimpers but Chan almost sounded in pain, desperate.

Mn sighs again, taking a deep breath before willing himself to ignore the noises and wake Chan up. He's their manager and he's always there to help, would it be wrong to...help Chan?

It took a simple shake of his shoulder and the male woke up, gasping softly before he shot up and over to the other side of his bed as he pulled his blanket over him. "Hey, Chan, it's okay. Just me." "What-" Chan flushed and was suddenly aware of his soiled boxers and his painful hard on. "U-Um, W-What are you still doing here?" "Was making sure Jisung was okay but I ended up falling asleep on the couch. You...You sounded like you were having a nightmare, you okay?" Mn knew better but he didn't want to further embarrass the male. "Y-yeah, I'm fine."

Mn thought to just walk out and let Chan be but Chan sounded like he really needed this release. "Chan, outside of idol necessities, I help you and the boys whenever I can." He sat down on the edge of the bed, still leaving space between him and the other. "I know you weren't having a nightmare." "Mn-nim, I-I'm sorry, I-I know it's wrong-" "Hush, I was gonna offer to help you relax." "Y-you...r-really?" "Yeah. I'll go at your pace and whenever you say stop, I'll stop. No matter what."

Chan was desperate and honestly, he thought his manager was hot, like how is he a manager and not an idol or model?

He slides closer to Mn slowly. "Help me, sir, please." Mn nods, raising a hand to place it on the side of Chan's face and pull him closer, leaning in and placing his lips on Chan's plump ones. It was experimental, soft and gentle before Chan leaned forward more, the kiss becoming firmer as Chan's left hand reached out and gripped Mn's dress shirt.

Mn noticed Chan trying to get closer and moved his hand on Chan's face to his thigh, gripping it as he pulls it to have Chan straddle him, his other hand moving to the males other thigh as he draped his arms over Mn's shoulders. Mn slid his hands up Chan's thighs and held his hips, guiding him through a gentle rhythm over his lap and helping him grind down onto his lap.

"S-Sir, I-I need more, please. Please..." Chan said softly when he pulled back, panting over Mn's lips. "No need to beg, Channie, I'll give you more." He moved to put Chan on his back before settling between his legs, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt before taking off his tie and throwing it aside before going to remove his pants and shirt but Chan stopped him. "C-Can you keep this on for a little while?" Mn smiled. "Yeah." He answered before leaning down a capturing the males lips in a firm kiss again.

His right hand glides down his body, teasing his nipple before sliding further down, his touch leaving behind goosebumps with how light it is before the hand lightly strokes Chan through his boxers, causing him to moan into the kiss letting Mn slip his tongue past his lips, licking into his mouth and drawing more addictive noises from Chan, he wants to hear them out loud. Maybe another day, but he won't keep his hopes up.

His finger slips past Chan's waist band, tugging at it before pulling away from Chan to sit back. "Be quiet now." Chan nods with a whine as Mn lifts his hips up to pull his boxers down and off to toss them away, his following shortly after. "Please, I-I want to feel full, sir, please, it hurts." Chan pleads quietly as he reaches out for Mn. "Chan, I'm gonna have to stretch you first." "No, please, it hurts." Chan's dick was heavily leaking precum, the tip angry as it twitched on his stomach.

"Channie wants to cum?" "Yes, please, Sir. Hurts so much, I wanna cum." "But it'll hurt more it if I don't, baby. Just a little?" Chan whines, throwing his head back as he squirms under Mn. "Channie, be good will you? The faster I stretch you, the faster I can fuck you." The moan Chan was quick to muffle outdid any porn moan, the rest of it muffled into the back of his hand. "Like that, huh? Wanna be a good boy?" Chan nods with teary eyes as Mn's hand moved to Chan's mouth, replacing Chan's palm with his fingers.

"You're such a good boy, Channie. Always looking out for the boys and being the best leader ever, I'm honestly so proud of you, Channie, so proud." Chan keens at the praise, hips bucking up to find friction. "Settle, baby." Mn uses his left hand to hold Chan's hips down as he pulls his fingers from his mouth. His hand moves to Chan's hole, teasing it with his middle finger before pressing gently, soon enough being able to push his other finger in, scissoring Chan's hole gently while kissing along his neck.

"S-Sir, please..." Chan whispered desperately, hands gripping Mn's bicep and the pillow below his head. "Okay, Okay." He slowly pulled his fingers out, moving to stroke himself a little to use his own precum and remaining saliva over his cock before pressing his tip against his hole. "S-sir, k-kiss..." "hm, loud one, aren't you?" Mn teased before leaning down and kissing Chan deeply as he pushed into Chan. Immediately pulling a long moan out of Chan which Mn swallowed greedily, although he'd like to hear Chan's noises, he still accepted the muffled noises as he groans roughly into Chan's mouth in return at the male's tightness. Pulling back slightly, Chan's moans escape and Mn shushes him. "Channie, baby, need you to relax. You're a bit too tight to keep going, precious."

He leans his head back with a soft mewl as he tries to relax. The gentle stretch was intoxicating and he wanted more, breathing slowly and focusing on Mn kissing down his neck again and Mn gently squeezing and massaging his hips and waist. "That's it, Channie, thats it. You feel so good, so warm." Eventually, Mn was fully inside Chan, letting him adjust and coaxing him to slow his breathing. "Chan, slow down, I'm here, it's okay." Mn hovers over Chan, his left hand next to Chan's head as the other gently brushed through his hair, moving sweaty strands from his forehead before his hand rests on the side of Chan's face and his thumb rubs over his cheek.

"M-Move, Please, M-more..." Mn gently pulls back until just the tip is in Chan before thrusting back in, starting a slow pace. Mn grips Chan's thigh, squeezing it before moving it up to Chan's chest and doing the same to the other. The new angle let Mn fuck deeper into Chan as he leaned down to silence Chan with a firm kiss.

Mn pulled back and looked down to where he's connected to Chan, a breathy moan falling from his lip when Chan squeezes around him. He slows down, stopping when he's fully buried in Chan. "Fuck, you feel so good, Channie. So fucking good." "Please move again, please." Mn did so, leaning back down to kiss Chan again before he thrusted into Chan quickly, hitting his prostate constantly and pushing Chan further to the edge.

"S-sir, g-gonna...hng~ Please don't stop, g-gonna c-cum." "I won't stop, baby, don't worry." Mn reaches down and strokes Chan at the same pace as his thrusts. "Mn, c-cumming, ah!" A silent moan and Chan cums on Mn's hand and his own stomach. "Good boy, there you go~" Mn went to pull out when Chan gripped the collar of his shirt to pull him down. "Y-You have to cum. K-Keep going." "Chan-" "Please, I-I wanna feel full." "Want me to cum inside, huh? Wanna feel my cum fill your hole?" "Y-Yes, please." Mn began fucking into Chan again, overstimulating him but Chan loved the feeling, kissing Mn and clenching around him, wanting to push Mn over the edge. "Fuck, keep squeezing around me like that and I'll cum." "That's what I want, sir."

With another squeeze and a deep thrust, Mn fills Chan, coating his walls with small thrusts as he leans back, watching his cock sink impossibly further into Chan before he slowly pulls out, pumping himself a few time causing a few spurts of cum to coat his ass as the majority of his cum drips out of Chan's hole. He uses his thumb to scoop some cum up before inserting it into the tight ring, Chan jolting at the feeling and releasing a soft moan.

Mn snaps out of his daze and looks up to Chan's reddened face. "Will you let me go get a cleaning rag?" Mn asked, gesturing to Chan's legs wrapped around his waist. "No..." He said quietly before letting him go.

Mn stood, removing his shirt and blindly searching for his boxers before tiptoeing out of the room to the bathroom to get a warm rag. He cleans himself before heading back to the room only to be met with Hyunjin. "Mn-nim? Why are you still here?" He mutters sleepily, rubbing some sleep out of his eyes. "Um, was making sure Jisung was okay and I dozed off on the couch." "Why are you only in boxers?" "I-I only sleep with boxers?" "Whatever, I'm too tired and just need to pee." Hyunjin walked past him and into the bathroom as Mn exhales and walks back to Chan's room.

He crawled back into Chan's bed, gently cleaning him up before grabbing his boxers and sliding them back onto him. He covers him up, straightening the blanket out at the same time before leaning down and kissing his forehead before moving to collect his own clothes and go home before Chan grabbed his wrist. "Please stay, sir." Mn contemplates for a moment before sliding next to Chan under his blankets. Chan clung to Mn, burying his face into his neck and wrapping his arms around Mn's waist as Mn wrapped an arm around Chan's shoulders and waist.

A few minutes later, Chan's door opens and Mn turns his head to see who it was, Chan passed out already. "Mn-nim, if theres a next time, try a little harder to be quiet." Hyunjin whispers into the darkness before retreating and closing the door. Mn sighs with a smile before turning his head back to lay on the pillow, following Chan into the world of slumber shortly after.

Comments and feedback are appreciated, I hope you like this little blurb I thought of.

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[strniohoeee]

I need and angry love confession from Matt to Reader !! super angst but ends in fluff

I can’t

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: You moved on and now you’re soon to be engaged, but Matt knows this isn’t right. Desperate to get you to change your mind he races over to you. But will he get there in time?

Warning⚠️: NONE, I lovedddd writing this ughhh😩😩got me all in my feels and shit😔

Song for the imagine: Chasing Cars- Snow Patrol

I don’t quite know

How to say

How I feel

Those three words

Are said too much

They’re not enough

I’m not sure how to explain it and I’m not sure that I’d ever be able to. I never planned to see myself with anyone else other than Matt, but here I was sitting in my makeup room with a dazzling diamond promise ring sitting on my ring finger.

It felt right? I mean I wasn’t sure how to feel actually. A million questions ran through my head and they all tied to Matt for some reason.

I left Matt a little over a year ago after being with him for two years. I felt like I treated him wrong, I felt like I held him back from what he wanted…..

Flashback

“What are you saying?” Matt asked me as he stood up from the couch

“ I’m breaking up with you Matt” I replied looking at him

His face dropped and he swallowed thickly

“You’re what?” He replied blinking fastly

“I’m holding you back Matt and I haven’t been the best girlfriend. I can not live with myself knowing that there’s someone out there better for you” I replied swallowing back a sob

“I don’t want no one else, I want you. Why can’t you see that? You always tear down the perfect things around you.” He said rubbing his face with his hand

“I’m not happy because I’m not making you happy” I replied

“You don’t get to tell me how I feel. I love you and I love us and sure we have our problems, but I can’t imagine a life without you” he said slapping his hand down on his leg

“That’s the issue, all these problems are because of me. Matt you have to let me go” I said shaking my head

“I can’t! I can’t let you go” he replied rushing up to me and grabbing my hands

“This hurts me too, but I don’t think we’re for each other anymore” I said letting a few tears slip

“No….please don’t do this to me” he said in a whisper

“I love you, but I can’t keep holding you down. I’m sorry” I told him

“You’re not! Please just stay and relax and we can talk this out” he said looking into my eyes and gripping my hands firmer

“Matthew….no this is over” I replied sliding my hands from his and walking back

“Please don’t leave me” he pleaded with tears in his eyes

“I have to” I replied and with that I walked out

Flashback Over

For a while my thoughts were clouded with many doubts. Wondering if I made the wrong decision. But as soon as we broke up Matt and his brother's careers took off even more. Further proving it was me who needed to go.

But sitting here right now with this ring on my finger my brain told me that Matt and I were completely over. Nothing more than mere memory, a glimpse into a great time in my life, but it was over.

I loved my boyfriend more than words could explain and this ring finalized that it was him who I would spend the rest of my life with.

Him and I had posted our pre engagement on Instagram explaining that this was a small step in me eventually becoming his wife. It was a bittersweet moment because this was a new chapter in my life and I had to look forward. However for some reason I was constantly looking back….

Matt's POV

I laid in my bed journaling when my phone started to ring. I looked down and saw it Chris calling me

“Yo?” I said as I placed the phone to my ear

“Did you see it?” He asked me

“See what? Chris what the fuck are you talking about?” I asked furrowing my brows and shutting my book

“Y/N…” he said and paused

“Is she okay?” I asked suddenly sitting up

“Yeah she’s fine, but she’s pretty much engaged” Chris said in a whisper

“What?” I replied

My heart dropped to my stomach as my throat ran dry.

“Yeah they posted it on Instagram. I’m sorry bro” he said clearing his throat

I didn’t even reply, I just hung up on him. Opening instagram I searched up her page and I let out a small gasp and the picture…..reading the caption made my skin crawl

I grabbed my keys and rushed out the house. Running out to my car in the rain. My mind raced as I hit the gas. Doing 80 in the rain as my breathing became erratic and my fist tightened on the grip

Y/N pov

I walked out of my makeup room and walked out to my living room. Peering outside I saw that it was raining. My heart burst with excitement.

I decided to sit in my glass lanai and watch the rain hit the roof. Smiling at how happy I was becoming and how content I felt in life right now.

I stood by one of the windows writing my name in the fog that crackled along the glass. Suddenly I heard the door open and a creak of someone’s foot stepping down

“Hey babe” I replied before turning around

My heart dropped when a soaking wet, crying and shivering Matt stood in front of me.

“Matt?” I said blinking quickly

“Don’t do this” he said shaking

“Matt you’re wet and cold” I said walking up to him

“DON’T” he said sternly causing me to look up at him and stepping back

“How did you even get in here” I said sternly

“Your hiding spot for the key hasn’t changed” he said bluntly

“Why are you here?” I said scoffing

“So that’s it? You’re just going to marry him” he replied

“You’re talking crazy Matt what’s going on” I said getting concerned

“I waited…. I waited for you praying you’d come back. Having to go through days of being so unhappy and angry, and for what? For you to spend all this time and energy on someone new and get married? What was I? What was I huh?” He said choking out a sob as his voice cracked

“I loved you and I had the best time with you, but it wasn’t going to work and with Y/BF/N it worked” I said swallowing thickly

“You gave up! You gave up on us… that could’ve been us but you chose to run” he said breathing heavily

“I didn’t give up, I did it for you! Can’t you see that?” I said pleading

“I can’t” he said

“Let’s go inside you’re shivering” I replied pointing to the door

“NO” he replied choking out another sob

“Matt, what do you want me to do?” I said getting teary eyed

“I want you to be honest with yourself” he replied

“I don’t understand what you’re getting at” I replied throwing my hands up

“Goddamnit Y/N! I love you! I have loved you. I let you into my life in a way I never did with anyone else. I loved you to the point of distraction, and you dropped me like I was nothing. I can not pretend that didn’t happen” he said loudly

“You love me?” I replied shocked by this

“Hasn’t it always been obvious? I begged you not to leave me and you did. And now you’re basically engaged to this guy, so like I said be honest with yourself” he said pointing at me

“Honest about what?” I replied raising my voice

“Your feelings” he said bluntly

“My feelings? The fact that I’m in love with my new boyfriend and we’re going to get married eventually?” I replied talking with my hands

“That’s bullshit” he said bluntly

“No it’s not matt” I replied back

“Yes it is” he said pushing back

“No it isn’t” I said sternly

“Just admit” he said pushing even harder now

“ADMIT WHAT?” I yelled at him throwing my hands up

“You know what…it’s creeping in the back of your mind consuming all your thoughts” he said breathing through his nose heavily

“I can’t” I said shaking my head

“You can’t or you won’t” he replied

“Jesus Matt! What do you want me to admit? Admit that I’m madly in love with you? Admit that the thought of marrying my boyfriend scares me. Scares me because it’s supposed to be you. Is that what you want to hear” I said yelling

“Was it that hard” he replied

“What have you done” I said looking at him wide eyed

“This wasn’t me….this was you” he replied

I stomped over to him pushing him back repeatedly

“Who do you think you are? Huh? You think you can just come back into my life and push all these things on me. How could you Matt” I said smacking at his chest in anger

“Stop it! STOP IT” he said grabbing my arms firmly

“LET ME GO” I yelled pulling against him but he was much stronger than me

Pulling against him as we were both breathing heavily. I stopped and stared at him letting air come out my nose as my chest rose and fell rapidly.

“Why?” I whispered tears brimming in my eyes

“WHY HUH? WHY?” I yelled against him pulling at my arms

Yet he didn’t say anything. Instead he let me freak out, watching me intently as his eyes were glazed over with tears threatening to spill out.

“Stop fighting it” he said in a whisper

“This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! I was supposed to forget about you. I was supposed to move on. You were supposed to move on” I said slowing my breathing down

“I never wanted to move on, and I never will” he replied back

“I have always loved you from the moment I bumped into you on that street to the day you walked out of my life. I prayed day in and day out you’d come back and you didn’t” he said letting go of my arms

“Matt I can’t do this, not to you, not to me and especially not to Y/BF/N” I replied wiping my eyes

“So then don’t marry him” he said pleading with me

“Matt I can’t do that” I replied shaking my head

“He’s not meant for you and I’d like to believe….I’d have to believe that if you knew that…. I mean really really knew that deep in your heart. You wouldn’t be getting ready to marry someone unless that someone….unless that someone was me” he said swallowing thickly and letting a few tears fall

I stared at him shocked before opening my mouth to speak

“Matt I’m not going to lie to you, yeah I have felt things since breaking up with you that I didn’t know or think I knew I could feel, but I have realized you can’t just turn back the hands of time” I replied running my hands through my hair

“Why not?” He said in a whisper

“Because I moved on….you were supposed to move on. We’ve gone down different paths. We made choices and I….I chose Y/BF/N” I said wiping my eyes

Matt licked his lips and jutted his pointed tongue to the inside of his mouth. Letting a choked sob fall from his mouth.

“Can’t you see? Even after letting you go and trying to do what’s best for you, I still am somehow hurting you. Please don’t cry” I said pacing a bit

“I’ll be fine… I promise” he said rolling his eyes letting the tears go back

“I love you Matt” I said walking up to him and grabbing his shoulders

“No you don’t, if you did you’d be with me” he said scoffing and shrugging my hands off

“It doesn’t work that way” I said shaking my head

“Doesn’t work that way? I just professed my love to you as you did the same, but still you’re going to marry someone else?” He replied getting upset again

“That’s not fair” I said blinking at him

“Whatever…I’ve wasted my time clearly” he said throwing his hands up

He began to walk back into my house. I trailed close behind him calling out his name.

“Matthew please” I said running a bit faster

I got in front of him, grabbing his upper arms and stopping him. Looking into his eyes searching for something. Searching for an answer to this complicated puzzle.

My breathing became rapid as I searched for the words to say. Matt got clearly impatient as his jaw was clenched and his glare was intense. My eyes darted from one eye to the other.

I let go of him blinking and swallowing thickly before opening my mouth.

“Matt I love you a lot, and that never went away. I never wanted to hurt you, but rather I wanted you to get stronger. I was holding you down and that you can not deny. I have realized that the way I went about it was wrong and I hurt you, but I also hurt myself. I truly wanted to heal myself and not look back, but everyday all I could think about was you. Yes Y/BF/N is amazing and a great guy but I just…..I just…..” my words began to scramble because I wasn’t sure how to say this next statement

“But you don’t love him” he said in a whisper

My eyes slowly lifted from the floor to meet his once again, nodding at his answer

“I don’t love him” I said swallowing thickly

“If I’m reading into this wrong then I’m sorry” he said and before I could react he suddenly lunged toward me

Smashing his lips into mine, his right hand finding its spot on my left cheek. His thumb gently rubbed the warm skin as our lips locked.

My mind was fuzzy with what was going on, but all I knew was that this felt so right. Like the stars aligning perfectly. What I was so unsure of with my current boyfriend I was 100% sure of with Matt.

When he pulled away we locked eyes, catching our breath as we smiled gently

“I’m so sorry for leaving you” I said in a whisper

“Just promise to never do it again” he said

“I promise” I said smiling at him

Matt grabbed the back of my head, pulling me into a hug before placing a kiss to my forehead.

Breaking things off with Y/BF/N wasn’t easy. I truly had some love for him, but not in the way I did for Matt. Matt was my soulmate and I was so dumb to turn a blind eye to it.

I made him understand that this wasn’t because of him, but because I wasn’t ever truly sure that we were meant for each other. And that the promise ring made it all a bit too real. In the sense that I could not see myself with him forever.

Matt and I took things slow, we reestablished a connection starting off as friends first was what we wanted. We didn’t want to see each other hurt ever again.

I can’t live with the idea of ever hurting him again… I just…

I can’t.

The End

I hope yall loved this one, it was giving very early 2000s love confession in the rain. I’m here for itttt, but we’re almost at 1,800 followers OH YEAHHH i love yall🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

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[queenof-curses]

Reflections

Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader

Summary: Toji discovers something new about you, and it makes him absolutely feral...

Tags: Minors DNI! Short blurb, Dom vibes Toji, Explicit, Messy, Toys, Mirror sex, & more...

Masterlist | More Jujutsu Kaisen

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He listened to the soft pants that fell from your lips. Looking down, Toji admired the scene in front of him. 

Two reflections looked back at him. His own, with his pupils blown wide with lust. And yours… your body, your eyes, all of you- bared in front of his feasting gaze. 

You both sat facing the large decorative mirror in the hallway of your shared home- Toji had the proposal of bringing you both in front of it, his mind wild with ideas and possibilities of the positions he could have you in. The thought of seeing you both reflected back at him sent blood racing to his member. Having you bared before him appeased the voyeur side of him, he thought of the many ways he could play with your body.  

In particular, this one. Because having complete control over your body got him off- he was in charge of how you were positioned, what movement you were capable of, and most importantly- when you got to cum. 

So there you were, sitting in front of his large body, both you facing the mirror, both of you completely nude. You knew you were already wet as soon as he told you to undress earlier, that he had a special scene in store for tonight. It got you excited, immediately stripping bare in front of him- your nipples were already pebbled before sitting down and leaning back on his chest.

He held you against him, his embrace was warm and inviting. And the hard cock on your lower back was even more welcoming- reminding you that it was you alone that turned him on like this. 

However, once he had you in front of him and the mirror- Toji’s patience seemed to snap. 

Seeing you naked and vulnerable has his cockhead throbbing, but he needed to go through with his plan on finishing you off first. It was the right thing to do, he thought. Because after this, you’d be begging for him to stop making you cum. After all, he loved to fuck you dumb. 

Wrapping his ankles near yours, he uses the strength of his thighs to pull your knees wide. Locked in with nowhere to go, all you could do was look forward at the scene in front of you. 

The first thing you noticed was your pussy, spread wide and dripping with wetness. A wetness that only slickened with the new position Toji put you in. You could see him admire your glistening folds in wonder, earning a soft groan from him. 

“Toji, please….” you whispered, cheeks red and attempting to look away. “This is embarrassing…”

Not knowing what else to do, your hands grip his strong legs in an attempt to ground yourself. You didn’t want to lock eyes with his strong gaze, you felt too exposed to do anything else but sit there. You looked up, your eyes meeting his to only see him grinning down at your shy form. 

“That’s the point baby… you look so fucking good like this,” he responded. “So open up….just for me.” 

His hot breath grazed the shell of your ear as you watched him bring a hand down to your folds. Two fingers parted your lower lips, exposing you even more to the mirror. 

“Fuck baby girl… you’re so wet.” He could see everything like this, and he fucking loved it. Loved watching your slick folds shine in the dim hallway light, loved the way your hole attempted to twitch around nothing, and he especially loved how you couldn’t even look at him you were so embarrassed. His cock felt like it was about to burst. 

Your cheeks heated as you tried not to watch him play with you. This position was embarrassing enough, but you would be lying if you didn’t feel yourself get even wetter for him.

His fingers danced along your pussy, teasing you without adding any more stimulation. It frustrated you, eventually making you attempt to move your hips against him. 

You groaned in annoyance when he held you even firmer against him. 

“I don’t think so Y/n.”' he said, mocking a stern tone as if a parent was scolding their child. “You’re gonna have to let me play before anything else…” 

Fuck, you thought. Fine… 

You’d play his game. Ultimately, you’d get yours, and you knew that. You just had to be patient and play along. 

“Yessir…” you responded, keeping your gaze low. 

Taking his other hand and bringing it up, he tweaked a hard nipple between his fingers, earning a loud moan from you.  

“That’s a good girl…” he praised before lightly pushing the pads of his fingers into your entrance. 

You writhed against him as his fingers worked their way into your pussy. You were so wet that you accepted him with ease, until he sank them down to his palm. 

“Fuck y/n… you’re cunt is soaked… so tight…”

All you did was moan in response as he moved his large digits in and out of you. The wet squelching noises coming from your cunt were drowned out by Toji panting near your ear, his gaze was feral as he watched his fingers disappear into your hole. 

He could think of nothing else but sinking his fat cock inside of you, so he did what any rational man would do… he brought out the toy he saw in your nightstand earlier. 

Toji’s hand left your nipple to reach behind him and turn on something you were well familiar with. 

The recognizable whirl of your vibrator filled the hall, echoing off the tall walls that surrounded you. The sound had you pausing, wondering what he was about to do. 

“Toji- what are you do-“

Before you could finish your question, the head of your favorite vibrator was brought down on your swollen clit. Your words died in your mouth as you let out a scream. 

“Oh fuck!!” You yelled, thrashing against his body. 

He held you in place, knees locked wide with his fingers in your wet cunt as he held the vibrator against your most sensitive bud. You couldn’t move as his fingers continued to play with your hole.

Tojis mind was set on one goal and one goal only- to make you cream on his hand. He watched as you thrashed against him, driving his fingers into your wet pussy and feeling the vibrations from the toy on his hand. 

His palm slapped against your cunt as the vibrators speed swirled around your clit. He drove you to orgasm hard and fast- your pleasure hitting you like a bus as you felt yourself explode around his fingers.

A gush of wetness left you, squirting from your cunt and covering his hands, the ground beneath you, and splashing onto the mirror in front of you. 

You screamed from the pleasure, pushing against him in an attempt to get away from the vibrator pressed firmly against your clit. Your vision went white as you finished around his hand, soaking yourself completely. A few moments go by before you begin to come down from your high.

After the bright stars vanish from your eyes and your vision returns, you look into the mirror to find his gaze fixed on you. 

Dark, shocked eyes lock with yours. You watched Toji in the mirror as he pulled the toy from your folds, turning it off and looking down at you, jaw dropped. 

“Holy shit…” he whispered, voice hoarse enough to make you think he was the one that just came when in fact you just squirted everywhere. 

Embarrassed, you immediately turned red and did everything in your power not to look at him or your mess. That is, until he spoke again.

“That was the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Shocked, you responded. “Really?” You ask him. 

“Fuck yeah, y/n…” 

You hear a click, and the whirling sound of the vibratior fills the hall once more…

“Let’s see if you can do that again,” he says before bringing it back to your clit. 

You scream against him, realizing that you were trapped against him. It was going to be a long, messy night.

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[lil-elle]

8TURN FIRST KISSES⁉️⁉️

Sorry this took so long omg 😭

8TURN First Kisses

pairs: 8turn x gn!reader

genre: crushes/pining, fluff, first kiss

word count: 1.3k

content: kissing

a/n: ahhajbwvusbusuvevu theyre so cute ☹️

Jaeyun:

Would be determined. Knows what he wants and knows how to get it

But he'd also be a gentleman, his lips approaching yours slowly a day giving you a chance to pull away if it's not what you want

Right before his lips touch yours he'd whisper “Can I?” and if you nod or say yes, his lips would be pressed to yours so fast

Definitely a good kisser. Seems like he'd have experience. The way his lips move gently against yours, not too aggressive but with a slight neediness to them, would just drive you insane and have you gripping his shirt

He wouldn't do it for too long, wanting to take things slow and make sure he doesn't overwhelm you. Would just smile and rub his thumbs against your red cheeks once you two pull away

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Myungho:

Definitely a little shy. Probably trembling slightly and maybe stuttering a little as he approaches your face and asks for permission to keep going

One he gets that permission, his kiss would start slow, his hands sliding up to hold each side of your face as he melts against your lips

Would just love being able to feel the heat on your cheeks and your heartbeat, reassuring him that he's not the only one that was nervous and excited for this

Would be short and sweet, he's just so respectful :((( would just smile happily at you making you just die because he's so charming and precious

This is just the first kiss though. By the time you get to your second kiss he'd definitely have found his confidence, kissing you firmer and letting his hands sit on your waist or hips

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Minho:

It'd come so naturally. You'd just be joking about something together while hanging out, or shoving each other playfully, giggling. Suddenly he'd pull you towards him and his lips would be on yours, still smiling as he kisses you

You'd just immediately melt into it, so comfortable that you wouldn't even hesitate before reciprocating

He'd wrap his arms comfortably around you and your hands would rest against his chest as his lips press softly to yours over and over

After pulling away, he'd tease the hell out of you, calling you cute from blushing so hard and kissing your red cheeks and nose

You'd just tease him back, saying that he's the one that couldn't hold back from kissing you and he's the one with a face redder than a chilli pepper. Your jokes would just leave both of you giggling again and your lips would find each other again not very long after

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Yoonsung:

He'd definitely have taken you out on a super romantic dinner date. Either that or invited you over where he'd set up his own romantic dinner in his living room. Candles lit, soft music playing, rose petals. The set up would have you giggling from how cliche it is

You'd sit down, eat and just chat. Making jokes, him saying little cheesy pick up lines every now and then. You'd catch him looking lovingly at you when you giggle, making your heart race

He'd eventually ask you to dance, and it'd start slow but suddenly it'd be like a whole tango and he's dipping you, leaning over you and pressing his lips hard and clumsily to yours

It'd be quick but leave your lips tingling, staring up at him with stars in your eyes as he blushes a bit from the dramatic display

You'd sit back down and eat dessert but it's like the whole atmosphere between you would've changed. Suddenly you're both hyper, loud, chatty, and just so comfy and happy together

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Haemin:

It'd definitely be while you two are on a romantic walk or something, strolling alone together through the cool evening breeze, his hand eventually creeping into yours and intertwining your fingers

He'd suddenly stop and turn to you, grabbing your other hand and pulling you against his chest. He'd slowly look down at your lips, making sure you noticed and you'd be quick to close your eyes, picking up the hint

He wouldn't waste any time placing the most perfect, soft, romantic kiss to your lips, being respectful about taking things slow but his lips still moving against yours in a way that showed you he was needy

He wouldn't go too far being out in public, but once you get back to the dorm he'd be kissing you again in more of a way he wanted to, whispering to you how he's loved you for so long, his hands on your waist

The only reason he'd stop is because another member would catch you two, making you embarrassed and making haemin secretly annoyed

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Kyungmin:

He seems quite handsome and smooth on the outside, but one the inside he'd be so shy and nervous, almost forcing you to make a move because he simply wouldn't

His hands would be shaky but he'd be trying to play off his nervousness with charming words in his deep voice, the shake in his voice and red tint on his face giving away his true feelings

His breathing would get heavy as you lean closer, starting to close your eyes. He's so nervous because it's actually his first kiss, despite him seemingly like he'd be popular with the ladies

It'd be so perfectly clumsy, his lips slightly off centre to yours as his hands pat your arms, making you blush even harder

When he pulls away, he wouldn't be able to say anything at all, just stare, dazed. His brain would be in overdrive, trying to calm himself down while also screaming on the inside. When he finally snaps out of it, he'd bring your hand up to his lips, staring into your eyes as he kisses your knuckles and confesses

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Yungyu:

Wouldn't even do it on purpose. You'd just be talking to him and he'd tease you and you'd pout. He'd think you're so cute, he'd just grab your face and start planting kissed all over it, his finally kiss landing on your lips and causing you to squeak in shock

He's not a bad kisser either. You'd think he must've watched lots of videos on how to kiss, your train of thought then wandering to the possibility of him wanting to kiss you for a while

When he finally pulls away, you're stunned and watch as he slowly realises what he just did. He'd be frantically apologising, trying to explain himself with a face so red you fear he might have a fever. It'd be so charming, so him

You'd grab him by the collar, pulling him down to you and kissing him again, his eyes going wide at your sudden bold action

When you pull away, he's the one that's dazed, but in the end you both ended up incredibly red and embarrassed, staring at each other in silence

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Seungheon:

He's just a little guy with a little crush ☹️🤏His kiss would be so completely cute and innocent, soft and gentle, his hands shaking with nervousness and his whole face bright red

It'd be so sweet though, a kiss that makes you really feel so loved. Afterwards he'd be shy for a moment before proceeding to absolutely litter your face with kisses

He'd kiss your forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, jaw, all over your face. He'd just be so overwhelmed with his love for you, his heart beating in a way he's never felt before

I fear he'd also become quickly addicted, sneaking tiny pecks from you whenever he could.

You and all the members would just be all together. You'd be on the couch watching TV and suddenly he'd come up behind you, his arms around your shoulders, and start talking so lowly in your ear with his deep voice. He'd ask you about something trivial like what you want to eat before turning your face to give a peck to your lips. The members would just be so completely shocked. Their cute little maknae????? Doing that?????

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@hyunromi @chocoeon @hyunukitty @minjaezed @ihyeokzu @cake1box @chiiyuuvv

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[angelltheninth]

That is Not a Toy

Pairing: Clark Kent x Lois Lane

Tags: nsfw, smut, cunnilingus, power use, hair-pulling, size difference, condom use, banter, teasing, vibrating tongue

Word count: 0.9k

Ao3

A/N: The power to vibrate ones tongue would be the best power ever.

"Lois..." She heard her name spoken against her pussy, spoken in a tone so low one might mistake it for prayer. This was how Clark was every time, worshiping her with his mouth and godly tongue.

Each lick against her clit was accompanied with the tiniest sigh from him.

Clark was a very fast learner. From the overly eager and sloppy licking, sucking and kissing Lois experienced the first time they had sex he had mastered her body fully. Knew each spot that made the fellow reporters toes curl and her voice quiver. He knew all of her weak spots.

"Enjoying yourself down there, Smallville?" Lois looked down over the top of her breasts and saw Clark's blue eyes looking back at her, with his goofy grin on his lips, her juices on his chin and her legs thrown over his broad, mountain-like shoulders.

"Of course. Thought you could tell. I know for a fact you are." His tongue returned to her briefly to taste her again, small hips bucking against his huge but gentle grip. This was the only time he loved using his superhuman strength against her.

Lois loved it when he did, she actually hoped he would do it more in the future. He was a man with more power than any being on the planet, maybe the universe, and he chose to use it here, in her bed. "I'd have a better time if you stopped teasing me."

"Teasing?" His eyebrows hid innocently into his ruffled ink hair, "These are serious accusations miss Lane." She shuddered as Clark dragged his wet lips against her thigh, then back down, skipping her pussy entirely and doing the same to her other leg, the cold puffs of breath making her shake, "Utterly baseless ones at that. And as a reporter it's my job to get the truth out of you."

God he was such a big goof! This wasn't even dirty talk but Clark was saying it all while in between her legs!

"Then put that mouth back to work." Lois loved to tell him what to do in moments like this, it made her feel as strong as him when she watched him bend to her will with such enthusiasm. Her head fell back against her pillow again, cute, hot moans leaving her when Clark's mouth was back where she needed it most.

His licks were slow and deliberate, his tongue changing the amount of pressure as it approached her clit. That nub of nerve endings was one of his favorite spots to tease. An impatient whine pushed past her lips at each light lick turned firmer. Clark's mouth turned upwards until he was full on grinning.

"Lois, you taste so good here." His mouth opened wider, eyes closing as he started to leave more broad stripes up and down her pussy, eventually settling on just her clit.

"Clark." Unable to hold back she grabbed onto his hair, knowing she won't hurt him. Then she felt it. It was a familiar enough sensation because of the toys she used. But this... this wasn't a toy. This was Clark vibrating his tongue against her clit faster than any vibrator ever could. "Oh my god! Clark!" She didn't care if the whole building heard her orgasm.

Clark focused on the noise, on the taste, on the feeling of Lois tugging him closer by his hair. It was all so hot, he didn't want to stop doing this ever.

"Enough, Clark, enough, ah, Cl-" He'd lost track of time, too enamored with Lois to realize she was starting to shake more then she should. He let go of her clit with a wet pop, his tongue perfectly still and face wonderfully wet, "Holy shit Smallville. How long have you had that trick up your sleeve?"

"Didn't. I learned I could do it just now." Those soft blue eyes would be her undoing. She could almost see herself reflected in them, her mouth parted, her hair all messy from rubbing it against the pillow, fuck he could probably still hear her heartbeat too.

Hands that could crush steel slowly eased her legs down her shoulders and reached down to dispose of the... oh. It broke. Again.

"Darn it! This one too?" Clark pouted as he picked up the remains of the condom, wincing at the mess he made under him. He didn't even notice the stickiness on his stomach until now. "Guess I'll need and even stronger one. I'm sorry Lois."

"For what?" She asked, her brain still playing catch up, "Oh, that. Clark it's not your fault that human condoms can't take it when you come." Lois licked her lips, drawing her strength from sheer horniness to sit up and lean towards Clark's abs, "Now I get to lick these clean."

"Lois, oh wow!" The abs flexed as soon as her tongue came into contact. True she couldn't vibrate it like he could but she'd gotten more than enough praise for her tongue skills. Clark sat back, legs open, his cock still semi hard and pushing against her hand. Too thick to hold. He panted above her, strong chest heaving, his Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped as her tongue licked off every stray drop of his cum. "Y-You didn't have to do that."

Lois peaked up at him, moving her tongue against him as if to map out every inch of his perfect abs. "I couldn't resist either." Her control was barely there to begin with, she wanted to ride him until the Sun rose up. "We really need to find some good condoms. One that can handle this thing."

A loud groan sounded from above her when she tightened her grip on his cock. "I... I'll try my best!" He always did.

#clois #my adventures with superman #maws #clark kent #superman #lois lane #superman fanfiction #clois fanfic

[thedirtygridd]

FIFTY SHADES OF GASLY (PART 1)

WARNINGS: 18+, Strong Sexual content. Wildest one yet, prepare yourself.

(This one is inspired by an anonymous request..hope it lives up to your expectations!)

Summary - You are in a cheating scenario with Pierre Gasly. He has his own girlfriend and you have your own boyfriend, but somehow you always end up back with Pierre. You bring the worst out of each other. He takes you on a car journey, and you end up somewhere quiet…He then exerts his dominance over you.

“Get in” Pierre said out the window as he pulled up to the side of you in his car. The race weekend had just finished , and he was leaving the track as he pulled up beside you as you strolled down the pavement.

You ignored him, he had pissed you off today and weren’t going to let into him this easy again…or so you thought.

Pierre had just finished outside of the points in the race, he was tired and frustrated. And when he got frustrated, he found it difficult not to take it out on other people.

You had tried to console him straight after the race, but he snapped at you. So you left. You and Pierre weren’t in a relationship, you were just friends. You had a boyfriend of your own , and he had a girlfriend. But you somewhere had become more than friends recently.

“Please, come on. Get in, I’m sorry” he said yet again as he creeped the car alongside you.

You were starting to already want to give in and do as he said. You found him irresistible. Everything about him. Even when he was angry. This was all a game to you, and you wanted to frustrate him even more.

“Come on, don’t make me ask you again” he said, this time he sounded firmer. “Get in the fucking car”

You could tell he was angry now. Just what you wanted.

You stopped walking and opened the car door. You sat down beside him and closed the door behind you.

“Finally , what was that all about eh?” He asked, his facial expressions looking angry.

You turned and looked at him, you couldn’t help but smirk as you did. “Fuck, I love it when you’re angry with me” you said. You stated into his eyes, his charm already luring you in. Already turning you on. He was full of testosterone, especially after today.

“Oh you do, do you…” he responded, while smirking and briefly biting his lip. You admired the view of his sharp jawline and well shaven beard. The perfect man.

Yourself and Pierre had been cheating with each other. You loved the adrenaline rush of fucking in all the wrong places. You loved being wrong. You loved being bad people.

Pierre stepped on the gas. You loved it when he drove fast. He went onto the dark lanes outside the boundaries of the track. He knew the area well, considering it was Paul Ricard in France. He rushed up the dark lanes, just you two on the roads. You noticed his biceps tensing and twitching as he gripped the wheel. His hands clenched tightly as he steered. You wished they were on you. On your neck.

You eventually stopped on an empty, quiet hill, just you two and endless dark trees and fields. He switched the car off, all the lights went off outside, and he locked the door.

“Why have you stopped, Pierre?” You asked, confused.

He slowly lifted up his tshirt and took it off. He exposed his hard, ripped abs. His hairy, pumped chest and his hard biceps and wide shoulders. The scent of his sweat hit you as he lifted the t-shirt over his head, exposing his armpits. Part of you relished the smell of his scent, as disgusting as it may sound. He smelt manly and full of testosterone.

“You’re still sweaty baby…” you mentioned. “Have you not even showered yet?”

He finished taking the shirt off and threw it in the back. The smell of his warm armpits hit you as he did it. He responded “what’s the point in washing before what I’m gonna do to you?”

He looked you up and down, taking in the sight of your body. You could tell he was already thinking of what he was going to do to you. “Take off your clothes” he said firmly.

“What? Now? In the car?” You asked, confused at what he was doing

“Don’t make me ask twice, take them off” he said again, even firmer this time.

So you did. You slowly slid your dress and top off, your bra next, followed by your tights that you had been wearing all day.

As you did this, you noticed how Pierre had taken all but his boxer shorts off, you noticed how his shaft was already hard at the sight of you. You tried not to stare for too long.

He slowly brushed his hard, masculine hands over your legs, which still had the black glossy tights on. His hands slid over your feet, over your thighs

“You know how much I love you wearing these tights” he chuckled. His every movement of his fingers arousing you more and more. One hand now grabbed one of your breasts as he did it. “Take them off for me” he added.

So you did. You delicately slipped your legs and feet out of your tights. He watched as you did. “Pass them here” he demanded.

Before you could respond, he had already taken them from you. “Now take your panties off…. and touch yourself” he added.

As you slipped your panties off, Pierre had pressed your sweaty tights against his face. He took deep breathes as he took in the scent of your legs, feet and more... You started touching yourself as he did it. You felt how you were already dripping wet, the anticipation was killing you.

Next, Pierre moved closer to you and slid his own two fingers into your mouth. You took a moment to suck on the taste of them, before he pushed them further down your throat.

“You’re gonna do as I say aren’t you eh? You’ll be a good girl for me won’t you? He asked as he gagged you on his thick fingers. You felt saliva build up as he did it, and it slowly dripped down your face.

He then proceeded to remove his fingers, which were now covered in spit. He rubbed them slowly around your face, instantly messing up your makeup. Your face quickly becoming wet. He always enjoyed making a mess, he liked to use you as his dirty girl. He then slid the same fingers deep inside of you.

“Ah, s-s-shit…” you gasped.

He didn’t hold back , he fingered you fast and hard. You admired the sight of his biceps tending up as he fingered you.

He did this for a good few minutes, the car was starting to steam up and get sweaty. You had forgotten about where you were , you were just so caught up in the moment. As always was the case with this incredible man.

Pierre slid his fingers out from inside you and grabbed your neck with them. You felt his pressure hold you as he kissed your mouth. “Suck me off baby” he added.

He dragged you by the hair over to his hard cock, and immediately shoved you down onto it. He gagged you on it for as long as he could, your nails digging into his thighs as you gasped for breath. His cock felt rock hard, and tasty - so salty. You could taste all the precum that was oozing out of his tip, and you could feel all his pumping veins pulsing on your tongue.

“Get in the back” he said. He pulled you off him and pushed you between the front seats over onto the back seats. As you climbed over, he took the chance to slap your ass cheek. His slap hurt, but it felt good. You were so aroused, and so ready to be used by your man. You wondered what your boyfriend might think, and then you realised you didn’t care. You wanted Pierre.

“Fuck me Pierre. Please. Fuck me hard” you begged him. As you turned around, legs open to position yourself for him, you saw how Pierre had now placed your panties on his face. His nose right in the centre of them. He sniffed on them as he looked at you, before lowering them to his hard cock and using them to stroke himself a few times.

He positioned himself on the backseats and entered you. He stretched your tight walls as he did it. He was much larger than your boyfriend, and much girthier. His tip was harder as well. As he fucked you from on top, you took the opportunity to glide your hands over his tensed up abs. Every time he thrust in and out of you , you felt them clench up and grind against each other. You were surprised you couldn’t hear them grinding against one another as he fucked you. They were like rocks inside of his skin clenching together. The feeling of them crushing your hands as they got caught up in between each crevice.

The feeling of his abs , together with his cock inside you, instantly made you squirt on him. Your juices covering the backseat. Neither of you stopped. You were so used to Pierre making you cum. It happened multiple times per fuck. He got you in ways other men couldn’t even dream.

Pierre grabbed your neck again as he thrust, and then spit on your face. He repeated this a few times, you felt warm splats on your face, and some in your mouth. His tongue licked your neck, his saliva covering you as he did it. You felt sweat dripping off his ripped chest as he fucked you.

“Fuck your so sweaty” you said to him

“You love it…dirty slut. You’re my dirty slut.” he responded.

You did love him sweating, you couldn’t deny it. You smothered your hands over his hairy chest, you felt the slime of his sweat build up on your fingers as you did it. You then sucked on your fingers and admired the salty taste. He tasted too good.

“Fuck…Pierre…I love being your slut” you added

“You’re so much fucking tighter than my girlfriend” Pierre gasped in your ear as he tried to catch his breath.

“You’re not going to be tight when I’m done with you” he added.

Pierre flipped you over and onto your front, he pushed you up onto the side of the soaking wet windows. The car was so sweaty and steamy now.

You felt Pierre enter you from behind, you were almost in a doggy position, but not quite due to how tight the car was. He loved fucking you in doggy. He loved to fuck you while sliding his wet fingers into your ass. And that’s what he did next. You felt him enter both your holes. The feeling too intense to even comprehend. You were so high off him. So high of this incredible male being.

He was rough. He didn’t hold back. You felt him push as far as he could inside you. You squirted yet again , this time he commented “fuck yeah , squirt for me. Squirt for daddy”

He then slapped your ass cheek hard yet again. Your juices now covered the back seats of the car. The smell of his sweat filled the air.

He pulled you back down and onto your back, firmly pushing himself back inside you as he lay on top. You noticed he now had something in his hand. A bottle.

“What’s that?” You asked as he slowly thrust inside you.

He opened the lid, didn’t respond to you, and proceeded to pour it over you.

It was oil. Thick, slimy, warm oil. He poured what felt like gallons of it over you. The back seats now completely ruined. He emptied at least half of the bottle onto you, and used his hands to spread it over your tits.

He slowly rested his chest, and hard abs onto you as he fucked. You felt your bodies slipping and sliding over each other in the oil.

You used your own hands to spread oil over his muscly back. You felt every crook and cranny on his back with your fingers. You smothered the oil into his sweat.

This caused you to cum yet again.

“Fuck I’m close baby” he said as he pulled out.

He lay onto his back in front of you. His hairy, muscly legs spread open in front of your eyes as he positioned them around you. “Finish me off…start at the bottom and work your way up”

You did as he said. He closed his eyes as he rested his arms behind his head. You took your hands and placed them on his oily legs. You slowly glided your tongue up his sweaty, hairy, thick legs and then all the way up his thighs. You arrived at his cock but bypassed it - you wanted his abs first. You used your hand to jerk him off as you savoured the taste and feeling of his oily abs. As you did it you felt his cock slowly tense up, his groans slowly get louder and louder. “F-fuck” he said as he bit his lip.

Your left hand , and tongue, were smothering his abs as you felt them tense up. Your right hand jerked his shaft as you felt it explode. You continued jerking through the hard pulses as his cock shot out beads of his very own hot, white cum. His milk splatted all over his abs. It was the biggest load you had ever seen. It would’ve easily made any girl pregnant. He was such a fertile and dominant man.

He eventually stopped shooting, and he ordered you to clean him up. Your tongue smothered his abs yet again, you felt his cum build up on your tongue as you slid it over him. He tasted good as well. Much better than your boyfriend.

You then finished by placing your head on his hard chest which was still covered in both of your sweat , oil and cum. He placed his hand on your head and slowly brushed on your hair

“Fuck that was good…next time I’m gonna cum inside you and fill your pretty tight pussy up. I’ll breed you like a slut”

“Use me how you want baby” you responded. You didn’t care what he did to you, everything he did was perfect.

You loved how you both wanted to be as wild as possible. You both lived off pure fucking. You were so high on him when your bodies were combined into one.

“Now where am I going to get this car cleaned?….Fuck….” Pierre mentioned while realising what a mess he had just made.

You both chuckled as you lay in the backseat of the car, still high on what had just happened.

You wanted more.

End of Part 1.

#pierre gasly #pierre gasly smut #formula one #pierre gasly imagine #hotguys #so hot 🔥🔥🔥 #hotmen #cars #fanfic #fantasy men #car journeys #sweaty guys #fitguys

[drxppingrxses]

Imagine if you had this new lesbian friend that invited you to hang out at her place, except you didn't know that she had this hidden obsession for you masking it in friendship. So when you go over to her place to hang out, you both decide you're gonna watch a movie together, so she hands you the remote to choose one. She leaves to go to the kitchen and you hear her ask you if you want want some juice to which you reply sure. The thing is, you don't know that she slips an aphrodisiac pill in both drinks. So she comes back into the room and hands you yours, and you notice her smirk as she comes around to sit next to you. You end up choosing a show that you've been wanting her to watch with you, and time goes by and you both have eventually sat through one episode and have already finished both your drinks. You don't notice the glances she takes over at you from time to time during that first episode, but you do notice the heat building between your thighs...even your face is feeling flushed and you can't help but start fixating on the feeling as the next episode starts.

Suddenly your friend speaks to you, "How're you feeling right now?" Which makes you turn to her.

"I'm doing alright...but do you mind if we continue this next episode later? I'm feeling a bit feverish all of a sudden." You say in the hopes to excuse yourself to rub yourself off in the bathroom.

"No, I don't mind..." She turns the TV off, leaving you two in the dim lights of the kitchen in the back. You shift to get up, but suddenly, her hands come forward and place a piece of black ducked tape over your mouth, then swiftly, one hand grabs your throat and pushes you back into the couch, forcing you to sit. She comes closer, and you sit shocked and confused at her intentions.

"You're not gonna be going anywhere babe..." She speaks over your confused exclamation. You feel her free hand reach down and under your skirt and her fingers travel past your panties to feel your bare pussy. You struggle against her grip on your throat, but she squeezes you firmer in place. An o forms on her lips when she feels how wet your pussy is and she let's her fingers move up and down your sickness.

"Oh fuckkk honey, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you..." She speaks breathlessly before releasing your neck. You get up quickly as you move to push her away but she's much taller than you and she forces you to turn around and grabs a hold of your throat once more. She uses her body weight to push you onto the couch again, onto your knees. You feel her two fingers return to your pussy, going past your panties again and you feel them firmly rub against the outside of your wet hole.

"You're mine you know that..all fucking mine to use." She tortures you with her words before she licks you up your neck.

"Ever since we started being friends, you'd fucking turn me on, teasing me. You've been torturing me with your gorgeous sexy little body and that sweet face of yours, did you really think this wasn't going to happen to you?" She says cruelly before she pierces your tight hole with two fingers. You moan through the tape, your head leaning back against her. She pushes them all the way inside.

"You're so fucking tight Nebula, holy fuckk your pussy is allll mine to abuse." She moves her fingers inside to feel around before she starts pounding your wet hole. The room is now replaced with the sound of your gagged moans and the wetness of your pussy being slammed into. She moans into your ear as she's co.pletely violating you...it's making her pussy soak up just as much as yours being able to finally fucking have you. She speeds up fucking you while her grasp on your throat remains firm, making you dizzy. You couldn't help it when your body betrayed you and your pussy cums so hard against her fingers you saw stars. Your body becoming limp against her as she continued thrusting her fingers in and out. You were so sensitive and she wasn't stopping so you began struggling against her again, which made her push you down onto the couch, faced down. She pulled at your legs harshly for you to be closer to her and you felt her tongue spear into your pussy. Your hands tried pushing her head away but she grabbed both your wrists and held them into the couch as she continued to pound into your wet hole with her tongue. You squirmed and moaned and squealed through the tape, which was ecstacy to her ears and only encouraged her tongue. She pulls out and laughs at your attempts to struggle.

"Think you're gonna escape me? Oh there's many ways I'm going to be using you. Struggle all you want, you're never getting out of this. Like I said you're all mine.." So instead of piercing your pussy with her tongue she chooses to taste on your sweet ass. Tasting on the outside before she pushes it inside and begins pounding you there which makes you exclaim, your hands still being held in place. She enjoys feeling you struggle and squirm against her as she abuses your ass. She pulls out and you feel her grab both your wrists with her one hand. She uses her other hand to spread your ass and she spits a glob there to lube you up. She brings her index finger to your hole and start to rub,

"Mm!!!" You exclaim and shake your head.

"No? Is that what you're trying to say to me?" She smacks your ass hard three times before she brings her index back and she pushes it slowly inside. Once her knuckle makes contact with your ass she starts pounding you there too and she smirks up at your squirming.

"You know...I'm being nice to you right now. Sooner than later, you're going to be begging for this side of me again. You want me to give you a reason to want to struggle?" She mocks you before she fits a second finger in making your voice break behind the tape. You can't help but fall a limp moaning mess as she pushes in and out of you with a sick grin on her lips. She licks on your ass cheek as she pounds you and rests her head on your cheek to watch up closely the way she's claiming your hole, your wrists still tightly held down. She pushes them all the way inside and wiggles her fingers one more time before she pulls out.

"You take my fingers so well my little slut, but I'm just warming you up for this..." and you hear her reach for something out of the drawer and you see that it's a see through plug for your ass.

"Don't you dare fight me or I will make this much worse and you regret it baby..." You feel her push it up against your asshole and you moan loudly as she makes it fit all the way inside.

"Gooood girl, that's my good girl. Now.." You feel her grab ahold of you turning you around and lifting you up and over her shoulder. She takes you with her to the bedroom, your body limp as you feel the length in your ass. She places you onto the bed on your back and you watch her unzip her pants and pull them off exposing her long and girthy see through strap, a scary sight and eventhough you secretly enjoyed everything she did to claim you, brain washing you to be her slut, you didn't think her stap would actually fit.. She sees you looking, she smirks at you as she comes onto the bed on her knees and takes your tape off.

"For this, I wanna hear you baby.." And before she could give back down to your legs to spread them, you brought your leg up and pushed her away with your foot.

"That's not going to fit inside me, you can't!" You back up on the bed, your pussy juice spilling in the sheets as you move. She looks angry at you for a moment before she grabs your ankle and pulls you back down to her forcefully.

"You're going to fucking regret that, and I promise you I'm going to make my cock fit all the way inside your sweet little pussy." She smacks your face and squeezes your nipples and pulls at them harshly. She pins you to the bed and holds both your wrists above your head as she uses her other hand to rub her tip against your slickness. Teasing your clit with it and using your juice to wet your clit. She brings her tip and aligns it against your entrance, she makes eye contact with you before and just as she starts pushing it in. Your face contort with the pleasure and pain of being forced to stretch for her cock, it slides in deeper little by little to the point you moan and you say,

"Ahh fuckk!!! It's too deep inside!" You pant and she leans up, not allowing any to slip out.

"No no honey, it's going to all fit inside you like I promised you. Just for me okay? Keep those legs nice and wide for me." She grabs your wrists and pulls them down towards her making you scream and moan out as she forces your hole to completely take the length of her strap.

"Oooooh fuck baby, fuck your hole is so tight!! I can't take it." And she pushes a button that makes the strap begin to vibrate deep inside you as well as vibrate against her clit. You both moan out at the sudden vibration. She's over you in missionary, her hands pinning your wrists into the bed as she lets herself thrust in and out of you. The rest of the night she continues to use you like this, at some points covering your mouth to hear the wetness of your pussy as you get slapped into harshly. Making you orgasm by force multiple times, making you squirt all over the sheets as you both become panting messes, melting into eachother as she fucks you into her own personal little love slave.

Are you trying to make me short circuit bc holy fuck--- apparently you're messing with me just as much as I am you, hmm? I like this little game...

Such detailed reactions, I love this story. You're 100% correct about me putting up a struggle, my muffled moans and screams would certainly fill the room until you decided to let me moan aloud.

You must be pretty strong if you think you can pin me, don't forget I lift people for a living;) I'd like to see you try to subdue me tbh, that would be a scene I think we'd both enjoy...

Make me cum twice and I'm a panting and whining mess, I don't know what it is- but I can't seem to handle more than twice without becoming an absolute slut. Oops.

You're peaking my curiosity🤨🤔

#lesbian #wlw nsft #lesbian nsft #sapphic nsft #nsft lesbian #wlw #nsft asks

[vickyvicarious]

❤️‍🩹: What normal or innocuous thing has their past ruined for them? Are they attempting to remedy this?

(pick your favorite Dracula character for this)

Pick my favorite character? Ha! I refuse. Here, have a collection of post-book characters:

Jonathan - Strong handshakes. It might sound silly, or at least he thinks it sounds silly (Dracula rarely ever held his hand yet a hand on his shoulder etc doesn't bother him in the same way as handshakes, even though none of the grips he encounters among humans are strong enough to feel the same), but after several instances where someone's firm business shake sends him to the edge of a panic attack, he starts trying to find ways to avoid shaking hands. He develops something of an eye for who is likely to have a firmer handshake and tries especially to avoid it with them, coming up with other ways to lead the conversation along or other gestures of greeting. He almost never refuses a handshake when it's offered (that would be too rude) but tries to ensure it isn't offered to begin with.

Mina - For a while, red wine. Specifically, when it left any kind of trace on her lips after drinking it. She can watch other people drink it just fine, she can drink white wine, but a red she can't abide. It's not about the winepress comment or even the sight of Dracula's lips red with blood, but the memory of her own. It makes her feel unclean and wrong. She does try to get over this and for the most part succeeds eventually, at least to the point that she can drink it, but she still prefers other beverages much more and wouldn't seek it out.

Arthur - He can't play tennis anymore. It's not something that really comes up very often, since most of his friends aren't as sporty or at least not in that way. But he just feels physically sick at the very idea. Some of his best memories with Lucy are of games together... some of his last memories of her happy and strong, too. He can only associate it with everything that's been lost and he hates it now. He will never get rid of their old gear, but he will also never play again. He is not interested in changing that.

Jack - Whenever he's tired, he doesn't put sugar in his tea. He used to always do so. He in fact prefers it sweeter and usually puts in more than most people. But he associates sugar with Renfield now, and with distance he starts to feel guilty at how he handled pretty much everything to do with him. In a way, it's silly, because the sugar wasn't even one of the special treatments from Jack, just Renfield saving up the amount he got with his meals like every other patient. But it's where it all began in a way, and it just reminds him of all his screw-ups and he can't eat it. Most of the time he tries to make himself do so anyway, logic himself out of it and not change his habits, but when he's sick or tired or emotional he just can't.

van Helsing - The cold. Ever since that trip through the mountains in early November, he can't stand the cold. He doesn't ever talk about it, just bundles up hugely and if anyone ever comments he makes a joke about his old bones. He likes to spend cold days inside by a warm fire.

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send me a heart for a headcanon

#dracula daily spoilers #dracula daily #inbox games #also? sleep. at least a fair bit of the time. less eventually but it's never fully free of risk of nightmares. more so for some than others #but all of them really #jonathan harker #mina murray #arthur holmwood #jack seward #van helsing #polycula #anonymous #replies #(btw. strangers or unfamiliar people usually for jonathan's handshake thing. friends/cowboys are typically okay)

[ghouliaxghuleh]

As Above, So Below

// Chapter One \\

Pairing(s): Papa Emeritus III/Reader, Mary Goore/Reader (Eventual) Tags: Discussion of Death, Angst, Mostly set up for later chapters tbh. SFW (not for long, i promise) Word Count: 3.7K Summary: Right before his death, Terzo asks you to protect something for him. Fast forward a few years and you're still in possession of a strange magical box that cannot be opened on your own. However, on one very strange day, it all changes when you cross a line with Papa Emeritus the Fourth, and he sends you down to the catacombs...

 You think about your last conversation with Papa Emeritus the Third often. It plagues your mind the way a bad after taste lingers in your mouth long after consumption, leaving you with a bitterness that's both hungry and suffocating. It was one that only made sense now in grief, the hidden meaning of his carefully chosen words clearer to your wiser ears. Terzo was an open book yet shrouded in mystery, never truly revealing his true wants or motivations. The way he danced around the topic in conversations had led highly ranking members of the clergy to underestimate him, but you knew the truth.

Terzo was clever, there was no man nor devil whom he couldn't convince to do his bidding. Yet he stood before you that night a desperate, broken man, closer to human than you'd ever seen him, and it felt like sobering up after a night of heavy drinking. Everything that came before felt like a fairytale shrouded in a translucent veil when standing in the pale light of a backstage dressing room.

He spoke of his impending death so casually and nonchalantly, if you hadn't been paying attention, you might have thought he was speaking on the tour.

"I feel a storm coming, Sorella," His smokey voice called out to you from across the room, mismatched gaze staring at you from the dirty mirror on the wall.

The adrenaline of the pre-ritual was gone, the light overhead flickering as the atmosphere in the room began to shift with Terzo's mood. You could see the trouble brewing behind his blue-green eye, the concern he tried so desperately to hide. To someone who didn't know the middle Emeritus brother, they might have mistaken his expression was one of annoyance, but many nights spent in close proximity led you to the truth in his character, the mysterious front man.

"Papa, does something worry you?"

You knew the answer already, but you could see the way the muscles in Terzo's shoulders tensed when you stepped closer. Compared to his brothers, he was kind and comforting, but he was still the devil's son. He was flighty, prone to acting on impulse to avoid situations he got himself into. You wondered if he would flee now, uncomfortable in the solitude of the dressing room.

"For just a moment," He said, voice soft and his eyes flickered up to meet yours, "let me speak."

You waited behind him patiently, feeling the nerves wash over you as he turned away from the mirror, slowly stalking towards you, muscles shifting beneath the material of his stage costume. His gloved hands grasped yours, the white silk soft against your palms as he rubbed comforting circles against the back of your hand.

"When we get back to the Ministry, I need you to do a favor for Papa, ey? It is very important," Terzo's eyes were pinned on yours, hands gripping yours a bit firmer as his lips titled down in a slight frown.

"There is something I need you to keep safe for me," His hands released yours, one slipping into your hair to cradle the back of your head. "A wooden box in the chapel, beneath the floorboards by the altar. Imperator cannot have it, nor the Cardinal, or Nihil. I need you to keep this secret for me, Sorella."

"Of course, Papa."

Your response was breathless as he pressed soft kisses against your exposed throat, lips trembling but not enough to draw attention. You could feel his staggered breath against your throat and foolishly mistook it for lust as Terzo pulled your body against his, his nose buried in your hair.

"There is someone else with the key, but promise me until the time comes, you'll keep it safe, okay?"

He kissed you that night as if he was going to be the last time he ever would - mostly, because it was. You didn't realize it at the time, how rapidly your lover was being ripped from your arms. When he took the stage that night as Papa Emeritus the Third, you hadn't expected him to leave it Terzo, yanked from his pillar by the ministry and whisked away without so much as a goodbye. In the rush of confusion and chaos, you hadn't realized Nihil had taken the stage, too busy chasing the clergymen through the maze of twisting concert hallways.

It was too late, however. Terzo knew that - but you didn't. The moment he stepped onto the stage it was over, perhaps even before that. From that point on, the sun never shined as brightly, nor felt as warm against your skin. The flowers did not bloom so brightly or as long, and the leaves from the tree shriveled fast as winter came early. Papa Emeritus the Third was beheaded in the night, and his elder brothers followed him to the grave immediately afterwards.

A new era had come upon the ministry and with it, and usurper.

Pale light washed through the elegant stained-glass windows of the ministry, casting a mirage of muted colors across the cold stone floors and up the engraved walls. The morning was quiet as the cold December chill seeped through the walls, the clock on the wall ahead of you displaying the time as 7:58 AM. It was only a short walk to the chapel from your small room, so you weren’t worried about being late as you stepped out into the hallway. You quickly made sure your habit was in place, glancing over your shoulder as you grew weary of Sister’s Imperator’s presence. Or, more precisely – the lack of it.

You were used to her lurking in the hallways on the mornings of sermons, ready to punish any sibling that happened to stumble out of bed late. She seemed particularly keen on catching you, however. It seemed impossible to evade her watchful eye. Imperator had always been a bit of a pain in the ass, but since Copia had taken over as Papa Emeritus, she seemed to gain delight in being allowed to punish as she pleased. All of your siblings knew that it didn’t matter what she didn’t – Papa would forgive her. He always did.

On a day such as this one, however, her disappearance was unnerving. It was a Hunter’s Moon tonight; therefore, the morning’s sermon would be a very important one. There was no doubt in your mind that Papa would choose a prime mover, a title you’d once respected and coveted. The very idea of being chosen as his prime mover, however, left you slowing in your pace as you approached the chapel.

It was not that you had issues with Copia – in fact, since ascending the papacy, you’ve found him more tolerable. His newfound confidence and time on tour had refined him into a man more benefiting to lead the ministry. The siblings had come to love him, and the word of Ghost was reaching a broader audience than it ever had. Truly, he was a good Papa, but the idea of pledging yourself to him eternally left you with a sense of persistent unease.

It was like an itch you couldn’t scratch, a nagging headache that wouldn’t go away. You were careful to avoid spending too much time in the light of Copia, weary of drawing his attention. He knew that you had pledged yourself to his predecessor, you could tell by the way he looked at you with an expression of pity. No, he would not take you as his prime mover. Besides, it was in poor taste to take the prime mover of a predecessor, and Copia was a man much concerned with his reputation.

You forced yourself onward, pushing the thought of prime movers and the past away from your mind as you entered the chapel. Many of your siblings were already sitting, chatting quietly to themselves. There was a small spot in the second to last row open, and you quickly scooted in, scanning the crowd for any sign of Imperator, who might have caught you sneaking in. Yet, among the crowd of habits and vestments, you don’t find her familiar form. More alarming, even Nihil seems to scan the crowd with a distant expression of worry as he sits next to the altar, oxygen tank rattling noisily.

You looked at the sibling beside you, a newly confirmed sister who seemed to beam in the dim candlelight, gripping the edges of the dark bench excitedly as she extended her neck to gaze above the sea of heads.

“Excuse me, Sister,” You asked, voice quiet and almost lost in the conversations around you.

The girl looked, bright eyes filled with curiosity as she smiled, “Yeah?”

“Have you seen Imperator this morning? It was strange not to see her in the hallways on the way here.”

The sister looked into the distance, mouth parting as she thought quietly. You couldn’t recall ever meeting the sibling before, but you were sure you’d seen her a handful of times in passing. She’d come back with Papa after the Imperatour, and though it had sent Imperator into a fit for several hours, she’d been allowed to stay and as far as you knew, had spent the time laying low. Papa seemed relatively indifferent towards her as he was you, but she seemed excited to see him.

“I don’t think I have,” She said after a moment, returning her eyes to yours, “maybe she’s out right now.”

It seemed too good to be true to imagine that Imperator would leave you alone after so long of breathing down your neck, but you had little time to ask the sister more as Papa stepped up to the stone altar, the energy in the chapel steadily rising.

“Sathanas, isn’t he beautiful, Sister,” She whispered from beside you.

You looked upon the face of Papa Emeritus the Fourth and tried to find something beautiful amongst the painted features. Sure, it was there, yet every man seemed so dull in comparison to Terzo, who wore his age with confidence and spoke with elegance and determination in every word. Perhaps to some Copia’s endearing nature was charming or beautiful, but to you it was nothing more than awkward.

Even as Papa, you couldn’t help but see the Cardinal who used to ride around the hallways on a tricycle. Whatever had happened to him in the wake of the tour, however, changed him in a way that made him almost unrecognizable. He seemed to shape shift with his ascension, shedding the persona of the cardinal and stepping into a new one.

“Long Live Papa Emeritus.”

The chant rang heavily in the smokey chapel as incense filled the room. The morning light was filling the room with a dreamlike wash of color as Copia stepped behind the altar, pausing briefly to gaze upon the stone statue of the Unholy One. There was a pleasant buzzing that seemed to run along the floor, the result of the upcoming hunter’s moon. Everything was stronger, magic more potent and every ritual ten times deadlier. It was both a night of celebration and one to fear, for an unguarded sibling could fall prey to an attack by the ghouls.

In a place where sin was celebrated and often encouraged, there had to be some sort of structure that kept people from doing whatever they wanted. At the start of Secondo’s reign, he’d made it clear that sin was encouraged so long as it wasn’t hurting anyone (at least without their consent). On a night such as a hunter’s moon, however, all bets were off as the ghoul’s became something more animalistic and dangerous.

It was not a night to be running around alone in the abbey. There were precautions in place, curfews carefully placed yet loosely followed. There would be no help, either. Tonight, Papa would take part in his own rituals with his prime mover, oblivious to the chaos that might erupt around him. Without Imperator either, you couldn’t help but gulp nervously as Copia began his sermon.

The haze of grief had made the last few months feel like sleepwalking. You stood in the midst of the fall without remembering the summer, or the spring. How long had it been since you were conscious of your day, took delight in the little things that once fascinated you, since you walked in Primo’s gardens and felt the warm sunshine against your cool skin? Life before felt so far away now; it seemed as though you only blinked and suddenly Copia had become Papa, and Terzo was entered into the catacombs beneath the ministry.

There was once a time you were permitted to lounge beside his tomb, but Imperator grew impatient and Copia, pliant as ever, had sternly yet softly asked you not to spend any more time in the catacombs. After a few weeks, you’d noticed the entrance to the third Emeritus’ brother’s tomb had been sealed with several padlocks. The message had been sent loud and clear, but it didn’t stop your longing, nor the festering rot that had begun to take hold in your gut.

In your sunless world you were wilting like a flower, crumbling at the seams as fresh roots tried pathetically to take hold of the new soil. There were no goodbyes, no grandiose ceremonies or period of mourning. It was true, you didn’t really take issue with Copia, but you found yourself locked in a persistent bitterness towards him that seemed to swell with each passing day. He might not have swung the sword that beheaded Terzo or killed the other brothers, but you held suspicions that he knew, or was at least slightly complicit.

It was a common rumor amongst the siblings around the ministry. Gossip was a commodity during the cold weather, the rapidly chilling air forcing you all inside. Cabin fever was inevitable, and every year the same rumors seemed to roll back around just as the seasons did. They ranged from harmless – such as one you’d heard last year about Primo tending to a secret flower garden, or that Secondo had a secret interest in romance novels (but if you ever asked, he would have denied it, or said that he was too busy to read.

Then, there were the darker ones, passed in hushed voices at cramped tables during lunch. They always left you looking over your shoulder as you left, paranoid of silly gossip. You’d heard at least a dozen times that the ghouls ate people – siblings that crossed them, or naïve newcomers who did not know, or that siblings who misbehaved enough were used as sacrifices. There was one, however, that ignited a fire in your body so intense it was though every ounce of your blood had reached a boiling point.

You first heard it last winter. A fierce snowstorm had kept you in for almost three weeks at that point, and even Imperator seemed to grow antsy with claustrophobia. The large ministry had seemed to shrink during your isolation, and there was hardly a moment of silence to be found amongst the many hallways. The sun had set hours ago, the night young as you gathered around a small fire in a common area with three other Sisters. You’d spent the last hour trading stories of various excursions with other siblings, the ghouls, and of course, Papa.

You tried not to grimace when they spoke in detail of Copia’s prowess, thankful for the inclusion in the late-night chat and desperate for the company. It wasn’t that you particularly enjoyed being around others, but you did miss the companionship. It was relaxing, a moment of respite amid a long winter. It wasn’t longer after that the conversation fell short, a brief moment of silence passing between the three of you before one of the girls, Catherine, spoke.

Her voice was soft as she stared at the crackling fire, light hair almost amber in the orange glow as her dark eyes watched the open flame dance.

“I heard this in the hallways, when I was helping Imperator clean her office late one evening,” She began, her voice wavering as she glanced over at you, “it was some of Terzo’s ghouls. I haven’t seen much of them these days, so I was surprised.”

You’d perked up at the mention of Terzo, your abrupt movement noticed by the other sisters as they casted a swift glance in your direction. It was true, since Terzo’s death that many of his ghouls had returned to hell, choosing to leave rather than follow Copia. Some had stayed, taking new names with pride despite joyously tormenting the cardinal just months prior.

“One of them said it was Copia who ordered the deaths of the previous Papas.” “Imperator would never allow that,” One of the other sister’s spoke, her voice riddled with disbelief. “No, not if it didn’t benefit her.”

Tense silence fell on the room as you all came to a mutual conclusion. At first the notion that the quiet cardinal could somehow be a murderer seemed impossible, but the Imperator – you’d never been able to quite figure her out. You could admit that she was motivated her own wants, but did her loyalty to Nihil keep her murdering his son, if it somehow helped her?

Your eyes found Copia’s, his intense gazed settle intently on you as he finished his sermon. You watched them narrow beneath his face paint, confusion flashing briefly on his features before returning to neutrality, returning to his spot behind the altar.

“It is an important night, my children. He has gifted us a beautiful moon, go forth into the evening and celebrate in sin. We shall bring about a new era to this ministry, and to this world, so it his will.”

Around you, siblings begin to stand as the chatter returns, the mass concluded. You quickly tried to emerge yourself into the crowd, desperate to escape Copia’s watchful eyes as they followed you. It was though he had sensed your thoughts from across the chapel, your stomach twisting as siblings crowded around the exit. You couldn’t escape him fast enough, the echo of his footsteps followed by the excited murmurs sending your heart into a frenzy.

“Sister Trinity,” Copia’s smooth voice glided across the crowded like the wind did, sweeping over the chaos and capturing the attention of the majority of the crowd.

It was the moment people had been waiting for – his chosen prime mover. There’s a sigh of disappointment amongst some of the other siblings as the chosen sister stepped forward, her face bright and smile wide as she approached Papa. His attention shifted to her, eyes finally leaving yours. You took advantage of the distracted bodies around you, slipping between them and out into the nearly empty hallways outside the chapel. The moment you crossed the threshold it was hold as though a weight lifted from your chest, and you heaved in a deep breath, sucking the air in through your nose and holding it for a moment, willing your racing heart to slow.

You were thankful, at least, since Copia’s selection of a prime mover meant he had less time to worry about you. You weren’t used to being watched so intently by him, having grown used to the subtle coldness you attributed to your relationship with the youngest brother. Feeling his eyes on you throughout the sermon only heightened the unease you felt when you first stepped out of your room.

Against your better judgement, you let yourself slip back into thought, heading back towards your room to prepare for your duties. The sun had risen higher in the sky, the colors of the stained glass brighter against the ministry floor as you pondered the worst. You were prone to overthinking, which Terzo had tried desperately to free you of. Even his kindest words and softest touches could not drive out the worry that had been steadily nagging at you.

It'd been years since he left you now, and you haven’t gotten any closer to figuring out what he meant, or why he wanted you to protect that old box so badly. You’d found it one evening after Copia had left for tour, the Imperator away to see the cardinal off at the start of the tour. You’d taken advantage of the solitude and slipped into the chapel late one night, quickly locating the loose floorboard.

It was locked and, just as his tomb, presumably enchanted with magic to keep the wrong person from trying to pry it open. It was clear to you upon first looking at it that it wasn’t something you were going to be open, so you quickly replaced the floorboard and cradled the box in your arms in a blanket as you returned to your room. For a while, the secrets of it had enchanted you, allowing the hope of opening it one day to motivate you in the days following his death.

As the months passed on, you’d steadily shoved it into the back of your mind, nestling it safely beneath the floorboards under your bed. Every sibling had their own hiding place, most known to the Imperator but she’d foolishly believed she found your ages ago. Not even your closest friends knew about the box, quietly under your floor. Terzo trusted you to keep it safe, specifically from Copia, Imperator, and Nihil. What it contained that he wanted to hide from them so badly was beyond you. Sometimes you wondered why he had not trusted such a task to one of his ghouls, who had followed him since the day he became Papa. You never had time to ask him, of course, before he died.

You entered your room and immediately crawled under the bed to retrieve the item, a thin layer of dust and dirt covering the surface that you quickly brushed away. There was a barely noticeable vibration coming from it, as if coming to life in the warmth of your palms. It was the only thing you truly had left of him, the only thing that Copia did not know about.

You’ve kept it safe all this time, but the wait was starting to weigh in you, hope rapidly dwindling as you came upon another arduous winter. What other option was there, however?

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[clarepreed]

Mud

Short Story Summary and Content: 5,100 words. Northerner Nikki may not survive her first mudding date with her Southern boyfriend. Suffocation/drowning and on-site resuscitation. Features Zoll AutoPulse.

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“So… we’re riding these things down a muddy trail and into a muddy field and spending the day getting covered in mud?” Nikki eyed the four-wheeler askance and tugged on her old, red-and-blue leggings.

“That’s about it.” Caleb grinned at her. “I swear it’s fun.”

“I guess I’m about to see for myself. Are we wearing helmets?”

“Nah, you don’t need one. Everything’s so muddy it’s like falling in melted ice cream. But I won’t tip us over.” He stepped close to her and snaked his arm around her waist, resting his palm against the bare skin between her leggings and sports bra. “Then we can shower off together later.”

“Well, that part I know I’ll like.” She pressed her curves against him and tipped her mouth up to be kissed.

He grinned, gripped her ass with both hands, and kissed her hard.

“Ugh! Get a room!” he heard his older sister, Em, say. “Gross.”

He broke the kiss, but he didn’t release Nikki, pivoting her around with him as he turned to look at Em and the disgusted expression on her face. “Just because you aren’t getting any—”

Em snorted and rolled her eyes. “Like you would know. I’m knee deep in—”

“NOPE!” Caleb released Nikki and clapped his hands to his ears. Em just grinned at him and sashayed over to her own four-wheeler, her thumbs hooked in the belt loops of her cargo shorts.

“You deserved that,” Nikki said when he dropped his hands. She offered him a wicked grin. “Over here playing with fire, of course you’re gonna get burned.”

He rolled his eyes at her, and she stuck her tongue out at him.

A half hour later, their group was headed down the trail. There were five total ATVs carrying eight people, all friends, family, and significant others. There’d been hard rain for two days prior on into the early morning, so the trail was a wide, rutty swath of red clay mud.

“Holy shit!” Nikki exclaimed, her arms tightening around his waist as the four-wheeler bounced and a muddy spray from a nearby vehicle doused them.

“That’s why I gave you those goggles!” Caleb shouted, laughing.

“I’m never getting this out of my hair!” she groaned, reaching up to pat her twists.

Eventually, the trail opened into a large, muddy field that Caleb’s uncle had given over to four-wheelers. During the wet times of the year, the field was nothing more than a vat of thick, orange soup.

He drove over to the edge of the field where the ground was firmer and there were downed trees to sit on, thinking Nikki might want a beer or at least a chance to rinse her mouth out. This was also the end of the field where his uncle’s gravel access drive terminated, giving them quick access to the house, should they need it.

The next hour flew by. Sometimes he rode with Nikki, sometimes he went solo. For being out of her element, he thought she was having a good time.

“I’m gonna take your girl out,” Em said, winking at him. Her short hair was spiked with mud, giving her a rakish look. When he didn’t react, she said: “For a ride…”

“Stop,” Nikki said, laughing as she put on the ATV goggles he’d loaned her. 

Em turned and patted the seat behind her, grinning when Nikki climbed on and slipped her arms around her waist. “Wish me luck!”

They took off, pulling in behind Caleb’s friend Mike as he rounded the curve of the field. He chuckled when he heard Nikki squeal, reaching into the cooler to get another beer.

Mike made a point of circling around the women and then cutting across their path, spraying them with a heavy wave of muddy water. Caleb shook his head, a little annoyed. Mike had a tendency to ride too close and go too hard, which is why the friend group often called him “Dumbass” instead of his name.

The far end of the field sloped up toward a ridge of pine trees. Em was more sensible than Mike, and she cut left pretty early before they gained much elevation. Mike, on the other hand, came around them on the right, engine roaring as he overtook them and surged up the hill.

He lost control halfway up, the weight of the ATV tipping back and carrying him and the four-wheeler downhill. He bailed, just before his vehicle crashed into Em’s. The four-wheelers collided and rolled together, dumping the women into the mud. 

Caleb sat his beer down, already losing track of who was where. “Hey! Fuckhead! Em? Nikki?”

“I think someone’s hurt,” he heard Robb say from behind him. “No one’s up waving their arms around to say they’re okay.”

“Em! Nikki!” Caleb hopped onto his four-wheeler and rode across the field, his heart pounding. He’d been in a number of rollover accidents over the years and had always been fine. But when he was in elementary school, his neighbor’s dad had died instantly in an ATV accident. He’d been there, too young to exactly understand what was happening, watching people run around trying to revive him. Also, this was his sister and his girlfriend, and he couldn’t help but feel protective.

Caleb jumped off his four-wheeler, his boots squelching in the mud. The ground was especially soft here, water pooling up around his ankles. He heard another ATV roar up behind him.

Mike was bent over next to one of the overturned four-wheelers. “Em! Hey! Em!”

Caleb ran up beside him and saw his sister sprawled on her back in the mud, her eyes closed. Blood trickled from her nose and a gash near her hairline. 

“Em!” Caleb shouted, shoving Mike to the side as he dropped to his knees next to her. “What the fuck was that, asshole?!”

Mike sat down hard in the mud. “I didn’t mean to! Fuck, I think one of the tires got her in the face…” Their friends Robb and Dana pulled up beside him, coming from a different angle.

Caleb leaned over her, gingerly touching her muddy skin next to the gash. Em groaned and her hands clenched. “Em?”

She didn’t respond, so he looked up, trying to see where his girlfriend had ended up. “Nikki?” 

He almost didn’t spot her due to the mud, but his eyes stopped on something red and blue under one of the ATVs.

He reacted instinctively; he wouldn’t even be able to recall his actions later. Skirting around the ATVs, he slid in next to her, ignoring the sludge that lapped over the top of his boots. Her upper half was completely submerged in the thick, watery mud. He first tried pulling her up at the waist, but the weight of the four-wheeler resting on her lower half pinned her down. 

Robb ran over, and they lifted the ATV off her prone body, setting it upright. Mike broke free of his stupor and grabbed Nikki under the arms, hauling her up and out of the divot she was lying in.

“She didn’t jump free?!” Mike exclaimed, mouth agape, still holding her out of the mud. “Why didn’t she jump free?!” 

Caleb and Mike turned her over. She flopped boneless onto her back, covered in mud, her goggles lost in the puddle. He cradled her head in one hand and rubbed his other hand down her face, trying to wipe the mud off. Watery muck leaked out of her nose and mouth. In a panic, he pushed his fingers into her mouth, trying to scrape out the mud.

“Nikki! Nikki!” She didn’t respond, her limbs dangling as he shook her. “Fuck! I think she breathed it in!”

Caleb leaned his ear close to Nikki’s face. She was motionless, reclined back in Mike’s lap. He’d never seen someone so still outside of a casket. Her chest wasn’t rising, and he couldn’t feel any movement. “She’s not breathing!” 

He pinched her nose shut, not bothering to drag her out of Mike’s lap, and sucked in a deep breath.  He covered her mouth with his, felt the grit of the mud on her skin. The chill of her lips. Then he breathed into her. Or tried to. His cheeks puffed out, her cheeks puffed out, but then the air stopped, finally forcing its way out of the side of his mouth with a sputtering sound. He took a breath and tried again, with the same result.

“I can’t get any air in her!” He shouted, looking up at Mike.

“Dana’s calling 9-1-1,” he heard Robb say.

“Is your uncle home?” Mike asked. His own wild eyes reflected Caleb’s fears. “Can he help?”

“Get her on a four-wheeler with you!” Robb shouted. “Get her over to dry land! I’ve got Em!”

Mike and Caleb scrambled to their feet, awkwardly hauling Nikki’s limp body between them. Caleb climbed onto his ATV and dragged her out of Mike’s arms, setting her sideways on the seat in front of him and wrapping his arm around her middle to keep her from falling off. Holding her was like holding some kind of rag doll; there was no muscle tension in her body whatsoever.

His ATV roared and jumped forward, and Nikki’s head lolled back on her neck.

Their friends Leigh and Nina waited on the other side, and they helped him get Nikki off the ATV and over the ring of tree trunks. Then they laid her out on one of the drier sections of grass.

Caleb leaned over Nikki again, forcing his fingers between her teeth to scoop out more muck. Leigh dropped down across from him. “Is she breathing?”

“No, and I can’t get any air into her!” 

“I think we need to do chest compressions!” Leigh said, briefly resting her hand on Nikki’s motionless chest. “I know CPR from school!” 

Caleb leaned over Nikki and tried to breathe for her again. When the air escaped uselessly out the side of his mouth, Leigh rose up onto her knees. She clasped her hands together and pressed her palm between Nikki’s breasts. It took her several hard compressions to figure out depth and rhythm, and then she started counting, her thrusts making Nikki’s body quake and twitch.

“One and two and three and…”

Caleb turned Nikki’s head to the side, hoping more mud would trickle out. Nina joined him, a bottle of water in hand.

“I’m going to wash off her face,” Nina said, meeting his eyes. “Is that okay?”

Caleb nodded and watched as she used a bottle of water and a cleanish t-shirt to wipe the mud off Nikki’s face.

“…twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine…”

“Mike’s gone to find your uncle!” he heard Robb call out. “And Dana took my four-wheeler to try to find cell service, we couldn’t stay connected long enough to talk to 9-1-1!”

“…thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty, forty-one, forty-two…” A faint sound came from Nikki’s mouth with each compression. It was disturbingly like the sound you’d expect to hear if someone were violently squeezing a bag full of liquid.

 Now that Nina had washed Nikki’s face, he could see that her beautiful umber skin had gone gray, her full lips purpling. He grasped her jaw, holding her mouth open so he could sweep his finger inside. More muck came out, along with another gush of orange water.

“How’s Em?” he called, his voice cracking.

“She’s okay!” Robb called. “She’s conscious. Keeps trying to get up, but she’s making sense now, so I think she’s alright. No, dammit, stay down, they’re taking care of her!”

“…eighty-six, eighty-seven, eighty-eight! When I get to one hundred… after you try to give her breaths… I need to switch!” Leigh was breathing hard, and if Caleb weren’t so terrified, he would be impressed by her strength. She hadn’t faltered once as she forcefully compressed his girlfriend’s sternum. “Ninety-nine, one hundred!”

Caleb scraped more muck out of Nikki’s mouth and then turned her face to the sky, tipping her chin back and pinching her nose shut. Her cold mouth was still as much of a shock as it had been the last time. He blew hard, but again the seal broke from the pressure. “Fuck!” 

“Nina, sit with Em,” he heard Robb say. “I’ll take over compressions.”

Caleb opened her mouth. The inside of her mouth was mostly clear, but he of course couldn’t see into her airway. He tilted her head back further and covered her mouth with his again, blowing hard.

Then Robb was on his knees beside her, his hands coming down hard between her breasts. Caleb turned Nikki’s head back to the side, his fingers lingering on her cheek. Her head was moving with each compression, but her face was still. She looked bad; he’d never seen someone that ashen color, not ever.

The squelching sound coming from her throat resumed. He watched Robb moving over her forcefully, the compressions from his burly arms making her stomach bulge out even further. Looking at her bloated abdomen, he thought she must have swallowed some water. The thrusts caved in her ribcage, jerking her shoulders and making her arms twitch. There was even movement down her legs and into her feet.

“…forty-three, forty-four, forty-five… I’m counting to one hundred, right?” Robb asked.

“I think…” Leigh sounded uncertain, and she was still breathing hard. “I think so, yes. Until we can get air into her. Anyone disagree?”

No one said anything except Robb, who was still counting.

When Caleb looked back at Nikki’s face, he could see foam, mud, and water oozing out of her nose and mouth again. “I think this is helping… the mud is coming out! Come on, baby, I need you to start breathing!”

“I can keep going,” Robb said. “After the next breaths. Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred!”

Caleb quickly cleared her mouth and then leaned in to try another rescue breath. This time, though there seemed to be a lot of resistance, he saw her chest rise. He forced another breath in and got her chest to rise a little further.

“One, two, three…”

“I got some air into her!” Caleb exclaimed. “This is helping!”

“Should we switch to thirty compressions and two breaths?” Leigh asked, her voice anxious and loud. “I think we should.”

“…eighteen, nineteen, twenty…”

The wet bag sound was transitioning to a gurgle, followed by small surges of muddy water and orange-tinged foam leaking from Nikki’s nose and mouth.

A hand suddenly touched his back, and Em dropped down on her knees by Nikki’s head. She looked terrible, her face ghost pale and a dirty shirt pressed to her head wound. “Oh God… Caleb…”

“Thirty!”

Caleb turned Nikki’s face to the sky again and forced another breath into her lungs. Her chest rose, then fell. He gave her another breath.

“One, two, three…”

Caleb spared another look at Em. She was crying, her eyes locked on the violence Robb was doing to Nikki’s chest. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

“It’s not your fault,” Caleb choked out.

Abruptly, Nikki’s body heaved, and a great deal of muck shot up into her mouth. 

“I need to turn her on her side for a second!” Caleb exclaimed. Robb stopped compressions and Leigh helped them roll her over so the muck would slide out to the ground and not back into her throat. Nikki made a gagging and choking sound, and then there was another flood of orange water and mud from her mouth. Robb pressed his fingers into her neck as Caleb cleared her mouth.

“She doesn’t have a pulse!” Robb shouted after several long seconds, and they put her on her back again. “Caleb, take over!”

He didn’t hesitate, thinking about what mud might still be in her lungs, and how her heart wasn’t beating. He tried to mimic what he’d seen from the others, his clasped hands thrusting into her chest with a force he never would have previously imagined using on her.

As he worked, wisps of thought kept curling through his mind, threatening to distract him. 

How relaxed he’d felt when he’d picked her up that morning, Nikki coming to the door and insisting he approve her outfit before they left. Peeling the clothing off her when they decided they had time to spare. Further back, the look on her face when he’d explained what “mudding” was, and his own surprised laughter when she’d agreed to come along. The day they’d decided to make it serious. The first time they had sex. The day he met her, just a Tinder date that became so much more.

“Hey, Caleb, that’s thirty!” Robb had his hand on his shoulder. Caleb rocked back, lifting his hands. Em had moved, and Leigh leaned over to give Nikki rescue breaths.

“Count out loud,” Robb said. “It helped me concentrate.”

Caleb forced her sternum down. “One, two, three…”

They heard the roar of an ATV coming up the gravel access path behind them. 

“… eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one…”

“Caleb!” His uncle hit the ground running. “The ambulance is on its way; your aunt and your friend are in place to lead it up here. What the hell happened? Em! You’re bleeding!”

Leigh leaned over and forced a breath into Nikki, her chest rising higher than it had so far.

“I’m okay,” he heard Em say. “But… we rolled and the four-wheeler…”

Another breath.

Em couldn’t speak. Caleb started chest compressions again. 

“One, two, three…” Come on, baby! Wake up, wake up…

“We found her face down in the mud with the ATV on her, sir,” Robb said. “We pulled her out and brought her over here. She inhaled a lot of water and mud. She’s not bleeding, we don’t think, but we don’t know how else she might be hurt.”

“…twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!”

Caleb finally looked up at his uncle. The man’s face was pale, his eyes wide. His uncle David was typically stoic. He’d never seen him look so rattled. 

“Rescue station ain’t far,” David muttered. “We should start hearing sirens soon.”

Then it was time for Caleb to perform compressions. He could see her stomach bulge slightly with each thrust into her chest, felt the cartilage in her ribcage give. “…ten, eleven—Are we breaking her ribs? Fifteen, sixteen…”

“I don’t know,” Robb said. His face was blotchy; pale with red splashed across his cheeks. “I think… I don’t know.”

“You’re doing the right thing, son.” he heard his uncle say. “Do you know how long it’s been? The paramedics will want to know.”

“…twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!” Caleb hovered over her, shaking his head as he watched her chest rise with Leigh’s exhalation. “I don’t know how long… Too long!”

“At least eleven minutes,” Nina said, her voice almost too quiet to hear. “That’s when I saw you pull her out.”

Caleb felt his eyes sting as he started compressions again. “One, two, three…”

“I hear the ambulance!” Nina said, her voice much louder. 

“…seven, eight, nine…”

“We should switch,” Robb said. “We don’t know how long it will take them to get up here.”

“…twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, okay—”

“I’m going to stand at the top of the drive,” Mike said.

“…twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!”

Caleb leaned back, gasping and shaking out his burning arms, his eyes flying to Nikki’s face as Leigh breathed for her. She was still gray, with bits of dried mud along her jawline. His eyes traced down along her long neck and down to her chest. The sports bra was cut low enough that he could see the top of a bruise, looking like a malevolent shadow cast on her skin.

Robb started compressions, his big hands obscuring the bruise, fingers pressing against her left breast through the sports bra. “…three and four and five…”

The siren was getting louder, and Caleb could hear the tires crunching on the gravel. He reached out, took Nikki’s hand. Squeezed it, then brought it to his lips. He thought it was a good chance he was saying goodbye, and either way they would be loading her up in the ambulance soon and he didn’t know when he would see her again.

Then he gently sat her hand down in the damp grass.

“One and two and three and four…” 

The ambulance was close enough now that the sirens and the sound of the tires on the gravel drowned out the squelching sound coming from her swollen stomach and her wet lungs.  Caleb’s uncle showed the paramedic driver where to stop so that it wouldn’t get bogged down.

Caleb was about to be in the way. He scrambled to his feet and almost fell back down, the scenery around him tilting madly. He stumbled backward and then dropped to a crouch as the paramedics unloaded and hurried over to Nikki’s side.

“We have another unit on the way, but they’re twenty minutes out. Where’s the second victim?”

“It’s me,” Em said, sounding miserable. “But I’m okay.”

Robb and Leigh were asked to move back, and he watched the medics quickly assess Nikki’s condition. The female paramedic restarted chest compressions.

“How long have you been performing CPR?” the male paramedic asked. He’d grabbed a duffel bag from their collection and produced a mask with a balloon coming off the top of it. He pressed the mask to Nikki’s face, squeezing the bulb twice before moving on to another task.

“We pulled her out of the mud about thirteen, fourteen minutes ago,” Robb said. “We saw the accident. The ATV rolled over her and she ended up unconscious with her face in the mud and the ATV on her legs.”

“...ten, eleven twelve… AutoPulse?” the female medic asked her partner.

Everything was going so fast, and Caleb didn’t know what a lot of what they were saying meant. He jumped in when he could with things like her name and age, and no they didn’t think she was injured but they really weren’t sure. The male paramedic gave her two breaths from the bag and then checked her abdomen and chest for obvious injury. He went on to use a pair of shears to snip the fabric of her bra down one side and across the straps. The female medic lifted her hands for a second, and he pulled the fabric to the side, revealing her breasts. Compressions started again, her breasts undulating.

The two worked together, the female medic giving Nikki forceful chest compressions, lifting her hands again so the male medic could apply a large white defibrillator pad over Nikki’s sternum. Then she went straight back into compressions, Nikki’s head bobbing with the force. The other pad was applied just below and to the side of her left breast. A few seconds later, a high-pitched whine filled the air.

Caleb watched the male paramedic grab a large, flat blue bag and set it on the grass above Nikki’s head. He opened it up, revealing large white pads attached to straps and a short blue backboard. The female paramedic was still pounding mercilessly on Nikki’s chest, her ribcage flattening and rebounding. Caleb was too far away now to hear the sound the forceful compressions made.

The male medic walked around to Nikki’s feet, stepped one foot between her legs, and grasped her wrists. The female paramedic stopped compressions and he pulled Nikki up into a seated position, her head lolling back. Something about the way Nikki’s body flopped made Caleb want to cry, and he pressed his hand to his mouth.

The male medic held her there for a few seconds as the female medic dragged the blue board underneath her. They laid Nikki back, her breasts swaying, and the male medic rapidly fastened the white pads over her chest before pressing a button.

The straps moved automatically, pulling the large white pads down to her chest. Shortly after, the machine started pumping, pulling the pads down across her chest over and over again. The machine was surprisingly quiet against the noise of everything else. 

Nikki’s stomach rippled and her arms twitched. The male medic folded something white down by her head to hold it in place, and then clipped a harness over her shoulders.

“I’ll get her going on an IV and epi, you intubate and suction."

The machine clicked away, stopping briefly for the male medic to provide breaths from the bag.

“I didn’t know that a… a CPR machine was a thing,” he heard Leigh murmur.

The male medic tipped back Nikki’s head and angled a device into her throat before he said: “Pause compressions.”

The female medic reached over and pressed a button. The machine beeped, and the compressions stopped. The high-pitched whine from the monitor continued. The male medic made quick work of the intubation, and shortly after he reached around and pressed something on the screen of the compression device. 

Compressions started again.

This time, they continued even when the male medic squeezed the bag, which he’d removed from the mask and attached to the end of the tube. 

“Caleb.”

He looked up. David kneeled next to him, putting his hand on his back. 

“I called your folks.”

He had a hard time paying attention to what his uncle was saying. There was a noisy motor sound, and some commentary about what she’d aspirated. He kept looking back at Nikki. He felt hollow and distant.

“They said they have a number for her parents. They’re going to call her folks and send them on to Grace General. If anything changes, we can let them know.”

“Nothing shockable,” the female medic said, pressing a button on the machine. The pads pulled themselves down hard into Nikki’s chest. “…epi.”

“…time?”

“Caleb?” His ears were ringing.

“Coming up—twenty—”

“Caleb!”

His hearing was fading in and out.

“Give—no ROSC—load and—”

“Caleb!”

Caleb blinked in surprise at his uncle’s worried face. He was laying on back in the wet grass, David looming over him.

Leigh’s worried face joined David’s. “One of the paramedics just asked about Caleb.”

“Okay,” Caleb muttered, though he felt disoriented. “Nikki…”

“He’s conscious and talking,” David said, pitching his voice loud enough for the medics to overhear. “I reckon he fainted.”

“She’s dead,” Caleb whispered. 

David’s face changed, unexpected tears glistening in his eyes. Caleb didn’t think he’d seen him cry other than at the funerals of his grandparents. “They’re still working on her, son.”

Caleb didn’t respond. He let his head fall to the side so he could see Nikki. He really couldn’t see much. A bit of her profile, with the tube protruding between her teeth. The machine pumping her chest. Her muddy sneakers, swaying.

He looked back up at his uncle and felt a tear roll down his cheek. 

David held out a hand. “You up for sitting up yet?”

“V-fib,” he heard the female medic say. “Let’s shock her.”

David pulled him upright and kept an arm tight around his shoulders. “You don’t have to watch that, Caleb. It might be upsetting. See, your friends are all looking away.”

He watched anyway, as her chest jumped and her limbs twitched. There was a silent few seconds before the whine started up again.

“Damn. Asystole. Resuming AutoPulse. I’m going to push another epi. Give us back something we can work with, Nikki.”

“After that you want to package her up and do another rhythm check in the bus? Before we head on to the hospital?”

“Let’s do it.”

Caleb thought this was probably a bad sign, but he wasn’t sure. David must have felt similarly, because he said: “They haven’t called the time. They haven’t called her.”

The male paramedic stayed with Nikki while the female quickly packaged things up and hauled most of it to the ambulance. When she came back, she spoke briefly to Robb. 

The female medic crouched at Nikki’s feet and leaned forward, tugging on the blue fabric at the bottom of the CPR device. It unfurled into a lightweight stretcher. Then she picked up the monitor, slinging the strap over her shoulder, and lifted the IV bag. Caleb was surprised to see Robb helping them with the blue stretcher. His friend’s face had gone white.

When they stood, Nikki’s legs hung limp over the end of the stretcher. The machine kept performing compressions, unfazed by the movement.

The female medic looked over toward David and Caleb. “When we start moving, we’re going to take her to Grace General. They can do more for her there and they’re expecting her.”

They walked her to the gurney, and then loaded the gurney into the ambulance. Both medics climbed in and closed the doors behind them.

Everyone was silent for what felt like a very long time. Caleb let his breath out in a rush and pressed the heels of his hands into his eye sockets. He felt like he was supposed to be doing something, when there was no longer anything for him to do.

David was speaking to him, he realized, and he looked up, though his eyes immediately drifted to the ambulance.

“We’ll ride down after the ambulance and your aunt is going to pick us up at the bottom of the drive,” David said. “She’s already ready to go. Why don’t we go ahead and get ourselves ready to do that?”

Caleb nodded.

“Does she have a bag that you need to grab? She might have insurance cards that she’ll need.”

“Everything’s in my pack,” he muttered, and suddenly his was in front of his face.

Mike, his face anguished, clutched the pack. “Caleb,” he began.

“Not right now.” David took the pack from Mike. “He can’t hear you right now.”

“But I—”

“Go the fuck home,” Caleb heard himself say, his tone ice. 

“Don’t push it,” Robb interjected. “Come on.”

“We’re going to go,” Leigh said. “We’ll get him out of here, Caleb. Robb and Dana are going to get Em down to the house. You’ll let us know? Let us know what…?”

“He will when he can,” David said. “Come on, Caleb.”

Caleb let his uncle help him to his feet and steer him over to a waiting four-wheeler. 

The back doors of the ambulance suddenly opened, and the female medic jumped out, slamming the doors behind her. She stopped long enough to call out: “We just got her pulse back. We’re transporting her now.”

Caleb climbed into the ATV behind his uncle, stunned into silence as the ambulance started, turned on lights and sirens, and headed down the gravel drive.

“Does that mean she’s going to make it?”

“It might, son. If you pray, do it now.”

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🌹Loving Michael🥀

Chapter 4

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You sighed as you plopped into your truck - just wanting to sleep - but of course, you couldn't. Larry, your boss and owner of the hardware store was also a close friend of the family who had moved out to Haddonfield when he remarried a local woman, Tina. He was very understanding and told you he'd take over your job for you while you were gone and if you weren't coming back well, he'd search for a new manager.

Having closed up shop early today you drove to a few different stores purchasing things you would need for the trip. The whole time your thoughts were on Michael and how you were going to tell him. He was a cat in human form - Haddonfield his territory and he didn't like leaving.

Pulling into the driveway you look up at your small 2 bedroom house and spy Michael staring down at you out of your shared bedroom's window. Yep, just like a cat you think as you smile at him.

Once you're through the front door he's already at the base of the staircase watching your every move. You place your bought goods on the kitchen counter before walking up to him. You take his large, warm hands in your own and pull him towards the living room sofa.

You rub circles atop your joined hands, knowing the act is a comfort for him... and for you if you're being honest with yourself. You take in a deep breath and let the news out.

"I have something important to tell you and... we have an important decision to make"

Cue Michael's signature head tilt.

You look into his attentive eyes and continue. "My mom called me at work today. My dad... he had a stroke - a big one and mom won't be able to care for him on her own"

You could see the gears whirring in Michael's head as he continued to stare at you, his grip on your hands becoming slightly firmer.

"I told mom that I would go back to Des Moines and live with her again, to help with dad... I don't know if this will be a temporary arrangement or if I'll be staying back in Des Moines for good"

Michael's right eye twitched and it looked like he was about to open his mouth but stopped before one of his rare words came out.

"I want you to come with me Michael. I refuse to leave you here by yourself with Loomis and Strode skulking about. I want... need you by my side. I know it will be hard for you to leave Haddonfield but I just..." a sob breaks free from your mouth as tears flow down your face. "Please say you'll come with me Michael. Please" you lower your head and look down to Michael's knee as you wait for him to reject the idea of leaving with you.

Your emotional state was already battered by the news of your father, and then you had to leave the little town you had grown to love and you don't think you could handle perhaps the worst blow to it - Michael staying behind.

You hear the slight rustling of fabric before you feel Michael's index finger come to gently rest beneath your chin, tipping it up for you to look at him.

Still holding your chin his grey-blue eyes bore into your own - you can see a thousand thoughts running to and fro behind them. He breaks eye contact for a moment and looks out of the living room window watching a few fall leaves whirl about in the breeze before dropping to the ground.

Michael looks back at you and gifts you one of his rare small smiles. Hope blossoms within your chest at the sight.

"Where you go, I go" his unused voice rasps out.

You let out a sigh of relief, clamoring into his lap to wrap your arms around his neck. You kiss him on the lips and smile into his cheek. "Thank you" you breathe out. His arms tighten around your waist and the two of you sit like that for a moment, enjoying each others' body heat and comfort.

Eventually you pull away and get up - you head to the kitchen and unbag your earlier purchases. Michael turns on the sofa to watch you.

"Larry said either he or Tina would check on the house every day - I left the spare key of the house with Len to give to Larry" you say as you push the soft cooler bag you had bought earlier to the end of the kitchen counter.

"I'd like for us to leave in the morning if that's okay with you - it will take us more or less 4 hours to drive to Des Moines from here. We need to pack for a prolonged stay... perhaps even permanent" You look up at him again while digging into another bag, worry eating at you once more - especially at the word 'permanent'

Michael shows no indication of negativity to your words much to your relief. He gets up from the sofa and walks towards the staircase and out of your sight. You sigh and decide to give the house a quick speed-clean before you head upstairs and start packing everything you think you'll need.

The following morning you awake to an empty space beside you as you turn to face Michael's side. You hear some noise from outside so you get up and move towards the window. Michael was outside in his pajamas, slippers and bathrobe packing the back of your truck with all of the luggage and other things you were taking back home.

You giggled to yourself at how... domestic he looked in that moment.

After taking a brisk shower you head downstairs and fill up a bowl of sugary cereal for Michael along with some toast and coffee for yourself.

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Later that morning you and Michael were sat parked outside of his old house giving him a few moments to say goodbye as he might not see it again for quite some time... perhaps never again.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, another truck was sat a few houses down. Its owner having followed you from your house earlier after spotting the two of you pack the last of your belongings in the bed of your truck.

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Two hours into your drive on route 34 Michael was bobbing his left leg up and down while eating a sandwich you had packed for the road. He seemed anxious.

You sympathized, knowing he was way out of his comfort zone out in public, maskless, stuck in a truck on a long journey and moving further and further away from his hometown.

What he was doing for you was huge and you would always be grateful to him.

"What's your name?" you asked Michael as he stared at another cow in the pastures beside the highway.

"Mikey Myles" Michael grimaced as he rasped the name out - you knew he HATED 'Mikey' but you found it adorable and wanted a name and last name that was as close to the truth as possible to avoid any mistakes in the ruse - it was also the alias you used to introduce Michael to your friends back in Haddonfield. You couldn't exactly tell your family his real name as suspicions would be aroused... although not a nation-wide known serial killer, Iowa was close enough for its residents to know of Illinois' boogeyman - especially with him being a Haddonfield native.

"At least you won't have Loony Loomis and Laurie Croft breathing down your neck anymore" you say, your anger simmering again just at the thought of those two. But hopefully they'll be a thing of Michael's past now. If the two of you ever do return to Haddonfield, you hope Loomis and the authorities would've given up on their search for Michael, thinking he had left the town for good - Laurie was a bit more of a sticky situation as she was actually a resident of Haddonfield.

You receive nothing but silence from Michael - it doesn't phase you though, its to be expected.

Your thoughts turn to your large family and to how Michael will handle all their different personalities. You nibble on your lower lip due to worry at the thought. There's definitely some cousins and an uncle and aunt or two who Michael will want to stab... a few hundred times - Lord knows you do too.

"Hey Mikey, did you remember to bring your sketch tablet with you to communicate to the fam when you don't wanna talk?" you ask, wanting to get away from the heavier thoughts plaguing your mind.

Turning his head towards you with an unimpressed look at hearing his "name" he nods and points to his backpack.

Just as you're about to turn onto route 69 which would lead you into Des Moines Michael tapped your thigh. "Need to pee" he rasped out, pointing to the gas station up ahead.

While Michael was in the bathroom you browsed the shelves at the gas station's convenience store for some sweets for him and a bag of crisps for yourself. Just as you pull a bag of candy corn for Michael from the shelf your phone rings.

You see your friend's name across the screen and tap on the green button to answer.

"Hey Candi, what's up?" you greet.

"Hey, how's the trip going? You and Mikey alright?" she asked.

You continue along the aisle grabbing some grape and cherry flavored lollipops. "Road is blissfully empty, my old rust bucket of a truck is holding up and we've just stopped at a gas station - not too long now before we enter Des Moines" you reply, your eyes scanning for a bag of spicy tomato crisps.

"Glad to hear, sorry again about your dad y/n. Really hope he recovers soon. Say, a girl named Laurie was asking about you earlier when I was at the hardware store getting some window putty"

Your hand hovers over the bag of crisps as your mind stutters for a moment. "Did she say what she wanted?"

"No, she was asking Len about you and then she asked me. Her questions were kinda odd. Like how long have you lived in Haddonfield, did you have friends, did you have a boyfriend, who were your parents etc. Len and I got a bad vibe from her so we answered as vaguely as we could"

Irritation swelled within you. What did she know?! Damn. Well, it didn't matter now anyhow as you were out of the state and far away from Haddonfield.

"I've heard about her. She's a bit of a troublemaker, so just try avoid her" you reply.

"Noted. You don't have to tell me twice. She had a sort of desperation to her that creeped me out. Anyway, glad the journey's going smoothly. Text me when you arrive, ok?"

"Will do" You smile thinly as you put your phone away. Your mood soured. What the hell does that bitch want? Does she know something?

You huff in frustration as you take your basket to the cashier.

When you get back to your truck Michael is leaning against the passenger door looking as angelic and handsome as ever in his navy blue pullover hoodie and black jeans. You smirk at him. "All done?"

He nods back at you with a small smirk of his own. His demeanor much more calm than before. He almost looks content... energized even.

Just as you get into your seat a loud, panicked shriek is heard from the restroom area of the gas station. You watch as people run up to the section and hear a man scream that there was a body in one of the stalls - that his head was bashed in. Blood everywhere.

You look at Michael now knowing why he seemed to be in a better mood. "Get in, fast" you say as you start up the truck ready to hightail on outta there.

You don't say anything to Michael or scold him as you speed out of the parking lot and onto the road. You accepted a long time ago that this was who Michael was and nothing could change him - not that you wanted to change him, mind you - you wholeheartedly loved him just as he was - murderous tendencies and all.

You also realized early on in your relationship that your moral alignment was pretty gray. Michael's killings didn't horrify you or run you off and on occasion when you witnessed one of his kills - where he pinned a much smaller woman to her wall, her bare feet off the ground and his unforgiving butcher knife raised and ready to strike, you were pretty turned on at the sight.

This in turn was when you suggested to Michael that the two of you play the predator/prey games you both enjoyed so much. The euphoria, the adrenaline, the terror, excitement, lust - it was all a heady mix that gave the both of you the best high you could dream of.

After about another or so hour of driving you pull into your old neighborhood and turn into 23rd street where the old 3 bedroom house stood proudly in all its yellow glory.

You honk your truck's horn and turn into the driveway of your home and pull to a stop - your old truck's exhaust backfiring just incase your mom didn't hear your horn the first time.

As you step out of the truck and stretch the red front door opens and your mom runs out with open arms to meet you. She pulls you into a big warm hug and smiles up at you, her eyes glossy and cheeks rosy.

"Welcome home sweetie"

Michael slowly steps up to the two of you and your mom's eyes widen.

"And who is this handsome young fella?"

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Chapter 5 coming soon.

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