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[mlmxreader]

Are You Ready? | John Price x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ Price

35 “One of my biggest regrets was not telling you how much I loved you sooner” ❞

: ̗̀➛ Price is finally home, and you can't quite believe it.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, anal fingering, dry humping, dirty talk, Daddy kink, praise kink

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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You fidgeted uncomfortably in your bed, tossing and turning all night whilst the television continued to play quietly, bathing the entire room in a dull blue light; beside you, Price hardly even stirred, hardly even paused as he slept so soundly beside you.

Completely and utterly knocked out from recently coming home from deployment; he was exhausted, in all honesty, but who could blame him?

When he had spent days looking into the eyes of boys hardly older than fifteen, blank and lifeless stares glaring into his soul; when he spent hours hunched over a desk and writing letter after letter to mothers and fathers, telling them that their babies had died. That their babies who would never return home to loving embraces, to hot home cooked meals and to soft, kind and loving words.

When he had spent days marching in mud up to his knees, blisters on his feet, sores on his legs and burns on his fingertips; endless miles of mud, with only rats, fleas and lice to keep him company. After all of that, who could ever say that he was to blame for being so tired, for being so fucking exhausted?

Who could ever say that he was to blame?

But unlike Price, you couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t that you were upset, or that you were tormented by anything, but it was the mere fact that you were just so happy to have him home; you were fucking giddy to have him home, you just couldn’t settle down. It was uncomfortable to lie in bed, but it was so good to have Price home at last.

All you wanted to do was jump on him and scream in his face about how much you had missed him; but you knew that he needed to rest, so you did try and keep yourself a little bit calmer than what you would have wanted. But you couldn’t believe it.

You felt him shift beside you, a harsh groan coming from the back of his throat as his hand drifted down, grabbing your ass and pulling you flush against his body.

“I missed you,” Price grumbled sleepily, pulling you on top of him and gently rocking his hips against you. “Y’know that, right?”

Your hands went to his chest as you pushed back against him, nodding as a breathy moan left your lips. “Four years tomorrow, baby… four years together, and I miss you more and more every time.”

He pushed his hips up against you, grinding. “Four years, and one of my biggest regrets was not telling you how much I loved you sooner.”

You swallowed thickly, pushing down your pyjama bottoms to expose yourself to him, moaning softly when he slipped his ring and middle fingers into your ass, slowly pumping them in and out as you whimpered for him to keep going. “John… fuck…”

“You like that?” He breathed out, and when you agreed, he picked up the pace. Fucking you with his fingers as he felt you clamp down around his thick fingers. “‘M gonna fuck you and fill that pretty little ass… make you so fuckin’ full…”

“Unf!” You squeezed your eyes tightly shut for a moment, hips bucking as you ground down against his fingers, your mouth falling agape and giving him the perfect excuse to capture your mouth with his.

Sucking your tongue before grabbing the back of your neck and harshly grinding against you; you could only whimper, so needy and desperate for him that all your words seemed to fail so miserably, so terribly.

All you could think about was how good his cock would look buried inside your ass, slick with lube and hammering into you; how good his cock would feel as it stretched you until you could hardly take it anymore, until you were sobbing and biting down on the bedsheet as it became wet and squelched with your spit and tears.

“You thinkin’ about it?” Price huffed, gently nibbling at your neck. “How good my cock would look as I bend you over and fuck you… you’re gonna look so good when I stuff you full of my cum… you’re gonna look so good…”

You let out a harsh breath, shuddering against him as you felt it wash over you; your legs shook harshly, thighs trembling as you bucked against him and allowed yourself to let loose at last. Sharp short breaths coming from your mouth as you fucked yourself against his fingers. Your eyes shut tightly, you could feel yourself coming undone as you thought more about it.

The slapping of skin, the smell of sex filling the room, the sounds of grunts and growls and soft whimpers. The feeling of his skin on yours; Price grumbled softly under his breath, slipping his hand to you and letting your cum coat his skin as he tilted his head back slightly.

“That’s it, baby,” he praised softly. “Cum for me, c'mon.”

“D-Daddy,” you gasped out, trying to fuck yourself against him even more desperately, wanting to feel it all over again. “Please… please… wanna… wanna cum twice…”

“Oh, baby,” he breathed out, pulling his fingers from your ass and flipping you onto your back. He settled between your legs, his hands on your thighs as he grinned tiredly. “Do you want my cock, now?”

You nodded desperately, mouth agape and drool slipping from the corner. “Please…”

“Yeah?” He whispered, gently tracing your jaw. “You sure you can take it?”

“John,” you growled softly, tugging at him. “Please don't be a tease…”

Licking his lips, Price smiled down at you, attacking your neck as he kissed and bit and sucked at the skin until you were bucking your hips against him, begging for him. “Four years together, and you've never been hotter than you are right now.”

You laughed softly, playfully slapping his chest and rolling your eyes fondly. “Four years, and I've never wanted you to fuck me as much as I need you to right now.”

“I see your point,” he growled out, palming at himself for a moment. “You ready?”

“Yes.”

[secret-smut-sideblog]

Prey Drive

Astarion x F! Dark Urge

18+ violence, death, dark urges (duh), bloodlust (literally), fingering (f!), roughness, deranged shit and I'm not sorry, tenderness

Her violent needs going unfed for too long, Astarion has an idea to help...

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"Hunting..." She sighed, exhausted. Then seemed to consider. "Would that even work? Animals?"

It had been a long time since their last battle, her last bloodshed. Consumed with more mundane but equally important tasks.

She hid it well but he could see the strain in her body, the circles under her eyes. Knew she hadn't been sleeping, faking until the rest of the their companions fell under. Getting up to walk the perimeter of camp in circles, far from them. Far from him.

It hurt him to be away from her but he understood. If there was anything he understood it was hunger.

Pulling her reluctant to his tent, just for a moment, he promised. He had an idea.

"Honestly, I dont know." Laying on his bed roll he looked up at her, her gentle hand smoothing one of his curls back into place. Her eyes dark rimmed, tired. Sitting openly but limbs stiff.

Recognized so many of his own long nights in her exhaustion.

"But Gods, It's worth a shot right? Besides," Sitting up to reach her, putting on a fake pout. "I get so lonely out there most nights."

She rolled her eyes, smiling. "Oh you poor thing." Nuzzling into his neck. "How could I desert you in your time of need."

"Ready?" He asked, the glow of her eyes uncertain. They stood together on the treeline outside camp. The night air still.

"I guess so." She murmured. "It feels weird to be out of my armor." Smoothing her hands down her camp clothes.

"We'll be much quieter this way, darling."

"Yes, yes, you've explained." She huffed, the slightest tremble in her hand.

"Nervous?" He whispered, voice kind.

Her eyes fell shut, a dejected sigh. "Yeah."

He threaded his hand in hers. Thumb brushing the inside of her soft wrist.

"You aren't going to hurt me." A command, a blessing.

"I'm not going to hurt you." Gripped his hand in determination.

Though they had been careful, stealthy, there was little in the woods that night. He tried not to show the desperation on his face. He wanted to help, really wanted to help.

Between the two of them he was rarely the one to offer solutions. Often bringing in new problems. Needing to prove himself. He knew she would huff at him if she knew but it was important to him.

Her eyes didnt betray any despair as they stalked the empty forest, if anything she seemed more focused. Moving just as quiet as him, steps sure. Always thrived under pressure.

His ears picked up voices, seeing the faintest glimmer of light on the trail far beneath them. Hooded figures moving in the dark. Cultists, of course.

He sighed, no wonder there was nothing. These imbeciles stomping their way through like rothe in heat.

Turned to her to reassure her, they'd try again tomorrow.

A flash of silver hair.

Running. She was running.

Startled, he almost called out to her but had no time, planting his feet to take off after her. Ducking and weaving through the underbrush.

Gods, how was she so fast.

Like a bat out of Hells she burst from the treeline, leaping down onto one of the figures. Heard a startled cry. The three other robed men turning sharply in shock. Pulling daggers from their sides.

Glad he had the foresight to bring it he readied his bow. Firing down shot after shot into the chests of the men attempting to descend on her. The sound of many arrows hissing through the air.

His eyes still trained on the pierced men, assuring they stay dead, he stepped down onto the gravel.

A wave of blood struck the ground below the cultist she was straddling. Another. Another.

He hadnt seen her pull her dagger, had he?Confused he stepped closer. On tip-toe he skirted around her side, curious.

Her entire front drenched in blood, her sharp teeth ripped into flesh. Head wrenching side to side. Clawed hands gripping the soil. Moaning and slurping.

Gods, was she..? She was. She was drinking.

Heat spread like a fever from his pelvis, eyes wide.

She groaned in ecstasy, talons digging into the wound. Pulling open for more.

The whole front of her face, her hairline stained dark. Grinding her hips into her prey.

Unbelievably aroused he watched her, dumbstruck.

Lifting the limp body up she ripped and ripped with her talons, eyes closing as the last of the blood struck her. Leaning back on her haunches in a scattered puddle of it. Eyes closed she slicked it back into her hair. Throwing the body down, chest heaving.

Gods he needed her. Badly. But had no idea if she was sated. If he could be next if he tried to touch her. Surely one couldn't be enough.

Taking the dagger from the dead he plunged it into a chest. Sternum cracking against his force.

Glowing eyes whipped to his work. Up to him.

"Take more." He urged, his voice a pant.

Descending on fresh meat she kneeled next to the body, plunging her hand inside the hole he made. Other hand wrenching, cracking the ribcage open.

He moaned, straddling around her back. Pulling her hair from her neck. Licking long stripes up the still warm viscera coating her.

Crack, crack, crack. Her hand caressed the still heart, viscera coated up to the elbow. Expertly spinning the discarded dagger in her free hand she cut into the valves, freeing it.

Reaching his hand around her front he pushed his hand into her waistband. Finding her drenched. Plunging his fingers inside with a groan. Oh this was very wrong.

Her prize in hand she bit into it, a garbled whine of pleasure. Hips rolling into his hand, knees pushing out to give him more access.

Trailing messy kisses down her neck he was entranced. Pulling her collar from her shoulder, groaning at the line of clean skin that it revealed.

His free hand cupped her breast, the blood squelching against her, pushing between his fingers. Watching her bite and tear in awe, unbearably hard. Grinding into her lower back to get some relief.

Turning her head she caught his mouth in hers, her desperate whine filling his mouth. His other hand coming to rub hard on her clit. Blood soaked hand reaching up behind, talons digging into the back of his neck. The pain sharp, delicous.

She was already almost there, he could tell. Death, despite her best efforts, her strongest aphrodisiac. Her body rolling in waves, rising onto her knees. He kept pace with her, not letting up.

Ripping her shirt open, needing to see her breasts move with their riding. Biting and suckling on her earlobe.

"I'm, I-" She whimpered.

"Dont you dare hold back." He growled in her ear. Hand gripping her hair taut. Fingers unwavering.

Going rigid against his pull she muffled a moan. "No." He pulled her hair hard. "Louder."

She whined a handful of desperate moans, clenching hard on his fingers. Buckling into him, a huge wave about to hit her.

Teeth gnashing, a guttural growl erupted from her that slid into a shriek, her whole body erupting, shaking. Gripping his neck so hard she drew blood. Driving the dagger hard into the ground, just barely grazing his thigh. The slick gushing out of her onto his waiting fingers.

He came along with her, shocking himself. Shuddering hard against her gore slicked body. Hips stuttering against her back. Groaning a cry into her neck. The inside of his trousers a mess.

She turned to face him, catching his mouth in a hungry kiss. Fingers tangling in his hair.

The inside of her mouth still lined with blood. Licking it out of her with a growl.

The sound of many unfamiliar voices coming down the trail broke his trance, hers too it seemed.

Body stiffening she came back to herself, grabbing his hand and leaping up, moving like lightning to the cover of the forest.

Running again, he wanted to laugh. Watching both his feet and her. His love stained all red. Both of them a joined bloody blur in the moonlight.

Reaching a clearing she released his hand, fell to hands and knees. Dry heaving, coughing. Wrenching forward.

He fell in front of her, cupping her face in his hands. "Its okay, I'm okay, you're okay." A chant. Forced her eyes on his. "You're in control. You're right here."

She gripped his hand against her face, eyes wild. Took big shaky diaphragm breaths, trying to steady herself. He breathed in tandem with her, encouraging.

"You've got this, I'm here. I'm here."

She buried her face in his shoulder, gripping his shirt. Breathing him in. Relaxing into him. Coming back.

"How do you feel, Bhaal-babe?" He teased.

She groaned at the name, but he knew she loved it. "All spawned out, if I'm being honest." Paused, getting serious again. "Better, much better." She muffled into his shirt.

"I'm so proud of you." He smiled into her wet hair.

Heard her laugh. Pulling him further into her. "You're the only person who could ever say that about what I just did."

"Well, did I die?"

She snorted into his shirt. Sighed into him, body fully releasing. His hand trailing in her hair. Nuzzling, his voice soft into her. "You're so much stronger than you think."

After a moment she took a deep breath, pulling away. Smiling up at him. Her eyes so full of light it made his chest ache.

She looked down and groaned.

"Oh Gods, I'm going to have to throw these clothes away, arent I?" She pulled at them, dejected. "I like this shirt..."

"Oh please, we'll get you a new shirt. A better shirt."

"...Were we actually just fucking?" She groaned in embarrassment.

"That was my favorite part."

She hit his back in protest. "And our companions think I'm the deranged one..."

"Was it your favorite part?"

"Of course it was, you degenerate."

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Part 4

[kirislovelygf]

our spot // part 2 (kiri sully x fem!reader)

contents: wlw relationship, childhood besties-to-lovers, kissing, fluff, defining relationships, for the gay girlies

part one here

when the girls arrived home, kiri was absolutely mortified.

when neytiri landed with y/n, she quickly ordered her to go home. she was too afraid to argue or even say goodbye to kiri.

kiri watched as y/n glanced at her before walking into the dark village toward her tent. kiri watched and then turned to face her dad.

“dad, i’m really sorry-“

“what the hell were you thinking? sneaking off with that girl like that?” he scolded.

“wha- are you mad cause y/n’s a girl?” kiri asked, hoping she’d be able to turn the argument around on him.

“i don’t give a shit that y/n’s a girl.”

dammit.

“i give a shit that you lied to your mom and i, got your brothers to lie to us, and snuck out to do something you are way too young to be doing.” he barked.

kiri was absolutely mortified. she still couldn’t believe her parents caught her.

“know what, it’s late. i’m exhausted, just go inside and get to bed. now, please.” he sighed out.

“yes, sir.” kiri huffs and stomped back into the tent where her siblings were already fast asleep.

at least she thought they were.

kiri lied down on her mat with her quilt and turned to face neteyem. his gold eyes were wide open, almost scaring kiri out of her skin.

“jesus, neteyam. what is wrong with you?” she whispered.

“what did i do?” he asked as quietly as possible.

“you were staring at me like a psycho.”

“sorry. my fault. but how’d it go?” he asked. he raised his arm and rested his head in his palm to look at and talk to kiri more comfortably.

kiri rolls her eyes and stared up at the ceiling.

“fine.”

“come on. tell me. what’d you guys do?”

“we just.. talked. and stuff.” she shrugged.

she tilts her head to look at him and he has a knowing look on his face.

“and stuff?” he smirked.

she smiled and looked back up. “fine, i’ll tell you.”

she sighed. “we found a pool, a really pretty one. and we were swimming and.. i told her.”

“told her what? that you love her?” he said teasingly.

“uh- no, i just said i like her.” she whispered.

“hm. and how’d that go?” he asked.

kiri smiled thinking of the moment when y/n said she liked her back.

“she likes me too.”

“i knew it!” neteyam whispered a little too loud.

he slapped his hand over his mouth and the siblings look at eachother before laughing quietly.

they calm down and neteyam pats his sisters arm gently. “that’s really great, sister.”

“yes, it is.”

“sooo.. what happened after that?”

“we kind of.. kissed.” she whispered.

neteyam gasps. “no way!”

“bro, shut up!” kiri slapped his arm and he laughs into his arm, trying to quiet down the noise.

he finally looks up with a smile. “you kissed her?”

kiri replays the moment in her head. “i think she might have kissed me. but we did kiss.”

“ugh, you’re growing up way too fast.” neteyam whispered.

kiri turns to glare at him but it quickly turns to a smile. she hakes her head and looks up at the feeling again, her hands going behind her head.

“so is she your girlfriend now of what?” he asked.

“i didn’t have time to ask her to be my girlfriend because mom and dad caught us.” she sighed.

“oh shit.”

“yeah.” kiri nods.

“how long did dad ground you for?” he asked.

“i don’t know. he said we’d talk about it in the morning.” kiri sighs.

“welp.. good luck.” neteyam whispered as he turned over to sleep facing the wall.

“eywa knows you’ll need it.” he yawned.

kiri glared at him but it quickly falters because she knows he’s right.

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the morning comes and kiri is so nervous, she’s still. she’s still and not moving a muscle.

the family eats breakfast in silence and once they finish, jake and neytiri order their kids to go somewhere so they can talk to kiri.

she was horrified as she sat criss-cross on her sleeping mat, facing her parents.

“first things first, you’re grounded for a month.” jake started

“what?! that’s so unfair!” she says.

“hey.” he grumbled.

“kiri.” neytiri shushed. kiri huffs and looks down at her hands.

“i don’t care how mature you think you are, you’re not allowed to go beyond the hunting ground on your own. you know that.” he scolds.

“it’s not like we were doing anything bad. you guys act like we were looking for something to eat us.” she grumbled.

“you really wanna get smart with me right now?” he snapped.

“sorry.” she mumbled.

neytiri sighs. “all your father and i want to do is protect you. we were very scared when we heard you in the forest. we thought you were at home safe.”

kiri looks up at her mom with shame. “you cannot let this happen again.” she says.

“you will not. understand?” jake adds. neytiri was doing her best to stay calm but jake being so strict was making it hard for her. once he said that, she turned her head slightly to glare at him.

“i just wanted to have some fun. i’m sorry.” kiri muttered.

honestly, neytiri wasn’t all that mad. yes, she was angry with kiri sneaking out and breaking their trust, but she noticed many little things about her and y/n.

the way they held each other, looked at each other. she never thought it’d happen so soon, but she did expect it.

neytiri was pleased kiri found someone she was happy to be with.

jake? eh, not so much.

“and about the thing with y/n.. just don’t let me catch ya’ll doing that again.” he sighed, rubbing his forehead like the stressed out father he is.

“okay. fine.” kiri said in a hushed tone.

“alright. go ahead, get outta here.” jake mumbled.

the girl nods and quickly stands up to leave the tent. kiri lets out a heavy sigh and rubs her face.

that’s must have been the most embarrassing lecture she’d ever received.

she walks away from her home, passing by the back side of the tent where her siblings, and spider, were eavesdropping.

“you snuck out?” spider questioned.

“you got in trouble!?” tuk added, the thought of her older sister being in trouble being impossible to her.

“you kissed y/n?” lo’ak said finally.

kiri’s eyes widen. “you kissed y/n?!” tuk and spider yelled.

“shut up! shut up, all of you!” kiri hissed.

she looked at the tent and then at the village and started walking away.

“hey, wait up!” tuk started following along with everyone else.

“what the hell happened back there?”

“nothing! just mind your own business.” kiri snapped as they all marched through the village.

they ended up leaving the village to go talk somewhere more private. like a tree or by a pond or something.

the siblings kept pestering kiri to explain what they heard. kiri didn’t stop walking until theyr reached a nearby pond that’s used for when kids want to go fishing.

she sat herself down on a flat rock and her siblings sat around her.

“okay. you two know i snuck out. so, y/n and i went into the forest and found a pool.” she started hesitantly.

“alright..” lo’ak muttered.

“and uhm.. we talked and then we..” she tilts her head nervously.

spider and lo’ak look at eachother and then at kiri with a grossed out look.

“ew!”

“that’s gross, kiri.”

“wha- i didn’t even say anything.” she snapped.

she then glared at the guys. “and we didn’t do what you think we did.”

“wait, what do you think they did?” tuk asked.

“nothing, tuk. don’t worry about it.” neteyam interrupted before glaring at the boys.

“we just kissed. like.. more than once, but that’s it! and then mom and dad caught us and we had to go home.” she huffed.

spider and lo’ak laugh tauntingly. kiri rolls her eyes and waits for them to stop.

they start laughing even harder and fall off the rock they were seated on, rolling over the grass while holding their stomachs.

“haha, funny.” she groans.

they’re able to calm down a bit and they sit up. “there’s no way-“

“oh my god, imagine my dad’s reaction seeing you two. ugh, that’s amazing.” lo’ak sighs out, wiping the tears from his eyes.

kiri looks to neteyam to say something but he just shrugs. it’s funny, what else are they supposed to do?

“how long did your dad ground you for?” spider asked.

she shrugs. “a month. but that’s nothing.”

“yeah, but dads never gonna let you see y/n again. hope you said goodbye.” lo’ak said as he sat up.

“he’ll come around.” she said.

“ooh, what’d your mom say? i bet she was pissed.” spider asked.

“she was. she didn’t say anything the whole way home. and she brought y/n home on her ikran, i bet she was more terrified than i was.” kiri laughed.

“she definitely was.” neteyam chuckled.

the others laugh along with them before neteyam stopped suddenly.

“speaking of..” he muttered quietly.

kiri looks behind her and sees y/n walking toward the pond. she smiled seeing everyone and kiri’s heart pounded.

both in admiration and embarrassment.

“time to go guys.” neteyam said. lo’ak and spider were giggling the whole time like kids as they stood up.

“hi, y/n!” tuk waved.

“hi, little one.” y/n greeted. she looks up to the guys.

“hey.” spider nods. “hi.” she nodded back.

him and lo’ak look at eachother before neteyam shoved them forward. tuk follows them and neteyam waits a bit.

he glanced at kiri and then at y/n again. “hands to yourself, got it?”

“neteyam.” kiri snapped.

“gross, dude.” y/n groaned. “i mean it.” he says. he walks away with the others back to their village.

y/n looks over at kiri and goes to sit next to her.

“so, how are you?” she started.

“humiliated.” kiri sighs.

they sat with their legs crossed and had turned to face each other on the rock.

“aw, sorry. how’d it go with your parents?” she asked softly.

“i’m.. kind of grounded. for a month. so..”

“aw, what? i can’t see you for a month?” y/n whined.

kiri rolls her eyes. “not exactly. we can still see each other, just not around my dad… or my mom.”

“so, i can’t see you?”

she laughs and kiri shoved her shoulder.

“i just won’t be able to fly and i have to stay at home all the time.” she sighs.

“hm. i wish i could tell you something to make you feel better, but my dad was too knocked out to know i was gone.” she winced.

kiri laughs softly. “no, that’s okay. i’m glad that at least you’re not in trouble.”

she looks up at the girl. she takes her hands and goes to hold hers in her lap.

“you still had fun, right?” she asked kiri.

“i’m always having fun when i’m with you.” she shrugged.

y/n laughs and looks down. “you’re just saying that.”

“i’m serious. i had so much fun last night. exploring the forest, swimming in the pool..”

“hm..” y/n keeps her eyes on her hands holding on to kiri’s.

“kissing you.”

y/n smiled and glanced up at the girl. “yeah, i liked it too.”

“i want to do it again. but as your.. girlfriend this time.” kiri hesitated saying that word.

she’s dreamed of calling her that but to say it aloud was just something else.

“hm.. and how do you think your dad would react to that?”

“i don’t care what he thinks.” kiri shrugged.

y/n laughs softly. her hand goes up to kiri’s jaw and she pulls kiri into a kiss. their lips pressed against each other as y/n’s hands traveled to kiri’s nape.

kiri’s hands went to cup y/n’s face. her heart was beating so hard, she was fraud y/n would hear it or feel it somehow.

the girls kissed once more before pulling away. kiri glanced down at the girl.

“i guess we should tell people, right?” she mutters.

“eh, we don’t have to. i like the privacy.” y/n said as she glanced at the forest around her.

“it won’t last with a nosy family like mine.” kiri told her.

they laugh, y/n’s head falling on kiri’s shoulder just like it did that night at the pool.

the two girls end up walking hand-in-hand back to the village, y/n leading kiri.

well.. dragging. she was dragging her.

“maybe we should wait until my dad isn’t angry anymore.” kiri said as they entered the village.

y/n smiled as they maneuver their way around na’vi villagers, children, and tents. “screw your dad. i want everyone in the clan to know you’re my girlfriend.”

“no, y/n, i’m serious!” kiri grumbled.

on their way to kiri’s family tent, y/n told everyone who was willing to listen that her and kiri were girlfriends.

most of everyone was happy for them and some others, like old people or really little kids, didn’t care.

the girls found kiri’s siblings and spider talking in their family tent. their parents were gone, much to kiri’s relief.

neteyam spots then and smiled before he sees the two girls holding hands.

“hi!” y/n greeted.

“what’d i say?”

“shush!” tuk said, slapping his arm.

the girls laughed and sat by little tuk.

“what is this? you guys dating or what?” lo’ak asked as he chuckled.

“i wanted to say it but yeah.” kiri laughed.

“called it.” spider said, trying to cover up o he with a cough.

y/n glared at him and shook her head. “yeah, we’re dating.”

“finally!” tuk cheered. “uh- you knew?” kiri asked her.

“i’ve known since i was born.” she told her.

the others laughed at what tuk said.

“at least i don’t have to hear kiri complain about you anymore.” lo’ak sighs.

“what do you mean?” y/n asked.

“oh, you don’t know. okay,-“

“no! no, there’s nothing to know!” kiri interrupted. lo’ak glanced at y/n. they laugh quietly.

they’re definitely going to talk later and lo’ak is definitely going to embarrass kiri.

as the siblings talk to each other, y/n glanced at kiri. they hadn’t stopped holding hands since they got here.

kiri was laughing at something lo’ak said before looking at y/n. she smiled weakly and looked away again.

just seeing her made kiri nervous and she didn’t wanna be nervous around her siblings. and spider.

the screech of an ikran caught the kids’ attention. they looked up and saw neytiri and jake flying in before landing near where they suualy did.

“oouu, good luck.” spider taunted. tuk slaps his arm.

“be nice!” she snapped.

“okay! sorry.”

lo’ak laughs as him and the others stand. y/n’s could feel kiri’s anxiety in her palm. she gave her hand a squeeze.

kiri looks back at y/n. “relax. you’ll be okay.” she muttered.

she sighed and nods slightly.

the group went to greet their parents. tuk ran to her dad and he happily picked her up.

he carried her on his hip as the other kids started talking to him and neytiri.

neytiri sees kiri hiding behind y/n, still holding her hand.

she looks at y/n and greeted her by nodding her head.

y/n greeted back but not as one would to olo’eyktan’s wife. she greeted her as a friend.

y/n waved her hand excitedly at kiri’s mom with a bright smile. “morning!”

“good morning.” neytiri nodded back, sliming slightly.

the girl looks next to her and doesn’t see kiri. she sees that she’s standing behind her and tugs at her hand.

“what?” kiri muttered.

“stop hiding. she’s your mom.” y/n snapped.

kiri seethed and looked at her parents. jake had taken notice and looked at the girls.

“hi.” he muttered.

kiri sighed out. “hi, dad. uhm..” she looks at y/n.

“this is y/n.”

he looks at her weird. “i know that.”

the boys laughed under their breaths while tuk and neytiri glared.

“right, uhm- she’s my.. girlfriend.” kiri cringed a bit saying that. it was different saying it to her dad than to her friends or brothers.

jake’s eyes widen a bit while neytiri had a pleased smile.

y/n was prouder than ever, and it showed until jake stared her down. suddenly all of her confidence shrank into a teeny tiny little thing.

he helped tuk down and she went to neteyam’s side.

“you’re dating?” he asks.

“yeah.” kiri nods, y/n along with her.

neytiri was able to break the tension a bit. she went over and held y/n’s hand before smiling softly and saying, “that’s great, you two. i’m very happy for you both.”

y/n felt relieved and thanked her. she looked back up at jake with fear.

i hope an ikran flies over and snatches me away.

“hm.” jake eyes y/n suspiciously before looking at neytiri. she gives him and look and he just nods.

i think he honestly would have rather had kiri be with spider. to him, y/n was a troublemaker.

kiri was even more nervous now than she was before with how her dad was looking at y/n.

“okay. but you’re still grounded.” jake says.

“i know.” she nods. jake grunts something under his breath before walking away.

the girls look at neytiri but she tells them to shake it off.

“he is very protective.” she says. she looks at y/n. “be very careful with how you act. both of you.”

kiri realized she was insinuating the kissing. “okay, mom. we get it.” she said quickly.

neytiri laughs and squeezes y/n’s hand once more squeeze before going to follow her husband.

once they were out of earshot, y/n let out a breath that sounded like she had been holding it in that entire time.

“are you okay?” kiri laughed.

“i never realized how scary your dad was.” she sighed out.

the boys and tuk laugh and gather her around them. they started frantically talking about what just happened.

the afternoon passed by and eclipse comes over the forest. the only light is the fire from the torches.

the villagers were sitting around, eating dinner, talking, just relaxing.

kiri was in her house all day, because as her dad kept reminding her, she was grounded me. the only time she’s allowed out is to go hunting with her brothers and that’s it.

what he doesn’t know is that when they are out hunting, they’re just fooling around the water and scaring all the fish away.

now, kiri was in the tent with her grandmother, mo’at, cooking something. kiri was tucked away in the corner crafting something when y/n came to visit.

y/n walked in and greeted the tsahìk first with the formal greeting, touching her forehead gently and then holding her hand out. she muttered “i see you” before mo’at greeted her back.

y/n then walked over to kiri and sat next to her.

“i found something. look.” she sighed. she snuggled in to kiri’s side with a new discovery in her palm.

she opened up her hand for kiri to see it. a geode like the one she found yesterday for one of the kids.

“whoa, where’d you find this?” kiri gasped.

“it’s a really cool story, let me tell you.” y/n said excitedly.

kiri smiled at her and nodded. “okay, tell me.”

y/n continued to tell her about her journey in the forest, finding the geode, how she found it, something funny that happened on her way back home, and something else.

kiri admired her the whole time, how her face changed, how she expressed herself using her hands, how y/n would lose her breath every couple seconds because she was talking too fast.

all those little things made kiri fall more and more in love with the girl.

mo’at watched her granddaughter discreetly and smiled softly to herself.

she couldn’t get over how similar her and y/n were to neytiri and jake. or tsu’tey and swylwanin.

kiri and y/n stayed this way until neteyam came in and warned y/n that his dad was coming back.

“oh, crap. uh- bye.” y/n kissed kiri’s cheek before standing up and running to the entrance. she quickly said goodbye to mo’at before running out in a direction that jake wouldn’t see.

kiri sighs happily and looks at the geode her girlfriend gifted her. she moved into the corner closet and looks for a box.

she kept a box that carried all the things y/n gave her. rocks, fossils, human discoveries like buttons or jewelry like earrings.

kiri placed the geode in the box gently and then closed it.

mo’at spoke up. “she’s a good one. don’t mess it up.”

“i won’t, grandmother.” kiri chuckled.

she hummed in response. kiri sighs and thinks again, i definitely won’t

｡･:*:˚✰

[stardewshanebae]

Stardew Valley Bachelor(ettes) + Hozier & Taylor Swift

My personal interpretation of stardew marriage candidates and the hozier and Taylor swift songs that fit them w/ lyrics. Disclaimer: created in a fit of insomnia.

Bachelorettes

Abigail: Long Live TV, take me to church

“Long live all the walls we crashed through I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you”

“If I'm a pagan of the good times, my lover's the sunlight. To keep the Goddess on my side, she demands a sacrifice, ‘Drain the whole sea Get something shiny Something meaty for the main course That's a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful’, That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work”

Emily: bejeweled, someone new

“Best believe I'm still bejeweled. When I walk in the room I can still make the whole place shimmer”

“There's an art to life's distractions to somehow escape the burning weight, the art of scraping through. Some like to imagine the dark caress of someone else, I guess any thrill will do. Would things be easier if there was a right way? Honey, there is no right way. And so I fall in love just a little, oh a little bit every day with someone new”

Haley: Wildest Dreams, Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene

“Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe— Red lips and rosy cheeks. Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your wildest dreams”

“Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh, I Lay my heart down with the rest at her feet. Fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertile, it's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet. With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean, she's the angel of small death and the codeine scene. With her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean, she's the angel of small death and the codeine scene”

Leah: Willow, In a Week

“I'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night—rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife. And if it was an open-shut case I never would've known from that look on your face. Lost in your current like a priceless wine”

“We lay here for years or for hours, thrown here or found to freeze or to thaw. So long, we'd become the flowers. Two corpses we were, Two corpses I saw”

Maru: Mastermind, sunlight

“Once upon a time, the planets and the fates And all the stars aligned You and I ended up in the same room At the same time And the touch of a hand lit the fuse Of a chain reaction of countermoves To assess the equation of you Checkmate, I couldn't lose”

“I would shun the light, share in evening's cool and quiet Who would trade that hum of night? For sunlight, sunlight, sunlight But whose heart would not take flight? Betray the moon as acolyte On first and fierce affirming sight Of sunlight, sunlight, sunlight”

Penny: Mine TV, I, Carrion

“Do you remember, we were sittin' there by the water? You put your arm around me, for the first time, You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter. You are the best thing that's ever been mine. Do you remember all the city lights on the water? You saw me start to believe for the first time. You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter. You are the best thing that's ever been mine”

“You have me floatin' like a feather on the sea while you're as heavy as the world that you hold your hands beneath. Once I had wondered what was holdin' up the ground, but I can see that all along, love, it was you all the way down. Leave it now, I am sky-bound If you need to, darling, lean your weight to me”

Bachelors

Alex: So High School, Wasteland, Baby!

“Truth, dare, spin bottles You know how to ball, I know Aristotle Brand new, full throttle Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto It's true, swear, scout's honor You knew what you wanted, and, boy, you got her Brand new, full throttle You already know, babe”

“All the fear and the fire Of the end of the world Happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl Happens great, happens sweet Happily, I'm unfazed here, too Wasteland, baby I'm in love I'm in love with you”

Elliot: False God, Francesca

“I know heaven's a thing I go there when you touch me Honey hell is when I fight with you But we can patch it up good Make confessions and we're begging for forgiveness Got the wine for you”

“Though I know my heart would break I'll tell them put me back in it Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah If I could hold you for a minute. Darling, I'd go through it again, ah, ah I would still be surprised I could find you, darling In any life If I could hold you for a minute Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah I would not change it each time Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I”

Harvey: Safe & Sound, Too Sweet

“Just close your eyes, the sun is going down You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound”

“I take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at three, you’re too sweet for me”

Sam: Electric Touch, Jackie and Wilson

“All I know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life Got a feelin' your electric touch could fill this ghost town up with life And I want you now, wanna need you forever In the heat of your electric touch”

“She's gonna save me, call me "baby" Run her hands through my hair She'll know me crazy, soothe me daily Better yet, she wouldn't care We'll steal her Lexus, be detectives Ride 'round picking up clues We'll name our children, Jackie and Wilson Raise 'em on rhythm and blues”

Sebastian: Snow on the Beach, Better Love

“Now it's like snow at the beach Weird but fuckin' beautiful Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful You wanting me tonight feels impossible But it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around Like snow on the beach”

“And I've never loved a darker blue than the darkness I have known in you, own from you You, whose heart would sing of anarchy You would laugh at meanings, guarantees, so beautifully When our truth is burned from history By those who figured justice in fond memory, witness me Like fire weeping from a cedar tree Know that my love would burn with me We'll live eternally”

Shane: Gold Rush, first time

“'Cause I don't like a gold rush, gold rush I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you Walk past, quick brush I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush Everybody wants you But I don't like a gold rush”

“And the first time that you kissed me I drank dry the River Lethe The Liffey would have been softer on my stomach all the same But you spoke some quick new music That went so far to soothe this soul As it was and ever shall be Unearth without a name Some part of me must have died The first time that you called me baby And some part of me came alive The first time that you called me baby”

[bidoofenergy]

This is me humbly requesting some Jimmy and Joel/Grian interactions from your dance floor au🙏

Additionally I would kill for a d&d au that genuinely sounds so fun as someone who played dnd years ago (unf the group was not fun to play with, I feel bad for our dm)

hungry busy people

also on AO3 sequel to let's ditch the dance floor (4048 words)

“Friday night,” Joel sarcastically cheers, under his breath. “Living the dream," Jimmy refuses to pay attention to him. He’s got his planner, his Google Calendar, and all his course websites open in front of him, but he still feels like he’s forgetting something. He goes down this weekend's to do list for the third time, comparing it to upcoming deadlines.

“Class signup starts next week right?” he asks, whipping up to look at Joel, across the table. Joel pauses his lamenting on missing on date night with Lizzie.

“Registration isn’t for another two weeks.” Joel says slowly. Jimmy flips to two weeks out and, sure enough, there it is on Thursday in capital letters: “CLASS SIGNUP 8 AM!!” Jimmy groans.

“Are you forgetting something?” Joel asks, barely hiding his amusement.

“Tell me you know what I’m forgetting.” Jimmy leans over his open notebooks and half the table to beg properly.

Joel leans away from Jimmy’s hands and smirks. “How should I know what you’ve forgotten?” He reaches for his phone as he speaks and starts typing without breaking eye contact.

“If you’re texting Grian to make fun of me—” Jimmy starts, in his best attempt at threatening. It isn’t very good, given how Joel’s smirk just grows.

“Do your homework Jim.” Joel pats the top of his hand. “It’ll come to you; probably when you least expect it.” Joel sounds too happy about this for Jimmy’s taste. He sighs and sits back. Joel has decided to be unhelpful and there’s no changing his mind. Jimmy hates him a little.

“I hate you a lot.” He tells Joel. Joel is not bothered by this.

Truthfully, Jimmy can only hate Joel a little today. Joel agreed to go to the vet school library with him on a Friday night, even though it’s a good 15 minute bus ride from their dorm, because Jimmy focuses better here than at the library on main campus. Jimmy needs to be at the library on a Friday night because, at some point this semester, his workload went from substantial to overwhelming. And on top of that, there’s… something else. Something is happening this weekend and that means Jimmy has to get as much work done today as possible.

To start: this godforsaken discussion post that’s due at midnight. He switches windows back to the week’s reading and continues skimming it, hoping for something to jump out at him. He just needs to find something vaguely interesting to write 150 words about and then he can tell two random classmates they “brought up some very intriguing points, I hadn't considered that” and be done with the class—at least until next Friday’s discussion post.

It’s on his fourth reread of the same sentence (so much for skimming) that Jimmy feels a presence behind him. He freezes and considers. Joel is still in front of him, intently focused on his laptop screen. There’s only one other person Jimmy knows who would stand behind him and silently wait like this, but he’s an hour drive—this is the thing Jimmy forgot!

Jimmy whirls around, his suspicions immediately confirmed when he nearly smacks Grian in the stomach in his excitement. “Grian!” he exclaims and immediately winces at his volume.

“Hey Tim,” Grian grins. “Took you long enough to notice.” He ruffles Jimmy’s hair before sitting down.

“He’s been here for seven minutes.” Joel says as he reaches across the table to bump fists in greeting. “I timed it.”

“You’re getting sloppy Tim.” Grian shakes his head.

“Shut up.” Jimmy whines. “Where’s your stuff man?” He cannot believe he forgot Grian was staying the weekend; it’s not like their plans were what got him through the last few weeks.

“In my car, which is by your dorm, because that’s where you told me you’d be.” Grian pokes Jimmy in the chest. “Joel had to coach me through your bus system by text!”

Joel smirks at Grian’s annoyance. “Sorry, not all of us have the cutting-edge infrastructure of HCU.”

“A functional, easy-to-understand bus system is not cutting-edge—”Grian starts, voice rising, before Joel and Jimmy shush him.

“Yes, yes, HCU rules, ESU drools.” Joel says mockingly, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t give us Scar’s public transportation rant, I have homework I need to finish.” Jimmy pleads. Grian splutters like he can’t decide what to be offended by first.

“It’s not a rant—It’s not Scar’s—” he squawks. Jimmy and Joel glance at each other and laugh.

“Hush, both of you,” Grian folds his arms. “You’re doing homework? I drove all the way here, rode your horrible bus, to watch you do homework?”

Jimmy can't help but laugh. He’s missed Grian so much.

“Don’t laugh!” Grian exclaims and Joel shushes him again, still laughing as he does.

“The grind doesn’t stop.” Jimmy shrugs. “Gotta finish this today so I’m free tomorrow.” At the mention of tomorrow, Grian brightens.

“Yes! I’m looking forward to your gym.” he enthuses and Joel groans. “You guys actually have more climbing space than HCU does.” Grian continues and Joel groans louder.

“You’re obsessed.” Joel complains.

“Alright, Mr. Thought of Baby Names Three Months in.” Grian scoffs.

“I did not—not three months—” Joel fumbles to defend himself, flushing. “I would never—I was totally cool and normal about Lizzie.” His flush deepens at the mention of his girlfriend, which doesn’t really help his case.

“So, we’re just lying now?” Jimmy asks Grian in a stage whisper and they grin at each other.

“Shut up,” Joel groans, head in his hands. “Do your homework Tim.”

Jimmy frowns, but before he can say anything, Grian pokes his arm. “Yeah Timmy,” he says teasingly, switching sides easily. “Finish your homework so we can get out of here.”

“Boo,” Jimmy mumbles and he and Joel start working again.

Grian leaves them alone for about ten minutes, entertaining himself with his phone, before getting bored and scooting his chair closer to Jimmy. He rests his chin on Jimmy’s shoulder and starts reading along. Jimmy, used to this, lets his shoulder drop a little so Grian is more comfortable.

“Jim,” Grian says after a moment.

“Hmm?”

“If you don’t pick a random quote and start writing—” Grian starts and Jimmy just laughs. Joel looks up at the two of them, an eyebrow raised. “He’s overthinking this.” Grian huffs, sounding personally offended.

“I’d never accuse Jimmy of thinking too much.” Joel smirks.

“Hey!” Jimmy exclaims. “I wasn’t sure where to start and—” Grian cuts him off.

“That doesn’t sound like ‘Thank you for the advice, Grian, I’ll get right to it!’”

Jimmy rolls his eyes. “Thank you for the advice, Grian, I’ll get right to it.” he parrots. Grian pats him on the head and sits back, looking smug.

The worst part is: Grian is right. Jimmy finds the sentence he had to read four times and starts writing, “A quote that I found particularly interesting…”

Grian watches him type for a few minutes before getting bored again and rolling over to watch Joel. “That doesn’t look like homework.” He remarks dryly. Jimmy looks up to see the familiar expression of Joel caught texting Lizzie something gross and cheesy and quickly looks back to his own laptop screen, happy to let Grian take care of that.

- - -

They’re at the library for a few more hours, until it’s almost 12:30. Jimmy finished his discussion post and the two replies and starts on his math homework (Grian immediately teases him for “taking a finance class, that’s not even real math!”). Joel, eventually, probably because she fell asleep, stops texting Lizzie and starts reading. It’s a lot of highlighting, mumbling to himself, and looking like the book in front of him insulted his mother. Grian steals Jimmy’s phone, gets the passcode right on the first try because Jimmy hasn’t bothered to change it since Grian first learned it in high school, and starts playing Angry Birds. Jimmy doesn’t even remember having Angry Birds on his phone.

Eventually, Jimmy’s mind feels like a thick soup and Grian has given up on Angry Birds in favor of spinning his chair worryingly fast. Joel, seeing the state of the two of them, snaps his book closed and says, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Finally!” Grian exclaims, jumping up to his feet. He sways and stumbles and Jimmy laughs as he packs up his stuff.

Grian is buzzing with energy as they leave the library and head to the bus stop. The night air is warm and heavy with humidity. The sidewalk is lit a hazy orange-yellow from the streetlights. There’s no one else at the bus stop. Jimmy stands by the sign and bounces on his toes. Grian squints at the bus stop bench, like he's grading it. For a moment, it’s quiet—only the sounds of distant traffic and bugs.

“I’m hungry.” Joel announces to the night air, startling Jimmy a little.

“Nothing’s open right now.” Jimmy frowns.

“Do you not have food in your room?” Grian asks. Neither Jimmy nor Joel dignify his question with a response.

“There’s gotta be something open.” Joel pulls out his phone and opens his map app, pinching and panning and zooming in on nearby streets. Both Jimmy and Grian crowd around, bumping their heads together.

“I really cannot believe ESU doesn’t have stuff nearby open past midnight.” Grian mumbles. Jimmy can’t believe HCU would.

“There’s a Waffle House not far from our dorm, which is good because this is the last bus.” Joel announces, zooming in on the Waffle House in question. He looks a little too excited about this. Jimmy glances at Grian, who looks more caught up on the idea that the buses are stopping now.

“I could eat,” Jimmy offers and, just like that, their plans have been made.

“Waffle House!” Joel cheers and switches over to stare at the bus tracker app.

- - -

The Waffle House isn’t very busy, unsurprising for it being nearly 1 am, only another group of five college students crammed in a booth and only two people working. The blond, middle-aged cook yells at them to “sit wherever!” when they enter and Grian picks a booth for them. Joel slides in next to Grian and drops his backpack on the opposite bench right as Jimmy’s about to sit. Jimmy rolls his eyes, pushes the bag further in, and accidentally kicks Joel as he’s getting settled. Joel, of course, immediately kicks him back, and things devolve from there.

“Boys!” Grian admonishes as the waiter comes up to the table, menus in hand. “Can’t take them anywhere.” he jokes, like he didn’t just kick Jimmy in the shins. The waiter, a tall, lanky guy about their age with a yellow sweater on underneath his Waffle House shirt, looks unimpressed and drops the menus on the table. Joel, noticing the waiter, straightens up.

The waiter says, “Yell for me when you're ready.” and leaves.

“Christ that dude is tall.” Joel remarks as soon as he’s gone.

“You’re just short.” Grian rolls his eyes and pulls the menu Jimmy was reaching for towards himself.

“Taller than you!” Joel says indignantly.

“Don't start,” Jimmy begs, head in his hands. Joel takes this as an opportunity to the remaining menu. Jimmy doesn’t react. They all know what they want anyway.

He twists around to wave the server over. He’s talking to the cook, who looks a little more stressed than Jimmy would like the person making his food to look, especially if they work at Waffle House. When the tall man notices, he pushes off the counter and heds over.

“What can I get you guys?” he asks, shoving his hands in his pockets. Jimmy catches his nametag: Wilbur.

“Double hashbrown, scattered and covered please.” Jimmy says, ignoring Grain’s responding gag. The server nods and turns to Joel, who’s puffing out his chest. Jimmy has to stare really hard at poor Wilbur’s beanie (red, a little dirty, definitely not in-uniform) to avoid Grian’s eye.

“All star breakfast, with bacon.” Joel replies and at least he’s not dropping his voice like he used to do in front of Lizzie all the time.

“Double waffles,” Grian says. “And we’ll all have orange juice.” Jimmy hates orange juice.

“It’s gonna be a while on those waffles.” Wilbur informs them. “We’ve only got one iron working at the moment and they”—he gestures behind him lazily to the other table— “all ordered waffles. That explains the cook’s expression. All three of them wince sympathetically.

“That’s fine.” Grian reassures him. Wilbur nods and leaves before Jimmy can remember he doesn’t like orange juice.

- - -

Their food comes fairly quickly, except for Grian and Joel’s waffles of course. “Yeah it’s gonna be about an hour.” the server tells them, faintly apologetic.

“Holy moly,” Jimmy breathes and Joel and Grian grimace in unison.

“We’ll wait,” Grian tells him.

“Waffle House welcomes you 24 hours a day.” Wilbur replies flatly before leaving, clearly quoting something from his training. Joel snorts into his food.

Jimmy slides his orange juice across the table to Grian. “Timmy, you've got to get your Vitamin C.” Grian says, taking a massive gulp of Jimmy’s orange juice. “What if you get scurvy or something?”

“I’m not getting scurvy.” Jimmy says and starts eating.

“You’re eating potatoes and cheese; that’s not exactly a balanced diet.”

“He does have a point.” Joel agrees, mouth full.

“You’re not any better!” Jimmy doesn’t exactly yell, and Joel and Grian both shush him.

- - -

Thirty minutes later, hashbrowns long gone, Jimmy has his head on the table, pillowed under his arms, half-asleep. Grian and Joel have been talking about this ghost-hunting video game for at least twenty minutes. While Jimmy plays it all the time with them, he barely knows the rules, nevermind the intricate strategies they’re discussing. Instead he lets their voices wash over him and, between them and the rain. He’s almost—

Jimmy sits bolt upright and blurts, “It’s raining?”

Grian and Joel pause to exaggeratedly glance between him, the window, and each other.

“Indeed it is, Timmy,” Grian claps mockingly. “Well done.” Jimmy groans.

“No, walking back is gonna be a pain.”

“Neither of you have an umbrella?” Grian asks, somehow surprised.

“I’m sure it’ll clear up soon.” Joel tells Jimmy. They both leave Grian's question unanswered.

- - -

Twenty minutes later, the rain hasn’t cleared up and, in fact, has gotten much worse. The water’s coming down in sheets angled by the wind. Jimmy was woken up by a loud crack of thunder and nearly jumped out of his seat, much to Joel and Grian’s amusement.

A little while later, Wilbur comes by with their waffles. “Sorry for the wait,” he says, not sounding sorry at all. “I’ll bring your bill in a moment, you guys paying separately or together?”

“Seperate,” Jimmy mumbles distractedly staring out the window at the storm. He can’t even see the streetlight by the bus stop.

The server pauses and adds, a little more sincerely this time, “You really are welcome to stay as long as you gotta.”

“Thanks,” Joel grins around a mouthful of waffle.

“Gross,” Grian groans around his own mouthful of waffle. Wilbur leaves, somehow looking both disgusted and disinterested.

Jimmy’s startled out of his storm-induced daze when every phone in the building goes off in quick succession. He scrambles to silence his, not even reading the warning displayed on the screen.

“Flood warning,” Joel reads. “No shit.” Flooding does indeed seem like a given as water streams down the sidewalk and starts to puddle over the one visible storm drain.

Jimmy drums his fingers on the table. His backpack is water resistant, but that doesnt mean much in a storm like this. None of them even have an umbrella or even jackets; it had been so warm that evening.

“I think we should wait.” He says.

“I’m not getting my laptop wet.” Joel agrees.

“Fine,” Grian sighs. It’s almost 2 am.

- - -

By 2:15, they’ve paid and their dishes sit in a neat stack next to a not insignificant cash tip that the three of them pooled together.

“For you and the poor man with only one waffle iron.” Grian tells Wilbur when he comes to collect their plates and raises an eyebrow at the bills. He actually laughs as he tucks it apron pocket.

When he leaves their table, they hear him yell, “Hey old man, tip for you!” and fall over each other trying not to laugh too loudly.

- - -

By 2:30, the rain has slowed enough that Jimmy can actually see through it. A couple, two college-aged women, had emerged suddenly into the yellow-white light of the Waffle House sign. Now, they stand by the counter, dripping.

“You can, like, walk but it sucked.” Jimmy hears one of them tell the cook, a little too casually for someone who was just out in the middle of a flood warning. The other apologizes profusely to Wilbur who’s brought over a mop.

Grian’s entertaining himself on Jimmy’s phone, so Jimmy looks over to Joel, who said he restarted his reading but is actually on his phone. Joel, as if sensing Jimmy’s gaze, looks up. “I don't wanna be stuck here all night with no sleep—we’re supposed to meet Lizzie for breakfast before work” he says a little sadly. Grian looks up from Angry Birds to glance between them.

Jimmy weighs his options. On the one hand, his laptop is out of warranty and he can’t afford to get it or his notes wet. On the other hand, Lizzie’s busy all weekend and the only chance she has to see Grian is at some cafe 20 minutes away tomorrow morning. At 8 am.

“It’s still pouring.” Grian complains. “Give it a bit.” They give it a bit.

- - -

By 2:45, the rain has barely slowed while Jimmy definitely has. He and Grian started stacking creamer pods and every so often Jimmy knocks them over and just stares, blinking, while Grian cackles.

He sets down the creamer he was about to stack and whines, “We can’t stay here any longer.”

Joel snaps his book closed and jumps up. “Right, let’s get going then so we can sleep and then wake up on time because I refuse to be late to meeting Lizzie.” He leans across the table, reaching for his bag, as he says this.

“Wait, wait, hang on a minute,” Grian says, still wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “Can we be smart about this please?”

Joel, practically laying on the table to reach his bag tucked against the window with one hand while balancing off Jimmy’s shoulder with the other, says, “I’m always smart.”

“Uh-huh,” Grian says, unconvinced, and slides out past Joel's legs to talk to the cook, who’s leaning against the counter looking half-asleep. Jimmy manages to escape from Joel to stand and laughs as Joel flounders, trying not to fall off the table.

Joel’s upright by the time Grian returns with a small trashbag. Jimmy squints at the trashbag, trying to understand. “Wha’s that for?” he asks after Grian fails to explain, clearly more amused by Jimmy’s sleepy confusion.

“Well if you put something in here, you can keep it dry.” Grian starts, condescending. Jimmy blinks, still catching up. “Gosh, Tim, you really need to sleep.” Grian laughs, breaking character. “Put your laptops in here and then in Tim’s bag.” He instructs Joel. Jimmy just moves away and lets Joel handle things, swaying where he stands.

“Jesus Tim, you big baby,” Grian complains, propping him up a little with his shoulder.

Joel straightens up from where he was rearranging their stuff and hands Jimmy his bag. “Let’s get this show on the road!” He says, clapping his hands together once they’re free.

“Thank you, have a good night!” Grian calls to the Waffle House employees as he none-too-gently herds Jimmy out the door.

“Stay dry!” Wilbur calls after them from where he’s leaned next to the grill, blowing vape smoke up the exhaust.

“Complete dumbasses,” Jimmy hears the cook laugh as the door closes behind them.

He’s immediately soaked, barely three steps out the door and much more awake. The wind has died down considerably, which Jimmy is grateful for. “Lucky it’s not as windy,” he remarks, though he’s practically yelling to be heard over the rainfall and water rushing down the street gutters.

“Lucky?” Joel repeats, indignant.

“Oh yeah, let’s talk about how lucky this weather is!” Grian yells. He’s leading them across the parking lot like he knows where he’s going. Water sluices across their shoes as they push uphill, flooding Jimmy’s sneakers.

“It absolutely could be worse!” Jimmy argues. As if on cue: a distant rumble of thunder.

“Shut it.” Joel says, pointing at Jimmy threateningly. “If we get struck by lighting and miss breakfast, Lizzie’ll kill me.” This is, of course, not the threat he wants it to be and Grian and Jimmy fall over each other with laughter. When they finally straighten up, Joel is ahead of them and they rush—Jimmy slipping and nearly falling—to catch up.

“Do you guys remember that episode of Mythbusters?” Jimmy asks, once he’s caught his footing—and his breath—a bit.

“Which episode?” Joel asks, not kindly. “They made a lot.”

“About running versus walking in the rain?” Grian asks.

“Yeah!” Jimmy exclaims. “You remember the conclusion? I don’t.”

“No,” Grian admits and Joel groans.

“Why’d you bring it up if you don't remember the conclusion?” he asks the sky, throwing his head back.

“I thought Grian might!” Jimmy protests but he’s drowned out by Joel making choking noises. They all stop immediately.

“I just swallowed so much rainwater.” Joel croaks, looking a little red but fine, and Jimmy has to laugh.

“Why would you look up when it’s raining?” Grian admonishes, but he’s rubbing the part of Joel’s back that isn’t covered by his bag.

“I wasn’t thinking.” Joel straightens up and Jimmy doubles over, laughing harder. “C’mon let’s keep moving.” He tugs Jimmy’s arm.

“He’s delirious.” Grian says, pushing Jimmy from behind.

Together, they push-pull Jimmy to the intersection before the campus entrance and, with barely a glance, decide to cross without waiting for the crosswalk light. There’s no traffic anyway and, unsurprisingly, no one else out as they make their way to Jimmy and Joel’s dorm.

They make one last turn and, as if on cue, the rain slows to a steady drizzle. Jimmy, too tired to be mad, tilts his head back to feel the rain across his face.

“This is fucking bullshit.” Joel gripes.

“You’re the one who wanted to leave right then.” Grian points out, his own tiredness removing the usual sharpness of his teasing edge.

“Oh I’m Grian and I can perfectly predict the weather.” Joel says mockingly, never too tired to be insulted.

Grian, of course, has to respond. “Oh, I’m Joel and I’m so worried my girlfriend’s gonna be mad at me I make my friends walk half a mile in the middle of a flood warning.”

Before Joel can reply, Jimmy steps between them and slings an arm over each of their shoulders. “I’m glad you’re here this weekend.” He says. He’s sleepy and a little too earnest and probably putting a little too much weight on his friends but he’s ridiculously happy to have his two best friends with him.

“Gross Tim,” Grian and Joel complain in unison, but neither of them move away.

By the time they’re squelching up the stairs and entering the dorm the rain has stopped completely. Joel and Jimmy’s room is illuminated by moonlight streaming in through the permanently broken blinds. Joel immediately starts spreading his notes out on the air conditioning unit to dry. Jimmy finds a pair of shorts and a t-shirt (that was probably Grian's to begin with) to give Grian to sleep in. He grabs his towel and slimy shower caddy and heads to the hall’s bathrooms.

When he gets back, there’s wet stuff everywhere and the room is starting to smell like wet dog and sweaty boys and old pennies. Whatever, that’s a problem for Monday Jimmy.

Jimmy pulls on the shorts and t-shirt he uses as pajamas and clambers onto his slightly too-tall bed. Grian’s already made himself comfortable and he squints, half-asleep, at Jimmy. “That’s my t-shirt,” he grumbles.

“Shush,” Jimmy replies, nudging Grian to the side so he can fully fit on his own bed. Grian, begrudgingly, accommodates him. Jimmy falls asleep tucked against Grian’s familiar frame, tired and happy and finally dry.

[shyfrog-hblog]

Tight Spaces [NSFT Scene]

[Includes: strangers, bimbo, public use, cnc, flippant use of disability vernacular, groping, masturbation, flashing, ejaculation, humiliation, exhibition, sadism, domination]

On the subway, a stranger stands behind an air-headed, scantily clad slut on their way to anywhere from somewhere else. The stranger is standing uncomfortably close, stroking their cock against the ditzy slut's plump rear.

"Hm? Oh, no, don't worry about that, this is just something I do idly. It's nothing weird, I promise."

*...?

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure, like sim- uh... what was it again? Right, sure, like a stim. Sorry, can you turn back around?"

"Oh fuck, this ass..."

*??

"No, I didn't say anything, turn back around."

*!....

"Unf... Oh, uh, hey, it looks like you dropped something. Yeah, looks like your keys or something, on the ground."

*!...?

"Yeah, it's down there, I'm sure of it, keep looking."

"Oh, my god, fuck..."

"Hey, straighten your legs and bend down lower..."

*...?

"How would that help? Oh, uh... it'll, uh... give you better angle to see it. Yeah, yeah, it's down there, keep looking."

"Fuck, unf..."

*!...?

"Why am I touching you? Yeah, no, I'm just uh... helping you keep balanced. You know, so you don't fall over while you're bent over like a good slut- I mean, while you look for your phone."

*...!...?

"Hm? Oh, yes, I mean your keys, obviously. Shut up, I'm almost finished..."

*...

"Oh yes, fuck... Nnnh... Hahh... fuck... fuck-! Nnfh... hahh... hahh... Aah..."

"Oh! Ahem, no, I wasn't doing anything. Did you find them? No? Well, that's strange... Maybe you need some help. Let me get you further down so you can search for them better."

*?

"Yeah, uh-huh, trust me. I'll just - ngh! - shove your head down, and hold your waist up with this hand, brace you against my di- I mean, my hips, like this... Oh, hell yeah... I mean, how's this? See them yet?"

*...??

"Uh-huh, yeah, sure, still just sum- uhh... right, stimming. You don't mind, do you? Just a way to keep my hands busy."

*?...?

"What do you mean that's not what stimming is, what do you know? Shut up and bend lower."

*!!...???

"Ugh, this is annoying. Enough with the questions, you're not smart enough to ask me anything worth answering, so quit fussing and bend lower."

*!-...!~

"Was that a moan? Oh, you like the way cock feels pressing through your skirt, huh? Shoulda guessed. Don't know why I bothered lying to you, I should've just picked you up and used you like a toy from the start."

*!!~<3

"Haha! Yeah, sure, like a stim toy. Something nice and touchable for me to play with however I want... You like that, huh? Let's see those tits..."

*<3<3

"Your moans are so whorish, you're not even trying to be quiet. People are watching you take your own tits out and grind against me like a brainless fuck-doll. Look at them!"

*!!-<3!!

"Oh my god... Your skirt has a wet spot. Aside from the cum stain I left on it earlier, I mean. Fuck, your cunt is absolutely drooling! Hahaha! Oh, this is perfect. Gimme this fucking ponytail. Arch your fucking back for me."

{YANK}

*<3<3<3<3!!!!!!!

"That's it, I'm getting this skirt out of the way. Let's take a look at this- Oh my fucking god, you're not even wearing any underwear?? How much of a fucking whore are you? That's it."

{SMACK}

*?? -!!!!!! -!!!!!!!!!!!

{SMACK}

"I'm not fucking this cunt until I've spanked it swollen! Who knows where this hole's been?? Look at this fucking hole, everybody! How many dicks, fingers, and tongues does this thing see on a daily basis, huh?"

{SMACK SMACK}

*!!!!!!! <3 <3 !!!!!!!!!!! <3

"Well, that wasn't fucking rhetorical, gimme a goddamn number!! Unless you can't count that fucking high, since you're just a brainless free use fuck doll."

{SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK}

*<3<3<3<3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Holy shit, you actually just fucking squirted. All I did was beat your fucking pussy, and you fucking squirted! Fuck, whatever your plans were getting on this train, cancel them, because you are so fucking mine now."

*...... <3

"Wait... you're kidding... You... HA! Well, be careful what you wish for, Fucktoy..."

[pinequarry]

Episode 3 - It's a Bug-Eat-Bug world out there, princess.

Indigo

“Do you think he’s paid well?” Clara said, not looking up from her workbook. Biology was the only lesson that Indie, Valentine and Clara all had together. Since everything that had happened over the last month, they had become good friends. 

“He must be,” Val said. “If he isn’t he wouldn’t be teaching. I would’ve offed myself by now.” She slammed her pen down on the table in frustration. “I don’t get this. Are they, like, invisible, or something?” 

“No, they’re - ” Indie said. “Look, I’ll show you, give your book here-” “There’s no point, we have what, five minutes until we can pack up? I’m just gonna look up the answers when I’m home.”  Valentine flipped her book shut and stuffed it into her bag. “I hate Mr Brightman so much, he’s the most boring man to ever live I think.”

“He’s so…stiff.” Indie said, also closing her book, and putting her highlighters and pens back in her pencil case. “Clara, don’t you think he’s really weird?”

“Huh?” She said, looking up from her book for the first time since she had opened it. She then looked at the empty table space where their books once were. “He’s gonna kill you if you’ve put your books away. You know what he’s like.”

“Miss Jones, where is your book? You too, Miss Andil. Get your books back out, you still have…seven minutes before class ends.” Mr Brightman called from the front of the class. 

“Andil-Karpouzas.” Indie muttered under her breath. “What was that?” Mr Brightman said.

“Nothing.” She reluctantly pulled her book back out and flipped to the work she had done, fully intending not to do any more. She had finished anyway, so she didn’t really understand why it mattered whether or not her book was open. Mr Brightman started stalking around the class, turning deliberately to walk behind the three girls. 

“Miss Jones.” He said, stopping directly behind Valentine, and Valentine’s empty book. “You haven’t done any work. Some of this will be in your exam.” “Erm, yeah.” Val said, putting her arm over her book unsuccessfully. 

“Your exam is in six months, and there are six units to cover; It’s October, and we are still on the first unit. There will be a lot of catching up for you to do if you don’t start concentrating in lessons, Miss Jones.” He said. “Hmm, good job Miss Rook. It’s a shame you didn’t take extended biology.”  He carried on walking around the room. As he did, Indie followed his movement and couldn’t help but catch eyes with her other friends. One of whom, Laila, gave her a dirty look. Indie hadn’t said anything to them since she moved seats in their last lesson, and even after she turned around she could feel their eyes on her.

“Oh miss Jones, you need to catch up miss Jones, I don’t have a social life miss Jones.”  Val said bitterly. “Honestly, how much of a loser do you have to be to care this much about a bloody science? No offence Clara, I know you like biology, but, like, it’s so pointless.” “He’s right though.” Clara said. “You’re gonna fail if you don’t start learning this stuff.” She swivelled her head around, and then carefully ripped out the page of what she had done in the lesson and handed it to Val. “Copy this out and I’ll make up for it at home, but you owe me.” 

“Thanks.” Val folded the paper neatly and tucked it into her book, which she then put into her bag. “Val, if you really want we can all meet up somewhere and go through this.” Indie said. “‘Cause Clara’s really good with biology, and I’m alright so it’d be quite productive.” “Yeah, maybe.” Val said. “Can we go to that cute cafe by the park?” “Oh my god yeah.” Indie said. “Why don’t we go after this? It’s only down the road, and It’s on our way home anyway.”

“I’d need to go get Margot first,” Clara said. “Because she’ll need to get on the bus instead of walking home with me.” “It’s a date, then.” Valentine said. 

“Okay, year ten. You may pack up, put the stools on the tables and leave. I will see you all on Wednesday, and I expect all unfinished work to be completed by then.” Mr Brightman said, stretching up from his chair and pacing the front of the room. “I’m talking to you, Miss Jones.”

Val rolled her eyes, and swung her bag over her shoulder. She put on her coat, a cropped black puffer, and flounced out along with everyone else, but Indie could see her waiting for them outside the door. Indie and Clara packed their things into their bags and Clara put her coat on. Indie wished she had remembered to grab a jacket before leaving the house. 

“I really like your bag, Clara.” Indie said. She had this black leather messenger bag, and it was in perfect condition. Indie’s bag was okay, but she’d had it for around three years, so its once teal-blue colour had faded to a dull bluish yellow. 

“Oh, thanks.” Clara said. “I saved for ages to get it.” “Huh,” Indie said, as they walked out of the room. “I would’ve thought your parents would just throw money at you.” “They could, but I don’t let them.” Clara said. “They do it for Margot though. You should see her room, it looks like a hoarder’s dream.” 

“Indigo!” Somebody called from down the hallway. Indie turned and met Laila’s gaze. “Can we speak to you really quick?” 

“Uh, yeah.” Indie turned back to Val and Clara. “You guys can go speak to Margot, I’ll catch you up. See you in a min.” 

Reluctantly she shuffled over to her friends. Act natural, she thought to herself. They’re your friends, you don’t need to worry. 

Laila stood with four of their other friends, Sophia, Joe, Rita, and Debbie. Indie stood in front of them, feeling a little confronted.

“Hi guys.” She said.

“Indie, can we talk really quick?” Sophia said. “Yeah, what? Is everything okay?” Indie said.

“Well, that’s what we were gonna ask.” Debbie chimed in.

“What do you mean?” Indie started to feel a little worried.

“We just feel like you’ve been avoiding us,” Laila said. “And we’re all starting to feel like we’ve done something wrong. And you’ve been hanging out with Valentine Jones and that Rook girl, and no offence, but we all kinda think you’re better than that. They’re weird. Look, we’re just all a bit worried about you.” 

“They’re not weird,” Indie said, cocking her head slightly, with a hint of an edge in her voice. “They’re my friends.” “They’re not your friends.” Sophia said. “We’re your friends.” 

“And no offence,” Debbie said, “but I don’t get how you can act like you’re so much better us ‘cause you “don’t smoke” and you “don’t drink”, but then you spend all your time with Valentine Jones, when you know she’s like, a huge slag - and you throw yourself at Felix Vazator every time you see him as well. Honestly, if I didn’t know better you’d think you two were dating, which is ridiculous, because he’ll get with anyone, but I’ve never seen him in a relationship ever-” “Debbie-!” Laila cut in. 

“Okay guys, look.” Indie said. She’d realised where this conversation was going, “I still want to be friends with you guys, and I don’t see why my hanging out with Clara, Val and Felix gets in the way of that. Valentine isn’t a slag, that’s just a rumour some idiot boy started that caught on like, two years ago. I don’t get why everyone treats her so badly, and I am not gonna follow that. If you really can’t handle me hanging out with more than one group, then there’s already fifteen of us; I highly doubt I’ll be missed.” Then she turned around and headed towards the door. 

Indie was sick to death of them, of all of them. She thought they were so ridiculous, making her pick sides. She wanted to be friends with them, and with Clara and Val and Felix, and she couldn’t for the life of her fathom why she had to pick. 

When she got outside, most of the buses had left. There were only a few anyway, because most people who didn’t live in Pinequarry just went to school somewhere else. 

Usually Indie would keep walking straight across the road, and then she’d walk through the park and cross the bridge into Spring Creek. She could see her brother across the road outside the corner shop, with two of his friends. Alex was there with him; Indie couldn’t stand him. Not since he spat at Valentine anyway. He was vile. 

Today, she turned right, and right again, going round the side of the school and walking down the pavement to the Primary school, where there were a couple of coaches still waiting. Indie could see Clara waving to Margot, who was on the coach, and walked towards them. 

“You guys ready?” Indie said, smiling at them. 

They nodded, and the three of them walked back down the street to the cafe. 

“Do you guys have money?” Clara said, as they were passing the school gate. “‘Cause I don’t.” 

“Oh shit yeah,” Val said. “I don’t either. Wait, actually…” Val put her bag down on a nearby bench and started rifling through it for change. “I have…Four thirty-seven at the bottom of my bag, So that will get me like, one small frap?” 

“Guys, I have my wallet in my bag, I’ll pay.” Indie said, throwing her bag down in a similar fashion to Val and reaching in to get her wallet - but then she realised something. 

Her art portfolio was missing. 

“Ugh, I’m gonna have to go back into the school a sec, sorry,” Indie said over her shoulder. “I’ve left my art work.” “That’s fine,” Valentine said. “Do you want us to wait for you, or should we go straight to the cafe and grab a table?” 

“Don’t wait for me,” Indie said, “It's freezing.” 

She walked in through the side entrance which led straight into the science corridor, as the main doors were sure to be locked by now. She checked that the side door stayed open, so that she wouldn’t be locked in. She went all the way round the corridor until she came to her locker, which she opened to see that it was empty. Shit. 

In her head, she re-traced all of her steps and decided that it was most likely in her biology class. Great. 

She walked back round the corner and peeked her head into the glass panels on the door. She couldn’t see much, but she could just about make out her teacher standing in the middle of the room, staring into space. She shifted herself around so she could see him better - and that’s when she saw it. 

Felix

Felix sat at the back of chemistry.  He couldn’t bear to listen to Miss Dane ramble on about something or other, so stared at the clock above the door, tapping his pen on the table and counted down the seconds. He had to get home as soon as he possibly could - which meant leaving chemistry as soon as he possibly could. The bell sounded and Felix rushed to place his stool on top of the desk, grab his bag from under the desk, and dart out the door. He saw Indie, Val, and Clara across the science corridor leaving Mr Brightman’s Biology class and pushed through a crowd of students to get to the side doors through the canteen. His haste got the better of him though when he remembered that there wasn’t a gate at this end of the school so ran right around to the front and out the gate.

After getting through the big black school gates, he hesitated and thought about taking the bus, but decided that would take too long and so he just ran through the park. He ran past the giant pine trees and over the first bridge; He ran past the ice cream van which had parked in a field for all the after school park-goers and past the kid’s playground; He ran past the wildlife ponds and ran over a bridge known as “Lovers bridge” because so many people had had their first snog on there; Then he ran out the next park gates which opened up onto a country road. He then ran down the country road past the carnival, past a few bungalows, and crossed the empty road - just as the bright yellow school bus turned to park a few doors down infront of Lottie’s house and up his gravel driveway to his house. 

Then he ran up his front steps and plummeted at the faded blue front door. Which to his hope did not open and just caused him to fall backwards down the steps. Felix stood up and caught his breath, then used the handle to open the door, which was locked. Felix closed his eyes in a calm rage and sighed before dumping the contents of his bag onto the little halloween doormat his Nan had bought from a department store because she thought it was “cute” and scrambled for his keys. They weren’t there. 

“Oh Fu-”

“You alright love?” Dumitria asked from the bottom of the driveway “I thought you were fixing the door?”

“Yep, I am Nan, I just got back from school.” He replied anxiously

“I was hoping you’d get home sooner, I need it done - but that's fine, go on then.” His nan said.

Felix looked at his feet.

“What?” His nan asked. She could tell something was up.

“I’ve lost my keys.” Felix admitted, too quiet for even himself to hear.

“I can’t hear you love.”

“I’ve lost my keys.” He said, a bit louder now.

“Eh?”

“I’ve lost my keys!” He repeated, audibly this time. 

“Oh, you twat!” Dumitria cursed, hitting him with her burlap shopping bag filled with vegetables. 

She pushed past him and unlocked the door. Felix speed-walked down the hallway and up the creaky stairs, watching his nan walk into the kitchen at the back of the house. At the top of the stairs was the door to the not-so-secret tower room where the magic ooky spooky door was. Right now it was a door frame and a brick wall with the actual door leaning against the bay window at the other end of the room. But previously, and soon enough, it would turn back into a magic door that could take you anywhere. 

Should be easy enough. 

Valentine

Even though her back was turned, and she was outside, Valentine could feel the waitress of the cafe glaring at her and Clara. They’d been here like, ten minutes and they still hadn’t bought anything. Mostly because they had no money. Clara’s phone pinged, and she went to check it before putting it away.

Just then, Indie burst through the cafe door and ran over to their table at such a speed that the other people in the cafe as well as the waitress outside started glaring at them. 

“Guys,” She panted. “You need to come back with me to the school right now. There’s an issue.” “What do you mean?” Clara rose out of chair, noticing how stressed Indie sounded. Val followed suit, although she still didn’t really know what was going on. 

“I… I can’t explain it, just - come on.” Indie said, grabbing Clara by the arm and dragging her out. Valentine trailed behind.

“I went to check my locker, then I figured I left my art portfolio in the biology class, and then…” Indie trailed off as they approached the front of the school. “I saw this.” 

“A wall.” Clara commented. “What- No!” Indie said. “Look through the window.”

Valentine, being the tallest, took a look through first, and what she saw made her feel sick.

All over the class, there were huge beetles - all different kinds, the biggest one must’ve been about the size of her hand. In the centre, was a very droopy Mr Brightman. She gagged, and stepped away from the window, shuddering. 

“What? What?” Clara said. She couldn’t quite see into the window, so Valentine had to give her a boost. When she did, Clara gasped on seeing the scene in the class and said;

 “Oh my god, that’s horrific. It’s like he’s been hollowed out.” Clara clambered down off of Valentine’s shoulders and brushed herself off. Her phone pinged again, and she went to check it before looking back up. “Is he dead?”

“I actually think he is.” Valentine said. “We should go in there and see.”

“No!” Indie said. “What if those bugs are the thing that killed him, and then they go after us?” 

“Also,” Clara interjected. “I’d just like to add that it’s none of our business. There’s probably gonna be some big stink about it when they find out this is going on, and quite frankly I don’t want to be involved.” She put her hands up on the ledge and peeked over it “Besides, what are we meant to do?” “I don’t know, Clara, something.” Valentine said. “I just don’t think we should stand by and let this happen.” “Let what happen, exactly?” Clara retaliated. “We don’t actually know what’s happened. All we know is our biology teacher is now an empty skin suit and there’s bugs everywhere.” “I do agree with Val, though,” Indie said. “We should do something. Even if it’s just going to get help.” 

“...Fine. Fine! But we’re going in there, we’re not calling the police. I don’t want anyone knowing I had involvement in this.”

Clara said.

They snuck in through the side entrance, which Indie had propped open before running to go get them, and as quietly as they could they made their way down the science corridor, but they passed the biology class to make sure there was nobody around the corner. They could hear a hoover from down the hallway, but judging by how far off it sounded,  and the strong smell of lemony cleaning spray that Valentine could smell, the cleaning people wouldn’t be in their way.  They crept back towards the class, but Clara’s phone pinged. 

“Ugh,” She said. “It’s Felix, again. He wants me to go help him and your brother with something, Indie, can you go instead? I don’t see why you can’t go, I mean you’re better friends with him than I am.” 

“Well, tell him we'll be busy, and I’ll go round with you after if you want.” Indie said. “But turn your phone off, Or it might give us away.”

“Oh gosh, yeah.” Clara said, flicking her phone off. They slid up to the door, and stacked their heads on top of one another so that they could see through the small panel of glass in the door. The bugs were spreading out, and then grouping back together, over and over again. It made Valentine feel a little bit sick. 

“We should probably go in there,” Indie said. “I can’t see anything.” 

Luckily, the door hadn’t been locked, and the girls slipped inside.

As soon as they shut the door behind them, it was as if the colony of beetles on the ground noticed their presence, and they scuttled towards Mr. Brightman, and crawled inside his mouth, which in turn made him straighten up, standing to face them.

Then he lurched forward and swung for them.

Felix

Felix sat and stared at the bare brick wall before him. First, he needed to get the door back onto the frame. He stood up, ran downstairs and turned the corner. In Front of him was the basement door. He took the handle and pulled. It was locked. 

He walked through the archway behind him into a small room between the foyer and the kitchen, where there was a cabinet on one side, and a countertop on the other. Above the counter was a tall rectangular piece of wood with little hooks in it. On the hooks hung bunches of keys. Each little bunch of keys had a keychain that stated what the keys were for.

“Garden shed”

“Attic”

“Back, front, side door”

“Cellar”

That’s the one he needed. He took the keyring that had 4 keys on it and went back to the cellar door. After trying all four keys, Felix found the one he needed. The door creaked open to reveal a thin, stone staircase leading down into a musty, dark abyss.

Felix felt around on the walls for a lightswitch.

“The switch is at the bottom of the stairs”  Dumitria said as she passed carrying a pile of washing. Felix sighed before descending into the darkness. At the bottom, something hit his face. A string? He pulled on it and a dim light flickered on. A thin corridor stretched up the side of the stone steps. Then there were 2 archways leading into different rooms. He walked into the one directly at the end of the corridor. It was full of boxes and piles of this that and the other. He found a box labelled “Tools” . It was empty. 

Empty apart from a piece of paper. In squiggly writing it said “Moved tools to boiler room -Ophir”. 

Felix remembered how his grandmother and Ophir had once been married and lived together, which made his skin crawl. 

To get to the boiler room, one had to go through another archway at the back of the room, but it was blocked off with a thick pile of cardboard boxes so Felix had to go back out into the room with the stairs and through the alternate arch which led into a room that contained only an old antique chair and a pile of dirt. The chair faced away from Felix at the wall. On the other side of the room was the archway to the boiler room. Inside of the boiler room was, of course, the boiler. Next to it a pile of cardboard boxes and another pile of dirt. There was also the other archway to the first cluttered room which was blocked with boxes on this side too. On the floor in front of the boiler was an actual tool box, not an empty cardboard box. It was full of little utensils for fixing and making stuff. There was also a small plastic tub of nails on top of the cardboard boxes, which Felix took and rushed back upstairs. 

At the top of the stairs, Felix noticed that he had forgotten to turn the light off, so rushed back down, pulled the string and ran back up. Then, he locked the cellar, put the keys back, and carried the tool box back up the stairs to the room with the door. 

After dumping the tool box in the door room and changing out of his school uniform into something more comfortable, Felix looked at the door. It had come off its hinges, so  basically, he just needed to screw the door hinges back onto the door frame and it should be fixed. He lifted up the heavy door, carried it across the room and propped it up. After making sure it was the right way around, he took a drill and a screw, and began drilling the hinges onto the frame. After around thirty minutes the door was back on. 

Clover

Clover drowsily walked into his room, dumped his bag and landed face first on his bed. He had had a very tiring day, and missed the bus so had to walk home through the park, and noticed Felix running at light speed somewhere. 

“Clover!” Maria, his mother, yelled up the stairs in her thick Greek accent. 

Clover groaned. “Yeah?” 

“Where is Indigo?! She should be home!”

“I don’t know,” He shouted. 

“What?” 

“I don’t know!” He repeated. 

Clover sat up and kicked his shoes off then threw his blazer on the floor. Then he lay on his bed and closed his eyes with the intention of having a nap when all of a sudden his Mum burst through the door holding the house phone. 

“One of Indigo’s friends is on the phone for you”

Clover groaned and lifted himself up to sit cross legged on his bed then took the house phone off his mum.

“Bring it down when you're done.” She said and she left the room. Her thick perfume lingered.

“Clover?” Felix said on the other end of the line.

“Hi Felix. You ok?” Clover responded.

“Is Indie not in?” Felix asked.

“No, she hasn’t come home from school yet”

“I’ve rung Clara, Val and Indie. They all haven’t come home yet. Anyway, I need help with something.”

“What?” Clover asked.

“My nan’s magic door isn’t working and I need some help so I wondered if you wanted to come over and help fix it?” 

Clover sighed. He really wanted to have a nap but going over Felix’s house sounded kind of fun, and since that day at the carnival Felix seemed really cool. Clover really wanted to get to know him.

“Yeah, sure!” He said.

“Okay, I’ll see you in ten, at my house, bye.” 

“Bye.” Clover responded and hung up. 

Clover got changed out of his school uniform and put on some comfy clothes then made his way downstairs. He put the house phone on its little stand then walked toward the front door. 

“Where are you going?” His mum said from behind him. 

Clover hesitated for a moment. He thought it would be weird to say he was going over his year 10 sister’s friend's house.

“I’m going to find Indigo.” He said “Her friend Felix was meant to meet her, but she didn’t so we’re going to find her.”

“Oh ok….” His mum responded. “Is her friend a girl?” She asked.

“No, it’s a boy. I'm not meeting up with a girl”

“Indigo has a boyfriend!”. She bellowed. 

“No mum! Just a male friend. He lives down the street.”

His mother took a sip of her herbal tea. “Be safe, and no drugs or alcohol or sexy time or anything!”

She kissed him hard on the cheek then ushered him out the door. 

Clara 

Clara had no idea how long they had been in this situation by now. Their teacher, or what was left of him, had tried to grab them, but they had managed to escape. He blocked the door, so they couldn't escape, but they had figured the best way to prolong his attacks was to huddle on top of their workbench, Val clutching a stand for test tubes, Indie holding her chisel from her art supplies which she had managed to grab, and Clara held… Nothing at all. Every so often, the bugs hidden inside Mr. Brightman’s corpse would try and grab them, but Valentine would swat them away with her stand. On the floor, there was a pile of smashed glass test tubes and pencils they had been throwing at the bugs that would occasionally crawl back out of Mr. Brightman, but each time they did the bugs would regroup too quickly, so they stopped bothering about half an hour into this process. One of them had bitten Indie on the hand, and she had used a plaster from her bag to cover it, but it didn't look good. They were starting to become increasingly worried about how long they were going to be there, and how late it was getting. 

“We're gonna die,” Indie said. “I've survived a demon, an evil wizard, and being poisoned by ancient snake gods, and the thing that's gonna kill me is a standoff with my biology teacher.”

“We’re not gonna die,” Clara said, although she wasn't completely sure they wouldn't. “Not if I can help it.” She looked around the room, trying to spot something they could use. “And by the way,” She said, turning to face Val and Indie, “I told you so. We shouldn't have gotten involved.”

“Oh, you are so petty.” Val said, crossing her arms and pouting, but Clara could tell that secretly Val wanted to laugh. 

Clara went back to sweeping her eyes around the room, and eventually she landed on a bunsen burner in the window. She couldn't reach it, but there was a similar one on the desk she was standing on. She picked it up, and attached the wire to the gas tap on the table. 

“Does anyone have aerosol spray?” Clara said. Indie handed her a small bronze canister of body spray. It smelled flowery. Clara opened the clasp on the bunsen burner as far as it would go, and started spraying the body mist over it, in the direction of the bug colony. Indie yelped, grabbing Val and tugging her towards the wall, so they were nowhere near the flame. 

A large red-hot flame erupted from the bunsen burner and shot towards the bugs at lightning speed. The bugs were blasted in every direction, and the flame left a black mark on the tiled floor. The bugs almost seemed to finally be defeated, but one large one walked back towards the centre of the circle, and the rest followed suit, seemingly unharmed. 

“So,” Clara said, straightening up. “I'm starting to think this bug hive mind can't be killed.”

Felix

Felix rushed down the stairs, just as the doorbell chimed. He made it to the front door and opened it to find Clover. 

“Hi! Come on in, " He said.

“Who is it?” Felix’s nan called down from the kitchen. 

“Indigo’s brother!” Felix answered

“Who?!” She asked again.

“Indigo’s brother!”

“Okay love!” She said.

Felix led Clover upstairs to the door room. 

“It’s fixed,” Clover said. 

“No it’s not… Well yes, the door’s on, but the thing won’t work.”

“Why are you getting me to help then?” Clover asked. 

“Well.. I asked Clara because she’s a witch and all, but she’s disappeared off the face of the earth with Indie and Val, and… well… you’re a..”

“You asked because I'm an elf?” Clover said bluntly.

“Yes,” Felix admitted and looked down. 

“I’m only half!” Clover said, laughing. 

Clover walked over to the door to take a look. 

“Do you know how it even worked in the first place?” 

“Nope.” Felix said.

Clover continued to examine the door.

“Nan!” Felix yelled

“What?!” She called back 

“Can you come here a second!”

There were a few moments of silence before his Nan emerged at the top of the stairs.

“Hiya love, you alright?” She said to Clover.

Clover smiled back.

“How does the door actually work?” Felix asked.

“You’ve got to just know where you want to go, and when you open it you end up there” She said. “Like this.”

The old lady closed the door. She waited a moment to think of a place to go to, then opened the door expecting to see wherever she had envisioned. Nothing.

“Well, bollocks.” She said.

“What do we do?” Clover asked.

“I don’t know. Find a witch, or a handyman, or a time traveller or something.”

Felix thought that maybe Clara would be of help right now. He had already tried to get a hold of her, but couldn’t reach her from the house phone, so instead rang her mobile.

The pair of them stood around, the phone on speaker mode. It rang for a few moments… before going to voicemail. 

Felix hung up the phone. They stood in silence, not sure where to go from there. They had a door frame, a brick wall, and an unanswered phone. 

Indigo

“So, let me get this straight,” Valentine said, letting go of Indie’s arm, and taking a few tentative steps towards Clara. “We can’t split them up, we can’t torch them, and they don’t seem to be getting tired at all, and we’ve been here, what- two hours? Three?” 

“Seems it.” Clara said. 

“Oh my god.” Val said, shifting her weight from one foot to another. “Oh my god. We’re gonna die. We are actually going to starve to death up here.”

“No we’re not,” Clara said, bending over to turn off the bunsen burner, and handing the body spray back to Indie. She took it and stowed it away in her bag.

“You say that,” Indie chimed in. “But how are we meant to get out?” 

“I…” Clara started playing with her hands, turning one of her rings around and around. “I don’t know. I just…I wish I could use magic to get us out, or something, but I can’t. I just can’t.” “Clara,” Val said, taking a step towards her. “Nobody expects you to save us. We’re all as helpless as each other right now. Nobody blames you for any of this.” 

“If anything, it’s my fault.” Indie admitted. “I’ve got my stupid bloody art portfolio, but I’ve put you all in danger. I’m sorry.” She flopped down onto the bench, sitting cross-legged. She looked down at the floor, sullen. She saw the bugs, all of them identical, ugly beasts; But she noticed that one was slightly bigger than the other. It was shinier, and had large pincers that were a golden-green colour. 

“Guys,” Indie said, looking up to them. “I think I have an idea. It’s a long shot, but it might work, and it’s the only idea I have.” 

“What?” Val asked.

“Do you see that one bug that’s bigger?” Indie said, pointing with her plastered hand. “I think it might be the leader. I don’t know, it just seems like all the other bugs are following that one.” 

“So what, we grab that one, and all the bugs follow it? No thanks.” Val said. “I mean, it’s a good idea, but no thanks.” 

Clara sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

“I’ll grab it. But we need to figure out what we’re gonna do with it first.” 

The plan ended up being that Clara was going to grab the bug, and Indie would stand ready with the tube stand in case the other bugs tried to follow it. Val was to use the top end of the stand, which had been screwed off, to impale the bug, which would hopefully kill it and disorient the rest of the bugs. Then, in the confusion, they would grab their things and escape. 

Clara leaned down so that one foot was on a stool in front of the bench, and waited for the bug to cross her path. When it eventually did, she lunged forward, and yanked it from the ground. It just about fit in one hand, and as she straightened up she winced.

“You okay?” Indie asked, from her position on the edge of the desk.

“Yeah, it bit me, that’s all.” Clara placed the bug down, using a clamp from the stand to restrain it down on the desk. “Ow.” she said quietly, shaking her hand out. 

“Grab a plaster from my bag,” Indie said before turning back towards the bugs, who were already headed towards them. “I’m a bit tied up right now.” 

Clara did so, and wrapped up her hand, while Indie used the stand to bash at the bugs and stop them from coming up towards them. She could just about hear Val step towards the bug, and then she heard the squelch as the sharp end of the stand pierced its soft underbelly. 

As soon as that happened, the bugs stopped crawling towards the desk, and dispersed in every direction.  

Clara

“That,” Valentine said, “Is maybe one of the worst things I've seen, ever.”

The bugs, after their leader had been killed, seemed to lose all sense of direction, and frantically scattered across the room - out of the door, out of the open window, over the desks, into Mr. Brightman, everywhere. The girls used this as their chance to dash it to the door, slamming in behind them to trap any bugs chasing them - but it was too late; there were bugs everywhere. Strangely, now that they had nobody to follow, they seemed uninterested in the girls. Lost, they scrambled any way they could in a panic. 

“Do you think they’ll shut the school over this?” Valentine said, turning her head this way and that, looking at the bugs crawling all over the halls. 

“Probably.” Indie said. “Also, just saying, we should probably leave.” 

“Yeah,” Clara agreed. “I don’t want our involvement in this.” 

When they all left, they took a moment to sit on the steps of the school and took a breath. Indie and Clara inspected their hands, which had a slight green tinge to them. 

“I think I will go see Felix now, on the off-chance that Dumitria can fix my hand.” Clara said, pulling her phone out of her pocket to text him. “I think you should come as well, Indie.” She looked up from her phone suddenly. “And you Val, if you wanna come.” “Nah, I’m good.” Val said, uncrossing her legs and standing up. “I want to shower, and I want to sleep.” 

“Fair enough,” Clara said. “In that case, Indie and I should probably get going. We’ll see you tomorrow, if the school is even open.”

“Bye guys,” Val said, and Clara and Indie walked away, as Val reached into her pocket and made a phone call.

*

When they arrived at Felix’s house, they first spent twenty minutes or so in Dumitria’s kitchen, where she made some bizarre slather to heal up Clara and Indie’s bites. By the time they were treated, Indie’s whole hand was green. They sat together in the kitchen, while everyone else was upstairs, fixing a door.

“You know, I’m starting to think the universe hates me.” Indie said. “In the last month, I’ve been poisoned, twice. That’s ridiculous.” 

“Yeah,” Clara said. “I’m so glad I don’t have to get involved. I just wish I could actually do what I’ve been asked. I’ve looked at both of those amulets, and I just can’t figure out what I’m meant to do with them.” 

“We have time.” Indie said. “I don’t think we’re in any rush to get these amulets, or Dumitria would be sending us out all the time. It’s been two months, and we’ve been once.” “How many are we even supposed to be getting?” Clara said. “They don’t tell me these things.” “Five? Six? Something like that? I can’t remember.” Indie said, swinging her arms around in confusion. “I just think, we haven’t seen Ophir since the fair, so we can’t be in much of a rush. I don’t think Dumitria even knows if he’s alive, or if he’s died since he ran away.”

“I can’t see him being dead.” Clara said. “He’s too powerful for that.” “He could’ve been murdered.” Indie retaliated. “I suppose,” Clara mused, “But I don’t think so. I don’t think he’s stupid enough to try and attack us again, that’s all. If we don’t know where he went, he has a one-up on us.” 

“Well, next time Dumitria sends us out on a mission, I will not be going.” Indie said. “I am sick of it.” 

Clover

After Felix had hung up the phone, Clover walked over toward the door. He noticed that running up the side of the door frame was a thin thing that looked like a pipe. Maybe there were wires in there, and to get the door to work, they had to actually turn it on. The tube was painted the same colour as the wall and ran up the wall, along the crown moulding at the top of the wall, then into the ceiling. Maybe it went into the attic, that could mean there may be a switch up there or something. 

“Felix, look.” He said, and showed him the tube. 

“...Is it electric?” Felix asked. Clover shrugged.

Felix then led Clover down the hallway to an old looking door. 

“Wait here.” Felix said and ran downstairs. 

He returned with a few keys on a keychain. He tried the oldest looking one on the door which opened it to reveal a narrow staircase leading up to the attic. They followed it up, Felix first, and at the top he pulled a string to turn the light on.

The attic was dimly lit. The light hardly worked, so most of the light came in through a window on one side of the room. If you looked out, you would see Felix’s grandmother Dumitria’s marigold garden and vegetable patch at the back of the house. 

The room was filled with boxes piled high up into the vaulted ceiling. Clover found a piece of paper on the floor. 

“Teleportadoor! The one and only teleportation device recommended by leading scientists and magic users alike!”

It was an instruction manual on how to use the door. It looked old. Considering Clover had never seen anything like this, even though they seemed to be a commercial thing, told him they must’ve been discontinued. He flicked through to find the english instructions. According to the manual, the door was fitted by a technician, just like a fridge or washing machine. Then, whomever wanted to use it would simply flick the switch to turn it on, and then they could go wherever. 

So all they had to do was find the switch.

Clover watched Felix move a large stack of boxes out the way. He revealed not only a new window facing the front of the house, but also a big silver box. There was a large red lever, a red button, and a keyhole. 

They walked over to it and followed the instructions. First, they had to turn it on using the key. They tried a few of the keys on the keyring till they found one that fit. When they turned it, the house shook and the box revved. It soon calmed down and became still and silent again. The red button lit up. Clover removed the key. Then Felix pressed the button. A digital voice stated

  “Power on”. 

 According to the instructions, they had turned the box on, and now had to turn the door on by pulling the lever. They pulled it. There was another vibration and loud mechanical sound, which calmed down soon enough  and the computer voice once again spoke 

“Door activated”.

They made their way back downstairs to find Dumitria in the door room, looking quite impressed.

“You did it!” She beamed. “Well done!”

“It was all Clover really.” Felix said “Wait, did you not know how to turn your own magic door on?” Felix asked.

“Oh yeah, I did,” Dumitria said,  “I just wanted to see if you could do it, that’s all. I would’ve sorted it myself otherwise. Anyway, it’s a valuable thing to know.” She winked at the boys then made her way downstairs. 

Felix 

Clover stayed over Felix’s for a few hours after that. They sat in Felix’s room and played some games on his console. Felix liked Clover. He knew that his friends in school were absolute bellends, but Clover was nice. 

Soon, the doorbell rang, which was answered by his grandmother. Around half an hour later, Indigo and Clara entered Felix’s room.

“Hey guys.” Clara said.

“Hi!” Clover answered.

“Why are you hanging out with my little brother?” Indigo joked, nudging Felix. 

“Did you fix the door?” Clara asked, clearly less interested in why Clover was here.

“Yep, it’s all done” Felix and Clover both answered in unison. 

“Well in that case,” Dumitria said from the doorway. “You’d best get ready for your next amulet quest”

“What is it?” Indigo asked. For a moment, she looked worried, but it was gone before Felix could place it.

 “The amulet of Aligism” his nan responded “It gives the holder the power to understand any language”

They all looked at each other. Felix realised that these, what once were strangers, were now his friends, and he was working with them to defeat an evil magician. Wow. 

Valentine

Around a week after the fiasco in their school, it finally opened back up again. Indie and Valentine now sat inside the cafe, as it was getting colder, and they were doing biology work for their new biology teacher. Clara rushed in, taking off her coat and her scarf, hanging them up on the chair she sat down in, and produced a newspaper from her bag. 

Nightmare in local school as insect infestation coincides with disappearance of teacher, the headline read.

Alexander Brightman, A biology teacher at Pinequarry comprehensive, has been missing for over a week, following a bizarre infestation of beetles in the science department which he taught in. Traces of human remains were found in his classroom, but as of now no trace of DNA has been traced to any individual.

“We do not think the infestation is in any way related to Mr. Brightman’s disappearance,” P.C. Robyn Bancrofft said in an interview. “But we’re keeping our eyes open.”

Craig Rook, Daily Pigeon. 

“Well,” Valentine said, as she finished reading. “We want to hope they don’t think we killed him.” “What? He was already dead.”  Clara said. “And you heard what the police said, they don’t think the infestation is related.”

“Plus, there were loads of people in the class, not just us.” Indie said, “If they questioned us, they’d probably have to question everyone, and the Pinequarry Police force is like ten people, if that.” 

And after that, they carried on with their biology homework, and pretended that they had nothing to do with any of the events they had seen.

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Your Kids Will Encounter Holy Fire with These Practical Tips

When speaking at events, I am often asked for practical examples about how to help children encounter God.

My response is quite simple—everything we do should flow out of our relationship with the Holy Spirit because the Holy Spirit will lead you into all truth. John 16:13 says, “However, when He, the Spirit of truth, has come, He will guide you into all truth; for He will not speak on His own authority, but whatever He hears He will speak; and He will tell you things to come.”

In Proverbs 18:21, Solomon states, “Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit.” In our home, we place great emphasis on speaking life and not death over each other. We emphasize that our words should uplift, encourage, and support rather than discourage, demean, and embarrass. Our words should honor and not put down.

My son has a tender heart. When he was younger, hearing profanity in children’s movies would bother him. It got to a point where he would come to us in tears daily confessing he had used cuss words in his mind. At first, we dismissed his comments by saying things like, “Buddy, you’re not using cuss words, it’s okay, don’t worry about it.” However, he was very worried about it, almost obsessed with it. Although it may sound a little silly to us as adults, these thoughts can easily turn into lies and feelings that say, “You are not good. God can’t use you. You are a really bad person.”

We constantly tried to talk to him about how not all of our thoughts are our own. We would talk to him about how the enemy lies and how to hear the voice of the Lord. Yet the problem seemed to be getting worse. He would continue to come to us distraught and in tears feeling like a terrible person. I remember one morning I came downstairs to find him again on the couch in tears saying, “I said a cuss word in my mind again.” I walked by him into the kitchen and asked the Holy Spirit (partly out of irritation), “Holy Spirit! Help! What do I tell him? How do I help him?” I instantly heard in my spirit, “Tell him this: tell him to remind himself, every time he hears a yucky word in his head, to say over himself, ‘I don’t cuss!’ Get him to say that out loud over himself.”

I walked right back in the living room, sat beside him on the couch, spoke identity and truth over him, and then offered him this simple phrase to say out loud every time he would hear a cuss word in his mind. In the days that followed, I would hear him playing in his room and then stop and say enthusiastically, “I don’t cuss!” And a few days later those lies and the crippling condemnation that came with them were shut down and destroyed. He was set free. The Holy Spirit knew exactly what he needed because the Holy Spirit will lead you into all Truth.

While John 16:13 speaks of revelation and understanding—God’s word for our lives—it also speaks of revelation and wisdom for challenges that arise within our families. We have the solutions of Heaven at our disposal. God did not give these solutions to a select few. They are for every single believer who will call on the name of the Lord. According to Acts 2:38-39, “and you shall receive the gift of the Holy Spirit. For the promise is to you and to your children, and to all who are afar off, as many as the Lord our God will call.” Receiving the Holy Spirit is a gift freely given. After Jesus ascended to Heaven, God specifically sent the Holy Spirit to us to be our Helper. “But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will teach you all things, and bring to your remembrance all things that I said to you” (John 14:26). Boy, do we need help!

On my own, I would not have come up with such a simple phrase and solution to help my son. I would have spent hours ruminating over how to solve the problem, trying to fix it in my own strength and in my own way. The Holy Spirit always brings simple solutions to problems that seem unfixable or too complicated. “If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask Him! …For the Holy Spirit will teach you in that very hour what you ought to say” (Luke 11:13; 12:12). We all need the Holy Spirit, and the Holy Spirit is for all of us.

Jesus is our example, yet He needed the Holy Spirit too. To fulfill God’s redemptive plan, Jesus had to be filled with the Holy Spirit. In fact, Jesus did not do any ministry without the Holy Spirit. Jesus did not do what He did simply because He was the Son of God. The qualifier for Jesus was not that He was the Son of God; it was that He was the Son of man equipped and empowered by the Holy Spirit fully submitted to the Father. In doing this, He made it possible for us to live like Him, equipped and empowered by the Holy Spirit fully submitted to the Father. What an example we have in Jesus where the impossible becomes possible.

Jesus begins His ministry after He is baptized by John the Baptist in Luke 3:21-22, “And the Holy Spirit descended in bodily form like a dove upon Him, and a voice came from heaven which said, ‘You are My beloved Son; in You I am well pleased.’” Luke 4:1 continues, “Then Jesus, being filled with the Holy Spirit, returned from the Jordan and was led by the Spirit into the wilderness.” To be led by the Spirit, we will need to be filled with the Spirit. Jesus was led into the wilderness by the Holy Spirit. I do not think any of us would go into the wilderness without being led. The Holy Spirit will send us down paths no one wants to go. The Holy Spirit will help you speak life over your marriage when others tell you to give up. The Holy Spirit will say you are well able to take the land when everyone else sees giants. The Holy Spirit will say take the risk when everyone else says play it safe. Oh, how we need to be led by the Holy Spirit!

In Acts, the disciples had to be filled with The Holy Spirit before they were fully ready to demonstrate the Kingdom of God. Jesus tells them in Acts 1:8, “But you shall receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you shall be witnesses to Me in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the end of the earth.” In Acts 4:31 when they finished praying, “the place where they were assembled together was shaken; and they were all filled with the Holy Spirit, and they spoke the word of God with boldness.” The Holy Spirit equipped and empowered the disciples to bring the Kingdom of Heaven with boldness. In fact, Jesus tells the disciples it is actually better for them if He leaves: “Nevertheless I tell you the truth. It is to your advantage that I go away; for if I do not go away, the Helper will not come to you; but if I depart, I will send Him to you” (John 16:7). What a wild verse, and what a picture of how much we need the Holy Spirit!

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If the first disciples of Jesus, who actually knew and learned from Him in the flesh, needed the Holy Spirit, how much more do we need the Holy Spirit! We cannot afford to live without the Holy Spirit. Being filled with the Holy Spirit will resonate through our homes and be infused into our families for future generations. But take heed—the generation that treats the Holy Spirit as optional will pass on to the next generation that Holy Spirit is optional. Living completely dependent on the Holy Spirit on a daily basis should not be optional; it should be a way of life. When we are continually filled with the Holy Spirit, then we are able to learn to be led by the Spirit. No decision in parenting, in business, in relationships, and in giving is made without seeking the Holy Spirit’s help.

My husband is the shopper of the family. I am not a shopper at all. When he goes into a store, my children and I have a game we play while we wait in the car for him. We ask the Holy Spirit to highlight someone in the parking lot walking to his or her car. We will then pray and declare over that person what God reveals to us, whether it is healing, breakthrough, salvation, or blessing. This game is good training for our children in listening to the Holy Spirit and a good reminder to me—we want to see what and how God sees. We want to train our spiritual eyes to see with God’s eyes. Seeing others in this way is only possible through a relationship with the Holy Spirit. Holy Spirit is our best friend. When in relationship with Holy Spirit, all these things just naturally flow out of my relationship. When you have a best friend, you know their personality, their nature, their heart, their humor, and their lens of seeing the world. Same here. We can have that kind of relationship with the Holy Spirit. Not because I do but because the Bible says you can. In fact, look to Jesus because He is our greatest example in this. Smith Wigglesworth (1859–1947) said it this way, “Enter into the promises of God. It is your inheritance. You will do more in one year if you are really filled with the Holy Ghost than you could do in fifty years apart from Him.” Imagine what could change in our families if we fully yielded and were filled with the Holy Spirit.

Fire

If we are to have revival in our homes, we need to encounter God and be filled with the Holy Spirit. However, the fullness of the Holy Spirit in our lives should set us on fire. When the disciples were filled with the Holy Spirit in the upper room, Acts 2:3 says tongues of fire rested on them. Fire is fearsome. Fire burns and destroys, but it also renews and revives. In other words, it yields holiness through creative destruction. The fire of the Holy Spirit will burn and consume those things contrary to God’s design for us while purifying and consecrating those things He desires to remain. It will mold us like glass and clay into who God wants us to be. It sets us apart as God’s holy ones. It marks us.

Although God’s power is available, it is not automatic. Many people believe God’s word in scripture, but they do not believe they can live it out now. However, we are living in an era of change. The days are coming when we break the rules of religion and small thinking because revival always demands a change. The only way to change dysfunction is to disrupt it. We are in an era of Holy Spirit disruption. We need the fire of God in our lives to disrupt and to consume all wrong thinking we have grown accustomed to. We need this fire to burn up our opinions, our egos, our preferences, and our agendas so the only thing left is God’s opinion and His agenda. We need the fire of God to envelop, rest upon us, and mark us. Too often in churches, the Holy Spirit has been made to take a back seat or pushed to the side or kicked out altogether. Thus, confusion has been created. But the truth is for families to be revived, they need not only the Holy Spirit, but also the fire of the Holy Spirit.

The word fire is used in the Bible hundreds of times and is considered a distinct aspect of God’s nature as expressed in the following passages:

Do you see what we’ve got? An unshakable kingdom! And do you see how thankful we must be? Not only thankful, but brimming with worship, deeply reverent before God. For God is not an indifferent bystander. He’s actively cleaning house, torching all that needs to burn, and he won’t quit until it’s all cleansed. God himself is Fire! (Hebrews 12:28-29 MSG)

And the God who answers by fire… (1 Kings 18:24).

Then the fire of the Lord fell and consumed the burnt sacrifice (1 Kings 18:38).

And divided tongues as of fire appeared to them and rested on each one of them (Acts 2:3 ESV).

For the Lord your God is a consuming fire, a jealous God (Deuteronomy 4:24).

He makes His angels winds, and His ministers a flame of fire (Hebrews 1:7 ESV).

Is not my word like fire, declares the Lord, and like a hammer that breaks the rock in pieces? (Jeremiah 23:29 ESV)

And I will be to her a wall of fire all around, declares the Lord, and I will be the glory in her midst (Zechariah 2:5).

Holy Spirit fire is normal Christianity. What does it look like to create a home where the fire of God and His manifest presence rests and resides? A home of encounter. Encountering God in our homes lights a fire in us—an internal hunger, desire, and determination to be moldable and teachable, creating a willingness to put it all on the table to cultivate revival in our homes. Creating a home of encounter is vital to operating with the authority and power God has given us. After all, we are called to be set apart and to live with Holy Spirit distinction.

In 1 Corinthians 2:5, Paul says, “Your faith should not be in the wisdom of men but in the power of God.” How often do we elevate the wisdom of men and explain away the power and authority the disciples carried in the gospels? My husband and I prayed with our children when they were very young to be filled with the Holy Spirit. This was important to us to teach and explain as we took the familiar quote to heart: “Children do not have a junior Holy Spirit.” Praying in the Spirit is normal family culture in our home. In fact, if my daughter or son is having a hard time or bad day, I will find them singing over themselves in the Spirit. Romans 8:26 (NIV) reads, “In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.” Joel 2 tells us encounter is coming and is for everyone:

So I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten…And it shall come to pass after- ward that I will pour out My Spirit on all flesh; your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions. And also on my menservants and on my maidservants I will pour out My Spirit in those days (Joel 2:25, 28-29).

True encounter brings such revelation that we cannot stay the same. The fire of God will bring such a shift in perspective that redemption and restoration become natural byproducts of encounter. It may be painful and will take determination—a determination to yield. A determination to go after the deep things of God, a determination to be completely led by the Holy Spirit, and a determination to not stop in our pursuit until only He remains. We need the fire of God. Our families need the fire of God.

Go after it. It is worth it. And the whole world will see it.

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[malka-lisitsa]

Send “UNF” to pin my muse against the wall with DESIRE //from Dani hehehehehe

Send “UNF” to pin my muse against the wall with DESIRE

The two are barely in the door before Katherine heard it slammed behind her, not out of anger but out of H A S T E.

Katherine has been a little shit all night, teasing Dani subtly in ways she knows are rude, especially when theyre in public and Dani cant act on them. Little 'innocent' touches, looks, leaning over just right in that low cut dress of hers.

So it's of absolutely NO surprise when a split second after the door slams shut, her back hit the wall and she was face to face with a very hot werewolf.

Devilish lips, painted a fitting blood red, curled into a smirk as she spoke.

"Sorry... did you not like my little game tonight?"

[ @talesfromthevoiid ]

[mrstsung]

Cw: implied nsfw. Nothing super graphic. But yeah...spicy

💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚🐍💚

Imagine shang tsung teaching you self defense. Nothing special. Just enough to defend yourself if needed. Especially if he isn't there to help you. Or if he's away. Or if you get attacked and ambushed. Or if he feels you are ready (which even if you are i highly doubt he'd let you even with high trust a loyalty,because he doesn't wanna lose the only one person in his life who dared to get close to his heart like that. Like daddy shang is hella protective sorry not sorry. He genuinely is scared of you dying. Especially by anothers hands. Especially if its someone he absolutely despises) a mortal kombat tournament.

Imagine it getting spicy. Like i mean spicy. Heavy breathing,pinning to the ground spicy. Like sexy angry. But not too much as he doesn't wanna hurt you. Nor you him. Your martial training is paying off tho you have much to learn still.

Bonus points if this is a defining moment for you two.

Not nessicarly "THE" defining moment of his love for you. As that would be something more simple as you bringing him his tea,checking in on him,or something simple and sweet. That is "THE MOMENT HE FELL TRULY IN LOVE WITH YOU" (TM) moment. Especially physically,not that you weren't physically attractive to him before. But this was the "holy shit i never realized HOW gorgeous you were till now"

Nah this is the defining moment he noticed everything else about you. After this training spar,he started noticing your hips,your curves,the smile on your face,the way you eyes sparkle in the moonlight or candlelight flickering in his study room,while he worked. The way your breath moves in your chest while you sleep. The way you hair is soft. Your voice,so tender and sweet or stern and commanding when needed be. But never harsh or demanding. How you just are like a gentle breeze on a hot summer day to him. Refreshing.

This....this is the way you make him feel soft again. This is the deepest parts of the dark sorcerer he keeps from the world.

And you. And you only have the privilege and gift of seeing this side of him.

Cherish this. For this is the closest to someone he's been in a long long long time.

(Sorry i got carried away on this but oof im in my feels writing again)

[outlustings]

Romping around in the woods with Val and Frank with the nurse were the only requests I sent in I'm flattered you said they were good ideas I might blush. I'm all out of nasty ideas :( All I can think about is the possibility(small,minuscule) the Chris get out of the asylum alive, him and reader meet, soft moments commence & shit

(this is so stupid sjkaksls but in my defense thought it would be funny if chris threw you out of the window but like lovingly your honor.

mentions of violence, nothing too graphic. have a gif of chris ripping a head off. why not.)

×

I'm out, but at what cost?

You limped along the wall, leaning against the rough brick as your clothes stuck to brambles. Your vision swam and sharp pain reverberated through every bone in your body as you walked along the outer walls of the asylum, scrambling in the woods behind the prison block.

The rain fell over you in heavy, pelting strikes against your back and you shook your wet hair from your eyes, your body cold and shivering. You struggled to keep your balance.

You tripped on something.

The sting spread like a lightning bolt right from your ankle up to your lungs, as if a spear had been ran through your body as your breath was knocked out - your foot gave in and rolled again as you fell to the ground, little bits of rebar and slimy lichen stabbing into the soft flesh of your palms as you tried to break your fall.

With a stifled yell and a sob, you landed on your stomach, your hand shooting to wrap around your ankle as you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from screaming. A stream of your favorite swear words spilled from your lips, mingling with the raindrops as you rolled on the ground, cradling your ankle with blinding white light behind your eyes as the pain overwhelmed you for a solid thirty seconds.

You tried to catch your breath, sucking in the cold, wet air before craning your neck down to eye at the exposed skin of your knee, torn fabric and tiny slashes of red, from which ruby-like droplets seeped slowly and rolled down onto the ground. You cursed again, screwing your eyes shut, sighing, trying to catch your breath.

Red on red on red on red.

×

"You need to get out," Chris grunted.

You shook your head.

"Not without you!" you gritted your teeth.

"I have to contain it. You get out. Now," he growled, his hands on your shoulders, thick, black talon-like fingernails digging into your skin, his white, pearlsecent eyes sharp, narrow, focused.

"No!" you stomped your foot in desperation, tears prickling your eyes as you glared at him, "I'm not leaving you, Chris. I'm staying in this fucking guard tower whether you like it or not! I want to stay with you-u-unf...!"

He'd grabbed you by the waist, tossing your body over his shoulder like a ragdoll before you could even finish your sentence.

"You have to get out safe."

He started walking to drafty outer wall of the hallway. Behind your back, you heard thunder crack through the soft rumble of the rain.

"Chris, put me down!" you yelled, pounding his broad back with your palms, wriggling against his grip on your hips. It was like an iron vice, "Please, let go of me! I can't - I can't leave!"

"You have to leave," Chris muttered.

"No!"

You felt the chilling breeze against the backs of your thighs and you craned your neck, on instinct, to take a look behind you. You saw a busted window, squiggly cracks framing a large hole in the glass, the prickling rain falling against it in cascades. Then the rain reached your feet. You felt the cold water against your ankles. Then your shins. Panic bubbled up inside your stomach as you watched your kicking feet disappear outside, behind the window as Chris breathed heavily below you, his shoulder pressing against your stomach.

Surely he wouldn't. He wouldn't throw you out.

"You have to get out. Be safe. Leave this terrible place."

"Chris - you can't," you shook your head, wiggling against his grasp.

"I'll see you. When I get out," he grumbled and adjusted you on his shoulder.

"When?" you squeaked, your legs already soaked in the pouring rain. You were about halfway outside. This wasn't real.

He was quiet for a while. You tried to wrench yourself from his grip.

"I don't know," Chris muttered.

Your head spun.

"What do you mean you don't - let me go, no, you're coming with me - we're getting out together! Now!" you pounded on his shoulder. You'd almost forgotten what awaited behind the window. You were just dead set on not going alone.

You felt him turn his head against your waist, felt how he nuzzled against your midriff as your shirt rode up. He pressed a clumsy kiss on your skin. You shuddered, tears in your eyes.

"Please, don't leave me," you whispered.

"I'm sorry."

Before you could register what was happening, you felt rain all over your body and your stomach jolted as Chris slung you from his shoulder and tossed you through the window. You fell through the cold air, yowling and screaming bloody murder as you fall against the pine trees and bendy branches that break your fall. The windows of the asylum grow tiny as you wall through the branches, the wood ripping your skin open, leaving angry welts as you land badly on your ankle. You screamed his name as you reached the ground.

×

You curled up into a ball and sobbed into your scuffed knees, squeezing your body into a tight package, wiggling your toes for warmth in the rain. Everything was so cold and numb.

Your brain felt empty. All you could focus on was pain and the tightness in your chest and him and his safety. But you didn't know what to do.

You wanted to go back inside. Find him. Give him a stern talking-to. But the gaes were probably locked and you sure as hell were not climbing over the fence, not with your fucked up ankle and all that razor wire.

You wiped at your eyes feverishly, but the tears kept on falling. Warm water mixed with cold water, both running down your chin and onto your knees, mixing with the dirt and blood like aquarelles.

You closed your eyes. How easy would it be to give up? How long could you last in the cold like this?

You heard a noise in the distance that made the hair on your neck stand up as your head snapped up.

Gunshots.

Distant, dull snaps of gunfire and even more distant yelling. Very quiet. But still there. Guns. Death. You couldn't even hear the rain anymore.

You jolted up, clawing at the lichen-covered rocks around you, trying to balance yourself on your bad foot as you looked around you.

What if...?

"Chris," was all you managed to get out of your mouth before you started running blindly, leaning against the wall, limping and jumping over slabs of broken off concrete, twisted rebar and piles of fallen leaves. Tears stung your eyes as slowly, ever so slowly, soft streetlights came into your blurry view. Blinking, wavy lights.

"Oh, please, please, please..." you whispered into the whipping wind, sniffling and coughing as your lungs burned as you kept on running - towards what, you didn't know. Chris, all you could think of was Chris.

"Piggy?"

Your heart skipped a beat. You tried to stop in your tracks, your feet slipping in the soft mud as you turn around, falling down on your bum as you scrambled to your feet.

He was about twenty feet behind you, standing in the rain, his pale form bulky and shivering against the darkness of the trees. Relief floods over you, and you can't help but let out a strangled sob. A happy little noise that still burns your throat as it spills out of you.

"Chris!" you choked out and started limping towards him, ignoring the pain in your leg, the throbbing inside your brain.

You pounced on him, throwing yourself in his arms and he squeezed you against his chest, lifted you up, nuzzled what remained of his nose against your neck.

He's out. He's out and he's with me and he doesn't have to go back.

"What took you so long?" you sniffled.

He hummed against your neck as he held you.

"Here now."

You nod, bit your lip, tasted the salt of your tears and snot and the dirt on your face.

His skin was slick with rainwater, rough underneath the misty film with scars and scabbing blood rubbing against your fingers. You inhaled his scent. Sweat, stinking sweat and blood and piss and sewage. You grimaced. He didn't smell like your Chris anymore.

But he was still incredibly warm, his heated skin against your hands made you feel at home, away from the cold rain. He was srill as cuddly. He felt like your Chris.

"Little pig," he slurred against your skin. You felt his teeth graze against your shoulder. Gently. You rubbed his shoulders in soothing circles, squeezing him in your arms. You wanted to be as close to him as possible.

"I'm here. We're - we're out," you mutter and press a soft kiss to his temple. He grunts into your neck.

He loweres you down from his arms, his eyes fixed on yours as you smiled up at him before a flash of searing pain traveled up from your ankle to your hip as your foot bumped against the hard ground. You gasped, turning your head towards the ground as you screwed your eyes shut to keep yourself from yelping. Chris' grip on your waist tightened. His voice was low, worried as he spoke.

"Hurt?"

"Yeah," you hiss, "I'll be okay though..."

"Can't walk," he muttered.

He bent down, sliding his thick arm around your waist while the other one snaked behind your knees, and in a swift sling, he swept you up into his lap. You gave a small whimper at the sudden movement and eyed the ground that was about five or six feet beneath you now.

"Don't drop me," you squeaked, turning your gaze to Chris, meeting his milky eyes as he gave you a blank look. You saw the flesh of his brow twitch and quirk up, "Sorry, sorry," you mumbled, "I know you wouldn't..."

"Trust me," he grunted. You thought you could see his mouth spread into a slight smirk, his cheeks taut as his eyes softened.

"Of course," you nodded, "But just - don't drop me."

He gave a grumbling sigh, a rattling sound from deep within his chest, but you recognises it to be gentle. You giggled, wiping at your eyes. For a fraction of a second, everything felt right again.

"We have to go deeper into the forest," Chris turned his head to the black abyss of the pine trees, his eyes narrowing as he watched the stillness, before his eyes flicked to the brick wall behind you, "They can't find you."

"Okay," you say dumbly, blinking away the rainwater from your eyes as you curl up your shivering body against his chest.

He started taking long steps in the moss, his boots squelching against the forest floor as the two of you walked away from the asylum

You zoned out, your unseeing eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness as the lights and noises faded behind your combined form. It took a while before you could open your mouth.

"What do we do now?"

"Get away from here," Chris breathed out.

You remained silent, listening to the raspy breaths that filled your ears. Stuffy, grumbly breaths that sounded painful. Your eyes flicked to his face.

You saw his tongue flit out to the side of his cheek, against the glint of metal at the side. Leather digging into his cheek. He growled. Your heart sank slightly. You frowned.

"Wait, Chris."

You reached up to touch where his raw skin melted against the leather. He winced.

"Can I take it off?" you whispered.

"Hurts," he grunted.

"We can take it off. You're free now," your voice trembled as you slid your fingers to the buckle above his neck.

"Please," he rasped out.

You gritted your teeth, fumbling with the strap, watching how little veins popped in the wrinkled, white skin around his mouth as you tugged on the harness.

"I'm sorry," you whispered as he shifted you in his arms in discomfort. You felt the buckle clink against your nails, and you slowly started to peel the strap off. With a grunt, Chris spat out the metal as you revealed more and more of scabbed skin. His cheeks relaxed, torn flesh covering his bared teeth slightly. You bit your lip, tossing the awful thing to the moss, your vision blurry from tears.

"Better?"

"Thank you."

He sighed, cocking his head up to the rain. You watched the rain wash away his grimace. You could only imagine how good the cool rain would feel against those wounds. You sniffled and smiled softly.

"I'm sorry I let you go," he mumbled, adjusting you on his lap, averting his eyes from yours.

You gave him a weak grin.

"Sometimes you're really stubborn," you pressed your face against his, leaning forward in his grasp to press a small kiss to his cheek, "Pigheaded."

He chuckled. Low and rumbly. Like a purr.

[one-piecee]

#ONEPIECE1040

Every week I'm dumb enough to look at what other people say about the chapter on Spoiler Tuesday... I don't look at the actual spoilers but just at some comments, foolishly. This week, I can't count the amount of people to complain or hate on the chapter so when I started reading it I was just waiting for whatever to happen that would be "trash"

and the conclusion is

one piece stans should just shut up like seriously oh my god, i literally got chills reading this and I absolutely loved it

Chapter title: Falling on deaf ears

FIRST OF ALL

I'm actually happy that last week's attacks weren't enough to stop Big Mom... it honestly didn't feel like they were. They were really damned cool but it just didn't feel like yeah, okay. this is the fall of a yonko. this is how she gets defeated. So seeing here rise back up was amazing and exciting - like there's no mistaking it. she's a yonko

"I'll let you choose your fate, when this attack is done tickling me. You can either give me 50 years of your lifespans... or you can live on as my slaves"

She proceeds to steal from the souls of everybody around here, except-

It doesn't work on Kid or Law

"You think the last gasps of an old windbag scare me?" (Kid)

"Your death screeches are doing my ear in" (Law)

And then Law does the absolute coolest shit, which is R Room - basically enclosing Big Mom in a room with similar abilites to Corazon's devil fruit, where you can't hear Big Mom outside of the room (Like the man that saved me, he says 😭😭)

And Kid gives her another blast from his cannon

And she ends up falling down all the way to where Yamato and the bombs are- which is the part people complained about and at the same time the part that gave me chills

Sure, she ends up being bombed away from Kanjuro's flame and the bombs

Which leads to her defeat (boohoo ya'll wanted Kid to go 1v1 or them to do something else, shut up)

anyways

the reason this was still amazing and in my opinion an amazing way for her to go down was her speech before the explosions. chills

Are you listening, Roger? Why did you have to go and say all that? The whole world brought it!! "The Great Pirate Era"? Your time was up, so it didn't affect you! All those brats came flooding in, looking for their chance to shine... and you left us to deal with it. The least you could've done was tell us about the one piece you croaked!! It is real... right? What is it? Where is it? Does this country hold some of the answers? Tch, It's so frustrating. Kid, Law! I'll never forgive you for this. You better not think... this is enough to kill me.

CHILLS.

LITERALLY.

AND THAT'S NOT ENOUGH FOR THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE like I said last week, the voice that Momonosuke heard was Zunesha's ahh I'm so cool anyways SO MOMONOSUKE IS TELLING YAMATO ZUNESHA IS CLOSE AND THEN

WHO THE HELL IS JOY BOY AND HOW THE HELL DID HE HAVE A GIANT ELEPHANT AS A COMPANION AND A GIANT SHIP, yeah he's a giant- that's probably, definitely, it. Giant pet elephant; Giant ship; Giant strawhat? Come on now

Break next week unf, anyways great chapter everybody shut up for the next two weeks

[compressingsins]

Trouble Maker

Requested by; @dekuslilhousewife

Pairing; Dom! Daichi x bratty! chubby! fem reader

Warnings; Dom Daichi, sub reader, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, creampie, oral (m!recieving), (Daichi is kind of mean in this, but doesn't means it).

Summary; Daichi, has had a long day at work. When he comes home, he's tired, exhausted but YOU. You think he isn't as tired as he says he is, and now you're really starting to piss him off. Your begging, and nagging, is aggravating him so much. He wants to just relax, and chill but you're just so needy.

You sighed to yourself, the sound of your sigh echoing a little through your empty living room. Only you're home, your boyfriend every since your first years in high school, Daichi Sawamura, is at work. He's on the way though, but you're getting impatient.

His job is hard, besides having coach Ukai asking Daichi to come mentor and help the new first, second, and third years. He has a hell of a lot on his plate, but you... you just really miss him.

The thought of cooking him dinner before he came home, did cross your mind. But you don't feel like it, and you know he probably won't even eat it because he'll be tired, as soon as he walks in.

But not today! Tomorrow, he has the day off so you want him up with you the entire day. Does he see it that way, though? You don't even know, nor do you necessarily care. You just want him UP and awake, enjoying his day off with you.

Laying on the couch with your covers over your body, you sighed, picking up the tv controller to increase the volume. You chucked, hearing a quite vulgar joke from the main character of the cartoon series, Family Guy, that you loved.

Daichi would always complain to you about it. That it's really not appropriate, and since he sometimes act like a dad, he always try to change your channel whenever he catches you watching it. Which is total, dipshit because what the hell? You love that show!

As you were getting into it though, a knock was heard on the door, your eyes darting over. You instantly, jumped from your seat, Family Guy being forgotten in the meantime.

You stood at the door hearing him put the key in from the outside, and turn it until that little click was heard. You smiled brightly, both your hands behind your back just waiting to hug him.

Once the door opened, your face lit up even more. "Welcome home, babe!" You greet-shouted, but when you tried to hug him, he dodged it moving to the side, you almost hitting the door.

You didn't even mind, still smiling at your boyfriend who was exhausted. You followed behind him. "Hey, babe!" You said once more, as the both of you went into the kitchen, him preparing himself a drink. "How was work?" You questioned, leaning on the counter.

He looked at you, with a small smile. "Uh... yeah, it was good, babe-" He informed, you still smiling at him watching him take a glass bottle from one of your cabinets. "-how was yours?"

"It's better now that you're here." You informed him, he smiled with a huff of air coming from his nostrils. He popped the cork to the bottle, you watching his every move while keep looking up at his face. "So, I was thinking... could we possibly-"

"No." He immediately cut you off, which made you gasp. You were slightly confused, but thought he was playing therefore, you walked over to him and hugged him from behind.

"Oh come on, you didn't even let me ask you the question yet, babe."

Daichi sighed. "Well-" He turned to you, and picking up his cup. "-what is it?" He questioned as you let him go to take a step back.

You looked him in the face, still smiling. You were kind of embarrassed to ask this question, for you've never asked this before, so you fiddled with your fingers trying not to mess up with your words.

"I was thinking, since you've got the entire day off-" Daichi hummed, letting you continue. "-why don't we, spend some time together?"

He took a sip of his drink then turned slightly to put it down behind him. As he turned back to you, he shook his head leaving you confused as he walked towards your shared bedroom. "I can't babe, sorry."

You followed behind him, all sad like an unfed puppy dog. "Oh come on babe!" You complained as you both entered your bedroom, him beginning to take off his work clothes which you didn't say nothing about. Well, it's not like you haven't seen him naked before so you didn't care.

He entered the room fully, as you stood at the door. "You've been working so hard, and I just wanna be your..." You looked away, thinking of something to say. "...uh, your stress reliever."

Daichi sighed. "Baby, I'm tired, okay? I've been working all day, and plus!" You crossed your arms with a roll of your eyes. "Coach needed me to help his students, so that's an extra hour of work."

You knew he was right, but you just want to spend some time with your boyfriend. You love him so much, but you do understand where he's coming from. However, your urges, are getting in the way of your understandings.

You watched as he sat down to untie his shoes. "I need your help too, babe!" You pouted like a little kid, knowing he was going to help you, when you did that. So you kept pouting because, he always-

"That cute little pout baby-" He stood up and walked in front of you and caressed your cheek. "-won't work on me today." He pecked your lips, and went into your bathroom that's in the room.

You gasped, following him once again. "How dare you kiss me, and won't help me you asshole!" You complained, all dramatically but you really wanted that kiss, and you definitely want to feel his lips on yours again.

Taking your bottom lip in between your teeth, you leaned agaisnt the wall and crossed your arms, just watching him fumble through everything.

"Because, your lips are mine Y/N-" He boldly said, smirking at you making you blush. Before you could protest, he cut you off. "-and, because you really wanted that kiss, I know."

Your head jerked back. "No I didn't." You tried to sound cold, but only cute to him which made Daichi chuckle. He walked over to you, and caressed your cheek once again.

"Really?" He chucked, and pecked your lips again before walking into your bedroom again. You turned to him, watching as he began unbuttoning his dress shirt.

"Yes really! That kiss, was disgusting..." You lied, and he knew it. You love kisses from Daichi, because to be honest, his lips are actually quite soft. That's the main reason, you love kissing him.

He turned to you, still unbuttoning his shirt. "Come on babe-" You said to him. "-I just want your attention sometimes." You pouted, turning your head to look at anything but him.

"I'm sorry babe, but I'm tired." His reply, which made you sigh and roll your eyes.

You began walking to your door to go into the hallway as you mumbled, "Always neglecting me." Which made your boyfriend gasp.

His voice stopped you in your tracks. "What did you just say to me?" He asked, his tone low and not joking at all. When you didn't answer, he said, "Y/N-" You turning to him slowly, seeing his more than pissed off expression. "-what did you say to me?"

You looked down at the floor. He then walked over to you, and slammed the door behind you, making your entire body jump. You were still looking at the floor, only his legs and feet in sight.

"Did you say, what I think you said?" He questioned, staring down at you. His hand that slammed the door, caging that side of your body in. As soon as he saw you shifting, he slammed his right hand on the other side.

You could see he was shirtless, only his boxers, and pants on. "Look at me, now." His tone extremely cold, your body froze up. "Y/N." He said your name, you slowly began looking up at him.

He looked beyond pissed. His eyes narrowed, his previous smile dropped into a frown. "Why did you say that?" He asked, observing your face.

Your lips started moving, but nothing coming out until you stuttered, "I-I said-"

"Don't, lie to me." You could tell by his tone, that he wasn't freaking playing with you. You jumped a little, knowing you made your boyfriend really upset from that little comment you just had to say. You tried looking down again but, "Uh no-" Your gaze shifting to Daichi. "-look at me, and answer correctly."

"I-I said that-" You gulped harshly. "-you always... neglect me." Even though he heard you say it, he seemed to get even more pissed off, once you repeated yourself.

"And why did you say that, Y/N?"

You closed your eyes and gulped once more. "Because, you never wanna spend time with me-" You stated. "-you always come home, and then go to sleep." You looked away, not turning your head. "It's never, any time spent with me."

Daichi sighed. "You gotta understand Y/N. I'm tired, working nine hours a day, okay?" Yeah, you knew that but like... "I can't speed every second with you, because of my job."

"But-"

"Did I ask you to speak?" Your mouth immediately shut, trying your best to look him in the eyes. "Good girl. Now, how can I spend time with you if I work that many hours?" He questioned, staring you in the eyes deeply.

"I'm your girlfriend-" He gasped, but let you finish. "No matter what, you should find some time to spend with me." You tried to sound like you weren't nervous, but he knew you were but it didn't make him happy or anything.

He suddenly gripped your shoulder. "Daichi, what are-" He cut you off by shoving you down on your knees, your face right in front of his crotch.

"You think I don't know what you want, you fucking whore?" Oh God, he's in the mood but you'd be lying if you said you weren't too. "I see how you strut around me, whenever I get home from work, slut."

You were never really a fan of the name calling, but you tolerated it. Daichi quickly began unbuckleing his belt, your face getting even more flushed. "I'm tired of your shit Y/N-" He said, snatching off his belt, throwing it to the side.

"-you know I'm doing these hours for us." He unbuttoned his pants, zipping down his fly as he yanked his pants down his meaty legs. "I guess you're just too much of an cock hungry whore, to wait until I can spend time with you."

He stepped out of the wholes of his pants, straightening his tone body up. His boxers tent was huge. You know your boyfriend isn't little, bigger than average and he was really hard.

Though, you two only had sex three times in your entire relationship, just because he's forever busy with work. Using both thumbs, he tucked them into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down, his cock slapping against his abdomen making a smack sound.

It was thick, long, and hard leaking insane amounts of pre-cum. You didn't know how to react, his tip an intimidating red.

Your eyes went wide because for some reason, he looks bigger... than the last time, you seen him naked fully. He saw your facial expression, but didn't care at all. Gripping his cock, he jerked it a couple of times, then pointing it directly in your face.

You looked up at him with big innocent eyes. "Suck." He wasn't asking you, he demanded you to suck him off. He wasn't about to tolerate any of your bullshit, so he grabbed your chin with his left hand titling it to look at him, and his cock with the other. "I said, suck." His voice even deeper than before.

You gulped and wrapped your chubby soft fingers around his cock. Instantly, he groaned at the contact. You gave him two warm up pumps of your hand, then slowly maneuvered your mouth to his cock.

He watched your every move, as you took the tip into your mouth, his head titled back as he moaned. You haven't done this before, so you honestly don't know what the hell you're doing. Considering the fact that he's already mad, you're going to do it anyway.

You wrapped your lips around his head, your tongue gliding over his slit collecting his pre-cum. He moaned loudly at this, looking back down at you as you suck his cock.

His right hand caressed the back of your head, only gliding his hand through your hair. His head titled back up, letting you do what you do. Your tongue constantly grazed his slit, his body shivering each time it did.

He began moaning deeply, your free hand grasping the base of his cock, stroking hard and slowly to the tip. His gasp, let you know you where doing good, so you began squeezing his cock harder while stroking it at a medium pace.

His hand gripped some of your hair, you moaned around his tip, earning a moan from Daichi. You felt as if you needed to do now, so you grasped his cock with both of your hands, tugging and pulling up to the base, as you sucked his tip.

Daichi bit his lip trying to conceal his moans, but was failing each time you pumped him harder. Then, both his hands grasped the back of your head, as he began thrusting himself into your mouth.

You tried your best to keep a hold of his cock, which you did. His rough thrusting of his hips making saliva drip from your mouth, but he didn't care. "This is what you -Ah- wanted isn't it, Y/N?~" He asked between thrust, and moans.

You were struggling to breathe, but he still didn't care. He stood still, just to continue pulling your head back and forth on his cock. His tip hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag and push on his legs. "Stop complaining, and take whatever the fuck I give you, slut."

He was panting like a bitch in heat, your eyes closed tightly trying to breathe through your nose. "You wanted my attention, ahhh-" He moaned deeply. "-and now... I'm giving it to you!" His voice cracked at the end, as he liked your nose agaisnt his abdomen.

Your nose pressing agaisnt abdomen, his body jerking and you feeling the back of your throat heat up with his cum. Thick spurts went down your throat, you trying your best to not spit it up.

Daichi was breathing heavily, gently rocking his hips into your mouth getting out all his cum. His eyes were closed tightly, and so were yours. "Take it all, Y/N." He said, slowing his hips until finally, he came to a stop. He stayed inside your mouth for about five seconds, then slowly began pushing you off.

Once you fell on your back coughing, Daichi instantly picked you up and tossed you onto the bed. You tried sitting up, but he grabbed your wrist and pinned you down, staring into your eyes. He was still mad, but not as much since you just gave him one of his best orgasms ever.

Your eyes were narrowed a bit, due to the abuse of your throat. You coughed, but Daichi put his hand over your mouth. "I don't want you to swallow, or spill a drop of my cum until we're done, you got me?"

You nodded obediently, not wanting him to break your plush body. When he sees it completely exposed to only his eyes, he can't control himself like at all. You're only wearing a big t-shirt, his, and panties because why not?

"Actually-" Daichi tapped your thigh. "-I want you on your stomach, now." You obeyed without hesitation. As you did, you felt him slide your shirt up over your plush ass. His hand grip your right cheek, him humming in satisfaction of the jiggle.

You gasped, for he smacked your left cheek hard but you still didn't open your mouth. "You're so beautiful, Y/N." Daichi complimented, like he always does you when you're doing something like this.

He's well aware of your insecurities, but he also knows you don't have any when it's just you and him. Though, he still wants you to know it. Your cunt was leaking of your fluids, and spasming from desperation.

Daichi hooked a finger in the middle band of your panties, you moaning at the contact his finger made with your clit. To be honest, you know you aren't prepared for this. You and Daichi haven't had sex in a while, and you know you aren't prepped for this.

You haven't been pleasuring yourself, because you know it wouldn't feel as good as Daichi's cock. Your body jerked forward, once you felt spit drip down and into your clenching hole.

Daichi smirked at hearing your cute little sounds. He gripped his cock, that was still hard, and began jerking himself off a little then spit on it too. His left hand went to your lower back to hold you in place.

He stared down at his cock as he held you down, while jerking himself. You were getting impatient, but as if he could read your mind, you could feel his tip intruding in your heaven.

Your thighs squeezed together, his cock feeling thicker than it looked and felt in your mouth. Daichi groaned whilst closing his eyes, still pushing himself deep into you. Your hands bawled into fist, eyes clenching shut as his thick cock ripped your insides.

You reached both hands back trying to get him to stop, because it was slightly hurting, but he grabbed both your hands and pushed them into the empty spaces beside your head. "Don't try and stop me Y/N-" He groaned in your ear. "-this is what you wanted, so you're gonna fucking take it."

His hips reared back, as he then pushed forward almost knocking the breath out of you. Your eyes clenched tighter, your forehead pressing agaisnt the mattress, with sweat seeping from your pores.

His grip on your wrist tightened, as he began thrusting harder, your cervix already being abused and he's barely started. "You can't- ah- take it, babe?" He asked almost mocking you, but you couldn't say anything back.

Daichi chuckled, thrusting slowly but slamming in hard, almost penetrating right through the entrance of your womb. Your head was fuzzy, the veins of his cock tickling your plush, slippery, wet walls. He began kissing your neck. "Your little pussy-" One hard thrust. "-is mine." And another hard thrust.

You were about to scream because he increased his pace. His thick tip hitting your g-spot repeatedly. Your walls now clenching tightly on him. "You about to cum Y/N?" He asked, chuckling letting go of your wrist only to wrap his left arm around your body, and his right hand went to your clit.

Your body jerked forehead, yours own hands went to the sides of your head. Daichi was kissing, and tattooing hickeys over your entire back. "Come on babe-" He said with a particular hard thrust that had you almost clenching your fist, until it was about to pop literally.

"-I know you wanna- ah! cum~" Your walls clenching down tighter on him as he sat up a little, his left hand gripping your hip and the right one still rubbing circle eights on your clit.

Your body was on fire. His cock was grazing your insides slowly, but when he went back in, his tip would hit your cervix with a brutal amount of force. "I'll make you cum~" His hips began snapping into yours, that you actually tried getting away.

He gripped your hip with his right hand, penetrating you deeply with an increased new speed of pace. He would occasionally go slow, if he felt himself about to cum again, but then go faster once it went away so he could make you cum.

His hand smacked your ass, a snack that sent a jolt of electricity to your clenching cunt. "Cum~" Daichi demanded, and on que, you came all over his cock. Your eyes streamed slight tears, and you accidentally swallowed his cum because of the insane amount of pleasure.

Your orgasm was intense, his hips going slowly, but don't think he didn't notice you swallowed his cum. He stopped for a second, holding himself still deep inside of you. "Y/N-" You looked back at him. "-you swallowed my cum... didn't you?"

You nodded, hesitantly. "Y-yes..." You couldn't help it. The way he was bruising your g-spot, literally made you feel like you were in heaven.

Daichi smiled. "I thought I told you not to-" His smile wasn't very convincing at all. "Well then~" Daichi began snapping his hips into yours again, he pace relentless.

Your eyes snapped open. "Ba-" You couldn't get your words out, his cock demolishing your insides. You were full on crying now, the overstimulation ripping through your entire body.

"Shhhhh-" He moaned out. "-you can't even follow simple rules, Y/N." He groaned out, his tip bumping your cervix with every push and pull of his cock. You tried sitting up, doing anything to stop going because the overstimulation was too much.

However, he pushed your head into the mattress. "No, baby-" He said, with a hard thrust and then slow, deep, grinds of his hips. "-you was begging me for attention, and now you have it." He moaned out the last word, now reaching his limit.

But then, Daichi pulled out. You were relived... until he flipped you on your back and instantly, sunk himself deep inside you again. "Babe!!!" You moaned out, your back arching tremendously.

He was so deep in you, you could bet he was in your stomach. His cock was humping your g-spot hard, your hands went to his back pulling him down on top of you.

"Don't complain-" Daichi's thrust became even more violent, and deep. You were borderline screaming, but he loved it. His hand went to your clit, padding at it as your back arched. "-I love you so much, Y/N."

You couldn't even say it back. Your mind was blank, the only thing you felt was his warm body, and his massive cock probing your cervix. You were about to cum, but this time, it was coming more violently.

"Daichi! It's- it's too much!" He put his hand over your mouth, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You were being so loud, and you couldn't help it at all because of him.

You were cumming, and so was Daichi. His pace increased, and he wasn't even concerned with the pre-cum dripping out of his tip, that's destroying your cervix.

Your eyes were wide as hell. You were kind of afraid of the pleasure, Daichi's cock absolutely abusing your cervix. His eyes were even watering up, not really able to handle the tight squeeze of your plush and wet walls.

His free thumb went to your click, massaging it reluctantly and that was it. Your second orgasm almost murdering you, as you literally saw white light you were about to go towards.

Daichi came as well, his body jerking violently as his hips keep it's pace, until it slowed. He was moaning in your ear loudly, both your orgasms intense and probably the best you've ever had. "I love you... I love you so much, Y/N!" He moaned, the overstimulation a little too much for the both of you.

He removed his hand from your mouth. You stuttered, "I-I love you... too!" Daichi sat up, still buried inside of you, looking down at you while his hips still moved a bit. Your arms were on his triceps, both of your eyes closed tightly as he rid you of your overstimulated orgasms.

Once he washed over you both, he stopped and fell on top of you. The both of your eyes still closed, as you tried catching your breath. Your hands were on his back, having him as close to you as possible.

You could feel his cock softening inside of you, but he still didn't pull out. He sat up, and looked you in the eyes. "I love you, Y/N. So so much."

You smiled and leaned forward to peck him on the lips. "I love you too, Daichi." You both smiled at each other as you kissed again. But, Daichi sat up on the palm of his hands, looking in between both of your connected bodies.

You looked too, and your hands went to his chest as be began moving again. "Daichi!" You screamed moaned, but he grabbed your hands planting them to your sides.

"We're not done, Y/N-" His hips snapping into yours. "Not until you stop being the trouble you are, and knowing that I don't neglect you."

You came at least, twenty times that day. Honestly, you don't even remember, because he never stopped. Not until like six thirty, the next day. You couldn't handle it, and passed out a lot but he just thrusted you away.

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Well then, that was a bit much! It was so detailed, what the hell is wrong with me?! Anyways, @dekuslilhousewife, I hope you liked this. I don't know, if it turned out how you wanted it to, but I do hope you like it! Request, anytime! (But not now..)

[trashytummiez]

Story Prompt: Mina does the Coke and Mentos challenge and ends up with a bubbly belchy belly afterwards.

Warning: contains belly kink bloating burps fluff hiccups indigestion nausea tummy play tummy rubs

"Is it recording?" Mina asked in her casual wares standing in a field.

Kirishima gave a thumbs up from behind his phone whilst recording his girlfriend.

Mina grinned and waved back at the camera. "Hiiiii guys! Soooo we read your comments on the last challenge video and since so many of you requested it we're gonna tackle the coke and mentos challenge!" She held up a thick 2 liter bottle of diet coke with a pack of mentos. "Seems easy enough don'tcha think?"

"You got this dude!" Kirishima encouraged her from behind the camera.

"Let's find out!" Mina said excitedly then pouted at the camera. "If I get sick though I'm totally blaming this on Mineta. Don't act like you weren't one of the commentators you little purple creep!"

Her pout turned to an eager and confident grin.

"Anyway! Let's do this!"

She opened the mentos pack and popped a mentos into her mouth.

"Now I keep hearing mixed things that you're not supposed to chew them or anything right? So," she dipped her head back and swallowed the mentos whole which made a tiny lump emerge from the front of her pink neck until it sank down her gullet with a light squelch. Mina popped another mentos into her mouth and did the same thing of swallowing it whole. She did that for about five or six mentos then huffed softly. "Wow swallowing those whole doesn't feel the best," she complained rubbing her throat softly but that discomfort was short lived. "But that should make them more reactive so lets get this challenge started for reals!"

Now came the fun part.

Mina cracked open her 2 liter bottle of diet coke and lifted it up to her lips so she could begin chugging it down. She rested her eyes shut as she took in big thick gulps of soda. Her throat throbbed and rippled with the passage of fizzy diet sugar water flowing down her gullet all at once.

"Wow you're really guzzlin' that stuff down!" Kirishima exclaimed with an impressed whistle.

Mina continued chugging at an impressive rate. She got the soda down to its label in one go without stopping and Kirishima cheering her on for every second of her chugging.

Eventually she pulled the bottle away and panted so heavily that some soda dribbled from her mouth. In the midst of her panting she gave a short but foamy sounding burp. She covered her mouth after then immediately blew her hand back with a massive burp. That one belted out of her so hard that Kirishima would've sworn that even he could feel it.

The boy laughed heavily behind the camera. "Gahahahah! Dude nice! That was real manly!"

"Whew! Wow!" Mina exclaimed and patted her tummy in an impressed sort of way. "Ungh man that was so loud!"

"How're ya feelin' so far?" Kirishima asked.

Mina rubbed her stomach experimentally and pouted in contemplation. "Kinda full but..." she paused while she rubbed and gave a look of discomfort. Then she gripped her stomach a little more firmly and gave another powerful burp that left her panting and left Kirishima laughing. "Unf...'kay I'm definitely feelin' a lil bubbly," Mina admitted and rubbed her belly gently from side to side. Then she grinned again. "But nothin' I can't handle!"

So she went back to swigging her beverage down. Mina could always get a lot of liquids down since her body burned through whatever she ate slightly faster from the acid she secretes warming her body temperature up. The more soda filled her tummy up though the more the mentos began to react. By not chewing them up first those minty shells fizzed with the soda in her stomach and reacted much more violently than they otherwise would have. It was getting so bad that Kirishima could actually hear Mina's belly gurgling from where he was standing.

"Dude I think I can actually hear yer stomach gurglin'! This is pretty intense ain't it," Kirishima asked.

Mina nodded while she chugged her bottle down. One hand rested on her tummy and rubbed it softly up and down. It was beginning to look bloated from both the soda she's downed and all the bubbles filling her up. And the churning noises were only getting louder by the second.

She eventually had to pull away again and catch her breath. Only for a grizzly sounding burp to erupt out of her mouth with extreme force. Mina gasped when that one left her system then patted her belly and burped again. "Oooh dude I don't feel good," Mina complained and held her bloated tummy with both hands. She held a hand over her mouth and gave an incredibly thick closed mouth burp.

Kirishima frowned with concern for her girlfriend. "D'ya wanna stop? We can take a break or call it quits. I don't want'cha gettin' sick or anything."

But Mina shook her head. She opened her mouth to start speaking but ended up burping hard instead which made her cover her mouth. "Nuh uh. Plus ultra right? It's just some silly challenge. Nothing we can't-" Mina interrupted herself with a large burp then covered her mouth again. "...Unf...handle."

She brought the bottle stubbornly to her lips and was about to chug but had to stop and burp again. One thing was certain this challenge was making her incredibly gassy. But that didn't stop her.

Mina powered on through. She guzzled the drink down while the fizz in her belly intensified. Her stomach was expanding more from the carbonation and all the soda she was drinking to the point where her normally flat tummy was looking a little round behind her tight shirt.

She continued chugging with a fiery look of determination in her eyes.

Kirishima cheered her on inspired by that very determination. "You got this dude! What's a lil soda compared to a hero right?!"

...He got really inspired by her determination.

It was getting painful though. The churning bubbling in Mina's tummy was growing aggressive with a sickly acidity to it. It made her throat feel sour and raw with a light burning in her chest.

But still Mina chugged on without any signs of quitting.

Until she somehow managed to down every last drop of the bottle. After swallowing the rest down she flipped the bottle upside down and shook it to show not a drop fall out.

"Ha! Done...!" Mina panted confidently yet exhaustedly. Suddenly she dropped the bottle and her hands flew to her belly in time for the girl to unleash the single loudest and longest burp she'd ever uttered clocking in at ten seconds straight!

Kirishima fell in love with her all over again.

"...Dude. That was the manliest thing I've ever seen...!" he muttered in absolute awe.

Mina just gasped like she was out of breath then burped again.

"God I feel so bloated," Mina moaned and took a moment to massage her bloated tummy with both hands. But she managed a grin back at the camera. "Okay guys! Challenge beaten!" She paused to give a really deep closed mouth burp that rumbled heavily behind her lips. "Ungh...mostly. Anyway! If you have any other challenges you wanna see me or my boyfriend doing hit us up in the comments below! And as always th-aaAAAAAANKsss-for watching...!"

Kirishima snickered when Mina accidentally burped the word 'thanks' out but that seemed like as good a time as any to stop recording.

The second he did Kirishima put the phone in his pocket and helped Mina sit down on the grass so he could help her feel a little better. He very gently started to rub her tummy up and down while she leaned back and groaned.

"Ooooooh I don't feel good..." Mina groaned out. Her stomach gurgled thickly in agreement.

"I'll bet. That sounds gnarly..." Kirishima admitted. He gently rubbed over the rounded crest of Mina's stomach using the heel of his palm to knead into it as he rubbed. "Still. Ya did a real good job! That was so manly the way ya powered through yer own discomfort like that!"

Mina turned her head and held a fist against her mouth in time to let rip a big closed mouth burp that she could barely contain behind her lips. The sound rumbled in her mouth heavily for a few seconds and left her breezily blowing the gas off to the side. "Unnngh...urhp...I'd call it a draw really. The challenge is kinda kicking my butt right now..."

"Naw you got this," Kirishima encouraged her and kneaded an especially tense part of her belly. The burp that the pink girl released after that was so strong that even Kirishima could feel it reverberating in his own body.

"Ohhhh that felt good," Mina moaned palming the side of her tummy in a deeply satisfied way.

Kirishima grinned while he kneaded her belly some more to help work more gas out. "Hahah~ I love that."

"What me burping?"

"Naw! Like-well okay that's pretty awesome too-but like the way ya don't get all embarrassed by it even though we're out in public. It's so fearless and manly!"

Mina giggled and instantly regretted it when the giggles jiggled her tummy around and made her hiccup. She covered her mouth but managed a grin back at Kirishima. "Got a thing for tomboys do ya?"

The red-haired boy scratched his cheek and blushed lightly. "...Kinda."

"Well for the record I have a thing for manly boys like you. So..." Mina leaned over and kissed Kirishima's cheek making the boy blush even harder than he already was.

She grinned satisfied but her belly gave another painfully gaseous grumble that left her groaning with discomfort. "Ohhhh man that still feels rough..."

"Here lemme help," Kirishima said.

He eagerly kneaded into Mina's tummy sliding his hand under her shirt so he could knead his fingers directly against her soft pink stomach. His fingers were hardened ever so slightly by focusing his hardening quirk into them. Kirishima compressed them into the tightest part of Mina's belly hoping to unknot her stomach muscles.

But in the process of pressing into her belly like that he dislodged a sizable pressure pocket.

Mina lurched sharply when that happened and covered her mouth like she was about to be sick. Instead her hand was blown back as she let out a giant record breaking burp. It carried on for several seconds. Not as long as that ten second burp she gave when she finished the bottle but around there and arguably louder and gassier. In fact Kirishima could feel the gas exiting so hard from her stomach that he felt her flesh jiggle ever so slightly. The feeling had him blushing even harder.

When that enormous gas bubble had been dislodged from her tummy Mina gasped breathlessly like a weight had been lifted from her stomach. Then she slapped her belly with one hand and gave another huge burp. And with that came another long throaty burp. That massive displacement of air caused the rest of the air in her stomach to come rushing up.

After letting out one last especially lengthy burp Mina flopped backwards onto her back with her arms at her sides and sighed heavily.

"Hhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh...ohhhhh that feels soooooooo much better..."

Kirishima grinned a big fang-filled grin and gave her a thumbs up. "Dude that was epic!"

Mina smiled heavenly back at Kirishima. "Couldn't have done it without my manly man's help."

At this rate Kirishima was blushing so hard that his face was matching his red hair after a while.

[shorkbrian]

Also hi I watched Chaos Walking yesterday and WOOF Mads Mikkelsen can get it unf.

But then I was also like fantasizing like.... what if all the women were gone..... and some men just couldn’t handle their urges without some sort of outlet?

Like I could see this with Denki.

“You’re really pretty, for a boy I mean. You almost look like a girl.” Is something he says in passing, almost like a joke, or, you hope it’s a joke. You laugh it off either way, forget about it, don’t think about it.

“Don’t you ever get tired of fucking your fist?” And yeah, that’s an odd question, but when he poses it to the Bakusquad, they all agree, so it’s not a weird thing to say apparently.

“I wish girls were still around, I just wanna fuck someone, I don’t wanna die a virgin.” He’ll lament, before getting hit with a barrage of empty soda cans.

“Virgin? Denki, you’ve fucked your way through the entire school.” Sero snorts, and Bakugou scoffs.

“Yeah, you’re a fuckin’ man-whore Pikachu.”

Denki sighs dramatically, flopping backwards onto the bed. “But that was before, when there were still girls. I’m so pent up, I think my balls are gonna burst.”

Kirishima shakes his head, goes back to the game on his phone. “You’re a perv, Denki.”

And that’s that.

You catch the odd staring, his heated looks, how he tries to find excuses to touch your skin. 

“You’re all soft, you have really nice skin.” Is his justification.

In the locker rooms, you take to waiting until everyone leaves before you start to change, just because Denki spends too much time with his eyes roving over your form.

You’re expecting it, really, when he comes knocking at your dorm.

“Have you ever thought of getting fucked?”

It’s such a blatant, no-filter question, exactly the kind of thing Denki says on the regular. Still, you sputter, face going red.

“Denki, you’re very handsome, but I only feel for you as a frien-”

“But have you thought about it? Ever had any dreams?”

He’s so bold, kicking his feet, nonchalant, as if you and him are talking about something as mundane as the weather, or your grades.

“I just think that you’d be really good at it, y’know? You have a really feminine figure.”

“Denki....” You start, giving him a glance. “I’m not a girl, I don’t have the necessary... um... bits...”

The blonde laughs, leans forward. “C’mon, you’ve never heard of gay sex? You get fucked in the ass - I’ve heard it doesn’t even hurt if you use lots of lube.”

You’re silent, don’t know how to respond. You’ve never really thought about it before, but then again, your sex drive isn’t as high as some other guys, specifically Denki.

“Would you let me?” Denki’s far too close, had moved from your desk chair to sit next to you on your bed, leaning into your space. You lean away.

“What?”

“Fuck you.”

It takes a moment for you to realize that the blonde isn’t cursing at you. No, he’s propositioning you.

“Uhhh-” Is all you manage.

“I bought a bunch of new lube, and I’ve actually looked stuff up. I know, “Denki doing homework” isn’t a common sight, but I’m serious about this.”

He’s rambling on, completely oblivious to your discomfort as you’re seated next to him. “I think it’ll be good for both of us, really.

With that, he stands, gives you a smile, pats your head. “See you tomorrow then. And don’t worry about the details, I’ll bring all the stuff we need!”

The Bakusquad (Is it really the Bakusquad without Mina?) ribbed you about it the second they saw you.

“You’re really gonna let Sparky near your ass? Dumbass.” Bakugou barked out, and you immediately cringed. Had Denki told them about him asking you? You hadn’t even really said yes!

“Tell me how it feels-” Kiri interjects, popping another handful of chips into his mouth. “I’m kinda lookin’ for some stress relief m’self.”

Bakugou smacks the redhead across the back of his head. “Shut the fuck up.”

And that’s your cue to leave.

Denki knocks on your door again a few days later, and you barely open it an inch before he’s almost knocking you over in his excitement to come in, his backpack slung across his shoulder.

He dumps the contents out on the bed, and you blanch, turning to your friend to begin explaining that you aren’t comfortable with this, that you aren’t willing, that Denki’s just a friend-

But the blonde is too excited, already pushing at you, knocking you off balance as his lips press to yours, warm and smooth with chapstick, berry flavored.

His hands wander into your clothes, unbuttoning your shirt as you try to distance yourself, unzip your pants even though your grab at his wrists.

“Denki, wait-”

“Can you put on the girl’s uniform? I think I got a size that’ll fit you. Here, lemme help.” And small hands are tugging your own shirt off, quickly replacing it with the girls version, trapping you within a cloth prison. It’s a bit too small for you, arms a bit too big, shirt a bit too short, riding up and exposing your tummy.

You yelp when Denki rips down your pants, along with your boxers. Trying to cover yourself with your hands is a lost cause though, because Denki just smiles up at you, grapples with you until he can pin your hands to your thighs.

“You’re so small down here, you really are like a girl! I bet you’ll look so cute in panties-”

You try to fight him as he guides you into the panties, try to tell him no as he slips your legs into a skirt.

But your friend won’t listen, easily avoids your trembling, thrashing limbs.

You’re face down before you know it, skirt flipped up past your ass, panties pushed to the side.

Denki’s got a finger in your ass, slick with lube, and it feels so wrong, doesn’t feel good, and you don’t want to cry like a bitch, but it almost hurts, and burns, and the stretch is too much-

But it’s not like Denki’s going to listen to you telling him to slow down.

Everything is happening so fast, and your head spins. You don’t want this. You don’t want this. You don’t want this.

It doesn’t hurt too bad, especially when Denki pulls his finger out to squeeze more lube across your hole. He pushes two fingers in this time though, and you keen as the stretch becomes painful, too tight.

“Just relax, you’re doing great. You’re all soft inside, like a girl. You know you’re sucking my fingers in, right? Knew you wanted this.”

He won’t shut up, and you try to drown out his voice as he stretches you out, holds down your back with his other hand so you can’t move around too much.

When he thinks you’re ready, (which you definitely don’t think you are) his fingers pull free, more lube is squirted onto your hole.

There’s a sticky, rhythmic squelch that you recognize as the sound of someone jerking off, but before you can look back, Denki’s lining himself up, teasing your ass with the head of his cock.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow.” He tells you, flashing a wink your way. “Gonna make me cum if I shove in all at once.”

That’s comforting.... sort of (not really).

He refuses to touch your dick at first, but finally relents and wraps his hand around it right before he comes, calling it your “clit” and cooing at you like you were some dumb little girl as you shook beneath him.

When Denki finally finishes, he pats your shoulder, says something about doing this again sometime “You’re real good at this.”. 

You just collapse against your bed, too tired and spent to argue with him.

[theharemofmakotonaegi]

Makoto, have you ever had two girls scissor around your cock at once?

"Of course. Junko and Miu do it all the time."

Makoto's tall dick stood like a flag pole with Miu and Junko on their backs with their panties off. They pushed their pussies onto his cock, Miu with her left leg over Junko's left and Junko's right over Miu's left. They raised their hips up and down at the same time, their own cum coating Makoto's cock like oil. Even pressing their pussies as hard as they could against his rod they couldn't completely surround its thick, wrist like shaft.

"Fuck this dick! I could fuck it all day," Miu moaned out while pressing her pussy as much against it as she could.

Junko swiveled her hips, her pussy burning with lust just as much as when she fucks Makoto. "I know right? I could give up my talent and just become his personal sleeve. Ah~"

Miu took that as a challenge, spitting out her words. "Hahaha! You think YOU would be his unf~ cock sleeve? Makoto only deserves the biggest boobed hottie aaah~ out of the bunch to do that."

Junko bit back. "Oh yeah? Tits aren't the only thing umph~, even though my boobs are big enough. You need some techNIIIIque~"

Junko and Miu started arguing who was better at fucking Makoto, increasing their paces still in time but stroking his cock with their slutty pussies like they would die if they didn't.

"Girls, please," Makoto got out with his eyes shut. He was about to cum from how active they were getting.

A spray came out from Makoto, thick ropes of cum splashing out high and fast one after another. They splattered all over the bed, as well as all over Junko and Miu's faces, stomachs, legs, and thighs. They kept their mouths open, getting some of it down their throats and drinking it up. Even when he was finished cumming, the two kept scissoring him knowing that it was still hard and ready to cum. His endless supply of cum and their extremely high libidos were not going to go down that easily.