#im going to be sick just thinking about it

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

Hi can I request first time with chan with shy reader? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

i’ll help you through it, yeah?

pairing: chan x virgin reader

genre: smut, fluff, friends to lovers

word count: ~2.6k

warnings: mutual pining, pet names, protected sex, praise.

authors note: i have this request in my inbox for other members as well, so look out for those in the future. i have so many requests (tysm btw) so it’s taking me a little while to get through them. i’m trying to do the oldest ones first because y’all been waiting so long. - not me blushing while writing this. i wish my first time was this sweet. lol

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"i’m just sick of it, ya know?" you complained. "i’m sick of feeling like this. like im unwanted and missing out on something."

your best friend looked at you, intently listening, but worry starting to mar his features. "are people being mean to you because you’re a virgin?" you could sense the anger threatening to rise up out of him at the thought of someone being mean to you.

"no. this is just pressure i’m putting on myself at this point. im too old to still be a virgin."

"i don’t think that’s true." chris said. "i thought you were saving yourself for someone you really loved? wasn’t that the point?"

he was right, you had always said that since you and chris were kids. you didn’t want your first time to be some fleeting, gross experience. you wanted it to be sweet and full of love. but, it didn’t seem like that was working out and you were tired of waiting.

"yeah well i don’t think that’s going to happen." you said, your voice soft, almost sad. "the person i love doesn’t love me, so im just going to have to give up on that." you chuckled sadly, the sound almost a scoff.

"i understand that. im in the same situation." he confided. "but i haven’t given up. i don’t think you should either."

you looked over at him, the space between you both on the couch was small. you could feel the warmth radiating off of him. that’s just how chris is. he’s warm. he’s warm and he’s safe and.. how could you not be in love with him? your heart longed for him to be the one to take your virginity. your heart ached with the thought of it.

he looked back at you with his big brown eyes, his curly hair tickling his eyelashes. and he thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. why couldn’t you just see how in love with you he is? he hated himself for not being able to confess to you. for not being able to just come clean and tell you how you are the center of his universe. but he was scared. to have you as his best friend and to long for you but never have you was better than telling you and losing you all together. but maybe.. he could try to help you with your current problem? see how things went and then he could decide from there what he would do.

"i could maybe.. help you." chris said shyly, rubbing his sweaty palms together in his lap.

you were shocked. "help me? with this?" why would he offer to help you unless he also wanted to? you felt a small bit of hope bloom in your chest.

"only if you want to." he said quickly. "i’m not trying to push myself on you. i’m just trying to help. we don’t have to."

you thought about it for a moment, your body screaming at you to say yes. but your mind was telling you everything that could go wrong. what if he hated it? found you gross and laughed at your inexperience? you brushed those thoughts off. you and chris has been friends for over fifteen years. he would never do something like that to you. he was kind.

"i would be okay with that.." you said. "but it might not be very good."

"i’ll help you through it, yeah?"

you loved him. god you loved him. this was the right decision,you knew that.

he scooted closer to you on the couch, your thighs pressed against each other. he touched your face, turning you to look at him. he looked in your eyes before saying "if you want to stop, just tell me,okay? i won’t be mad." you nodded as he looked down at your lips. and ever so slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you or scare you, he leaned it. his pillow soft lips made contact with yours and you were done for. he moved his lips against yours, his hand moving to cradle the back of your head. your hands found their way around his neck, tangling in his curls.

this felt so right, but your stomach churned with worry. your body was still tense.

"sweetheart, relax." he whispered against your lips. "you know me." he kissed you again, his tongue grazing your bottom lip. you felt embarrassed. kissing chris felt like the first time you had ever kissed anyone,even though that wasn’t the case.he had you so flustered, your lips weren’t listening to your brain’s commands. you opened your mouth and let his tongue in. he tasted sweet.

he pulled away, admiring your flushed cheeks. "do you want to move to your bedroom?" he asked. you nodded, and he stood, offering you his hand. he led you though your apartment and to your bedroom, knowing the way by heart. standing at the edge of your bed, he pulled you close. he kissed you again, his hands finding their way under your shirt, tickling the skin of your tummy.

"can we take this off?"

your hesitation made him pull away, studying your face for any signs of wanting to stop. "would it help if i took mine off first?" you nodded again, thankful for his suggestion. "you want to help me?"

you grabbed the hem of his black shirt and pulled it up and over his head, discarding it on the floor. you looked at him, at his body. you had seen him shirtless multiple times over the years. summers spent together swimming and early mornings at his apartment after late night study sessions, but this was different. his chest was bare because he wanted you to see it. and that made your skin hot.

"now you.." he said, reaching for your shirt slowly, giving you time to protest. but you didn’t. you let him pull your shirt off, leaving you standing in front of him in your jeans and lacy black bra. his eyes grew wide, his breath catching in his throat. could he do this? you were so beautiful and he hadn’t even seen all of you yet. you were starting to squirm under his stare. his hands were warm and soft as they grazed over your skin, his arms wrapping around your waist as he moved to kiss you again. his fingertips danced up your back, until they unclasped your bra and it fell to the floor. he continued kissing you, not looking at your bare chest right away, giving you time to get used to being bare in his presence. you nipples brushed against his chest, growing harder. arousal pooling between your legs as his kisses moved to your jaw and then your neck.

he took his time with you, slowly placing wet kisses on your skin as he guided you to the bed. he laid you down gently, his body hovering above you. he kissed down to your collarbones, across your chest and down to between your breasts. he looked up at you, his lips still pressed to your skin. your cheeks were red, your mouth slightly open as you tried to draw in breath. he saw no signs of stopping in your eyes. no , they begged him to continue. his lips closed around one of your nipples, his tongue gently caressing the nub. his hand gripped your waist as he sucked on your nipple, your hands balled into fists at your sides.

"you can touch me if you want to, baby." he said, his breath blowing cold against the wet skin of your breast. "don’t hold back."

he kissed his way across to your other nipple as you brought your hands to his hair. he started to move lower, until his lips were against your belly button, and even lower still until his tongue was running along the top of your jeans. "can i take these off?" he asked, fingers grazing over the button and zipper. with your approval, he carefully unbuttoned them and slid them down your legs, revealing your panties that matched your bra. he looked up at you, his face only inches from your center. "you’re so wet, baby." he said. "i can see a little wet patch on your panties."

your face flushed and you turned your head, hiding your embarrassment in your pillow.

"hey.. hey.." he said, his hand finding yours, tangling your fingers together. "don’t hide, baby. let me see your pretty face." you did your best to look at him, trying not to focus on your insecurities, but trying to focus on him instead. you squeezed his hand, his kind brown eyes showing nothing but love. he kissed your hip, and across your skin until he was placing a gentle kiss on your clothed clit. you jerked slightly. "is that the spot baby?" you nodded, biting your lip.

he pulled away, standing up. he chuckled at your pout, your little whines of protest. "just let me take these off." he unbuttoned his jeans, and kicked them to the side. he was only wearing his underwear now, his erection causing the material to stretch uncomfortably. he admired your body from this angle. your arms wrapped around your middle, your legs bending, trying to cover yourself. "don’t." he said, grabbing one of your wrists in each hand and holding your arms out. "let me look at you, baby. god, you are so beautiful."

his hands found their way back to your breasts,squeezing slightly before his fingertips grazed down your skin to the elastic of your panties. he hooked his fingers around them. "can i take these off? can i see your little pussy?" you lifted your hips in answer, helping him slide them off. you were completely naked in front of him now but you didn’t have time to be self conscious about it. his lips were already back on your skin,kissing everywhere he could reach. "fuck you’re so pretty." he mumbled against your tummy. "been dreaming about this."

what did he mean by that? you wondered.

"can i see you too?" you asked, your voice sounding so loud to your own ears, having been silent for so long. but you were starting to feel more comfortable. he made you feel so safe.

"of course you can." he said, straightening again to take his briefs off. and now you got to admire him for a moment. the hard muscles of his chest and abdomen leading down to his hard and leaking erection. the first thing you thought was that he was big. but honestly, you didn’t really have much to compare it to.. so what did you know? "don’t worry baby. we’ll go slow." he said, sensing your hesitation.

he leaned down to kiss your lips once again, his fingers making contact with your wetness. he rubbed soft circles on your clit. you grabbed onto his shoulders, your small whimpers falling into his mouth.

"does that feel good?" he asked.

"yes.." you breathed. "so good."

his fingers traveled down through your folds and teased your entrance. "i’ve got to prepare you a little bit, okay? like this.." and he slid one finger inside of you slowly, pumping in and out. you had done this to yourself before but this was completely different. you had never felt like this before. "there you go, baby." once he felt you had gotten used to the first finger, he added a second. he moved them in and out slowly, his thumb rubbing softly on your clit. you could feel your orgasm building. you were embarrassed by how quickly it had come. but you had been waiting so long for him to touch you like this, you couldn’t help it. he could feel you fluttering around his fingers. "are you going to cum?" he whispered against your neck, his lips pressing soft kisses, his teeth nibbling.

"yes.. yes fuck." you panted.

"go ahead, baby. let go."

and you did, you clamped down on his fingers, his name falling from your lips as your body shook.

he had been fantasizing about you moaning his name like that for so long now that it took everything in him not to bust right then. he took a deep breath, pulling his fingers out of you. you watched as he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean, your pussy dripping and pulsing, begging for more. he leaned over the side of the bed and fished a condom out of his pants pocket.

"are you ready?" he asked, holding the condom up.

"yes please." you said, breathless.

"ooh so polite." he teased, giggling as he tore the foil pack open. you watched as he pumped himself a few times, precum leaking from his swollen tip, before sliding the condom down his length. he leaned down and cupped your face, kissing you softly. "remember, we can stop at any time. just tell me. okay?"

"i don’t want to stop." you said, desperate. "please don’t stop."

he smiled. "i won’t unless you tell me to." he knelt in front of you, his hands on your knees, spreading your legs. he lined himself up with your entrance before slowly pushing the tip in. you gasped and his head fell back, his mouth open. he slowly inched his way inside, giving you time to adjust. you whined under him, your eyes squeezing shut at the stretch. "i know, baby. i know." he said. "you’re doing so good." once you felt his thighs on the back of yours, he stilled. letting you properly adjust to his size. he could feel you pulsing around him, his cock begging to cum. "i’m gonna move now, okay?"

you nodded frantically. "yes. yes please, please."

he slowly pulled out and pushed back in, his pace increasing with each thrust. he wasn’t going to last much longer. he knew that. "fuck— baby you feel so g—good." he stuttered. his hands were digging into your hips as he pumped into you. his mouth open, his eyebrows scrunched together, his hair sticking to his forehead. "are you doing okay?"

"fuck yes.." you gasped. "gonna— gonna cum."

he could feel you squeezing around him. he fell down on to his elbows, his arms caging your head, his panting breath in your ear. he continued pumping in and out of you, the wet sounds filling the room. "cum with m-me baby." he said. "fuck- fuck-"

you squeezed him tighter as your orgasm washed over you, you vision going dark. his thrusts got sloppy and then stopped all together as he spilled into the condom. he collapsed next to you, his panting matching your own. he lazily kissed your jaw and your shoulder. "i love you.." he said.

you froze.

"shit- sorry." he said. "i- i didn’t mean to ruin the moment.. it slipped out."

you turned to face him, his brown eyes looking worried. "i love you too.."

his hand caressed your cheek, his thumb rubbing softly back and forth. "really? you’re not just saying that because your overcome with emotion right now?"

you shook your head no. "i’ve been in love with you for a while now.." you confessed.

he chuckled. "i’ve been in love with you for a while. guess we were both too scared to say anything."

you nodded, feeling blissfully happy. you nuzzled into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"are you okay?" he asked. "was that.. okay?"

"i feel amazing." you said, your voice muffled by his chest. "i’m glad i waited for someone i truly love."

"gahh my heart." he said, squeezing you tighter,

[caitlinsgirl]

Thank you for this

summary: the narrator and caitlin are childhood friends. the narrator enjoys staying out of the public eye while supporting her favorite girl. set after their tough playoff game against the connecticut sun.

word count: 1.73k

tags: fluff, comfort, c*nner mention

author's note: thank you guys so much on the love for the last one! i'll get to the requests in my inbox, i just got in my feels after seeing caitlin's black eye after today's game. also tumblr kept fucking up and i had to re-do the upload for this likeeee 3 or 4 times so any mistakes i apologize. i hope u enjoy.

It feels bittersweet when you think about the time together. You no longer feels shaken up by the concept of time passing by anymore. You stopped panicking over the fact that you and the people around you are getting older. After all, getting older is a privilege, and you thank God everyday for letting you watch your girl become the woman that she is today. But today, today feels like a punch in my gut. You cannot think of anything, nothing except the passion that Caitlin has felt since you were little girls. You remember how she would beg you to join a team for more time to be with her.

“Any team!” the multi-sport prodigy would proclaim. “It doesn't matter if you'd suck, we'd have fun.” Of course I knew it would matter, though. For all you know, she could have probably stopped being your friend over how bad you would have been. Despite not being a member of her teams, you went to every game your best friend played in. Even if you felt sick, you was there, cheering her name louder than anyone in the stands, except maybe her family of course. You watched her through every high and low that made her the athlete she is today.

But nothing could have prepared you for today. The first playoff game for the Indiana Fever is over, and the players are making their way off the court. From your seat, you can see the way your best friend's eyes are glued to the ground as she followers her team to the locker room that's reserved for the Connecticut Sun's opposing team. If you were honest, you could not care less about the result of the game, or whether or not your favorite WNBA team advances in the playoffs. The only thing that matters is her, and the chance to make her feel better after this tragic loss.

Hey

Your phone lit up and chimed with her message just as you stepped out of the shower in your Connecticut hotel room. Butterflies immediately swirled in your stomach. What could be the right thing to say? What on Earth could I possibly say or do to make this horrid day into a good one for her? Making it better is not enough for you. You wish to see her on top of the world, sunshine or rain, win or lose. To the world, she is just an athlete, but to you, she's your person. An angel who deserves to have a smile on her face.

Teams going out to eat but im too tired to go with

Can I hang out with u at ur hotel room? theyre gonna talk about the game and I’ve had enough basketball for today

Of course u can

You rush to dry yourself off and get dressed. You quickly make your way downstairs to buy her favorite snacks at the lobby concession stand. Anything you can do, anything she wants, and more.

You had booked a hotel room within walking distance of the Indiana Fever's team. Having a room within the same establishment would have been too strange. This is Caitlin's job, after all, and you're just her friend. Maybe it would have been appropriate for her boyfriend to book a room, but not you. At least it felt that way.

You nervously paced back and forth in your room as you waited for her to show up. You arranged all the fun snacks you picked up in an adorable display on the 2nd queen bed of the room, the one you were not sleeping on. A bag of unpopped popcorn was waiting for Caitlin's entrance in the microwave. Two cups of ice were in the fridge, so they would not melt so fast. The hotel had all kinds of movies available on the TV, and you were about to queue up High School Musical, but then you remembered that movie is partly about basketball. Okay, Cinderella it is. Your favorite Disney princess movie has become her favorite too, from all the times you forced her to rewatch it with you.

A gentle knock on the door made you jump a little bit. You quickly made your way and paused for a second. You took a deep breath, and opened the door to see her. Her hands were in her sweatpants pockets and her shoulders were slightly slumped forward. Her black eye became darker as the night went on. The sight of it made your heart ache. You had the desire to take her into your arms and tell her how much she means to you. Your hands burned with desire, but you just smiled.

“Hey girl,” you said before stepping aside to let her in.

She walked through the entryway and stopped at the foot of the queen bed.

“Did Willy Wonka come in before I did?” She raised her eyebrow at you.

You couldn't help but to giggle. “No, goofy! I thought we could have a proper movie night,”

Her lips slightly curled into a weak, but much needed smile. You walked to the miniature fridge to pull out the cups. “Do you want apple juice or soda?”

“Juice, please,” she responded as her eyes scanned your selection. She picked out a couple of items, then a third one for good measure, before plopping herself onto the other bed in front of the television. You put your drinks on the nightstand and took the spot next to her. As if it was routine, the two of you tucked yourselves under the blanket. You hit play, and her body moved even closer to yours. Her head rested on your right shoulder, heavy and with a sigh. She is not talking about it, but you can read it all over her.

Caitlin's mind is rushing. It is impossible to land on a single thing. You could not begin to imagine the things she was saying to herself, and you did not care. The only thing you cared about was making those thoughts go away. You looked down at her and imagined yourself latching TNT onto the tracks ahead of her train of thought. You imagined it running of its tracks, leaving her without the negativity or self-doubt.

You could not stop staring at the bruise on her face. You have seen her hurt before, this is not anything new. You saw the bruises that those games left her with, the soreness in her body after a hard day in the weight room. In fact, sometimes you thought those bruises on her looked really, really hot. Something about that black eye, though, it makes you feel so utterly sad.

You wrapped your right arm around her shoulder and pulled her whole body even closer to yours. She did not hesitate, either. Her strong arms almost immediately wrapped around your waist and she took in the smell of the conditioner on your slightly damp hair.

“Thank you for this, [name].” She mumbled as her eyes stayed glued on the beginning of the movie. The sound of her voice felt like you were hearing it for the first time she spoke your name. You replay it in your mind over and over again, thanking God that you could be so close to her. Her friendship felt like salvation for the both of you, a reminder that life is still sweet and worth conquering. When you both imagine your old age, you think of each other, and the gentle serenity that each other's presence brings. “We're gonna have a house together when we're little old ladies,” she used to tell you when you were kids.

Your right hand found its way to her pin-straight brown hair. Your fingers wove themselves through and gently massaged her head. I love you. She leaned into your touch and closed her eyes with a small, content hum. With her arms around your waist, you felt like you could die here happy. The smell of her skin was familiar, yet intoxicating, like a drug that you could not get enough of. Your left hand moved with a mind of its own and slowly cupped her face. You lifted her head and she opened her eyes, her face inches away from yours.

You leaned in, and her grip around your waist loosened for your ease. You gently kissed the black spot under her eye, as if your touch could heal her from all the horribleness that came from today. She closed her eyes again, her cheeks flaring up and lighting on fire with her pumping blood. Her cheeks, ears, and neck felt hot with desire for your touch. You could hear her heart beating.

You kissed the spot again, gentler and slower this time. “Do you know that I love you, Caitlin?” You asked her.

She opened her eyes and looked at you. She furrowed her eyebrows, shocked that those words came out of your mouth. You have told each other that you love each other before, what pair of best friends have not done that? But you both knew this was different. You began to hesitate and tried to think of a way to backtrack, a way to explain-

She sat up fully and took your face into her hands. Her thumbs grazed your cheeks and her eyes studied the beautiful features on your face. It was as if she was seeing you for the first time. She moved her hand and touched your lips with her right thumb, tracing the outline and savoring the softness of your skin. Now it was your turn to blush furiously.

“Please kiss me, Caitlin,” you said looking into her mossy hazel eyes.

“I love you too, [name],” she slurred as she closed the space between you two. Her kiss felt gentle, but hungry. The both of you felt years worth of desire all at once. You wrapped your arms around her waist and ran your hands up her back, memorizing the way her body fits with yours. She made you ask her again, then again, then again.

The two of you eventually fell asleep in each other's arms with the ice in your cups melted and your snacks forgotten. You assumed she let her team know she was heading over to your hotel room, you just hoped none of them would suspect anything the next day.

[literaila]

Need more gojo reader smoochfest

“remember this one?”

you’re a little bit dizzy, by now. you can’t remember how long, or when all of this started—but the end result isn’t necessarily unpleasant.

you hadn’t wanted to join nanami and shoko (and gojo whoever that is) for a drink—after a long day, three too many outfit changes, and a bed that you missed like an old childhood friend.

but your complaints are only partially heard, and satoru tends to drag you along wherever he goes, like a doll.

currently, though, you don’t really mind that.

gojo is not drunk, but you definitely are.

that’s why, mind you, when satoru spins you around again on the sticky linoleum floor, in this shitty bar that is definitely too small for dancing—you stumble a little.

but satoru’s hand is right there on your waist, keeping you steady and making sure that you don’t run into anyone that could be passing by.

usually he would let you trip and fall and spill someone’s drink down their shirt—because that would be hilarious—but you���re drunk, and he’s not and…

he enjoys taking care of you, when he gets the chance.

“no,” you say, giggling, when you’re spun back to him. “but i don’t think you should do it again.”

he’s grinning down at you. “why not?”

“because i might puke.”

satoru snorts, slowing his dancing down a little bit—because you really are swaying. “cute.”

“i know. aren’t you glad you married me?”

his eyes are covered but they’re sparkling (or you’re hallucinating). “very glad,” he says, with all the swagger that his seventeen year old self had.

that is to say, absolutely none.

but you lean in anyway, drunk and giddy and sweet, and brush your nose against his.

and satoru complies, like he always does, so his breath tickles your mouth and one of his hand finds its way to your jaw.

you kiss him once, just a slight peck, and pull back. you’ve always been a tease, but you usually reserve it for at home.

not now, though, when he’s so focused on only you, and so close that he could swallow you whole.

dancing always reminds you of satoru proposing, of letting him guide you wherever he wants to go in some sick metaphor about love and torture, the cure and the curse.

and, goddamnit, you’ve always been a sappy drunk. you’re going to regret this in the morning—especially because satoru has the upper hand here.

you told him you loved him for the first time because you were drunk.

and so, “i think im in love you,” you say now, again, just to get him to smile.

“then don’t tease me,” his tone is stern, a bit whiny, but you can see his dimples now.

“it’s so fun, though.”

“everything’s fun when you’re drunk.”

“tipsy.”

“okay, baby.”

“and everything’s fun with you.”

satoru’s mouth opens, his canines glittering in the dim light of the bar, and then he scoffs, “you—“ but he never finishes the sentence because his hand moves to the back of your head and he’s kissing you again.

you settle on your tip toes to reach him, sighing as he pulls you closer.

and you’re not moving now, nonetheless dancing, but who the hell cares?

satoru bites at your bottom lip, as punishment for being in love with him, and allows you to wrap your hands around his neck, drawing circles with your fingertips.

your body is so heavy and uneven, but it’s easy to kiss him like this. you’re not self conscious about the other people because satoru will keep them away from you both, and you’re not worried about breathing because why would you need to breathe when you could be kissing him?

still, eventually he pushes you back, setting his hands on your shoulders so you don’t fall. and he grins at you again, cheeky. “i think i love you, too.”

“oh, good. or this would be awkward.”

he kisses you again, a bit softer, but it’s not even a kiss, really.

because you’re both just laughing into each other, and everything seems so funny for a moment that you just let it happen. if you could rank the moments in time, kissing satoru like this would be very close to the top.

and someone probably shouts at you to get a room—but who cares anyway?

[loquarocoeur]

im ill so I was thinking abt ur verse

how annoying would they be abt etchother when the second is badly sick????

Oh my god they would both be the absolute worst

If Max got sick Charles would be terrible, he would never stop hovering, Max would literally just have a cold and Charles would be trapping Max in the bed for bedrest barely letting him out to go to the bathroom. Max would enjoy the attention for all of a few hours before he'd decide he's had enough and starts being difficult about it and arguing with Charles

If Charles got sick he'd be the worst man flu kind of dramatic about a cold and Max would obviously deal with it because he loves Charles and he's worried, but he'd hover just as much as Charles and Charles would last all of a day before he gets sick of the bed rest and decides he's had enough dramatics and tries to get up and do something and Max doesn't let him and oh all of a sudden he gets how Max felt when Charles did that

They'd just be so lovingly annoyed with each other🥺🥰

[vizishereig]

Day 2: Tied Up/Starting Over

ill expand on this on a later date, but for now? Im tired and a little sick.

CALIBRATING…

USER NOT RECOGNIZED.

NEW USER?

- YES   - NO

PLEASE INPUT YOUR NAME:

- Leon Kennedy

USER Leon Kennedy HAS BEEN ADDED TO THE DATA BASE.

INSERT SCENARIO

DOWNLOADING SCENARIO

SCENARIO DOWNLOADED.

- OPEN?         - CLOSE POP-UP

SCENARIO OPENED

COMMENCING TEST: 001 |

He gasps, breathing in deeply as he wakes up. It’s cold, freezing. He shifts around, trying to figure out where he is.

Cold chains against his hands, warm light, cold air. Valdelobos.

Leon could almost weep with relief.

It worked.

He tugs on the chain above him, and, sure enough:

“Hey, stop it!”

Luis. Alive and whole.

“Oye, yanqui, got a name?” Luis asks, as he debates what to do next. How far out will ripples happen? Does it matter? Does he care?

Leon shakes his head, deciding to at least get out of the chains. Then he’ll figure out where to go next.

Everything goes the same, but he spends a second too long debating whether or not to try and stick with Luis. The key is thrown away and he’s gone.

Fine, that’s okay. Probably better for later on, when he’d need Luis to open the door to the cabin. He has to think about the now and later, try and predict outcomes correctly. It makes him feel a little stretched thin, but he’ll endure it.

He would, a thousand times over, if it changes Luis’s fate. If he was able to go out into the fresh air he so craved. If he was allowed to walk out of those mines unscathed.

- - -

He gets to the mines, and he watches out for Krauser. It should be easy, simple. He doesn’t let Luis go ahead of him, keeps close.

But Krauser is too fast.

Leon is batted away like a toy, and a knife sinks neatly into Luis’s back.

He fights.

Luis shoots at Krauser.

Leon tries to patch the wound this time. He’s aware it won’t change anything.

Luis dies.

SCENARIO OVER.

PLEASE INSERT CAUSE OF REMOVAL:

- Subject committed suicide via gunshot wound to the temple. Subject used his own gun, an SG-09R The bullet went clean through, allowing for the subject to die quickly and painlessly.

RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS:

- DISTORTION CAUSED: MINIMAL

- DAMAGE SUSTAINED TO SUBJECT: LETHAL

- ERRORS OCCURRED: NONE

CONTINUE TEST?

- YES   - NO

COMMENCING TEST: 002 |

He takes Luis with him this time.

Grabs the keys before the other man can, unlocks his own cuffs. Brown eyes dim a little as he looks at him, hands ratting the chain. He’s analyzing the situation, Leon knows. He’s seen that expression before, eyes scrunching at the corner, lips slightly pursed.

It makes him so, so fond.

It’s also why he makes Luis come with him. Maybe, just maybe, him sticking close will keep him alive.

- - -

No, no, no.

They took too long to get to the cabin, this time.

Leon had to rush Ashley into the crawl space (and he was given a surprised look when he uncovered it immediately), try his best to set up the boards on the windows. It's when he's fumbling there that a ganado comes through the window, Luis calling out a warning.

He turns around in time to see the ganado stumble from a bullet, grabbing his knife and slicing it across his throat. Blood gushes from the wound and it falls to the ground.

He looks up to say a thank you to him, eyes widening as a ganado swings down with his weapon.

Luis hits the ground, head colliding with the floor. A sickening crack echoes through Leon's ears.

He sighs, breathes.

Again, then.

SCENARIO OVER.

PLEASE INSERT CAUSE OF REMOVAL:

- Subject died at the hands of an infected human, classification Ganado. Death was quick but painful.

RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS:

- DISTORTION CAUSED: MEDIUM

- DAMAGE SUSTAINED: LETHAL

- ERRORS OCCURED: NONE

CONTINUE TEST?

- YES   - NO

COMMENCING TEST: 003 |

SCENARIO OVER.

INSERT CAUSE OF REMOVAL:

- Target lost in a wayward explosion. Subject committed suicide via shotgun.

RUNNING DIAGNOSTIC:

- DISTORTION CAUSED: MINIMAL

- DAMAGE SUSTAINED: LETHAL

- ERRORS OCCURED: NONE

CONTINUE TEST?

(WARNING: TOO MUCH TRAVEL IN SUCH SHORT PERIODS OF TIME MAY CAUSE ADVERSE EFFECTS. IT IS RECOMMENDED THAT THE USER TAKES A BREAK BEFORE MOVING ON.)

- YES - NO

COMMENCING TEST: 004 |

SCENARIO OVER.

INSERT CAUSE OF REMOVAL:

- Target fell to Jack Krauser, death was faster than usual. Unable to save subject as scripted.

RUNNING DIAGNOSTIC:

- DISTORTION CAUSED: MAJOR

- DAMAGE SUSTAINED: LETHAL

- ERRORS OCCURED: NONE

CLEANUP IN PROGRESS.

CONTINUE TEST?

(WARNING: TOO MUCH TRAVEL IN SUCH SHORT PERIODS OF TIME MAY CAUSE ADVERSE EFFECTS. IT IS RECOMMENDED THAT THE USER TAKES A BREAK BEFORE MOVING ON.)

- YES - NO

COMMENCING TEST: 005 |

Again. He can feel exhaustion pulling at him.

Again and again.

This time, he gets it, though.

Luis walks out of that tunnel.

He is smiling, and Leon is watching the air ruffle his hair.

He's so distracted, he doesn't hear the steps behind him.

A knife slides into his back and the world tilts.

Luis is yelling, there's a gruff voice above him-

He can't breathe, the knife must have punctured his lungs-

There's metal on his tongue and no, he can't die, not now-

The world is dimming, he can see Luis being knocked to the floor-

He lets out a sound of protest, but it's garbled-

Dimming, dimming, dimming-

Black.

SCENARIO OVER.

INSERT CAUSE OF REMOVAL:

- Target survived, Subject killed soon after via knife wound to the back. Death was slow and painful, but subject seemed too distracted by the Target to register the pain.

RUNNING DIAGNOSTIC:

- DISTORTION CAUSED: MAJOR

- DAMAGE SUSTAINED: LETHAL

- ERRORS OCCURED: ONE

CLEANUP IN PROGRESS.

CONTINUE TEST?

(WARNING: TOO MUCH TRAVEL IN SUCH SHORT PERIODS OF TIME MAY CAUSE ADVERSE EFFECTS. IT IS RECOMMENDED THAT THE USER TAKES A BREAK BEFORE MOVING ON.)

- YES - NO

COMMENCING TEST: 006 |

SCENARIO OVER.

INSERT CAUSE OF REMOVAL:

- Target survived. Subject died by knife wound inflicted by Jack Krauser.

/add note

PROCTOR NOTES:

- Subject Kennedy has been running this test over and over for weeks. He only stops to take naps and only eats when forced. He's running haggard. I recommend we instate a mandatory break. A week would benefit him and our results.

/add note

ADMIN NOTES:

- Re: Previous Suggestion

As you know, it is against protocol to force subjects out of their tests. Your suggestion has been noted and will be brought up to the subject, but nothing more can be done. We thank you for your concern, but do try and adhere to our rules.

RUNNING DIAGNOSTIC:

- DISTORTION CAUSED: MAJOR

- DAMAGE SUSTAINED: LETHAL

- ERRORS OCCURED: ONE

CLEANUP IN PROGRESS.

CONTINUE TEST?

(WARNING: TOO MUCH TRAVEL IN SUCH SHORT PERIODS OF TIME MAY CAUSE ADVERSE EFFECTS. IT IS RECOMMENDED THAT THE USER TAKES A BREAK BEFORE MOVING ON.)

- YES - NO

COMMENCING TEST: 328 |

This one. This will be the one.

It has to be.

He can't stop.

He's so tired.

But he won't stop.

He doesn't think he ever will.

[serenitylovesyou]

I C A N B E A B E T T E R B O Y F R I E N D

W A R N I N G ! ! - the story contains swearing, mommy kink, praise kink, swearing, sloppy makeout scene, and sex.

As i scroll on tiktok, laying on my bed, snuggling with my teddy bear and wiping my mascara off my eyes with my black hoodies sleeve. I sob some more as the message repeats in my head.

“i think we need to break up.”

how dumb was I to think he was the one for me

“sick bastard.” i whisper to myself. i get caught in a wormhole and overthink what ive done that cause him to end the relationship, maybe i spoke too much around him? or maybe i didnt text him enough, but he hates when i bother him too much. these thoughts go on for a few seconds until i get a text from my friend chris. ive known him for a while and i could talk to him about anything, he just responded from the text i sent a couple of minutes ago about the break up

I hear the door bell ring and i see him standing there at the white large door frame. i examine his black fresh love shirt and jeans, he holding flowers and chocolates to make me feel better

“i got these for you on the way here”

“thanks chris, you really didnt have to”

“well i did, and i got another thing for you…”

“what is it?

chris turns me around and guides me to my bed room, he pulls out of his back pocket a lingerie set.

“chris what the fuck?!” i say as i laugh mid sentence.

“put it on”

“you really went out of your way to get me t-”

“put it on.”

im shocked that he can go from immature to serious in a heartbeat. i put it on and i notice him checking out my figure.

“god.. your so hot.”

i can feel his blue eyes darting at my body then my chest for a few seconds. he gets close and pushes me on the bed. his lips crash into my and he caresses my chest and slowly tries to slip it off. i moan to the touch of my sensitive chest and he pulls away for a second.

“i hope you know i can always be a better boyfriend then him. this will be proof..”

he slips off my panties and puts them in his pocket and unbottons his jeans and flips me over. he teases me by putting the tip on my whole. he slowly puts the tip in and starts to thrust back and forth and picks up the paste. my fingers claw on the sheets.

“mommy your doing so good for daddy, taking my cock like the good girl you are.”

i feel my self getting close and so is he, he picks up the paste even more and im grunting and panting like crazy.

“oh f- fuck.. im close, cmon mommy be a good girl for daddy and let me release in you ma.”

a few seconds later he cums inside me and i slowly cum after. he pulls out and wipes sweat of his forehead. he lays down on my bed next to me and we sit in silence for a few seconds then he looks at me.

“you should always know im always the better choice.” and he was right, this was way better then my ex.

I H O P E Y O U E N J O Y E D !

T H I S I S M Y F I R S T E V E R F I C I W R O T E S O I M S O R R Y I F I T S B A D !

[stardust-sunset]

I’m just gonna ask this once but how come whenever brody is absent for more than two days IM the one getting harassed over it? I’m not gonna respond anymore because I think I’ve made my points clear and all I can say atp is check my pinned but like…why is it me? Are you trying to be like “i told you so?” or like are you trying to prove something? because my stance isn’t gonna change. I’m still gonna support him. And it’s fucking creepy the way some of you track his absences. He’s allowed to take breaks. He should take breaks and the reason WHY he takes breaks is not up for speculation and if he really “wasn’t in the show anymore” we would’ve heard about it by now. He’s entitled to his own privacy and I don’t know why i’m the one who has to deal with the brunt of the hate like I’m not him. I’m not connected to him and just because I’ve been vocal about my opinions in the past doesn’t mean i enjoy looking at dumb anonymous hate.

Let him take breaks without speculating why he’s gone. It’s creepy and frankly it’s an invasion if his privacy. You don’t know him. I know a lot of the cast is active online so it seems like people know him but you don’t. It’s okay to be worried but what I’ve been receiving is not okay. And you know who you are. He’s probably fine and just needed a while to take a break. A lot of the cast takes breaks and yet it’s just him that gets shit. Sure maybe he takes off more than other people but that’s his choice. And his part is the most involved and it’s NATURAL that he’s need a break. It’s his body. Not yours. He knows his body better than anyone and if he decides he needs a break, then he’s going to take a break. End of story, close case, don’t speculate. And if you hate it that much then don’t support the show.

I’m done being the one everyone goes to to be like “oh he’s absent again all he does is take breaks” or “oh he’s absent he shouldn’t be on broadway” because it’s gross. If you’re speculating that hard and tracking the absences of someone you hate so much then I’m going to assume you genuinely have no life.

Sorry for the rant. I’m just sick of waking up to hoards of anon hate and speculation. He’s fine. If something happened we would’ve known by now.

[edsbacktattoo]

calico jack interrupting stede when he was about to tell the story of how he and ed met is a fucking crime. "I was gut-stabbed, and I remember-" remember what stede? WHAT?? remember looking at ed and thinking holy fuck that is the sexiest man i've ever seen? remember falling in love instantly? i think world peace would be restored if we knew what he said in that scene

[oars]

[bunnyboy-juice]

NO MORE ASSOCIATING THINGS WITH FEMMES ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE PINK!HYPERFEM FEMMES ARE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU CAMPY FEMMES WHO EMBODY PINK BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU GUYS NOT GO MORE THAN ONE DAY W/O TRYING TO SHOEHORN FEMMES INTO BEING ONLY PINK UWU BABIES. I AM FEMME AS IN GRASS AS IN DIRT AS IN TREE BARK AS IN WEEDS SPROUTING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK CEMENT. FEMME AS IN GENDER NONCONFORMITY AS IN FUCK YOU MY FEMININITY IS WHAT *I* SAY IT IS. FEMME AS IN DEPTH AND DARKNESS AND WARMTH AND TERROR. FEMME AS IN CAVES. FEMME AS IN LIGHTNING. FEMME AS IN AN AMALGAMATION OF TRAITS THAT I HAVE DECIDED ARE FEMININE REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIETY SAYS. FUCK IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!???

[medicalunprofessional]

never change, man !

[watchingwisteria]

im so sorry i get it now i really do, the gay angels have me shaking screaming crying at all hours of the day and night, they mean everything to me i am literally thinking about them all the time and what it would mean to love someone steadily and silently through eternity, what it would mean to love across the lines of a divine war of supposed good and evil, what it would mean to carve out a space for oneself and ones lover in no man’s land, in the grey and moral ambiguity when you were created to be black and white without blemish. god i love them so much i just

[rottengurlz]

try to be gentle when you are ripping me apart 🔪

w/ @kashisun

[critter-covenant]

"ooooh thank you! Thank you! Thank you!!!"

They'd be good friends I like to thinmk

[nibbelraz]

i think the changes should also apply to him but like. in ways where he will not realise it. lqg throws a really heavy carcass or smth at him and everyone is all "a candle for the soon to be crushed peak lord" but sqh catches it just fine. >:( be careful shidi!! they're so confused. someone else tries to pick it up and- oh, jesus, fuck thats way too heavy. how is sqh handling it fine?? mobei finds out because theres a trap or array and sqh just scoops him before it activates. holding a whole ass demon man with one arm and his sword with the other. hes going to be boasting about it for WEEKS. his human is so much stronger than other humans AND some demons. your stupid princess shizun could NEVER

YES YES YES 100 PERCENT I can see everyone gaping at him like WHAT. WHEN? HOW? HUH?

I actually think Qinghua is pretty strong, especially being from An Ding with all the work he has to do, but with the whole god business, it's a whole other level he's rivaling DEMONS!

I'm actually obsessed with the idea that once Mobei Jun gets carried he immediately thinks about how much better his husband is compared to the emperor's consort the image of how smug he is thinking he got the better human is so funny to me

Rough sketch below of Qinghua carrying Mobei cause I think he deserves to get carried by his God

[plulp]

IM NOT A DOCTOR BUT I THINK I MIGHT BE ABLE TO HELP