#starts bouncing against the walls like an insane person

[flingza-roller]

hi I saw your sick piñata slide destruction, sorry about your kneecaps and also the rest of your shins. I read your tags after watching you destroy that mfr and I think I'm a little in love with who you are as a person, let's be friends

ASKGSJGD IM GLAD U ENJOYED IT! my knees are doing way better thank fuck. that hugeass bruise is still hangin tho :/ u and all of tumblr are enabling my violent tendencies im honestly obsessed. i LOVE making friends lets fucking go

#text #starts bouncing against the walls like an insane person #YES REMINDER I LOVE TALKING TO PPL HIII #yknow this kinda makes me wanna do a video where i beat the shit out of my 5 different squid pillows #capn goin a lil cazy stupid

[jerefishvr]

the fact that xavier is 6'2 has my size kink going insane 🤤

pretty angel ! 🧷 ָ࣪ 𓏲

⨳ 𓏲˖ 🫗 ˖ ࣪

xavier thorpe x reader ִֶָ ꒱𓂃✦៹

WARNINGS : size kink, choking, hair pulling, fingering, spitting

summary : in which, xavier thorpe finds out about his rival's new found kink and makes sure to get the most of out teasing the absolute life out of her 🪫୨♡୧  ִ° ⋆

You were an excellent student, straight A's, kind to everyone and always made sure you helped whoever was struggling with anything. But a certain brunette boy that always kept on egging you was getting on your nerves every single time you laid your eyes upon him, and he made sure you always did that, just like today.

You were walking down the halls of the Academy to go to Ajax's dorm to ask him about Enid's whereabouts, when you bumped into a tall figure. You looked up at the person you just bumped into and blushed as they were nowhere near your height and looked like a giant next to your small figure.

You sighed when you saw who it was. "Of course it's you, again" You said while turning around to hide your face which was obviously now beet red.

Xavier smirked and took a step towards you, hiding your figure with his own while grabbing your waist and bending down to your height to whisper in your ear.

"Don't act like you're not happy you saw me" He whispered, lips brushing against your face and his hot breath fanning over you. You whined as you saw how he bent down to talk to you and how hot and flustered he made you feel.

You could almost feel your heart about to jump out of your chest and your stomach twisting in nervousness, while, well, your panties started getting wet.

Xavier, of course knew the affect he had on you and he smirked once again as he heard you whine. He grabbed your hair, forcing a moan out of your mouth while he shused you by putting his hand over your mouth.

"You like how i tower over you? How i could just pick you up and put you against this wall while rearranging your insides? Bet you'd love if i did that"

You started grinding your legs together to relieve the heat between your legs while looking at him in the eyes, teary as you begged him to ruin you, which he surely did.

He picked you up and pinned you in the wall of his dorm which he had been sharing with Rowan for quite a while before he disappeared. He kissed you with lust as his hands went down to your panties, rubbing you over them as you squirmed around wanting more.

He put his hand inside of your panties, collecting some of the wetness around through your folds and slowly inserting a finger in your cunt while looking in your eyes as he smirked.

He kept on going faster and faster, making you grab him by his hair as he moaned along with you.

"Zavi please, fuck me, i need you" You whimpered and begged as tears were streaming down your face from the intense pleasure he was providing you.

He chuckled and threw you on his bed while quickly undressing himself as you stayed the bed to remove your panties. Your pussy now on display, legs spread open, inviting him in.

He slowly put his dick inside you as to not hurt you and waited for you to give him the sign to move. He tested out the waters a bit and moved a little, making you moan and grab the bedsheets.

He smirked and started thrusting harder while you screamed in pleasure as your boobs bounced with the beat he was fucking you at.

"You like feeling me in your tummy? Mhm?how i am stretching out your pussy?" He said as he moaned while picking up the pace even more as your hands dropped down to your clit to play with yourself as he fucked you in the mattress.

Xavier's name left your lips more times than you could count ( which you couldn't cause he fucked you brain dead ) . The only thought running in your mind was Xavier and Xavier again.

"Fuck! Xavier i'm close" You moaned out while stuttering as you kept rubbing your clit, feeling your self about to orgasm.

He grabbed your throat and forced your jaw open as he spat in your mouth while maintaining eye contact and choking you, watching you swallow all of it while trying to breathe properly.

"You fucking slut, love getting pounded by the guy you said you hated. Knew you didn't hate me" Xavier said, triggering your orgasm as your pussy clenched his cock, making him get even deeper in you, hitting your g-spot over and over again.

Your eyes rolled back as your gasps along with lewd sounds coming from you and Xavier's bodies could be the only thing heard in the room. You moaned when you saw how his dick went in and out of your pussy.

You felt him cum in you and that was the final push for you as you came, well more like, squirted.

Your eyes widened as you blushed and Xavier smirked as he kept rubbing your clit so you could ride out your high.

"I'm sorry" Your small voice breaking out of embarrassment. "Don't be,that was hot" Xavier said while kissing you again, but this time with love and passion.

"You know, i don't hate you that much." You said while trying to catch your breath. "Want me to prove it to you again?" He said while grabbing your thighs and opening your legs once again.

You nodded quickly while grabbing his hair and kissing him. "Round 2?" Xavier asked. "Fuck yeah" You said and smirked. "But now" You flipped him and got on top of him. "I'm in charge"

a/n : y'all most of the time: 🥹🥹 LMFSOOS ANYGAYS cringed my entire heart out HELPP,ANYWAYS HOPE Y'ALL LIKE IT🫠🤌 ( y'all better fucking do this is first time writing smut 😮‍💨😮‍💨 )

#xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe smut #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe #wednesday #wednesday x reader #he's so sexy #i want him #i need him

[bigwishes]

Pretty Boy's Mistake

Kye was you average university athlete, mainly there to get a degree a generic sports degree to get a job as a personal trainer in the high end gyms, he rarely went to his lecture but always got outstanding grades. It wasn't that he wasn't passionate about sports or health, in fact he had taught himself pretty much everything the university had to offer before he had even gotten there. He was only there for a piece of paper. He spent most of his time in the gym, lifting weights whilst also training some guys on the side for some cash in hand work but he always made sure to put his own workouts first. His body was almost perfect and he loved every inch of it.

Although he wished he could be bigger. He saw some of the guys in the gym, how their tank tops looked like they could burst at any moment. One time he even saw a guys tank split because of an insane chest pump. He loved huge guys, wanted to be fucking huge like them. He would picture his gym crush and how his entire car would bounce and wobble when he squeezed his massive frame inside, he wanted a guy like that in his bed, he wanted to be bigger than that but a body like that would probably take him another 15 years to build and he wanted to enjoy and flaunt that size before he left uni.

Kye was in the gym when he saw a huge lumbering giant walk in. The man looked like a superhero right out of a comic and something possessed Kye out of no where. He followed the huge meathead to the locker room.

Kye stood there seeing the giant block almost all the lockers on a wall his back was so wide and Kye got nervous, a lump formed in his throat and he spat out what he had to say.

"so...how do I get as big as you bro"

the massive dude turned around looking around the locker room checking to see if he was talking to someone else, he let out a thunderous chuckle.

"you talkin to me pretty boy?"

Kye grew red in the face "y-yeah man, look I been lifting for a few years and I really wanna get fucking huge like you man"

"aaa just keep at it guy, youll be massive like mean real soon"

"how old are you?"

"Im 22 bro"

"22!" Kye yelled "bro im almost 23 how the fuck you get so big man, you gotta tell me your secret"

"hmmm, look, you're kinda cute bro so, I'll let you in on a little secret, for a trade of course"

"Anything man, anything, Ive tried everything I know with diet and routine and I'm just not swelling up like other guys are"

"I'll give you my secret if you tell me why you wanna be so big, annnnd, for a date" the large man raise his eyebrow and walked closer to Kye.

Kye's heart started pounded as he imagined what it'd be like to have his skull crushed by the giant bodybuilder's monstrous thighs

"o-okay, ummm, phew, is it hot in here?" kye tripped and stumbled over his words like it was his first time ever talking to a guy.

"so, why you wanna be big pretty boy?"

Suddenly the man had is arms leaning on the doorframe behind Kye forming an arch over him looking down at him.

"eer, well, I-I like size and, I like guys with size and I wanna be big y-ya know" Kye tried to avoid eye contact as the massive brute leaned in

"So you like big guys hey? why don't you keep your lil jock bod, let a mountain like myself have fun with you"

"Because I ain't no bodies bottom bitch, believe me man, if I was as big as you, I'd of already throw you against the wall and you'd be beggin for it"

The massive meat head in front of him bit his lip

"so you promise, once you're as big as me you'll be tossing me around?"

Kye smirked trying to keep up the confident façade

"yeah bro, but gotta warn you, I'm already a catch, once guys see me with arms tearing out of my shirt and my huge muscled fat ass squeezed into tight gym shorts you'll probably have some competition"

"oh I like a cocky meathead"

the man turned around walking back to his gym bag pulling out a small vial of orange fluid, he handed it to kye

"I'm Jason by the way"

"What is this?"

"My secret mixture, drink it man, it'll make you real big...and give you that fat juicy ass you want"

Kye instantly downed the drink and gave Jason a wink.

"Alright, Im gonna go workout man"

"See you tomorrow pretty boy" Jason laughed as Kye walked out.

Kye was stepping into his car, having to stop to catch his breath, he worked harder than he ever had. He knew the vitamin shot he was given wasn't going to do anything but it was at least energising. Kye felt a strange tingling, as the veins on his pelvis swelled with blood pumping downwards. Kye gritted his teeth feeling like he was about to get hard and suddenly he watched as his package swelled and doubled in size in his pants.

Kye jumped in his car feeling his thighs and arms swell. Like his pump was subsiding but his muscles weren't shrinking down to normal size.

He drove home, gritting his teeth and occasionally grunting the entire way.

Kye stepping of of his car feeling his shirt tight around his chest and arms. He let out a tired sigh feeling strange and walked inside. Kye saw himself in the mirror, his shirt tightly pulled across body. He pulled off his shirt seeing his abs slightly stretched out, rubbing his stomach watches his package swell again.

UUUUUGGGGhhhhhh He groaned.

"W-what the fuck is going on"

Kye watches as his bulge swelled outwards in his pants straining against the fabric, as his stomach swelled outwards with it.

"W-WHAT THE FUCK MY, MY ABS"

Kye grabbed his stomach feeling it strain

UUUUUUUGGGGHHHH-UUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP

Kye let out a painful groan that turned into a belch as tears started to form in his eyes, his perfect 6 pack was gone swelled out like he had been bulking all year round.

Kye couldn't hold back the belches escaping his mouth and with each on his body changed. His arms swelled bigger, his thighs swells bigger.

He watched helplessly in the mirror unable to stop the changes, no matter how hard he pushed his stomach trying to get it to shrink the only thing he managed to do was push out another belch. Kye mercilessly began scratching at his jaw and neck feeling an annoying itch take over. He was too busy watching as his body swelled up to notice the changes in his face. Kye finally looked up from his bloated stomach to see himself, hairy, big and bulky.

"WHAT THE FUCK, I" Kye pinched the side of his waist in disbelief

BUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPP

Kye's massive meaty hand felt is muscled gut vibrate as he belched. Feeling a surge of change again, but he didn't see himself get any bigger in the mirror, he heard a slight ripping noise and looked around. Turning to the side he saw the fabric of his gym shorts tight, torn and ripped over his massive muscular ass. His face turned bright red.

"Oh god..I'm...uuggh I'm like a fat bear"

Kye's stomach grumbled and he made his way to the kitchen poking and patting his gut hoping by some mirecal it would shrink and turn back into a six pack.

Kye sat in the gym locker room trying to hide his new burly body under bagging clothing. Embarrassed and hoping Jason would walk in at any moment. After about an hour Jason walked in.

"H-Hey Jason"

"Oh hey Pretty Boy, hows it feel bein big"

"I" Kye couldn't even finish his sentence before letting out a monstrous belch

"I didn't ask for this"

"yeah you did bro, you wanted to be big"

"AND NOW LOOK AT THIS, WHERE ARE MY ABS IM TUBBY" Kye lifted his shirt and poked at the muscled slab

"Man you aint tubby, you bulky, thick muscle"

"But I wanted my abs bro, I wanted to look like some pro bodybuilder not like some kinda burping werewolf"

Kye rubbed his gut cocking his mouth open belching causing Jason to laugh. Kye's face turned bright red

"Dude stop laughing and fucking do something, uuuggghhh"

"alright bro, quit the complaining I might have something for you"

"Anything is better than this man"

Jason handed Kye a vial filled with bright pink liquid

UUUURpp "so, this'll fix me?"

"Oh man, it'll give you the perfect body"

Kye looked at it suspiciously feeling the concrete wall he had for a stomach. He closed his eyes and downed, a few moments passed and Kye didn't feel much different, when suddenly the familiar sensation rose up from his gut to his throat.

UUUUUHHGG-UUUUUURRRRRPPPP

Kye's eyes widen and his face turned white

"WHA-UUUUUURRRPPPP DID-UUUUURRRRRRPP YOU GIV- UUUURRRPP ME?!"

Kye tried to speak more but he struggled to form a full sentence from his constant belching

"Looking good man" Jason laughed

Kye, felt is rock hard bloated gut and heard the sound of tearing fabric as his muscles bulged out of his shit, soon he was left standing there in the gym locker room in nothing but his underwear.

Kye looked at himself in the mirror disappointed by his huge muscle gut, he cocked his mouth open and belched.

Jason let out a booming laugh "bro you look like you take roids and smash 6 protein shakes hourly"

"bro why'd you do this" Kye sheepishly asked

"because you wanted to me big"

"then why not make me like you, why give me this huge gu-UUUUURRP"

"Coz you were cocky, and I find it hot when cocky guys get taken down a peg"

"oh" kye smiled "so now you've gotten you kick I can go back right?"

"nah, you were a pretty boy jock, now you can enjoy being a bulky cunt"

Kye went to walk away from the mirror, hearing his underwear start to rip around is massive muscled ass. That'll teach him to take stuff from strangers in the locker room.

#male transformation #muscle #muscle transformation #male tf #gay transformation #tf story #transformation #muscle bear #bear transformation

[pokechbi]

💕The COD boys n their fave parts of u 💕

Pt 2. w/ Alejandro, Gaz and Keegan coming soon 💕!!

*Fem anatomy

*NSFW & 18+, MDNI 🔞

*All feedback & reqs are so greatly appreciated!

As always, enjoy my lovelies 🎀

🎀Capt. John Price 

- Absolutely adores your neck. He loves the way his strong hand wraps around it so effortlessly, causing a deep red hue to plague your face. He loves to hold the back of your neck in public as a sign of ownership. He’ll lightly squeeze it to remind you where your place is in the case that you get out of line, or start being a spoiled little brat. 

- Whether you’re on top riding his cock, or below him as he slams into you with your thighs pressed against your chest, his hand can always be found on or around your delicate little neck. The adrenaline rush he gets from restricting your air flow and watching as you struggle to breathe will almost always help him cum. 

🎀Lt. Simon “Ghost” Riley

- Your lips. God, he LOVES your lips. The way they pout so preciously when you get angry, or when they get thin and shaky when you scream out of anger, or pleasure. When he kisses you, he’ll almost always bite your plushy bottom lip, running the tip of his tongue over it to soothe the sting. He’ll run his thumb over it, flicking it so it jiggles lazily on his thumb. 

- He loves the way your perfect pink lips wrap around his cock, or when you kiss the tip of it gently, teasing him and driving him insane. As he pumps his thick dick into you, he’ll stare down at you lustfully as he shoves his fingers in your mouth and tells you to suck. 

- He absolutely adores the way your lips quiver as you cum all over his cock or mouth as he eats you out. The way you bite them in shyness whenever he demands you to whisper nasty nothings in his ear as he fucks you missionary, or during his favorite: the mating press <3

🎀Konig 

- As if he could even choose a favorite. But if he had to choose, he’d definitely settle for your hips. My God, he loves those hips of yours. He could never take an argument with you seriously as you strut away from him in anger, swinging those curvy, child bearing hips of yours. He’ll sit back on the couch, a hand smugly hung over the back of it as you walk around his quarters in those teeny little shorts that accentuate the roundness of your hips and ass so fucking good. 

- Although he loves to watch your face as he fucks you, he can’t help but be a sucker for digging his thick fingers into the plushy flesh of your hips as he bends you over to thrust into you. He’ll use them as handlebars as he slams his fat cock into your womb, moving you back and forth on him as if you weighed nothing. He loved how he could handle you just like his own personal fuck toy, just by gripping those sexy, curvy hips.. 

- Whether he’s bending you over the kitchen counter (because he’s just so damn impatient), or one of his hands tangled in your hair as he brutally smushes your face into the wall, or with one holding your thigh up, trust: He’ll have a set of thick, muscular fingers gripping onto the plushy, squishy fat of your hips as he stretches your sweet little cunt to the shape of his thick, long dick. 

- “Bitte…such a sexy little schatz. Hips so curvy, so fucking slutty. So nice and ready to bear my children, ja?”

🎀John “Soap” MacTavish

- Soap is a sap for your big, bouncy, perfect tits. He’ll always be staring at them, practically undressing you with his eyes as you do whatever it is you’re doing in his vicinity. The way they sit perfectly on your chest, big and round, ready to be sucked sore and tender. He’ll always find a way to fondle them, never hesitating to reach under you when he’s pounding into your core from behind. Or manhandling them with his strong grip as he fucks you during missionary. 

- And my, oh my. When you’re riding his cock, bouncing on his lap as he bucks his hips into you from under, he’ll practically break his neck trying to get them in his mouth. The sight of your tits bouncing and jiggling over his face as you ride him is enough to make him want to spill his hot cum into you, filling you up to the brim with his warm, sticky seed.

- He’ll make it his personal mission to constantly have them covered in hickies and bruises, gripping them purposely hard and sucking your nipples until they’re sensitive and sore and send a jolt through you at the slightest touch. He wants to be sure you’re never wearing anything that’ll expose your cleavage, feeling a sense of rage at the thought of another man looking at what belongs to him.

- And his favorite activity of all, slapping your sensitive, sore nipples until you’re a sobbing, horny mess under him. You’ll be begging him to stop, only for your cries to fuel him further into brutalizing your soft, jiggly mounds. 

;) 

#fanfic #konig #cod mw #konig x reader #konig x you #konig call of duty #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #ghost #ghost headcanons #ghost call of duty #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x y/n #konig fluff #konig smut #I can’t get over konig and his breeding kink #soap smut #soap fanart #soap modern warfare #soap x reader #soap mw2 #john mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mctavish x you #johnny mactavish #captain john price #john price #captain price #captain price x reader

[luvrxbunny]

mini blurbs ─ ★ joel miller x f! reader

a/n: ngl. some of these are blurb sized blurbs but i was just too lazy to give them their own post 😇

wc: 992

warnings: 18+ MDNI, cum in pants, voyerism(?), dry humping, piv, blowjob

-> dbf!joel who gets invited to the family bbq/pool party only to lose his shit the second he sees you. he ends up (uncharacteristically) being the first person in the pool because there’s no other way to hide how hard he is.

you eventually feel bad, watching him float around the empty pool, and decide to join him.

so he has to touch himself while you’re talking to him. you’re so beautiful in the sunlight, your skin basically glowing. you’re just slightly sweating, letting joel’s imagination conjure up insane scenarios.

to top it all off, you start touching him. you notice his silence along with his sweaty and red face. you assume it’s the heat, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead then his cheek, and commenting on how hot he feels.

his hips repeatedly jerk towards you as he cums into the netting of his shorts. trying to keep his voice steady as he lets you know that he is perfectly fine.

-> dbf!joel who is disgustingly depraved. like he lurks around your room at night, sometimes just standing out in the hall to hear you moving around in there. you catch him spraying your perfume on his shirts on multiple occasions.

you don't technically know what he does with the shirts but you know that when your dad has him in the guest room, he thinks the walls are a lot thicker than they are.

-> finally convincing joel to send you a full body video of him cumming and he shocks you to your core when it’s just a video of him sitting back, full body in frame, his thick hairy thighs and huge arms grabbing your attention instantly. he’s looking directly at the camera as his cock bobs between his thighs, twitching and leaking everywhere for the camera before tensing up and spurting across his chest. joel’s head flies backwards as a deep groan rattles from his chest as he paints it white. he comes down with slow chants of “oh baby-” and "fuck, sweetheart." before going silent, just huffing into the air.

when he looks back down at the camera you can see a blush over his cheeks as he reaches for it. you can tell he's looking at himself not the camera when he gives you a “hope that was alright.” and a soft, timid smile before it ends

you respond with “come over right now.”

-> trying to give joel a blowjob for the first time. he's basically bouncing in his seat as you get on your knees. you take your time unzipping his pants, smiling at the way he moans at everything you do. his breathing picks up once you reach for the band of his breifs, his hands coming to the side of his chair, gripping so hard that his knuckles almost turn white. you take a moment to take in his state, all disheveled despite the fact that you've done nothing but undress him.

he rewards you with a desperate, breathy "i'll do anything".

his hips are fucking into the air as he keeps his eyes trained on the ceiling. you concede, wrapping your hand around his dick and shocking a moan out of him. you finally lean forward to place your lips on his tip, licking at his slit softly, relishing in his salty taste. he sucks in a sharp breath and never exhales.

you pull off of him to giggle at his reaction, maybe lick up his shaft. but the second you come off, his hips pump into the air, humping his dick against your cheek before cumming all over your face.

he groans like he got kicked in the chest, completely out of breath and so gravelly you know his voice will be scratchy afterward.

“mmm fuck. m’sorry. m’ so so sorry, love. s- so good.”

-> joel who wraps his arms around you so tightly that they shake when he cums. no matter what position. he’ll either rearrange the both of you so he can wrap you up or he’ll figure out a way in the position you’re in.

if he’s fucking you in doggy then he’ll lean down and wrap one arm around you. to make up for the missing arm, he’ll rant about how much he loves you in your ear.

his favorite position to have you in is spooning. first, because it's convenient. second, because he can wrap both his arms around you and pull you against his body as tightly as he wants.

sometimes he'll lock you in place and flip onto his back, planting his heels into the bed before beginning his relentless pace into your crying cunt.

-> in a van for a supply run with joel, tommy, maria and some other unknown characters. maria and tommy are upfront with the goons taking up the middle seats. you had to beg joel for this but you guys are in a cuddling position. joel sitting with his back to window, one leg straight and the other planted on the floor. you're sitting between his legs, leaning back against him but sitting straight enough to just turn your head if you want to kiss him.

but the road is more worn down than either of you expected. you try to act like you haven't only been focused on the hot bulge digging into your back every time the van bumps over a rock but once you feel the hot mass begin to harden and expand, you realize you're not the only one struggling with those thoughts.

with some more begging, a lot of neck kisses, gentle caressing, and soft, desperate words to joel. you're now in the same position but bent at the waist, giving him perfect access to your perky ass.

he's having way more fun than he'd care to admit but you can feel it. he was cautious at first, stopping anytime someone said something he thought might draw attention to the back, or even when the van got too silent. but know he's going at you. he's bringing your hips back directly on his cock like he's fucking you.

and he has no problem draping himself over your back to lean in your ear so you can hear him cumming in his pants for you

#joel miller fanfic #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #the last of us hbo #joel the last of us #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel tlou #joel x reader #sub! joel miller smut #joel miller imagine #joel miller blurb #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller tlou #joel miller the last of us #joel miller thots #joel miller one shot #joel miller pedro pascal #joel miller age gap #joel miller story #joel miller self insert #joel miller drabble #joel miller hbo #joel miller headcanon #joel miller last of us #joel miller brainrot #the last of us fanfiction

[pupyuj]

[cw: smut, masturbation, g!p, voyeurism, breeding, stalking??]

this pic of yujin got me acting up i'm sorry she's my dumb loser boyfriend i need her so bad 😩😩

imagine g!p yujin as your super hot, super cute but perverted next-door neighbor 👀

she has a very busy daily life, so you only see her at least three times a day and it's either when when she leaves her house early in the morning from work, get home from work some time in the late afternoon, and when she leaves her house again for her usual post-work routines (like going to the gym, hanging out with friends, walking her dog, etc.) . but yujin? yujin sees you a lot.

the windows in your bedrooms are right across each other, and yujin has developed this habit of subtly watching you every night after she comes home from her activities... she watches you while you're getting changed, or wiping off your makeup... and sometimes, she even catches your hookups,,, a lot of times yujin has stared intently through the barely opaque curtains you had in your room and watched as you bounce on someone's strap, or while you're getting your pussy eaten out.. but she likes it the best when you were bent over your own bed being pounded from behind,,

the sight drives yujin insane, and she ends up whipping her dick out and jerking herself off as she watched you, wishing that she was the one filling up your tight holes instead of just some random person,,,

OMGG when you invite her over to your house bcs you're throwing a party and she somehow manages to get you alone in your room 😵‍💫 you going on and on about finding extra pillows and blankets for your friends who are planning on spending the night while yujin stands by the door, realizing that everything she wanted, she could have right now...

yujin coming up behind you, pressing her hard cock against your ass and her hands immediately fondling your tits. her degrading you,, calling you a 'fucking whore' for having sex where someone can see you,,,, when you call her a 'creep' for continuously watching you through her window, she doesn't get mad.. in fact, she gets turned on even more bcs you obviously liked what she has done and what she was currently doing!!

yujin throwing you down on your bed, pulling off your panties and shorts in one swift motion,,, you're spreading your legs open while she pulls her cock out, already dripping with precum and has been the moment you pulled her inside your house and she saw you in a tank top and a thin flannel jacket and no bra,,

😳 her being so rough bcs your cunt feels so much better than she expected,,,, pounding into your walls mercilessly,, both of you moaning loudly, not at all caring if the party goers downstairs can hear you (they were all too drunk to care anyway)... the sight of your breasts bouncing while she thrusted her cock into you drove her insane, and when you started moving yourself so you could push her cock deeper inside you, yujin fucking came,, rope after rope of cum filling you up and making your head spin,, 🤤

also like the idea of continuing to have sex w other people while yujin keeps on watching,,, then you're inviting her over after every hookup bcs nobody can fill you up as good as your stalker neighbor yujin and her cock did :((

#ive x reader #ive smut #ive imagines #ahn yujin x fem reader #ahn yujin imagines #ahn yujin smut #ahn yujin x reader #yujin smut #girl group x reader #girl group smut #girl group imagines

[xodarling]

My little Bronya. - xodarling

includes: NON-CON, kidnapping, yandere!reader, obsession, stalking, g!p reader, sub!bronya, knife play, cocolia’s alive and well, masturbation, lowercase writing, riding, infantilization kinda, breeding kink, throat fucking, praise, impregnation, virgin!bronya

a/n: bobby’s back 👹 (and worse than b4 sorry if it feels rushed)

“ah.. ah..”

loud squelching sounds bounce off the walls of this dark and dusty basement, there are cobwebs on every corner of the room and the air in the room is heavy, making it feel like you were suffocating every time you inhaled.

those wet, sticky sounds get faster and faster, with each squelch another loud pant vibrates throughout the room. the sound of chair legs scraping the concrete ground are deafening along with the a very specific sound.

click!

small clicking sounds emanating through the room, then it stops and is replaced by a loud groan and even faster squelching.

“bronya.. bronya..”

a shaky voice repeats like a prayer, long shaky groans fill up the emptiness of the room. the dark room being lit up slightly by the brightness of a camera.

the camera roll gives the dark, dusty, and heavy basement some brightness. the basement was mostly empty except for a cork board on one side of the room, all the pictures are of the same person, bronya. the camera isn’t any different, the photos saved in the camera are all bronya.

“fuck!”

the sounds of a loud and desperate yelp, the chair pushed back a little and a loud slam of the wooden table all echo throughout the room.

the camera screen gets dirtied by the thick spurts of cum, the sounds of somebody bucking their hips against the wooden table echos throughout the basement, the sounds of grunts and groans get replaced by pants and sighs.

the sound of a tissue being pulled out the tissue box echo again, some tired pants also vibrate through the dusty walls. soon enough, you gain your senses, looking down at your a softening dick and then at the photo the camera’s showing.

a photo of bronya showering that you somehow managed to get. your dick hardens as you stare at the photo before you let out a groan and then a sigh. you are absolutely delusional and insane, your obsession with the future supreme guardian is getting out of hand.. and jacking off is no longer enough.

it was hard to find bronya alone and vulnerable, but you memorized the entirety of bronya’s home at this point, so sneaking in as she slept wasn’t too hard. you carried her like she was made of porcelain, even leaving soft kisses on her cheeks to indulge in your desires just a small amount.

sneaking past several silvermane guards and random civilians, you made it to your average sized home and went down into the dingy basement; all with bronya in your arms. you made sure to be gentle as you tied her to the chair, not wanting to hurt her yet but making sure it’s tight enough so she can’t get out.

you bring in another chair and shift it to be right in front of bronya, the wooden legs scraping against the concrete. shimmying your sweats down so your dick gets freed from the fabric. all you have to do is wait for her to wake up, best thing to do is sit there and jack off.

her eyelids flutter as her head hangs low, bronya realizes she’s not back home, she’s sitting, tied up, in some dusty gray room. bronya lifts up her head and her eyes widen when she sees you, face all flushed and your dominant hand pumping your shaft.

“good, i was starting to get impatient.” you sit up, the chair pushing back from your action. bronya was about to question but you pulled her head back and placed your swollen tip on her pouty lips, “suck.” you said. bronya hesitated for a moment before starting to leave kitten licks at the head of your dick.

bronya’s a smart girl, as she licked your tip and started to engulf more of your inches, she had an idea to bite your shaft; fortunately, you already predicted she would try something smart like that. you pulled a knife from the pockets in your sweater and placed the blade on her throat.

it all happened so fast. the blade hitting bronya’s neck and you forcefully shoving your dick all the way inside her mouth, causing her to gag with tears brimming her eyes. “bite and i’ll slit your throat.” you say with the angriest tone you can muster, you weren’t actually mad at her.. you were just trying to scare her.

and it worked actually, bronya shut her eyes and just took your fucking of her throat like a good girl. you gripped onto her silver hair and started to quicken your pace, “my little bronya, my baby.”, you whisper as she gags on your shaft, drool dripping down your balls and onto her thighs.

you comb your fingers through her soft bangs, bucking your hips into her mouth. hot tears pile in bronya’s eyes as she keeps them shut to not take in what’s happening, visually, “such a tight throat.” you whisper, pulling your shaft out and lightly slapping her face with it. “what a good girl you are, my little bronya.”

her face scrunches up when you do that. to her, your smell is disgusting, absolutely dreadful. the blade of the knife cuts through each of the ropes that are keeping bronya sat, you pull her up by her arm and then replace her in the wooden seat. your hands find their home on her clothed ass, groping her from above her pajama pants.

“been wanting to do this for so long..” you murmur and lean into rub your nose against her rear. bronya’s body tenses up with disgust as your calloused fingers slip under her pants and pull them down, plain white underwear being exposed. your dominant hand moves to your shaft as you stroke yourself slowly and the other pulls her panties up, exposing more of her soft ass.

your hand snakes it’s way to covered cunt and rubs her slit up and down, even though bronya’s all tense and uncomfy, her panties are dampening with each rub. after a while, you slowly pull down her underwear and push the small of her back to expose her bare cunt to you, dripping and swollen, just like you imagined. you can barely conceal a groan when you see it.

bronya’s heart begins to race even more when you pull her to your lap, your cock resting against her wet slit. your non-dominant hand still holds the knife and you wrap your hands around her waist, kissing the skin below her ear and whispering sweet nothings to her. “my baby, bronya. a baby for my baby..”

bronya can’t even process your words before your tip is slowly pressing inside her, you let out a groan and bronya lets out a strained and stifled whimper. “so much tighter than I thought.” you whisper before moving your hips, your shaft going inch by inch into her walls, your pre-cum oozes out your tip and stains her insides.

bronya lets out winces and whimpers, her walls being stretched beyond their limit, you coo in response whispering sweet praises into her ear while kissing her neck. patience is your strongest virtue and the slow insertion going inch by inch wasn’t cutting, so you grab her hips harshly and forcefully push her down your cock, a sharp shrill leaving her throat.

just a little bit of blood leaves her cunt which makes you groan as it mixes with your pre, you throw the knife in your hand into the middle of the basement and dig your fingers into her hips, leaving her no time to get used to anything and immediately starts to pound away brutally.

“ah-! wait! stop t-this, at o-once!” she yelps out, her fingers dig into the armrests of the dingy, wooden chair, tears begin to brim her silver eyes, the pain and pleasure was overwhelming and unbearable. all you do is moan at her protests, your hips moving at an unreasonable pace.

bronya writhes around in your grasp, her head being thrown back and her nails digging scratching the armchairs, your hands grab the back of her knees and pull her legs up, bronya moans at the new angle of your thrusts. you let out growls and groans, the force of your pounding sending bronya’s upwards a little.

this cowgirl position was boring you. it was fun hearing her bronya whine in protest and squirm on your lap but you need more. you let out a scoff and then sit up from the chair, bronya lets out a confused whine and then a pained one when you reverse your positions, her sitting on the chair with her legs on your shoulders and you standing in front.

there’s no intermission or pause for her to get used to this new position before you return to your animalistic thrusts, with a newfound vigor. “oh, ffucckk..” you throw your head back and groan out with no limitations, her wet, warm walls and her cross-eyed expression send fire into your balls.

your head was clouded with lust and desire, your tip hitting that spongy spot inside her was addicting and your shaft was beginning to tighten, a sign of your impending orgasm. “yeah, gonna fill you up.” you said between chuckles and groans, “gonna fill my baby up, gonna make you all big and round for me..”

bronya shakes her head and lets out a whine. she feels used, like she’s nothing but a hole for you to fuck and breed. just the thought of going back to her mother, if you do let her go, with a round stomach filled with your child made her sob loudly. the pain from your brutal thrusts was intense and the sudden shock of waking up to this left the usual independent and strong bronya weak.

speaking of her mother, the silvermane guards probably noticed that the future supreme guardian was gone. cocolia without a doubt sent all of her men to search for her precious daughter, not knowing what’s happening to her. bronya begins to sob uncontrollably, which only turns you on more.

“keep cryin’ for me, baby, i’m close.” you murmur, biting your lip and watching those diamond tears fall down her elegant face. bronya’s covers her face as her sobs get more violent along with your thrusts, the sound of skin on skin smacking echoes through the basement. everything is just pushing you closer to the edge.

your fingers dig into hips, your eyebrows knitting together, you want this to last forever, it feels so good you don’t want it to end. unfortunately, it does and with one final thrust you let out a loud moan and throw your head back. “fuck, take it, take it all.” you growl, aggressively fucking yourself through your ecstasy.

the girlish and shrill yelp bronya let out when your sperm filled her up was something unheard of to any soul until you, the intense and violent feeling pushed bronya to an unwanted orgasm as well. her legs tremble on your shoulders and her hand fly from her face to the armrests of the chair.

it feels like forever until you stop moving and finally pull out. her body trembles like a leaf and meek whimpers and protests leave her mouth. your eyes trail from her red and teary face, to her heaving chest, to her exposed cunt, watching it drip with your cum made you hard again.

“so perfect.” you murmur, placing your hand on her stomach and rubbing it. “wha-..? stop..” she murmurs, trying to squirm but gives up quickly after seeing your once again hardening cock.

it’ll take a while for the silvermane guards to find you, they won’t suspect some introverted innocent lady to be the one to kidnap the heir of the supreme guardian. so in the mean time.. why not have some more fun?

“let’s hope that they find you soon, my little bronya.” you chuckle and slowly insert yourself back inside her tight cunt, her hands fly to your shoulders and she lets out a whine, feeling her stomach bulge out a little from all the cum and your dick.

all she can do is sob and pray someone hears this, but from what it looks like, it’ll take a while.

THIS IS SO BAD IM SORRRY

#bronya x reader #bronya rand x reader #bronya smut #bronya rand smut #yandere!reader #dom!reader #tw.noncon

[benkeibear]

☰ 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝

⧫ Characters: Benkei, Sanzu, Baji

꒰ ͜͡➸Kakucho/Taiju/Kazutora

⧫ Reader: female

⧫ Summary: you help them with their not so little problem in the morning to make their day start with pleasure

⧫ WARNINGS: no dynamic for Benkei, penetrative sex, dom!Reader and consensual Somnophilia for Sanzu, oral (m!receiving), Sub!Reader for Baji

⧫ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! (This is a repost from my old url)

☰ Benkei:

Waking up in Benkei's arms was always a blessing, listening to his heartbeat as your head laid on his more than comfortable chest or having his arms securely wrapped around you as your backside was pressed to his toned torso - today was one of those mornings.

You couldn’t help but notice the way his length was pressed between your buttcheeks as He was grinding into you in his sleep.

Carefully you moved away from him and went to straddle him, kissing his neck gently until He groaned “mornin’ darling…what are you up to?” He asked tired, lazy smile on his lips. You smiled content and lined him up with your entrance “someone was getting needy in his sleep” you teased him, giving him the time to stop you if He would want that.

He chuckled deeply and guided your hips down so He bottomed out, hissing at how tight you were. Once you adjusted you started bouncing yourself on his length, moaning at how his tip kissed your cervix with each thrust. Benkei didn't last long this time, cursing out as He released Inside of you “I could wake up like that every morning” He teased, thumb playing with your clit to get you over the edge as well.

☰ Sanzu:

Sanzu was a menace, pretty much horny all day. Yes, a morning wood is normal and doesn't mean that He necessarily is horny but would He ever turn you down? Never. He gave you the okay a while ago that if you want to, you can gladly wake him up with a blowjob or even ride him, He would like that a lot.

So this morning you woke up, cuddling up to your sleeping boyfriend when you noticed the tent forming in his underwear. With a smirk you carefully pulled the clothing item down and freed his aching length, pre cum already leaking from the tip “seems like someone has a nice dream” you whispered as you lowered your mouth, letting your tongue glide over his sensitive tip which made him whine in his sleep.

You paid close attention to him, making sure he won’t wake up before he's already cumming, slowly bobbing your head on his length, tongue gliding over the vein on his underside.

When He started twitching in your mouth you could feel his hand on the back of your head, pushing you down so your nose was flush against his public bone, sinful moans filled the air as He came down your throat. “Hmm can you do this again tomorrow?” He asked smug once He calmed down from his high.

☰ Baji:

Baji disliked bothering you when you were sleeping and He was horny, much rather taking care of himself. But something about your naked body sprawled out on top of his made him reconsider.

He could feel your cunt laying right on his morning wood, wanting to praise whoever is up in the clouds for this opportunity. Common sense was quick to catch up, not wanting to take advantage of you while you slept so He let his hands run over your back, gently waking you up but holding you in place “Baby please… Can I?” He asked softly, grinding your hips against himself. You let out a tired laugh “of course Baji bear. Help yourself” you reassured him, helping him to move your bare core against him.

It wasn't enough for him, feeling your slick leaking onto him drove him insane as He pushed himself in, rocking his hips into yours as silent groans escaped him. Baji could never get enough of you like this, always willing to be used as his personal fleshlight “such a good girl for me” He hummed, letting his release paint your walls white as your own orgasm washed over you. He surely knew how to start the day right.

Networks: @tokyometronetwork

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #benkei x reader #keizo arashi x reader #sanzu x reader #baji x reader #benkei smut #keizo arashi smut #sanzu smut #baji smut #keizo arashi #sanzu haruchiyo #baji keisuke #repost

[the-weirdos-mind]

Twisted Wonderland: Azul Ashengrotto x Reader: Do We Have A Deal?

A mafia AU. Slight mentions of violence and blood

Getting yourself tied into the underground world is something no sane person would wish upon their worst enemy. For the insane it’s a life that you could thrive in. If you knew how to survive with the underworld and have the skills, you will be alright. You never wanted anything to do with any of the seven mafias that plagued the city you called home. You just wanted to run your cafe known as Ramshackle and live a life as normal as you can.

You should’ve known that the universe would decide otherwise. It had started as a normal day, business was steady and you were doing what you can to help the three other employees, Yuuken, Yuuka, and Yuuta. The first two worked as servers while the other one worked as the cook. Yuuta would also make the rest treats as a show of gratitude. At the end of the day you were in your office, going through paperwork that you had put off in order to help in the cafe. Your leg bouncing on the ground as you went through paper after paper. Notice after notice. Business has been really slow lately and the bank is threatening to shut you down. A knock came on the door. “Come in.” You said, not even looking up.

Yuuka came into the room, her dark eyes showing concern and worry. “(Y/N), there’s someone here to see you.” She said.

“I can’t see anyone right now I ha—”

“You really need to come out, it’s someone important.”

The tone she used made you finally look up from the pile of papers. One look at her and you can tell that it’s something that can’t wait. You stood from your seat. “Who’s here?”

“It’s best to see for yourself.”

You followed her out to the dining area and froze in your place when you saw the unexpected guests. There were three men, two looked identical with their teal hair, dark grey streaks, heterochromia brown and yellow eyes and an earring on one ear with teal gems dangling. Where one had one unique feature in the place, the other had the opposite. The other had silver-gray hair, thin glasses that framed the same colored eyes.

One of the identical men had Yuuken pinned against the wall by his throat. “You’re looking like you really need a squeeze.” He said, a sadistic smile that revealed sharp teeth on his face. He let out a laugh, having fun in making the poor man’s life flash before his eyes. Yuuta was being held by the shoulder by the other twin by his shoulder. He wanted to help but the grip on his shoulder would tighten

“Unless your friend gets the boss, then you won’t be let down soon.” The other one said.

“Now, now Jade and Floyd.” The smaller man said. “There’s no need for violence but this is a special case. He did rudely tell us to go as they’re closed but I really must speak with the owner. It’s important.”

‘Of course they’re here.’ You thought. The don of the Octavinelle mafia Azul Ashengrotto, and his most loyal men, Jade and Floyd Leech. “Let them go.” You said. The three heads turned towards you and the don smiled. They were clearly pleased to see you.

“Ah, (Y/N), you’re finally here. It’s so nice to see you.” Azul said, greeting you like you were old friends. You didn’t buy into the persona he put on. He signaled Floyd to let the man and he did so, albeit begrudgingly. His fun was interrupted. Jade had already let Yuuta go the moment you spoke.

“What do you want? I don’t appreciate my employees being threatened in that manner or any manner in fact.” You said. You crossed your arms over your chest, feeling aggravation rise.

“Please take a seat. You’ll want to sit down for this.”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the nearest chair at the closet table and plopping into it. “Just spill, I’m not in the mood for any games.”

“Of course.” He sat down across from you. “I want a partnership with this lovely cafe.”

Alarms started ringing in your head. Whenever Azul made a partnership with a small business, he ends up putting the original owner into debt and him taking control of the business. He’s taken so much businesses from other hard working entrepreneurs and now owns a good amount of the city. It’s his rise for total control.

“No.”

“I’m sorry what?”

“You heard me. The answer is no and it will always be. You can come back here a hundred times and still get the same answer.”

“But I assure—“

“Leave. I won’t say it again.”

You stood up and pointed to the door. There’s no way that you’re partnering up with that slimy octopus. You’re not interested in getting into debt and losing the only home you’ve ever known. The silvered hair male had a dark look in his eyes as he stood up from his seat.

“Alright. I’ll go but know you’ve made a grave mistake in turning me down. I’ll get what I want from you one day.” Azul said.

“Can’t I just give the shrimp a squeeze?” Floyd asked. A manic smile grew on his face. “The little shrimp is in need of one.” He let out a chuckle thinking about crushing your bones to bits.

“No Floyd. We best take our leave.” The three left with Floyd grumbling about not getting to squeeze anyone. You watched them walk down the sidewalk until you couldn’t see them anymore. Once you were sure they were gone, you turned to the three employees who were staring at you shell shocked. While you talked to Azul, Yuuka had gotten Yuuken into a chair so he could catch his breath. Yuuta had gone and got him a glass of water to calm the other’s nerves.

“Do you know what you just did?!” Yuuka yelled. “You’ve just painted a target on your back! Those that turned Azul down are never seen or heard of again.”

“I know the risks of getting into a contract with him. I don’t want everything that I built from the ground up in his hands. If something happens you three won’t be affected by the chaos. I’ll be sure of it.”

~~~~~~~~

Things had been getting out of control after that night. Whenever you come into work to open up shop, you find many surprises. It ranges from a chair being out of place to threatening messages written on your wall and questionable splatters on the floor or wall. At times those splatters are on both. You couldn’t tell what liquid it could be but a gut feeling was saying blood. You were quick to get things back to normal and cleaned up before the others arrived. You didn’t want them to worry about this. A part of your mind was telling you that you can’t hide it forever but the part that believes you can drowns it out.

It’s not until you came into work that you realized how grave the situation is becoming. The first thing you noticed when you walked up to the shop was the broken windows. You thought it was from some kids who got out of hand but when you unlocked the door and went inside, you felt the blood drain from your face. The furniture was turned over and broken. Wood splinters mixed with the broken glass and ceramics on the ground. On the wall was something that you would never forget, dried bloodied hand prints with a message in dried up blood.

We’re Coming For You

You pulled out your phone and took pictures of it. Then you called the three to tell them not to come into work. You called the police and had them come over to investigate. After the police did what they needed to do, you thanked them and sighed. Fear now flooded through your veins as you thought about who would be after you. You thought it was the Octavinelle mafia but then dismissed it. This wasn’t Azul’s style for getting revenge as you heard. From what you heard is that he makes his demands higher and higher until it’s impossible for pay him back, for those with contracts. For those without contracts he keeps showing up and offers bribes.

“My, my this is unfortunate.” A voice said. You turned around and saw Azul standing outside, peering in from a broken window.

“Go away Azul.” You said. “I’m not in the mood to deal with you.”

“I’m not here for any business reasons. I’m here simply because I saw the damage. Would you like any help?”

You rolled your eyes. “No. Just go.”

The man didn’t listen to you and simply walked in the building. He closed the door behind him and walked behind the counter. “(Y/N), it’s clear that someone has a grudge against you. Why I know not, but what I do know is that you’re in serious danger.” He spoke with a serious tone and serious glint in his eyes. He looked at the writing on the wall. “A poor unfortunate soul like you shouldn’t have to deal with this while dealing with debt. Of course, I can help you with that.”

“By forcing me into a contract? I won’t let you take everything away from me!”

He looked back at you. “I promise that I won’t do that. What I will offer you in return is protection and customers. I’ll tell people to come here and it’ll raise your business. You wouldn’t want the bank to close this place down right?” He had you there. You need money to keep business afloat. You watch as he pulled out a golden scroll, a feathered pen, and a vial of ink. “If you make a partnership with me, I’ll generously help you out.”

You watch as he set everything down on the counter. You knew you shouldn’t but bills are getting really expensive and you could use the help. “I have one condition. If I sign Yuuken, Yuuka, and Yuuta won’t be involved and know nothing about this. I promised them that I’ll keep them out of this and I intend to keep it.”

“You have my word. I’ll go ahead and add it in the contract.”

He dipped the pen in the vial and scribbled down the terms you added. He held the pen out to you. You sighed as you walked over to the counter and took the pen from his hands. You looked down at the contract and signed with a heavy heart. What you didn’t know was Azul was watching with a victorious smirk on his face.

He always gets what he wants.

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[viennacherries]

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It's not like you didn't already know this, but it's becoming increasingly apparent that Rolan is not a patient person.

You'd managed to find a spot with a rock outcropping that made a good enough shelter. The problem is, for both of you to fit under it, it's a little cramped. But you didn't want either of you sat out in the open where anything could spot you, so you'd reluctantly backed up to the wall and against Rolan's side.

It's a bit maddening, being this close to him. His scent fills your nostrils (he smells like weave and something musky, like sandalwood), which is incredibly distracting, and up close you notice he's covered in freckles. They cover his cheeks and forehead and climb their way up to his ears. He's also taken his hair down, which is frankly rather rude of him. It looks soft.

What's ruder is the fact that he literally cannot sit still. His legs bounce where they're stretched out in front of him, and every few minutes he adjusts his posture with a loud groan.

When his leg starts bouncing again for the umpteenth time, your hand shoots out and grabs his knee on its own accord to hold it down. He jumps at the contact and whips his head towards you, and the look of alarm he's wearing would be funny if he wasn't driving you insane.

"Rolan. If you don't stop fidgeting I'll stop you myself."

He frowns. "I can't help it."

You arch an eyebrow, "right, so you want me to hold you down for the rest of the evening? Because I will."

His face flushes and he shakes his head no, so you withdraw your hand. You feel his body relax next to you.

"You may as well try and get some sleep. I can keep watch and wake you up when it's safe to move."

He clears his throat, "that won't be necessary. I'm fine."

You scoff. He's definitely not fine, he's been wiggling around since you both sat down. You tell him as such and the blush rises back to his cheeks.

"I'm not- That's not why I'm-" He sighs "I'm fine."

"Ah, yes. People who are fine usually writhe around like worms."

He scowls at you, but doesn't say anything. At that moment you feel a shiver rip through you. His face softens with concern.

"Are you okay?"

You nod, wrapping your arms around yourself, "I'm fine."

He pulls a face at you. "Ah, yes. People who are fine usually shake like leaves."

Okay, in fairness, you walked right into that one.

"I'm okay, honestly. I'm just a bit cold."

You hadn't really thought about it when you left the inn, hopped up on adrenaline, but now you're sat here you've begun to realise you're not dressed for the chill. You're wearing a pair of light trousers and an old sweater with holes in the sleeves; the clothes you sleep in. It was fine when you were racing around looking for Rolan and fighting shadow creatures, but now that you're sat still with your back up against rock the cold is seeping into your body.

Rolan looks you up and down a few times, then makes a noise of frustration. "Gods, I'm sorry. I should've thought to- I haven't got enough magic left to cast anything to keep you warm."

"It's fine, I'll manage. Besides, you're like a furnace."

It's true, you can feel the warmth from his body where his arm is pressed up against yours. You've trying not to think about it, but it's getting harder to focus on anything else.

There's a moment of silence, and a look of hesitation in Rolan's eye, before he lifts the arm that's against you and instead wraps it around your shoulder. You flinch.

"What are you doing?"

He's blushed again. "Well. We- tieflings, that is- we naturally run hotter. And I got you into this predicament, so the least I can do is stop you from catching pneumonia."

You try desperately to think of an argument that stops him pulling you closer, but you come up empty. You're cold and he's warm, and he smells nice and his hair looks soft, and you are a weak, weak woman.

When you don't say anything else, he tentatively stretches his arm back around your shoulder, and places his hand there awkwardly. You pull a face at him.

"That can't be comfortable, your wrist is at an angle."

He shrugs, which makes you sigh. You grab his hand where it rests on your shoulder blade and manoeuvre yourself so that you're resting your head against his chest. You wrap his arm around you and push yourself against him. He freezes.

There's a long moment where you wonder if you've overstepped a boundary, but then he's sinking himself down against the rock so you can better lean on his chest, and pulling you tight against the side of his body. There's a moment of hesitation before you feel him rest his chin on the top of your head.

His scent and warmth wraps around you and you can feel his heartbeat against your cheek. His chin on the top of your head is a comforting weight, and being surrounded by him like this feels... intimate. You like it.

"I'm sorry, Tav."

You frown, but don't move. "For what?"

He swallows heavily. "I really was unfair to you. It's not your fault Cal and Lia were taken. You're the only reason any of us made it this far in the first place. I lashed out and it wasn't fair."

You give a small shrug, as much as you can without shaking his arms from around you. There's a moment, and then he's moving anyway, turning to face you and holding both of your shoulders.

"Tav, I mean it. It wasn't your fault. I'm sorry."

His eyes are piercing and you struggle to look away despite how intense his gaze is. "You were right. I'm not a leader. I just wanted to do what felt right, but I've put people in danger in the process."

He shakes his head, "I wasn't right. The best leaders are the ones who didn't choose it. They're the people everyone follows because they believe in them." One of his hands comes down and grasps yours, and you feel your breath hitch. "People believe in you, Tav. I... I believe in you."

You don't know how to reply to that, so you don't. Another shiver rips its way through your body, and Rolan wraps both of his arms around you and brings your head back to his chest.

"For warmth, of course." He says it softly.

You nod. "Of course." Your voice comes out quiet and breathless, and you feel Rolan shudder minutely.

A voice in the back of your head tells you that you're walking a fragile line, that you're slowly inching your way over it. That once you cross it there's no going back. The warmth of his embrace must be clouding your judgement, though, because you find you don't care.

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feel free to complain to me about the ii finale <3 i'm all ears

thank you ellie :)

fair warning for ii neg, especially on the latest episode.

prefacing this with saying: I LOVE INANIMATE INSANITY!!!!!! inanimate insanity is my favourite show in the world and every episode leaves me full of joy and excitement. i adore criticizing it not out of hatred but out of genuine love. i enjoy every single episode i watch.

however, i find that iii19 has been the worst episode so far. it has gotten me the least hyped out of any episode in the series, which is saying a lot because i bounce off the walls at every episode no matter how much i end up criticizing it later. there are. so many problems i have with it. im gonna try and organize them the best i can, though i'll probably(?) edit this post later to insert anything i missed or forgot to say.

starting off positively: oj!!!! personally i am so glad he didn't talk in this episode. i was terrified of the idea of him having a new va. the spin was adorable, i loved his signature thumbs ups, and every time i saw him i squealed with delight. him voting for balloon also made me really happy! despite the grudge he's had against him for so long, he still sticks with him on this part. even after laughing at his death the episode before that

in general all the seasonwunners voted for balloon!! which makes me happy!!! paintbrush, nickel, balloon, and oj have all been there for the very beginning of season 1, three of them being there for every season. i love the inherent connection the contestants from season 1 have with each other. they've been together since inanimate insanity began and they're there for the end of season 3 too. very sweet.

onto more negative stuff! I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE WHAT THEY DID WITH SILVER SPOON AND CANDLEEE they set up something crazy in the last episode and then did NOTHING with it!!! they had silver spoon beat candle unconscious the second she said something that wasn't coddling him like the manchild he is and she STILL voted for him. where even was she for half of the episode?? they just left her lifeless corpse on the ground in iii18 and then she eventually got up in this episode and just. went back to the competition??? dogshit writing

okay now i wanna talk about cabby. I Don't Like Cabby Anymore. so from the very beginning i have loved cabby. she was extremely similar to me in fact! i have really bad memory issues and i tend to keep files on people and on things that i might forget about, as well as just to organize my thoughts and ideas. i loved her confidence, obsession with knowledge, and analytical personality at the start. i was pretty upset when the characters (mostly test tube lmao) started relentlessly bullying her, and i HATE the whole thing in spring on the breakfast where they try to demonize her files. it was kind of annoying when they tried to remedy it really quickly after that because it was clearly because of the backlash, but i was glad they at least tried to fix it. however, over the course of the series, she just felt like she was... becoming sadder? pitiful, honestly? she went from an awesome smart character who loved taking notes on people's behaviour and using that information to get better at the game into some kind of Sad Little Bullied Victim. she doesn't even feel like a character anymore to me, just a mouthpiece for the creators to write dramatic "cathartic" speeches through to prove they're Definitely Not Ableist. also what was the deal with her parents lmao they never brought that up again

aaaand this episode was generally written really badly. super fucking corny for one. they literally had a little dance party at the end like people make jokes about for stereotypical Kids' Shows. but my issue is more with like... the weird super fast character development? and the way they wrapped everything up as quickly as possible? something that bothered me was the tonal whiplash between zuwie voicing springy super hysterically and dramatically and then springy being fully redeemed within like the next 5 minutes and dying for mephone. Why did they even die for mephone. like as a character why would he of all people die for mephone. thats so fucking stupid. the rest of the voice acting felt completely different from springy's as well so it just made the effect worse. everyone's lines were really corny and felt so manufactured, like they would pull characters to mephone's side (losing my mind over all the contestants rooting for mephone like cmon man that guy sucks i just know oj at least would want him dead) with a short Cathartic Speech and everything would be fixed and lovely and peachy keen. its just painful to watch. everything feels really weirdly disjointed and badly put together, the flow is awful, the "danger" doesn't feel like there's any suspense to it at all, and every character gets fully redeemed for no good reason. even walkie talkie chats casually with mephone at the end as if they're good friends after they were HYSTERICALLY INSISTING ON MURDERING HIM? AND MAKING HIM WATCH HIS OWN DEATH?? idk if this will get explained in s2 but we still don't know who walkie talkie is, what their motive is, WHY they got redeemed, etc. we know nothing about them. and even if it will be explained later, i think it's shitty writing that NOTHING was explained in this season.

some extra stuff

- SO FUCKING GLAD THEY DIDN'T BRING HOTEL OJ INTO THIS I WOULD'VE CRIED IF THEY PUT SEASON 3 CHARACTERS INTO HOTEL OJ OR MADE IT ALL SLEEK AND S3 STYLE

- the "you can do this" thing at the end was fucking stupid man that was so corny (btw corny isn't always bad but jesus christ... this episode was just awful with it)

- could not feel any emotion towards the Emotional Parts but laughter and secondhand embarrassment

- HOW DID THEY GET THE FUNDING FOR A LIBRARY? I THOUGHT THE PROBLEM WAS THAT MEPHONE DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING FOR A PRIZE HOW DID HE PAY FOR AN ENTIRE LIBRARY

- speaking of, why isn't oj back at the hotel. doesn't he have to manage it. wasn't paper having a ton of trouble managing it. why are all of them still on that fuckass island. did the library take like 5 minutes to build what the fuck

- ALSO!!! Why did they build a library in the middle of a deserted island

- i liked the short nickloon scene because im a nicklooner

- glad yinyang and candle got to talk

- test tube saying nearly nothing at all the entire episode except for sitting on the ground in a really stupid pose and apologizing to cabby made me laugh

- weirded out by tt and fan not talking to each other at all? not as a ship thing but like they're best friends aren't they

- really fucking annoyed by the fantube family picture at the end i hate fantube family leave that grown ass adult (bot) alone

- glad they didn't canonize any ships i was so scared about silvercandle and fantube

- 4s scene and s1 flashback was cool i love s1 so i got excited

- aaaaand i think my misogyny thread is relevant again. i should update it sometime because ii has only gotten worse about it lmao

- didn't like them making clover stupid for some reason like "is he talking about me?" come on

- oj not talking in these last two episodes is so glaringly unusual because he's never been able to shut his fucking mouth for even a minute

#juice.txt #ii neg #ii spoilers #i love this show but jesus fucking christ #absolute dogshit writing its so embarrassing

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Playing The Odds: Herman Kozik x Reader

Tagging: @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @words-and-seeds @danzer8705 @yourwinchesterbros @mysoulisasunflower

When Kozik first meets you, it’s because you’ve come to his door asking for your basketball back. You’ve been shooting hoops in your yard trying to decompress when you’d bounced it over the wall and into your neighbour’s garden. When he sees you there, in an old Linkin Park t-shirt and bike shorts he thinks he falls in love. He’s been in Sonora just shy twenty-four hours and already his life has changed completely.

His place is a mess, there are boxes everywhere half unpacked, he can’t find most of the stuff he needs because his brother Nate helped him move and Nate is fucking terrible. There’s no order to the items he’s shoved in each cardboard box, and it drives Kozik insane.

“You should get out the house a little bit.” You tell him when he hands you back the orange ball. “You look like you’re going a little stir crazy.”

His palm rubs over the back of his neck, he has that itch, the one he always gets when he needs a fix. He’s been clean a eight years now but sometimes he can still feel it scratching away at the surface of his brain. He wonders if you recognise the restlessness inside him. Junkies tend to find each other but he doesn’t see any of the tell-tale signs on your skin, you look healthy, vibrant, alive.

“Come to the court around the corner, shoot a couple of hoops with me.” You request, jerking your head in the direction of the court. You’re the first person he’s met in the neighbourhood, and he already knows he’d follow you anywhere.

To be fair, it’s a nice court, not one of the run-down ones he’s used to playing on back in Tacoma, the tarmac smells fresh and he can see it practically sizzling in the afternoon sun. The two of you must be mental to play in this heat, but there’s something in you, something that tells him you need to get out of your own head as much as he does.

You play one and one, and he finds it exhilarating because you aren’t scared to get up in his face despite his size and your trash talk…

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” He teases you, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. You shoot him the middle finger before pulling the twenty-dollar bill from the strap of your sports bra and flaunting it in his face.

“Remember when you used to have twenty bucks.”

Yea, you hustled him good.

Where he’s got the height and the range, you have the speed. You run rings around him, while he blocks your shots. The problem is he’s rusty. He hasn’t played since his last stint in prison a few years ago, but in a way it’s like flexing old muscles, his body remembers the moves it just takes a while for it to translate. When he bumps you, it isn’t intentional. He knows you’re going to take a tumble before it happens. He’s 6’1 and built like a brick shit house, you have no chance. He loops his arm around your waist, hauling you against him as your balance wavers.

The feel of his body against yours, that raw power and the hard plains of muscle…

You’re a goner even before those brilliant blue eyes meet yours.

“You good?” He asks, concern etched into his features as he studies your face.

Your breathings a little ragged, you can’t tell if it’s from the game or the proximity. There’s a deep throb inside of you, a heated ache that starts between your legs and rushes through your body like a narcotic. You want to pull away and you want to kiss him all at the same time, it’s a war inside of you, a tempest of visceral yearning and self-preservation because the last thing you want right now is to get involved with someone, even if it is this man, the one who makes you feel like there’s an electrical current zapping through your synapses.

“You gonna let me take you out?” He asks as he releases you from his grasp.

You step away, picking the ball up from where it’s rolled before bouncing it off the tarmac below your feet.

“I don’t know.” You tell him honestly, dipping your knees and lowering into an offence stance. “Now’s not really a great time for me.”

“It’s not a great time for me either.” He responds, following your lead and spreading his hands into a defensive position. “But a guy’s gotta eat.”

There’s something in the way he says it, the left corner of his mouth quirks up as your skin flushes and before you know it, the ball is out of your hands and sailing through the hoop. You give him a look and he shoots you one back.

It looks like you aren’t the only one doing a little hustling.

“Best of three.” You say to him as you reclaim the ball. “You win, you can take me out. You lose and I double my money.”

What Kozik hasn’t told you is that he almost went pro before he got addicted to coke, he’d had a scholarship lined up and everything. These past few games you’ve played, they’re just a warmup, a way of shaking the dust off because now he’s got something to aim for, an actual goal to achieve and that rallies him. He grins at you and it’s like you’re seeing the sun appear over the horizon for the first time since your life caved in on itself.

“You know what?” He says that vibrant blue eyes focusing on yours. “I really like my odds.”

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Mason's Legacy

Chapter 6: Solitude

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David's fist hit the Hyena soldier's face hard. The man shook his head trying to dispel the pain, his hands were tied to the armrests of the chair. He smiled, showing his bloody teeth.

"That was a good one." He mentioned it as if nothing had happened, as if David hadn't ended up breaking his nose with a single blow. "I have to admit, you're getting better at this. Is it because of the fury? Is it getting bigger and bigger as time goes on?" The Hyena tried to keep his eyes up, observing his tormentor.

David's eyes sparkled with anger. It had been a tough few days, knocking down every Hyena control center and base throughout Washington door by door, and they had finally found the Hyenas' main base. They killed everyone except one soldier, who was now tied to a chair, being interrogated. Still there was no sign of the leader.

Harper was in the corner of the room, his back against the wall and his arms crossed. Waiting for David to finish his turn or get tired. But he had been beating that son of a bitch for hours and he didn't seem tired. Harper was starting to get worried about his best friend. Dave wasn't sleeping, he wasn't eating, and yet he didn't show any signs of tiredness. It was as if he had become Section again, that perfect soldier who accomplished his goal no matter the cost. But David's eyes were not the same as before, they radiated anger, but Harper knew that those emotions only hid sadness, heartbreak and guilt. David's relationship with his daughter was very close, Harper could even say that it was vital for David. Abby was practically the only thing keeping David afloat after his wife and Woods died, if Abby had died the day Menendez shot her. Harper feared for what had become of his friend.

He didn't blame him, he felt the same way. The possibility that Abby would never be found broke his heart. Maybe he was better at hiding it than Dave. Harper took refuge in work. Now that the President was missing someone had to organize the Wolves.

Another blow hit that Hyena's face. This one was so strong that it even knocked over the chair. The man laughed again. "This one was even better!"

David was starting to get fed up with that psychopathic man, he even started to think that he was a masochist or something like that. He spent hours hitting him and he would just laugh or make worthless comments.

 Section approached him and grabbed him by the collar of his jacket.

"Where are they?" Mason spat angrily.

"Do you know… the true definition of insanity?" He asked the same question he asked Abby before Varl, his boss, threw her into the river tied to a rock. But David ignored him and hit him again. His knuckles were bloody, he didn't even know if that blood was his or the Hyena's.

He turned to Harper "Bring the wires and the battery."

Harper nodded and walked away for a moment, leaving David and the Hyena alone.

The man tilted his head and smiled sideways. "I like that sparkle in your eyes. Despair suits you my friend." He sighed without removing his smile. "But it's okay, I will be kind to you. I will show you that I can be a kind person too. Since you are such loyal soldiers to your country..." the man spoke mockingly. "Alright, puppy... you better put your ears up because I'm only going to say it once." The Hyena began to say "You're wasting your time. The president is found wrapped in a bag and rotting somewhere in the sewers of Washington with a hole between her eyes. So... You're welcome... I've saved you a lot of time."

David's eyes were wide, processing the information. That asshole was saying that they had killed the last president of the United States of America. David cursed silently, they had arrived too late. That was a complete disaster.

"Motherfucker..." David punched him with all his might, this time, some teeth bouncing on the ground. "And what about the girl? Where is she?!" David grabbed the man by the neck and shook him hard.

It took the man a few seconds to realize who David was asking. His smile went from mocking to evil.

"The little girl? Oh! I remember. She held on like a champ... She was tied to this same chair for two days, she didn't scream at any time, she has my respect... Why are you asking about her? Is she someone? important? Is she the president's daughter? Or maybe your colleague's over there?" The tortured man studied David's expression. "No... she's your daughter..."

"Where is she…?!" David repeated, growling as if he were going to rip out his jugular with a single bite.

"Why don't you start looking at the bottom of the Potomac River? Maybe you'll find it–"

The man couldn’t finish the sentence, the sound of a gunshot interrupted him as well as a hole between his eyebrows. Harper still kept the gun pointed at the now corpse. The barrel of the gun was still smoking, the room fell into an abysmal silence. Harper killed him, without second thoughts, his emotions took over and he couldn't help but pull the trigger. He had a terrifying look and heavy breathing.

Section remained silent, he was surprised by Harper's sudden action. It reminded him of when Harper killed Salazar for betrayal.

"We'll send a squad of drones to scan the bottom of the river. We'll search the shores and the bridges. We'll find her..." Harper patted his friend's shoulder and left the room.

David spent some time looking at the corpse, wondering if he would have been capable of reacting like that. For Abby? No, he would have done something worse, if what that asshole said was true, he would have tortured him for weeks, as payment for what he did to his daughter, or simply to satisfy his anger. But that was no longer necessary, Harper was faster this time, so he ended up leaving with his friend. They had to hurry.

Without wasting any more time the search party began. Underwater drones began scanning the entire bottom of the Potomac River. They began to find corpses of soldiers who had disappeared for quite some time, so the Wolves could finally bury their fallen comrades properly. But Abby's body still hadn't turned up.

David was tired, the cold seeping through his wet boots. He had spent hours pulling bodies out of the water. Always hoping to find his daughter's body. Although in a way he was grateful that they hadn’t found her yet, perhaps he couldn’t bear to see her that way, with a blue skin from the cold, stiff hands, and a chest that had no heartbeat.

He sighed and nodded to a couple of soldiers who asked him for help pulling a rather large body out of the water. David looked at the corpse floating next to the two men who were dragging it to the shore. No, it was too big to be Abby. He also helped them get him out of the water, they dragged him along the shore until they handed him over to the team of medics, who would be in charge of a quick autopsy and identifying the body.

David closed the body bag once the entire process was over. He wanted to take a break, his back hurt and the years were beginning to weigh more and more on his shoulders. He sat on the snow, observing the panorama. There were search teams going from one side to the other, some drones flying over the surface of the river and others diving below. It seemed incredible to him that the great network of resources and contacts that the Wolves had throughout the country, in just a few days Harper had managed to contact and bring reinforcements from the bases of operations closest to Washington DC.

Delta lay down next to him. The German Shepherd didn't leave his side at any time. The dog could sense David's concern and sadness.

"Hey buddy..." David stroked Delta's fur and forced a smile.

The animal rested its head on David's lap.

Some soldiers passing by looked at David for a longer time than normal. They probably asked themselves why spend so much resources and effort on finding just one girl. But David didn't care, he ignored them and tried to keep his agitated mind calm.

He took something out of his jacket pocket. It was Abby's butterfly knife. The one she got after the fight in that mall. God, it felt like it happened years ago. He unfolded the knife, showing the metal blade. He had to affiliate it a little. David decided that as soon as they reached the base he would sharpen it well so he could return it to his daughter–... His thoughts stopped instantly and a feeling of loneliness swept him like a wave against the rocks. It felt so strange not having her presence there.

A pair of boots were heard approaching, crunching the snow below. David slowly looked away from the knife and looked at the newcomer.

Harper nodded. Delta's ears perked up as he recognized him.

"Something new?" David asked.

Harper nodded. "Let me tell you"

David frowned in confusion, but stood up, followed by his dog.

They both began to walk along the shore towards the bridge, moving away from the rest of the soldiers and convoys. Delta walked ahead, sniffing the stones and snow.

"What is it about?" David asked, resting both hands on the straps of his vest.

"Yesterday the first guard shift came back." Harper began to explain "I've read the snipers’ reports. They reported seeing a convoy of Hyenas heading towards that bridge." Harper pointed his chin at the aforementioned infrastructure.

"Do you think Abby was in that convoy?" David frowned at him.

Harper tilted her head. "If we calculate the day and hour correctly...It's a possibility. I don't rule it out. We'll send the drones to search the area under the bridge."

They walked a little further.

"Hours later, when the sun began to rise, they saw a light transport helicopter hovering in the area. It had the insignia of the Chicago Wolves. I don't know why they were here."

"You said the CIA was in Chicago after the Perseus attack on Langley."

"That's right... A couple of CIA agents were in the White House but they left before the Hyenas attacked. After that we lost communication with the Chicago Wolves and the CIA. We also can't afford to fix the communications. If Perseus manages to listen to our conversations on the radio, he could find them again. They are still recovering from the blow."

"How long ago did Perseus attack?"

"Maybe a week and a half ago."

David's stomach turned, knowing that they were moving forward gave him a little more hope. But suddenly Delta's barking took away his thoughts.

"Hey, what's wrong with your dog?" Harper asked strangely.

Delta barked, looking at both men and then somewhere in the distance. It kept its ears up high and its tail moved from side to side. And it began to run until it reached a certain point on the shore.

"I don't know..." David grabbed his rifle. Delta didn't tend to bark for no apparent reason. "Keep alert…"

Harper did the same. And watching their steps, making as little noise as possible. They followed the dog for a few more meters until they found a pool of old blood on the snow and stones. It seemed surprising that that blood was still there.

Delta was sniffing the blood, circling around, wagging his tail, seeming to be excited. The German shepherd barked at David and then went back to sniffing at the blood.

It took David a few seconds to connect everything. He looked at the bridge, then at the river, then at the blood.

"She managed to get out of the water…" He looked at Harper for a few seconds. "That blood…"

His friend opened his eyes when he understood. The blood would have to be analyzed and compared with David's to see if there was a match but... there was the possibility...

"Is it…Abby's?"

"Is she alive?"

__________

Abby complained in a low tone as the nurse bandaged her ribs again.

"done." The woman commented when she finished with the bandages.

For Abby, the bandages were too tight, it was difficult for her to move, and her ribs hurt when she breathed. She was sitting on the hospital bed  where she was unconscious for two weeks.

"Next time, try not to remove the bandages. They will keep the ribs in place and prevent more serious injuries," the woman advised without even looking at her face. She simply dedicated herself to storing the medical supplies.

Abby could hear the resentment in her tone. Maybe the nurse was still resentful of Abby attacking her from behind, sticking a syringe full of anesthesia into her leg. She had to admit that she felt a little guilty.

She got off the hospital bed where she had been sitting while the nurse did a general check of her injuries and put on the rest of her clothes. She was putting on her sweatshirt as she left the infirmary but stopped before leaving.

"And I'm sorry." Abby mentioned. The nurse looked at her strangely without understanding what she was talking about "for…." Abby rubbed the back of her neck somewhat embarrassed.

The woman seemed to look at her without any expression. "It's not the strangest thing that's ever happened to me. You're fine, girl. Now go away, he’s waiting for you."

Abby was a little taken aback. Expecting? Who?

When the nurse saw the young woman's confused reaction. She pointed her chin toward Abby's back. She looked in the same direction and found Woods. He was there, with his back against the hallway wall and his hands in his pants pockets.

"Are you done, kid?" Woods asked.

Abby had to admit, it seemed extremely strange to see him fifty years younger. With a thick beard and black hair. He did have some gray hair though. At what age did he start to have gray hair? Maybe it made it even weirder to see him alive. She still couldn't fully assimilate it, it gave her the feeling that she was in some dream, that it was some trick of her mind and that she was still in a coma.

A few hours ago she was surviving on the streets of Chicago and now she was in a secret CIA facility. Woods mentioned that since the war started, the CIA made sure to create a safe haven away from Langley just in case. They weren't the best facilities, in fact it looked more like a Guerrilla headquarters in an abandoned hospital than a CIA facility. They must have been going through a bad time.

"Abs?" Woods' voice brought her out of her thoughts.

"Huh? Ah! Yes, everything ready, sir"

Woods looked at her for a few seconds, wondering what was going on inside that kid's head. There were probably too many questions and he wouldn't have the authority to answer them all.

"Let's go. They're waiting for us." Frank shook his head. Motioning for Abby to follow him.

"Who's waiting for us?" Abby followed the man through the hallways. She received no response, just a short look that Abby couldn't decipher.

There were other CIA agents hanging around. Some ignored them, others gave a quick wave to Woods. Abby swore some of the officers were looking at her with resentment or perhaps anger. Abby recognized some of the guards who were in charge of guarding her room when she was unconscious. They had their heads bandaged or some bruises on their faces. She had to admit that she felt guilty in a way. If she had known that they were the CIA, all that wouldn’t have happened. But it's not like she completely trusted them either. It was the CIA after all, they had too many secrets hidden under the mattress. Maybe the only reason she was still there was because of Woods. The only person she could trust at the moment. In fact she wasn't one hundred percent sure about that.

Abby looked at Frank's back. The shoulders were broader and he was even taller. She was still having a hard time getting used to seeing him walk on his own. It was as if he had never been in a wheelchair. Abby wondered what they had done to him, did they replace his knees? Did he wear a prosthesis? Or technology had simply advanced enough to be able to heal his legs. David always said that the greatest technological advances were always made in times of war.

Woods stopped and called the elevator.

“Hey.” Abby was confused “Where are we going?

Woods turned to see the young woman. "Do you want to ruin the surprise?"

"Is that surprise good?" Abby asked with a raised eyebrow.

The elevator doors opened and Woods entered. He tilted his head, considering his response.

"No." 

"Huh?! What do you mean by that?!"

Woods put his hand in front of the elevator door to prevent it from closing in front of him.

Frank looked at the girl, he didn't know what to tell her what was going to happen, because he didn't know either. Things were tense at the CIA, they weren’t at the best of times. That's why he had gone to look for her, lately he couldn't even trust his own shadow.

"Worst case scenario you'll die of fucking boredom." He chuckled, hiding his concern.

Abby looked at him for a few seconds, not very convinced. That kid knew him too well.

"Come on, come in already. Or I'll die again just waiting for you."

Abby rolled her eyes, not sure whether to laugh at that joke, and entered the elevator.

"I hope you at least don't leave me alone in whatever you're getting me into."

A small smile peeked out from under Woods' mustache and he snorted through his nose.

"Not a single minute."

The doors closed again but a hand stopped them again at the last moment. When they reopened there was a man of some advanced age, perhaps the same age as Woods but he looked older. He had white hair combed back, wore aviator-rimmed glasses, and had a face that looked like he was bitter or angry with everyone. That man also looked like he was straight out of the eighties.

The man stepped into the elevator, took a quick glance at Abby and then at Woods.

"Woods" That man greeted, ignoring Abby.

"Black." Frank greeted without much interest or with little courtesy.

The elevator began to descend.

The place was small, and those two men were big enough to take up almost the entire space. Abby was in the middle and was starting to miss her bubble of personal space.

"You're late" Black broke the awkward silence by keeping his eyes focused forward.

"No Shit Sherlock" Woods' mood seemed to have worsened with the man's presence.

"It wasn't your job to bring in the interrogation subject." This time Black turned to look Frank in the eyes.

Woods put his hand on Abby's shoulder and slowly pushed her away. Putting the young woman behind him.

"What the fuck did you just call her?" Woods stayed inches from Black, imposing his intimidating figure. Woods was taller and bigger than Black, there was no doubt about that.

Oh no, Abby knew what that look meant. She never saw Woods fight or hit anyone. No, he was too old for that stuff, at least... five years ago. But she knew Woods' temperament and she had heard hundreds of stories about his youth.

Woods was a dog that bites first and barks later.

"You should remember what the situation is and what that kid has done." Black counterattacked without showing weakness. He remained calm in the face of the sergeant's provocations.

"And you should remember who that fucking kid is" Woods pointed at Black menacingly.

Abby watched them as if she were watching a tennis match. To one side, and to the other.

"A last name can't always save her ass, do you understand what that kid has done? I already told Hudson that it wasn’t a good idea to involve you and Mason in this matter. I recommend that you put your personal life aside and act professionally. Remember who you are talking to, my patience has a limit sergeant"

Suddenly the elevator doors opened. A man was waiting for them on the other side. He had a shaved head, sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose, and if Abby looked closely, a discreet scar crossed his face diagonally.

According to Woods, that man with the personality of an ice cube was Jason Hudson. Woods had talked to her about him a couple of times, he always liked to tell the story of how he met him. 

Abby remembered that during all the way back to the CIA facility, Hudson barely spoke, and when he did it was curt and cold. Abby could feel his heavy gaze on the back of her neck the entire trip.

Apparently his presence interrupted the tense conversation between the two men. Woods clicked his tongue in annoyance and left the elevator. Abby didn't really know what to do so she simply followed Woods, but not before taking one last look at Black. The man didn’t give the young woman the happiest look. He definitely took her for an intruder.

"You're late, Frank." Hudson mentioned.

"Don't fucking tell me," Woods spat, walking past him.

Hudson watched Woods and Abby walk away. He knew there was something different about Frank. He wasn't his  most precious person but he knew him well. Woods had his usual bad mood around Hudson… but something was different. He didn't know what yet, but he did know the reason. He looked at the young woman accompanying the sergeant. They seemed to be talking, Woods' expression always relaxed a little every time he looked at the kid. Despite the situation he was in.

When Hudson heard that story about Woods and the girl, he almost laughed. But now that he saw it with his own eyes, perhaps over the years Frank had unearthed his softer side. After all, he was the only one who lived to grow old.

"I don't trust her." Black mentioned staying next to Hudson. "We're being naïve, Hudson. We don't know her intentions, if our suspicions are true..."

Hudson took a while to answer, he was immersed in his thoughts. Many things were running through his head.

"We'll know soon."

Abby looked around. They seemed to have reached an underground level. It looked like a bunker, the walls were concrete, there were no windows. It was a boring hallway with doors on the sides.

"This looks like a fucking bunker," Abby mentioned looking around.

This time Woods didn't answer her. His mind seemed to be somewhere else, his expression was serious, he was frowning and clenching his jaw. Abby was starting to worry, where were they going? What was going to become of her?

They ended up reaching the end of the hallway, a large dark wooden door stood before them. Woods grabbed the doorknob but Abby stopped him before opening it.

"Sir." 

He turned around.

"What's this all about?" Abby's face showed some concern, and it squeezed Frank's heart. Abby looked like a lost fawn disoriented in the middle of the road. But he couldn't do anything, just sit and wait for the fawn to be run over. The least he could do was teach her how to defend herself or maybe how to cross the road.

He sighed through his nose.

"Listen Abs..." Woods was about to give her a speech about what was happening and what he thought about this whole fucking disaster, in the end he didn't say anything. He didn't want to scare her any more than she already was. "Just don't let yourself be trampled on and choose your words well."

Abby didn't have time to answer, Woods opened the door and entered. When she entered she found a meeting room, it was similar to the one in the White House. A huge, long wooden table was in the middle, surrounded by chairs that looked quite comfortable. There were tons of documents scattered across the table. There was a three-dimensional hologram projecting from the center of the table, looking like classified documents. The hologram disappeared as soon as those present in that room became aware of the young woman's presence, so Abby could not see what it was about.

There were people sitting around the table, some of whom she already knew or had already told her their names. Abby recognized the man with the russian accent and the eyepatch, she didn't know his name yet but she remembered his face well, it was him who saved her life after all. She also recognized that man with the scar on his face, Adler, if Abby remembered correctly. His hand was bandaged because of the fight they both had a few hours ago. Abby didn't feel guilty for stabbing his hand, she was defending herself. He knew who she was and still decided to attack her like that, it wasn't his fault. Next to him was also that British woman, she didn't seem to belong there. She didn't look like she was from the CIA, MI6 maybe? If so, she was very far from home.

On the other side Woods sat next to Alex Mason. Abby's stomach flipped at the sight of him. If it was hard to believe Woods was alive, seeing Alex Mason alive was even harder. She was seeing her grandfather, her real grandfather. She hadn't had a conversation with him since the first meeting. It felt uncomfortable to talk to someone with whom you are so close and at the same time is a complete stranger to you. Still, Abby could see certain traits in Mason, which she also saw in her father, even in herself. The Mason family genes are strong. Abby didn't really know how to feel, her feelings were too mixed up.

Both Mason looked at each other for a few long seconds that seemed eternal. Until the last two remaining people entered.

Hudson sat next to Mason and Woods while Black stood at the head of the table. Abby didn't like the situation at all. Was this going to be an interrogation? The silence was very tense.

"You can have a seat," Black offered, pretending to be interested in the classified documents on the table.

"I'd rather stay standing, thank you." Abby replied with a dry tone. Implying that she wasn’t going to follow his orders no matter how simple they were. She wasn't going to fall for his game.

Black looked at her over his glasses, he didn't have a friendly expression. Abby didn't look away, she wasn't going to act like a scared kid.

"What is this all about?" Abby asked, looking at everyone present with a frown.

Adler left the cigarette between his lips for a moment to take out the flash drive and leave it on the table. He didn't say anything, just continued smoking and maintaining a neutral expression.

Suddenly Abby's insides twisted just looking at the flash drive. Memories of everything she had to go through to protect that flash drive came back to her mind as if a boxer hit her square in the stomach. She unconsciously stroked her fingers with missing nails. Her breathing became heavy, she even forgot how to blink.

Woods noticed Abby's sudden change in attitude. He took a quick look at Mason, who also looked at him in silence. Frank didn't have a good feeling.

"The USB device." Black spoke again. "Where did you get it from?"

Abby didn't take her eyes off the flash drive.

"And what does that matter...? You already have it, right?"

"That excuse doesn't work for us, kid." Adler took another drag on his cigarette and leaned his back on the seat. "Make things easier for all of us. And there will be no need to take any other type of measures" he looked discreetly at Woods and Mason.

Other types of measures?

Frank looked at him like he wanted to rip out his throat. It was funny, he and Adler used to be good friends. They had been through a lot of shit together, but now after all those years he didn't give a shit. Not after the decision Russ made.

"Is that a threat, Scarface?" Abby attacked, causing Adler to look back at her.

"Take it however you want kid."

"Abby..." Park tried to intervene. The conversation was beginning to get agitated.

"Did you steal it?" Adler insisted.

"Steal it?! I never asked to have that flash drive!" Abby laughed bitterly. She was starting to get nervous. Were they really accusing her? "Do you think I'm fucking capable of doing something like that?!"

"After seeing you try to run away from the CIA and knock almost all of the guards unconscious. Yeah, I think so." Adler took a drag on his cigarette. "Besides, you were the last person to talk to the President before she disappeared."

"She gave it to me!" Abby was very upset and started to get angry. Who was that idiot to accuse her like that?!

"You? Who in their right mind would give classified information to a girl like you?"

"Adler." Park tried to get his attention, if he kept pressuring the girl to talk, he wasn't going to achieve anything.

Oh but Adler ignored her. He was ready to break her to confess everything. He didn't believe a single word of her. He stood up and walked towards her.

"answer me."

"Fuck you."

"Adler, don't fucking touch her!" Woods got up too.

"Woods sit down," Hudson ordered.

Abby's breathing was beginning to become more labored. Her adrenaline levels began to skyrocket, her vision becoming blurry. The memories of those days she was tied in that chair. Abby could swear she still felt the pressure on her wrists, the wire around her neck.

"You know… the true definition of insanity…" 

Varl's words repeated over and over in her head. She felt the hands of the rotting corpses at the bottom of the river grabbing her legs. If Abby looked down, she could even see those hands come out of the ground to pull her down with them.

Adler kept accusing her of stealing the flash drive, and other things that she didn't understand. Park had also gotten up trying to stop Adler.

"Adler! Abby is not psychologically recovered, you can't–!"

"Answer me! Where did you get the flash drive?"

Woods was ready to hit Adler if he kept pressuring Abby like that.

"Don't you fucking dare Adler!"

"Woods, that's enough!"

"Move over Hudson!"

Mason got up too, Hudson couldn't handle Woods alone.

The hands of the corpses began to climb Abby's legs, she was short of breath, her lungs began to fill with water and the wire began to squeeze her neck.

Black sighed, seeing the chaos that meeting had become. Weaver sat there not really knowing what to do.

Adler continued to approach Abby.

"Adler!" 

"I doubt the president would have just given you the USB, kid. What did you do to Bosworth?!"

"THE PRESIDENT IS DEAD!"

Abby ended up exploding with anger.

"I fucking killed her!"

Suddenly the room was filled with a heavy silence.

Abby was getting dizzy, she felt her heartbeat in her ears, deafening everything around her. She couldn't breathe. She had to sit down, her blurry vision riveted to her trembling hands. She wasn’t able to stop the shaking.

She never thought much about Bosworth, perhaps because she didn't have time to. She was too busy trying to get out of there alive. In fact, she was trying to blame the president for what had happened to her, but if she thought about it... What would she have done in her place? Bosworth was between a rock and a hard place, save a girl or save the world. What would Abby have done in her situation? Maybe the same? She would never know. But what she did know was that Bosworth didn't deserve to die that way. If only Abby had…

Suddenly all the anger she felt turned into sadness, regret and frustration.

Fuck…

"Or at least… it was my fault she died." She shook her head.

Everyone looked at each other, in silence. Not knowing what to say.

"We were so close... If only I had held on a little longer. If only I hadn't let go of the flash drive... She..."

"Abs..." Frank was the first to break the silence.

Abby raised her head, her green eyes shining with tears threatening to fall.

Woods gritted his teeth. Abby looked defeated, hurt. And he knew he couldn't do anything. His chest tightened just remembering the state Abby arrived in when Weaver found her. God, he would have given the whole world to protect her. But now she was there, tossing pieces, unable to pick up all the pieces.

Adler pursed his lips and without saying anything returned to his seat to smoke in silence. He had done it, that was not what he expected but he managed to break down Abby's walls. And now information will flow like water in a river. Apparently that had been easier, the kid had too much temperament, it was very easy to get under her skin and press the appropriate buttons, the syringes wouldn’t be necessary.

"Are you saying... that the president... is dead?" Black couldn't believe it. This whole thing was a fucking disaster. He ran his hand through his hair and paced around the room trying to calm himself down.

Abby nodded without looking at him.

"What happened?" This time it was Mason who spoke. Clearly curious and worried at the same time. Abby was too young to go through that. Damn, no one should have to go through that. And Alex knew it well.

Abby simply held up a hand, showing the absence of nails. That was a sufficient answer.

"I hid the flash drive. Between the inside of the cheek and the teeth, it was small enough that they wouldn't notice it." Her eyebrows began to tremble. "I was tied to that chair for..." she closed her eyes trying to remember "umh..."

"Two days and eleven hours," Weaver suddenly said, "was how long it took us to find her after the incident at the White House. Truly a miracle, we found her on the shore of the Potomac River."

Abby nodded.

"Did they torture you both?" Black asked.

"No, just me. They made her watch."

"Motherfuckers." Woods swore into the air, shaking his head and gripping the armrests of the chairs tightly. More and more as he listened to the story.

"They believed that if they hurt me enough, Bosworth would end up telling the truth." Abby pointed to her neck, still marked by the wire. "In the end they got tired of waiting and wanted to speed things up. To prevent them from ending up killing me, Bosworth lied."

"What did she say?" Park asked this time.

Abby closed her eyes for a moment, trying to remember. It was difficult since at that moment she was trying not to die.

"Huh... She said the flash driveDrive was still in the White House"

"But actually you had it." Adler pointed the cigarette at her.

Abby gave him a dirty look, she didn't like that man. He was hiding something, he wasn't acting sincere, it seemed like he was always one step ahead of everyone. But she sighed and answered.

"The president gave me the flash drive before the White House completely went to shit. They told me to give it to my father."

"Dave?" Woods leaned forward. He shared a quick glance with Mason.

Abby nodded.

"A simple intermediary, the flash drive was to be delivered to us" Adler spoke again.

"We need to process all the information inside in order to take our next step." Park added.

"If what you're worried about is the Black Out project. Yes, it's all in there. With... the rest of the files, the experiments, the laboratories, and all that shit"

"Did you open the documents on the flash drive?" Adler couldn't believe it. When he thought that kidl couldn't surprise him anymore, she always did. "Do you have any idea how serious this all is?"

"You think I don't know, asshole? I had to make sure I recovered all the data."

"Recover?" Park asked.

Abby sighed and continued telling her story.

"They used a wire around my neck. When Bosworth finished lying they let me go and I started coughing. The USB fell out. They realized the president had lied and killed her before she could do anything." Abby paused and shook her head, still feeling guilty about everything. But she knew they didn't want to hear her sorrows, only what really happened. "They wanted to get rid of me too but it seemed like they wanted to play with me some more, so they shot me in the stomach. They left me alone with a guard. That guy started processing the information in the central computer. I don't know if he ever sent the information to the rest.

"the rest?"

"Yes, um... I don't know very well, it was a group of Hyenas that tortured me."

Adler sighed through his nose as he massaged his temples with the hand holding the cigarette.

"The Hyenas are the dogs of Perseus..."

"Do you think they sent the USB data to Perseus?" Hudson asked.

"It’s very probable." Adler responded.

Abby didn't know what to answer. But she kept telling her story.

"I managed to untie myself from the chair and killed the guy. I transferred the data to the USB again and deleted it from the computer"

"We found the USB after performing several medical tests on you." Park took a look at some documents, they looked like the results of some blood tests and a CT scan.

"I didn't have much time to think. I removed the bullet from my abdomen and inserted the flash drive into the bullet wound. Then I stitched it up. I thought that if they caught me again at least they wouldn't find the flash drive so easily."

Woods' mouth twisted. He knew perfectly well how much it hurt to take out a bullet by yourself. And that Abby had to do it, even without knowing why she had to protect that flash drive. Without knowing the reason why she was going through that...

Damn, Abby's just a kid.

"And you managed to escape." Adler finished the story.

"No." Abby interrupted him. "I tried, but they found me. They thought it would be fun to tie me to a rock and throw me into the Potomac River."

"That explains the severe hypothermia." Weaver mentioned.

"I managed to cut the rope and–..." Abby paused for a moment. "What's that?"

She looked at a document. It looked like someone's personal file. It had a small photograph attached to the documents. It was the man with the white eye.

Adler realized what she was looking at and removed the documents from the table.

"We didn't bring you here to stick your nose where you shouldn't." He was becoming increasingly suspicious of the girl's attitude. Maybe they should use syringes.

"Who is it?" Abby asked, not caring about Adler or Black's threatening glare.

"Abs..." Woods called after her as he discreetly shook his head. If Abby kept this up, things could end badly. Frank had to get her out of there as soon as possible.

But there was something in Abby that told her she had to insist. That man, she had to know who he was. After all, he was the one who authorized Varl to torture her.

"Do you know who that guy is?" Abby insisted.

Adler stood up. This was already too much. Woods and Mason could try to convince him of anything they wanted, but they would get nowhere. He could no longer trust that kid's word.

"Park, tell Sims."

"Adler!" Woods got up too, he was pissed.

"Time's up. Now we'll do it my way."

"This is not what we agreed to." Mason interjected.

Another argument was going to start but everyone fell silent when Hudson stood up without saying anything. He took that small photograph, separated it from the documents, and placed it in front of Abby.

"Do you know this man?"

Adler pursed his lips and looked away.

Abby took the photo between her fingers. In that photo the man was without the gas mask and hood. But that white eye is unmistakable.

"I've seen this guy." She muttered, frowning.

So at that moment he gained Adler's full attention.

"What did you just say?"

"He was wearing a gas mask and a hood but it was the same man. He came into the room for a moment. He seemed to be in charge or something."

Hudson sighed. "We're late then."

"Why? Is he perhaps an undead like you? Because he has a dead face?" Abby asked. But everyone's somber expression already answered her question.

Oh shit…

Black put both fists on the table. "Things have just changed"

"Have those assholes already used the Black out project?" Woods raised his voice.

"Fuck…"

"That means..." Abby looked everyone in the eye with a confused expression. "What I did was of no use?"

"Not at all," Hudson replied. "We still have the rest of the files. We can get information from laboratories, bunkers, and HQs. You name it, we know that Madam President added more vital data on the flash drive apart from the Black out project. We are still one step ahead"

"There is still work to do." Adler said, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray.

Abby could hear little more of the conversation. She was removed from the meeting room when she was no longer useful. Although the look behind Adler's sunglasses said otherwise. Alex offered to keep an eye on her. So now both Mason walked in an enormously awkward silence.

"Are you hungry?"

"No."

She lied, she was starving. She had spent two days on the streets of Chicago trying to figure out how to get out of there, after having been in a coma for a severe number of days. Abby was actually surprised how she could still stand.

"Where are you taking me?" Abby asked. Alex could be her biological grandfather but she still didn't trust him.

Mason turned to look at her for a moment and smiled slightly. "To eat something."

There was another long, awkward silence. Walking through the hallways. People kept giving Abby dirty looks. They continued to see her as an intruder.

"They keep looking at me like I killed someone," she muttered to herself.

"Well, considering you tried to run away with classified information and knocked out half the guard…" Mason tried to say it like it was a joke but earned a dirty look from Abby.

"I didn't even know you were the fucking CIA!" Abby complained "I was just doing what I was supposed to do." She walked with her hands in her pants pockets and looked at the ground.

"I get it kid"

Mason sighed. He understood her. She was just doing what she had been asked to do. And yet she had become the villain of the movie. He also went through the same thing in a way. Vorkuta, Reznov, Steiner, Dragovich, Kravchenko…

Flashes of red numbers blinded his eyes for a moment, his anxiety and adrenaline levels rose for just a few seconds until he heard his granddaughter's voice.

"Hey. Everything okay?" For a moment Abby noticed the sudden change in Mason's expression.

Alex managed to hide it well. "Yeah, don't worry. Side effects of being undead." He lied.

Abby raised a curious eyebrow. For a moment she put aside her defensive attitude.

"How long have you been alive... for the second time?"

"I'm afraid that's classified."

"Is everything classified here?" Abby complained. The lack of information made her nervous. She couldn't prepare herself for what the future was going to bring. She didn't even know what was going to happen to her in five minutes.

"Unfortunately yes."

"Even the shoe size you wear?"

Mason chuckled "you'd be surprised."

"That makes no sense! Why would the shoe size be classified information?! Is it that some terrorist is going to steal your boots?"

Eventually they arrived at a small, makeshift Dining Hall. There were a few agents scattered around the tables, eating and talking. It was late at night, there were a few soldiers.

"Sit wherever you want, I'll be right back." And Mason was gone in seconds.

"And where are you supposed to go-?!" Abby lost sight of him before she could finish her sentence. "And you call this keeping an eye on me?" Abby murmured as she sat at a table, away from everyone, but having a good view of the entire place, the people and the exits.

She still felt like an intruder. Everyone looked at her and whispered. It seemed like the rumor had spread like wildfire. Maybe the CIA wasn't so good at keeping secrets. She felt watched, small and helpless. She had the urge to grab one of the butter knives to use as a weapon in case someone approached.

"Good place" Finally she heard Mason's voice again, along with the exquisite smell of a meat stew. The smell of food was enormously familiar.

It smelled like home.

Mason put the plate in front of Abby and then sat down in front of her.

"Did you cook that?" Abby was incredibly surprised and bewildered. It was like when you smell a smell that reminds you of your childhood but you don't know where it comes from, and it gives you a huge feeling of nostalgia.

"It's my own recipe. Well, my wife helped me perfect it years ago. I cooked it this morning, I hope it tastes just as good."

Abby took the fork and didn't hesitate to take the first bite. When the taste hit her mouth, Abby could swear she almost melted right there. For a moment she felt like she had traveled ten years ago.

"And?" Mason asked curiously.

"It tastes like the stew Woods used to make." Abby answered with her mouth full. Gobbling down the food and forgetting about manners completely.

Mason snorted through his nose.

"That's because I taught him how to cook it. If it weren't for me, Frank would have lived on fast food all his life." Mason took another bite.

"Hey. Burger Town isn't that bad. I used to sneak out with the old man at two in the morning for a couple of burgers. Although my mom caught us a couple of times." She pointed the fork at Mason.

Alex chuckled and shook his head. "Why does it not surprise me?"

There was another long silence. This time it was more comfortable. Both Mason ate quietly, well, at least the eldest Mason, Abby devoured like there was no tomorrow.

Alex looked at Abby for a moment, she looked a lot like David. She had the same eyes, the same ears, even the same nose. Or at least what he remembered of little Dave. An inappropriate feeling of nostalgia and regret flooded him, but he knew how to hide it well.

"Hey…" Mason tried to start another conversation. "I realized what happened to you. At the meeting."

Abby looked up from her finished plate. Alex could see Abby's eyes harden again, frowning. She was raising her defenses again. Was Mason crossing a line he wasn't supposed to cross yet? Had the conversation become too personal?

"I know you saw things we haven't been able to see. You kept looking at your boots and the ground." Mason tried to sound as non-invasive as possible. He knew what Abby was going through, the post-traumatic stress disorder, the hallucinations, the dark circles under her eyes due to the nightmares, the constant twitching in her leg due to anxiety, the lack of breathing... And he knew that it was a delicate subject. Abby was too young to go through that alone. "You said they tried to get rid of you. In the Potomac River. You didn't talk much about it but... what happened in the river..."

Abby's hard look soon turned into a glare.

"With all due respect, sir." The tone Abby used didn't seem to hold any kind of respect, it sounded aggressive. "You and I may share blood. But that doesn't make us family. You are a complete stranger to me and I am a complete stranger to you." She narrowed her eyes as if she wanted to stab him with just her look. "So you mind your fucking business and I'll do the same with mine."

Yes, Mason had definitely crossed a line. That made Mason understand that what was happening to Abby was worse than he thought. But Alex wasn’t affected by the kid's warnings. She had the same lone wolf attitude as him in his youth.

"Mason." A third voice appeared.

They both turned when they heard their name.

Hudson remained silent for a few minutes, slightly confused.

Oh…

Then he looked at the older man.

"The helo is ready. You leave in twenty minutes. Gear up."

Mason nodded.

"Well, duty calls," Alex sighed, getting up from the table. "Adler is waiting?"

"And he doesn't seem to be in a good mood."

Mason looked over and gave a little smile. "I think I know what the reason is"

Abby rolled her eyes. "It's not my fucking fault he's a fucking asshole."

Mason chuckled.

"Be careful Hudson. The kid bites." Mason said goodbye and left, grabbing the plates to leave them in the kitchen and get ready for the mission.

"I'll keep that in mind," Hudson replied without any thanks.

There was silence.

Abby didn't like the bald man too much. Too serious, too much ice cube attitude. She also couldn't know what was going on behind those sunglasses. She couldn't predict it, maybe that's why she liked him less.

She didn't like being there. It might be the CIA, but it was still a hostile place for her. What was she? A prisoner? A hostage? A guest? All that uncertainty made her hair stand on end. And as much as it hurt to leave Woods behind, and maybe her biological grandfather too, she had to get out of there. If she stayed there, she would never be able to find her father. She was fighting against time. At the moment she knew that David was in Washington DC, but she didn't know how long he was going to stay there. Those thoughts flitted through her head ever since she set foot in the building again. She had to find some way to…

"Shall we go for a walk?" Hudson interrupted her thoughts.

"Do I have any other options?"

"No." 

Reluctantly Abby stood up. They walked in silence, Abby didn't know where the man was taking her, or even what he was up to. But she took advantage of the trip to take note of the place, make a mental map of the rooms, hallways. Of the CIA personnel, the number of guards, the security systems. Everything that could make her escape difficult.

She, too, wondered where Woods was. Has the meeting ended?

In the end they went up to the last floor, this time up the stairs, to the floor where Abby was hospitalized during the time she was unconscious. At the end of the hallway was a small seating area, with a couple of couches, a coffee table, and some plants. The windows were wide open, a soft cold breeze drifting through the room. Abby felt that this was the coziest place in the entire building.

"It's not very convenient to have the windows open considering how much it costs to heat an entire building, in the season of the year we are in, and the limited resources there are," Abby mentioned, approaching the window.

"It's good to get fresh air from time to time"

"That's true. Knowing that there are still people who smoke indoors..." Abby remembered the smell of tobacco that filled the meeting room. She wanted to make Adler swallow his own cigarette.

Abby leaned out the window, resting both arms on the edge. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the cold air from outside. It was like a reward after having been stuck inside that prison with four walls.

It was night, so she couldn't quite make out the Chicago skyline. But she could see the military camp that had been set up right in front of the building. Huge spotlights illuminated tents, helicopters, trucks, soldiers... It reminded her of the bases of operations or camps in the Vietnam photographs that old Woods showed her from time to time. It also resembled the exterior facilities of the White House.

Were there also Wolves in Chicago?

Abby took note of everything she was seeing. She planned possible escape routes in silence.

Suddenly a helicopter was heard starting its engines. Abby looked over there. Sure enough, there was a helicopter that was preparing to fly. There was a small group of men nearby. She recognized Mason and Adler, and the woman. They seemed to be getting ready for a mission.

"Do they have a mission?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Where are they going?"

"It's classified"

"Of course it's classified…" Abby sighed.

The young woman realized that Adler had found them. He was staring at her, Abby didn't look away either, trying to figure out what was going on behind those sunglasses. It was a long-distance staring fight. Abby knew that Adler was going to be the main problem for her escape plan. She had to take advantage now that he was leaving on a mission.

"I know what you're up to." Hudson spoke without looking at her.

Abby broke eye contact with Adler to look at the man next to her.

"What are you talking about?"

"You look at every corner of the ceiling every time you enter a room. You don't take your eyes off the guards or the exits." Hudson ended up looking her in the eyes. "You try to escape."

Abby swallowed and looked away at the tents below again. He had caught her.

"And what are you going to do? Lock me up?" Abby spoke in a low, serious tone.

"No." Hudson crossed his arms. "I’m going to help you."

That really caught Abby off guard.

"What?" Abby blinked in confusion.

"You heard me"

"Why would you do that? What's in it for you?" Abby was stunned.

"One less worry. That's what I get. I know you're smart enough to understand that this isn't your place, you don't belong here." Hudson spoke in a serious and stoic tone. "You've done your job, you're of no use to us anymore. You have to get out of here before things get too bad for you."

"What are you going to do to me if I stay? Shoot me and bury me in a mass grave? I'm a loose end after all, right?" Abby joked without any humor.

"I'd rather leave this loose end than tie it up." Hudson's cold expression indicated that it could be much worse than a simple shooting.

"And why do you care about me? I'm just an interrogation subject, right?"

"I don't care about you. I care about the mission. You'll cause too much trouble if you stay."

"Are you saying that because of Woods and Mason?" Abby looked back at her grandfather who was talking to Adler.

"Partly yes."

There were a few seconds of silence. Abby didn't know what to say or how to feel.

"And also because you must return to your father." Hudson took off his sunglasses. "That's what you want, right?"

Abby sighed and looked down. She began to play with her fingers and the nails that still remained.

"That's right…"

"A small convoy will leave tomorrow at midnight to send supplies to the surveillance perimeter. This will be your chance to get out of Chicago without being seen. Sneak into the back of the last truck among the cargo. Weaver will help you. The convoy will make a stop in a guard post just before leaving Chicago. Once you have left the city I will not be able to help you further. I will leave you a backpack with weapons and supplies for the trip." Hudson explained walking away from the window.

Abby tried to memorize everything the CIA agent had told her.

"Why go to all that trouble? Just help me out of this building and that's it." Abby turned to Hudson not really trusting his plan. It could very well be a trap.

"Because they will find you once you set foot on those streets alone. There are hundreds of eyes watching from the rooftops." Hudson rested both hands on her hips. "And when Russ finds out you've escaped, he won't hesitate to hunt you down, kid."

"Russ?" 

"Scarface." 

Abby looked back at the helicopter. Adler was looking at them again, it seemed as if he was able to hear the conversation from a distance. But those were just Abby's imaginations.

"You seem very confident that I will obey your plan. What makes you think that I won't take advantage of it to steal the flash drive and give it to that white-eyed fucker?" Abby crossed her arms and leaned against the wall.

"I don't trust you. I trust our mutual interest. And…" he looked away for a moment, putting on his sunglasses again, always with that cold countenance. "As much as it's hard for me to say. I trust Woods. I know he did a good job on you."

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The sun was beginning to set between the buildings to the west. The air gradually became colder as the sunlight diminished. The snow was enveloped by the orange tones of the sunset.

Abby sighed, she had been there for hours, sitting on a ventilation shaft on the roof. Trying to calm the nerves. There were a few hours left to start the escape plan.

If she let anxiety win she would already be crossing the frozen Lake Michigan on foot. But she decided to trust Hudson. Maybe it was a terrible idea. But what else could she do? It was the only plan she had to escape.

She took a deep breath, trying to undo the knot in her stomach. She looked down, looking at her arms, she rolled up her sleeves, so she could feel the cold a little more. It could even be pleasant, it was nothing compared to the cold she felt on the bank of the Potomac River, that was like billions of needles sticking into her skin.

On that roof, Abby felt alone, she felt the loneliness crushing her shoulders. As if she was really the only one who understood her situation, that she was the only one who could help herself. Maybe that was the best way.

Solitude.

She caressed her forearms. She still had the wire marks on her wrists; the nurse had removed the bandages from her arms that same morning. Showing the now darkened burns, the skin was tender but no longer painful to the touch of clothing. Her ribs still hurt, they were still a few weeks away from fully healing. She tried to ignore the throbbing pain all the time, sometimes it was easier than others.

"You almost died of fucking hypothermia in that river. And you're not covered well. Don't you learn, kid?"

Someone covered her head with a jacket.

"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?!" Abby got upset.

When she took her coat off her head she realized that Woods was next to her watching the sun go down while lighting a cigarette.

"Put on your damn jacket, you're going to catch a cold." Frank ordered, placing the cigarette between his lips.

Abby reluctantly obeyed.

"Bad habit never dies,huh?"

"What?"

"You keep smoking."

"Abs... From all the love I have deep in my heart... mind your fucking business." He responded seriously, taking another drag on the cigarette.

Abby chuckled.

"Yes, Sarge." 

They were silent for a while. Abby watched as the sun set on the horizon and Woods watched the young woman's nervous hands, which were playing tirelessly.

"I've been looking for you everywhere. What are you doing up here?"

"I needed to be alone for a while."

Frank sighed, exhaling all the smoke. "Come on, spit it out."

Abby looked at him again, confused. "What are you talking about?"

Woods ended up sitting next to her.

"You've got too much shit in your head," he tapped Abby's temple a few times with his finger. "What's wrong Abs?"

Abby looked down and thought about what to say for a moment. Woods waited patiently.

"Have you ever felt like if you hadn't done a certain thing everything would be very different?"

Oh Woods knew it well. There were so many things he wanted to change about the past.

"Abigail…" Woods called after her. "It wasn’t your fault."

"But it could have been different if I had–!"

"If you had done what?!" Woods interrupted her. "You were being tortured, for something that didn't even concern you. There is no 'I should have done this or that’"

Abby looked down at her hands, not knowing what to answer.

Woods realized that perhaps he was too direct. He smoked a little more and looked at the sun.

"Listen Abs... no one prepared you for what you had to go through. There’s no way you were prepared for that. No one is, not even me, or your grandfather, or... bowman."

Silence.

"Do you miss him?" Abby looked up again.

"Whom?"

"Bowman"

Woods sighed "with each passing day."

Another silence.

"I've missed you too kid."

Abby smiled a little. Now leaving that place was going to be more difficult. It pained her to leave old Woods behind again. But each one had to take their own path.

"You've changed a lot since the last time I saw you." Woods stood up. He finished his cigarette, threw the butt on the ground and put it out with his boot.

Frank smiled and without warning Abby began to ruffle the strands of her hair.

"When did you cut your hair?!" 

"Woods!" Abby was surprised by the sudden weight of his hand on her head.

She started laughing harder and harder as Frank continued to ruffle her hair.

"What are you doing old man?!" 

Woods smirked as he heard Abby laugh again. Frank chuckled and decided he had bothered the girl enough.

"It suits you. I like it."

Abby smiled.

"Thank you. I had gotten tired of having long hair, it got in the way too much."

"How long has it been since you cut it like that?"

"Three years."

"And what did your father say?"

"He was confused for a while, but he ended up accepting it."

Woods smiled "rebellious girl huh?"

"I have a reputation to uphold"

The sun ended up hiding completely. Only the last rays of sun remained, a last vestige of light, giving way to the long night.

"It's getting late. We should go in." Woods commented looking at the horizon. "Are you hungry?"

"Oh fuck yeah."

"Then let's go inside."

The hours passed terribly slowly, until finally the moment arrived. It was now or never. Abby managed to mislead Woods, losing sight of him. As soon as she could, she slipped away and headed to the armory, according to Hudson. Weaver would be waiting for her there.

When she entered, a sniper rifle was tossed towards her. Luckily she was able to catch it on the fly.

"Is this the one you stole?" Weaver's russian accent echoed through the empty armory.

There was a huge amount of weapons on the middle table. All the walls were full of weapons of all kinds, on shelves, hanging on the walls, displayed... It looked like a museum dedicated to gunpowder.

"Huh… yeah. I think so..." Abby answered looking at the hunting rifle in her hands.

Weaver paced the room, grabbing a pistol and several magazines, both for the rifle and for the pistol.

"A 9mm will be good for you." Weaver put everything on the table. "Which one do you prefer? A Glock G19 or a Sig Sauer P226?"

"Eh… I don't know much about weapons. I was just taught how to use them."

Weaver nodded.

"Then the Glock."

He placed the gun along with a backpack that was also on the table.

Abby approached the backpack curiously.

"In there there is ammunition, provisions, water, warm clothing, a flint and a hunting knife." Weaver explained. "Will you need anything else?"

Abby thought about it for a moment, trying to remember everything she carried when traveling with her father.

"Do you have a bow and arrows?" Abby asked. She was not yet very skilled with the Bow, but it would serve her well if she had to hunt.

Weaver pointed his finger at her. "That's a good idea. I'll bring a silencer for the gun too."

The man looked for them, found them and added them to the rest.

"Let's add this, in case things get complicated..." Weaver placed a Tomahawk on the table.

Abby opened her eyes in surprise.

"A... Tomahawk?"

"Do you know how to use it?"

"It's not very complicated."

Weaver chuckled.

"Well, I think everything is ready. Come on, arrange things however you want. There isn't much time, the convoy will leave soon."

Abby started putting everything into her backpack. And she began to tie the long weapons with the straps on both sides of the backpack.

"Why are you doing this?" Abby asked. She still didn't really understand what was happening.

Weaver looked at her for a moment.

"You better get out of here before Adler gets back, girl." The somber tone of voice Weaver used didn't sound like a threat, more like advice. "He doesn't believe your version of events, and he won't hesitate to find the truth, if there is another one."

"Is he going to drug me or brainwash me?" Abby joked trying to hide her nervousness.

"Don't doubt it for a second." He answered very seriously. Abby's nervous smile fell, as if she had been hit in the face with cold water. "Your family and Hudson have managed to avoid it for a while by arranging that meeting, to give you a chance, to give you the benefit of the doubt. But I'm not sure what will happen if you stay any longer."

Abby swallowed. Shit, she was really fucked.

"But first let's get you out of here, huh?" Weaver patted Abby's shoulder.

Abby nodded, staring at her backpack.

She ended up putting on her leather bomber jacket and slinging her backpack over her shoulders.

She sighed.

"I'm ready."

Sneaking into the convoy didn’t seem like an easy task. Abby hid behind a cargo box. The line of vehicles was already waiting, ready to hit the streets of Chicago. Weaver stood next to the boxes, arms crossed, acting as if nothing was happening, as if there was no one hiding behind them.

"I'll distract the guards. Act when you think it's the best time. But don't think about it too much, I won't be able to talk to them forever."

"Understood." Abby nodded.

"From there you will have to go alone. No one else will be able to help you." Weaver sighed.

"I know."

Abby glanced around the building. What would Woods be doing? Would he be worried? Would he be looking for her? Wondering where Abs was? A feeling of guilt tightened her chest. She wished she could say goodbye to him. Do it right, and don't sneak away without saying anything.

"Hey." Abby called to Weaver, "Thank you. For helping me and…" she took a breath, "for saving my life."

Weaver understood what she was talking about. "I won't accept your thanks until you've returned to your father. So you better not die. Otherwise it would have been a waste of time to get you out of that river."

Abby smiled and nodded.

"It's time. Good luck girl"

"Good luck to you too." 

And Weaver left, arriving with the drivers and soldiers waiting for orders next to the convoy. He started talking to them. Meanwhile, Abby made sure there were no prying eyes nearby and when she thought the time was right, she came out of hiding.

She snuck into the back of the last truck, among the cargo, just as Hudson told her. And she waited. After a while she heard voices and the engines started. The truck began to shake and shortly after hearing a guard give permission for the convoy to move forward. The truck started to move.

Abby took a deep breath. There was no coming back. She left Woods behind, she left Mason behind. Although she didn't know him well, he was her biological grandfather, and although she didn't consider him family yet, a feeling of sadness overwhelmed her.

What would he think of David? Or what would David think of him?

Maybe that was a question that could never be answered.

Abby didn't know how much time passed. Hours? Surely so, how many? She didn't know. Her body ached from being in the same position for too long, cowering between boxes of supplies and weapons.

She sighed, hoping that this would end soon, when suddenly the truck stopped. They must have reached the guard post. Just outside of Chicago. Abby hurried out of the truck. Surely they were going to do a check, check that what they were carrying was correct and that there were no unforeseen events.

After Abby made sure no one was around, she jumped out of the truck. The boots crunched on the snow, She had to walk slowly and carefully so as not to make noise. Everything was dark, except for the huge spotlights of the guard post, the light blinded Abby's eyes, it was really annoying.

Voices were heard approaching, they were approaching from both sides of the convoy.

"Shit." Abby whispered.

She couldn't escape anywhere. So she did the first thing that came to mind. Hide under the truck. She lay down in the snow, right under the truck. She tried to keep her breathing slow and quiet as she watched a pair of boots approach the back of the truck. They carried flashlights.

"Damn, it's cold..." a guard cursed.

"The sooner we finish this, the sooner we can get back to warm up. So you take care of checking the last one, I'll talk to the driver" The second guard ordered.

Abby watched the two pairs of boots separate. She had to hurry and–...

But suddenly someone grabbed her leg and pulled her. Dragging her out from under the truck.

Abby struggled, trying to hit whoever was dragging her. A huge hand managed to immobilize her wrists and another covered her mouth so she wouldn't scream.

She thrashed around trying to free herself from his grip until she finally looked her captor in the eyes. Abby pulled away and opened her eyes in surprise.

How?!

The distant light of the spotlights illuminated only one side of his face. But she could still see the blue glint in his eyes.

"Don’t talk." Woods ordered, removing his hand from Abby's mouth.

He grabbed her hand and helped her up. Abby didn't know what to say. How had he even managed to find her?!

He helped Abby up, made sure no one had seen them, and led her away. He dragged her through other streets until they finally left the border post. They reached a road that led to the outskirts. There was a truck waiting, alone, there wasn’t a soul.

Woods didn't speak until he reached the car and opened the door.

"Let’s go Abs, come in."

"I'm not getting into that truck." Abby took a couple steps back.

"Get in the fucking truck, Abigail." Woods ordered with a more enraged tone.

But Abby didn't move from her spot.

"What are you doing here?" Abby tried to hold her ground.

Woods sighed, he understood that Abby wasn’t going to listen to him just like that. As usual. She hadn't changed one bit. So he closed the door.

"Guess."

"Are you going to bring me back to the fucking CIA?" Abby growled.

"Do you really think I'm such a son of a bitch?" Frank frowned.

"No." Abby bit her tongue. No, Woods would never do that, he would never allow a single hair on her head to be touched. He promised her after all. "How did you know old man?"

"I asked Hudson when I lost sight of you. You know I can be… very persuasive." Woods forced a smile trying to lighten the situation.

But Abby didn't smile.

"You shouldn't be here." Abby murmured.

Woods' smile faded.

"No? And where am I supposed to be then?"

"I don't know. Saving the world?

"They can do it without me Kid" 

"You're lying… You always said that you were the CIA's workhorse. You were the one who always did the dirty work." Abby made a pause "you've got a job to do. I don’t belong to that job." 

"Do you really think that's more important than you?"

"Saving the fucking world? Stopping Perseus?! Yeah! I think that's more important than me!"

Woods took a breath and walked with determined steps towards the young woman. Imposing his large figure, making Abby take a couple more steps back.

"I didn't spend the last thirteen fucking years of my life taking care of you and raising you. For you to die alone in the middle of nowhere because of your selfish decision." He spoke in a serious tone. "You're better than that. Don't disappoint me, kid."

Abby was silent for a long time with her eyes lowered.

“Sorry sir…"

Frank sighed and put his hand on the side of Abby's head.

"Let's go find your father."

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[v4bbh]

— cream soda || kim minseok/xiumin

when xiumin rings up baekhyun’s favourite escort and asks her to be his plaything for the night.

prologue only, no exclusive smut. (i might consider writing a part two depending on how well this fic does.)

pairing: idol!xiumin × fem!reader.

genre: first meeting, suggestive.

words: 943

rating: 18+

warnings: contains suggestive but no explicit description of sex, mild dirty talk, escort au.

i bring the straw to my lips, taking an experimental sip of the brightly coloured drink in front of me. sunlight filters through the floor-length café window by which we sit, illuminating the full apples of his cheeks. his long lashes ghost shadows against his soft flesh, and for a moment, i am tempted to treat him like a writer’s muse. he is much like a petal, so delicate and intricately shaped; both in looks and personality. he watches silently, awaiting my reaction, but i am too nervous to procure one.

“how is it?” he asks as the silence stretches longer, bordering on an awkwardness he isn’t willing to attain between us.

“it’s. . . unexpectedly refreshing.” i admit, genuinely taken aback by the taste of the drink he has ordered for me. “i didn’t think i’d like it, but i do. what was the name again?”

he pauses, the corners of his lips twisting in an almost sinister grin as if he knows something i don’t. i shiver, his presence domineering in ways i find mildly amusing. it’s been a while since a man has piqued my curiosity like he has, and i am still trying to figure out whether that is a pro or a con, given our circumstances.

“cream soda. blueberry flavour.”

i take mental note of the name, definitive that i will crave for it once this night is over. perhaps to remember him, if not just for the enticing flavour.

“so,” i approach cautiously, my heart weary of upsetting his in any way. i want to fulfil his every whim and fancy; diligent not to contradict any of his commands. “what is it you’re looking for from me, mr. kim?” fuck, i want to give him everything he ever wants. dangerous territory.

he leans forward, whispering the salacious answer in a low tone, “cream soda.”

it is then that i realise the obscene veiled meaning behind the otherwise innocent drink. i blush profusely, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. his open approach, however unexpected, is something i adore; truth be told, the crude conversation was getting my mind racing places that had wet heat ready to pool between my thighs.

“o—oh. well. . . i can come over later tonight.” i iterate, unsure of how to word my thoughts.

even after months in the escort business, the talk leading up to it is obscurely cumbersome; in all honesty, i would rather he just devour me immediately. skip the logistics and go straight for the pie we were both forestalling.

his piercing grey contacts only add to the beauty of his eyes, forcing me to press my thighs together to keep composure. he’s driving me towards insanity, with absolutely no tether to keep me from falling.

“have you already made prior commitments for this evening?” his voice is pure silk, edging on a sing–song quality that reminds me why he is such a high demand artist in the first place.

“i do not, no.” i push the now empty glass away from me, body language mirroring the interest reflecting in his.

“then allow me to steal you starting now, y/n–ssi.”

i blink, astounded by his unforeseen request. a little skeptical, i perk a brow, unclear of his intentions. my gaze flits over to the wall clock adorning the café, registering the time within a split second.

[ 5:36 pm. ]

early evening, still.

“and what would we do all evening?” i ask dubiously and he chuckles, head shaking, shoulders bouncing in mirth. the sound is clarifying; a blast of sheer chastity after all the indecent conversation we have shared so far.

“date night. i want to dine you, if you will allow it.” i pull back dramatically, admittedly a little over the top for words so simple, but they are sentences rare, if ever, offered to one of my job.

“oh, also, i heard you have an all inclusive package, but i would prefer to pay you by the hour.”

my confusion must be evident on my face, because he laughs again, and this time my heart flutters. it’s these easy moments with him that make him seem almost like a boyfriend. it’s treacherous, how easy he is making it to fall in love with him; i have to constantly fight to remind myself that i am here not to love, rather to fulfil his physical desires.

“you want to pay to feed me? a bill i assume also goes on your tab?” he hums his confirmation, only deepening my perplexation and coy state. “why?”

“because i’ve heard a lot about you, m’lady. baekhyunee speaks rather highly of you.”

and those are the words that steal my breath. a regular customer, it is rather unusual that byun baekhyun has agreed to allow another man to avail my services. he’s always the fondly possessive one, one that takes pride in being able to remind me of my place.

on my knees. in front of him, servicing him.

the memories make my cheeks blossom crimson; an occurrence that doesn’t go unnoticed in the eyes of the older.

“awh”, he coos, eliciting a shiver to run down the length of my spine, “look at you, such a filthy whore. thinking of another man while you’re mine for the night. maybe i should ask him to come over and let him watch?”

it’s pleasantly unexpected; for a man that quiet, kim minseok sure doesn’t mind speaking his piece with respect to his nocturnal activities, and i find that awfully arousing. and that he is threatening to have baekhyun, the one who had landed him my contact in the first place, to watch as he got to have his hands on me? interesting.

things are starting to get riveting, and i find myself engrossed by a blasphemous amount of imagery relating to the same.

kim minseok, you are one sly, sly fox.

and i am coming to love it.

#exo #exo k #exo m #exol #kim minseok #kpop #xiumin #mine #minseok #exo smut #exo imagines #x reader #viral #brand new #exo cbx #exo hear me out #oldest #exo minseok #exo baekhyun #xiubaek #idol au

[elphael]

the. brain surgeon??? willow. she's pretty i like her c:

the funniest part is willow is arguably so normal and absolutely not normal at all. i created her because @criticalrolo made kestrel and i was like "do you want him to have an an enemy to bounce off of" and oops now they're in love actually.

she had a pretty normal childhood and upbringing and her parents were the sort of fantasy upper middle class where it was expected that she do something academic and she just became really interested in brains and specifically how enchantment magic messes with people's brains and how to break geases and charms and etc.

so she was a magical brain surgeon. her entire specialty was a) regular brain surgery and b) brain surgery on spells or fixing memories that are blocked by magic and etc with a psychic scapel

she was just like. someone whose so largely dominated by their work that she has absolutely no life outside of it and no friends and was like. that's fun. whatever. (one of her hobbies is cringe. it's sitting in a public place casting detect thoughts and listening to other people's conversations while she sits alone. loser)

she's a skilled enough brain surgeon that there's a technique named after her. the amaryllis (her surname) technique is an innovation on how to do brain surgery of the magical variety (bringing people's memories back, putting them behind a wall, breaking a geas or charm, etc) with it causing little to no pain to the subject if you DO It Right. So the funniest part about willow is like. SHES A REALLY FUCKING GOOD DOCTOR WHO WAS DOING DECENT THINGS.

then the war gets WORSE and the military has so many pow and regular interrogation isn't working so they're like. hey. do you want to have an insane salary. and willow's life is shallow and she's apathetic to a sense of self or morality enough that she says yes.

she starts just. getting information out of people's brains for the military. that's what she does, and eventually she ends up with kestrel whose figured out Time Magic. which is something everyone wants. she's like. okay. normal job time, just find this info and get out. And This Fucking Idiot, RAMS HIS BRAIN AGAINST HER PSYCHIC SCALPEL SCRAMBLING HIS BRAIN SO SHE CANT GET ANY INFO AND CAUSING HIMSELF IMMEASURABLE PAIN.

he breaks out during this bc he goes So Wild magically from that meanwhile willow is just like. my guy. i. wasn't gunna hurt you.

she keeps working for the military but that incident is kind of the catalyst for realizing she lives a very shallow life and doesn't really like ANYTHING which is. bad. and also her habit of having detect thoughts going / being in the brains of people often doing surgery means she is realizing. people are either afraid of her, feel sorry for her, or think she's a terrible person for what she does.

so she starts to have an arc of 'hm. am i a bad person? yeah maybe i should step away and figure out how to be a better person and how to have relations.' and she tries to quit her job w/ the millitary. they say. what the fuck no. she says. ok. and learns that having a psychic scalpel is just as good for fixing brains as it is for absolutely destroying them. and walks out <3

and then eventually at some point meets kestrel and he's freaking the fuck out while she's like 'oh hey, sorry about that. can i fix your brain? why won't you let me fix your brain. kestrel. let me fix your brain it's broken. PLEASE.'

#asks #she's arguably SO FUCKING NORMAL about everything but Brain Surgery #and mechanically is some combo of whispers bard/soul knife/ and enchantment wizard #🧠

[atarathegreat]

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu- Fake Date

Kirishima and I stared at his metal counterpart, shock and awe weren't the words I'd use but Tetsutetsu sure did.

"Come on! What am I supposed to do?! Kirishima, you're a genius with these things!" Tetsutetsu paced across Kiri's room, his quirk activating over his hands in his anxious state, "I can't go alone! Not after bragging about it for so long!"

I leaned back and began playing on my phone. School dances weren't my thing and I didn't know the boy near enough to put my nose in his business. It wasn't my fault that he bragged about this great girl he got for prom, and it definitely wasn't my fault she ditched. Four years at UA and this boy would never learn to put his foot in his mouth.

The silence in the room finally reached my ears and I glanced up to find both boys staring at me.

"What are you staring for?" I waved my hand in front of Kirishima. He smiled, but it wasn't genuine, it was hiding something, "Well, we had an idea… But it involves you…"

Tetsutetsu threw himself over the bed and pleaded up at me from my knees, "Go with me to prom!"

I was sure my blood froze, but Tetsutetsu didn't acknowledge my shocked state as he continued to bargain with me. The dude wasn't ugly by any means, many girls found him just as handsome as they found Kirishima, but he could be… What's the word… Thick? Dense! Tetsutetsu was dense.

His dark eyes were boring into mine, glazing over and beginning to water. I didn't know this guy, I wasn't a dance person, social gatherings were stupid in my opinion. I sighed and shook my head, peeking to Kirishima for assistance. He definitely wasn't on my side.

"Look, Y/n, you be my date to prom and I'll give you anything you want in return. I'll train with you, teach you my fighting style or me and Kirishima could knock each other out like we did at the sports festival." Tetsutetsu took one of my hands in both of his, the heat on his metal skin was insane, "You can tell everyone afterwards or you keep it a secret, anything!"

I groaned, bouncing my head off the wall and glaring at both of them, "Fine."

They shared a first bump and cheered, Kirishima lifting me off his bed like I was some of type of royalty. I struggled to keep myself together as they tossed me between them until I ended up hanging upside down, Tetsutetsu holding tightly to my waist as Kirishima helped fix my position. Death was going to come for me before I could become a pro hero and I'd have these guys to thank.

Tetsutetsu exchanged numbers with me while stating that there was a certain dance I had to learn. That was great, at least there was a plan he had and we could work from there. Every afternoon after our classes we would meet up and dance behind the 1-A dorms, it was a simple dance but Tetsu wanted to get where we didn't need to communicate our moves. Sometimes Kirishima and Bakugo would come out to watch and talk to us but they only split up my focus and I'd trip over Tetsu's boots.

I hated it but I loved it all the same. Tetsu was a gentleman, much like Kiri, but there was something so different about him. It drew me in each time we'd danced together and I started getting thoughts about how perfectly I moved with him or how I fit snuggly against his body. His voice was like honey and his warmth became the only thing fighting my natural coldness. I constantly wanted to be next to him.

"You guys look like you're having fun." Monoma stepped out of the nearby tree line, pulling a glare from the previously laughing Tetsu, "A backup since you're other girl ditched you for me? How pathetic you choose Y/n over a girl from our class. How far you've fallen."

Tetsu easily hid me behind him and faced Monoma, "You should go, you second rate copy cat. This isn't about being ditched anymore and you shouldn't put people down like you do."

I looked back and caught Bakugo staring out the window, he hated Monoma more than anyone so I waved my hand for him to deal with it. Monoma didn't stand a chance against my special move: Guard Dog Bakugo. "Geez, he really needs to get a hobby." I joked, patting Tetsu on the back, "You good?"

"This really isn't about her ditching me anymore, Y/n. I'm really happy that you said you'd go to prom with me, I get it if you don't like me back but it wouldn't be manly to hide it from you anymore." Tetsu sighed before pulling back his smile, "Let's try it one last time, you've pretty much got it down!"

Words wouldn't form in my brain so I just finished our dance and waved goodbye. It was weird that he liked me, not because of who he was but real life didn't work like that. You didn't get a crush on someone and them like you back, that was for movies or stories. Fairytale works. Kirishima tried to talk to me about it, Tetsu had told him that feelings had come up through our dancing meets. Still I could only nod. Whether it was shock or my mind refusing to process it all I didn't know, but I did know that prom was soon.

I'd chosen a new color scheme for our outfits, the other girl had picked out the ugliest shade of dark green and I didn't think it matched Tetsu at all. Unknown to him, I took the liberty to order new clothes. A steel colored suit for him and a grey knee length dress for me. Kirishima helped to pull the laces on the back tight, tying it so I didn't look like random strings were hanging from my back.

The rest of the class was already in our common room, some with their dates and others like myself meeting their date at the gym. Kirishima offered to walk with me since it had rained and my shoes were not thick enough to withstand a puddle. My friend had to lift me more than once so I could avoid getting my dress and shoes dirty.

"Thanks, Kiri, I'd hate to have wet feet while dancing." We shared a quick laugh and went our separate ways. The teachers had really gone out of their way to make the place breathtaking with streamers and balloons and some quirks were even used to make it more magical. Only one scene took my eyes off the room. Tetsu. He looked so handsome in the suit and I would've melted if he wasn't in a bad situation.

Near the refreshments table he was standing tall against Monoma and who I presumed was his first date. I straightened my spine and hurried across the floor to take Tetsu's hand. He smiled gratefully down at me before his eyes widened, "You look stunning in grey!"

"Thank you." I giggled, looking over to Monoma and the girl, "Monoma, I didn't know you had a date! You never said anything!"

Tetsu and I left before she started nagging at Monoma, it was rude but he deserved it. We mingled with our classes and had some light conversation with everyone, but the excitement on Tetsu's face when a song came on, "Our dance! Hurry, Y/n, we have to!"

Butterflies knotted my stomach as we moved together, the motions making more sense when music guided them. The warmth between us changed when the song ended and a slower song started.

"Care for another dance?" Tetsutetsu experimentally moved a hand to my lower back, I moved closer and wrapped my arms over his shoulders. "So that's a yes?" Tetsu moved us with the music.

"Tetsu?"

"Yeah?"

"I know what I want in return for coming to prom with you." My cheeks burned and I tried to avoid eye contact, only for Tetsu to pull my face back to his. "Like I said, anything!" He was so calm for our faces being so close together.

"Kiss me?"

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