#after i told her i wouldnt run it without being there

[faggotslime]

Caught my LL on video saying 'anyone can come in' to my apartment

[katarzynakrzysztofa]

Kokushibo x Reader fic

Smut, non-con but she consents at the end?, aphrodisiacs, kidnapping, blowjob, riding, he calls her pet once, mild injury, yandere if you squint.

Description: Reader goes out to train, gets kiddnapped, gets injured, healer demon gives her aphrodusiac and she gets fucked :))) thats all.

I've always wanted to become a swordmen or more specifically a swordswoman, Watching my father training was one of my favorate activies! even though my father focused on my older brother in teaching the art of swordmenship I alwasy listen thoroughly. Despit my efforts to convince my father of teaching me aswell, I was rejected "A young lady such as yourself shouldnt be thinking about swords!" My father scolded me and force me to take lessons with my mother in cooking, cleaning, sewing and ect. While I enjoied these activities I didnt want this to be my future! So going against my Fathers wishes I went and took one of the spare wooden swords and went to the forest.

It felt amazing! Being able to wield a sword even if its just a wooden one is like a dream come true! I picked a location within the forest near a lake with lots of fresh fishes swimming within it. I practiced hard with my stance, remembering my fathers words towards my brother... "Keep a tight grip on your sword and legs, spread them apart and bend your knees slighty", as I recall all those intructions I put them in motion, and swing my arms towards a tree I choose as my spare buddy, I strike the tree with all the forces in my body... A scratch! I did it, I was actually able to successfully strike my 'opponent'! while I was celebrating, I didnt notice how much time went on, and while time flew on I continued to train without a thought in the world. While training a sharp branch stab her arm, "AH!" the woman shouted, she looked down and saw the branch pierce through her arm thats when she noticed how late it was "Father will get mad.. espcially after having a branch stab me.."

I looked through my bag that I brought with me and tried to heal or atleast stop the bleeding, I did so wrapping my arm in a bandage, was it good? no, did it stop the bleeding? yes. I thought it was enough as I ran through the forest to get home faster.

While running I heard footsteps... silent but it was so quiet in the forest it was noticible, I got worried at that.. someone was in this forest with me at at this hour. No, It might just be an animal, I thought to reassure myself and my safety.. I increased my speed just in case...

The footsteps sounded closer.. louder.. faster than mine, This cant be an animal, no.. I looked behind me to find a tall figure running towards me, A figure 2x my size running at me at full speed made me worry but when it came closer.. I saw no ordinary man.. no, I saw a man with six eyes staring right at my own eyes with the word number on written on the middle ones. My eyes widden in horror as my body freezes like a dear being hunted by a lion. The figure noticed my sudden stillness and stoped aswell, we were just staring at each other for a momment.

My mind went wild on what to do, If I ran I wouldnt be able to out speed it. I cant fight it with a wooden sword. All thats left is... death.. As the forest stayed silent I spoke out "What are you? Why are you chasing me!" I said, almost at the verge of crying, It was the end this was demon she was sure of it, She heard stories about monsters that hide within the shadows in morning and hunt at night, her own mother believed and told her about this but she believe them.. who would? The mans voice broke my thoughts "your blood caught my attention.. Rare blood". Attention? Her thoughts ran wild that she didnt notice the demon disappeared, and in the end she was knocked out.

It was no use, she was now somewhere unrecognizable, maybe a room. It had a bed and night stand in the corner, I was tied to a chair and had a gag in my mouth to keep me from screaming, I was scared as the demon left me alone for while.. I hope.. I hope were not in demon teritory!! As I was worrying about my stituation The six eyed man came back.. with another figure.. A demon perhaps?

"This person will.. heal your injuries.." The six eyed man said, injuries..? right. The thing that attracted the demon towards me. How could I forget

The demon walked towards me with a vile, A pink slimy substance was inside. "Now this will heal your injuries my dear.. but, it does have some side effects.." the demon said with a smug look. Side effects? I looked at him confused as the demon continued " you will feel some.. difference with your body, you might feel sick or.. aroused, it depends on the person taking the vile after all". What.

he took my gag out and forced the vile down my throat and left afterwards, leaving me and the six eyed demon alone. It felt.. weird.. VERY weird. "How are you feeling? feeling the side effects already?" he questioned. Dizzy.. and inflamed.. "I dont.. I feel hot.. is that normal..?" I said with a flushed face, "Ah." the demon sighed.

"You feel sexually aroused no..?" The demon said quietly, "No! I feel fine!" I obviously lying, moving around trying to free my hands, rubbing my thighs together to stimulate the heat I was currently feeling. The demon walked towards me, ripped the ropes that tied me and lifted my onto his strong arms, "Oh.." I sighed.. The feeling of another person let alone a demon felt amazing.. "I can smell your arousal.. theres no need to lie"

No! I cant feel such things for a demon! He might be attractive but that doesnt change the fact that he is a man eating demon that kiddnapped you! I tried to move away from his body "Are you rejecting me? Are you sure you will be able.. to handle yourself?" He said with a smirk, rubbing your thighs "...No.." I said quietly as I buried my face on his shoulders accpeting the faith I had. "Thats what I thought... Let me make this a special night for you as he kissed me passionately, I wrap my arms around his shoulders as support as I return this kiss.

He was bitting my lip gently as I opened my mouth allowing him access to my thoart, he quickly enters his tongue and took over my mouth, my body felt like it was on fire, A fire that would burn brighter until someone put her out, and this man right infornt of her, dominanting me and my body is the only one who can help me.

Before he took my clothes off he asked "Are you sure about this? This will definately change your life if you do... give yourself"

"Yes! please I cant handle it anymore.." I whimpered out as I felt my panties dampend.

He smiles gently before his smile turned into a lustful one, he ripped my clothes off in a swift motion, This night will DEFINATLEY change things.

(time skip)

I was moaning over and over again as my back was pressed on his sheets, he was pounding my pussy roughly "Do you enjoy this, pet?" he asked in a low dark voice, all I could respond with was a whimper that sounded like a yes as he laughted softly at that response, I've never had a man take me like this before, so passionately and rough. His dick was Big.. very big it hurt, but it also felt so good..

I was drooling as he changed our position, leaving me on top, I quickly bounced up and down to feed into my heat, the heat that didnt go out. I held onto his chest as support as I rolled my head back and let out a loud moan. "Nghh.. Ahh..! Its too muchh..!~" I said in a maon, I felt his hands grope my chest and play with my harden nipples.

He took my left breast on his mouth, licking, biting, pulling. It was an experience indeed.. The stimulation of riding his hard dick while he was playing with my breast brought me to my climax. "Im cumming! Im cumming! I cant hold it anymore!" I screamed, "Then cum" he said looking straight into my eyes while licking my breast, I squirted all my juice out leaving my pussy juice all over his dick, pelvis, and thighs with the loudest moan. I collapse on top of him panting.. he held my body tight.. I too hugged his body, I was about to fall asleep until "No,no no.. dont fall asleep now.. the night has just began, we have so much to do."

We fucked all night, he put me in so many different positions I thought I was a whore being bought and used.. like I was his play toy, maybe I was.. Im happy thought I loved it.

At the end, I was covered in his semen as was my insides aswell.

I was currently cleaning his large dick with my mouth sucking him gently as I ran my tongue on his cock, He was grunting softly, holding my hair up and pushing my me deeper than I already was, I moan softly as I closed my eyes, my jaw was sore and tired from having been stretch for so long.

I looked up and saw the demon with all his eyes lightly shut and he looked dazed, it was cute and hot at the same time honestly.. He then trusted into my mouth gently and slowly until he got a rythm, I stayed still talking it like the good pet I am, pleasing her master. Oh I feethe heat is starting to light up again.. He started pounding my mouth, his dick bulging on my throat and finally after a few thrust he came inside my mouth, the feeling of his thick, sticky, hot cum going down my throat was so arousing, I started touching my pussy as I stared at his moaning. Fingering myself and atlast came too.

I took his cock out of my mouth, kissing the tip of his dick before letting it go, He then laid down on the bed panting, I crawled up to him and laid on top of him pushing my body on his and wrapping my arms around his neck. He then placed his hands on my waist holding me. Our sweaty body mixed with cum were embracing each other. "I still dont know your name, mister.." I said quietly as I buried my face on his chest.

"Kokushibo" he answered quietly, "You may call me Kokushibo."

Does this make sense? No. :))

[gamblersdoll]

I think about Guts resting under a tree after a battle, and in the lake in front of him, a naked reader bathing in the lake’s water, So he can't help himself

nsfw, shy reader

I ♡ u 🤭

masturbation (m) , blowjobs, guts is a little feral in this so. guts point of view.

i have to lay down, somewhere, somehow.

maybe i did overdo it this time. i never realized how much swinging or effort it took to swing this sword around. yet, it feels like i accomplished something from it. yeah, i did— i protected her. i protected the love of my life. the strongest woman i knew– no, the woman who made me feel like i was worth something.

my eyes look up, finding a large tree. shit, thats a big ass fuckin’ tree. but it can work. i feel myself lay against it, my muscles finally getting the rest they probably deserve. i look to my missing arm, the bionic metal replacing it. fuck, ill have to fix it or some shit. my eyes can close, finally.

a rustle of water is heard, what the fuck was that? my eyes shot open, looking over and around the entirety of the landscape. not this shit again, i just sat the hell down and im still being bothered—

oh, its you—

the water ran down your body, fuck. you look too damn good right now. can i even stand? well shit, did you even know i was here? probably not.

did the water feel warm, beautiful? i hope it does, the way your body just relaxes into it. and the way you let the water run through your hair, you look like a goddess, beautiful. never seen anything like this, at least not for a long while.

fuck, now another muscle is aching. all because of you. first i protected you, now i want to fuck my fist just to see you wash your body.

and it seemed like the water had some type of effect on your skin, it looks like your own worries or ponders washed away when the water hit the curve of your back. please— please dont moan like that.

my arm moves on its own, pulling my cock– the cock i wanted inside of you out, slowly but tightly pumping the length. shit, i need you. needed you all the fucking time. dont you know that? probably not. sometimes you werent the brightest color of the flowers, yet you were still the most beautiful, and elegant one.

shit!—

“oh shit—“ you hurry to get your clothes, but i waved my hands, hoping you wouldnt. “im sorry, i didnt see you..” its okay, my beloved.

my lips crash to yours, hand and metal curving around your body as it feels too good to even pull away. your small hands, fuck were they soft and tiny, they curved around my neck. please, please keep touching me.

your smaller body kneeled to me. did you ever know how fucking attractive that is to a man? seeing the love of his life kneel to suck his cock? you women didnt know how much that can please a man. a man that loved you would know. fuck!

your lips wrapped around my cock, sucking around me as i gripped your hair. was this too tight, no, you wanted me to grip harder, thats what you told me with a mouthful of dick. shit, keep going. fuck, keep stroking me just like that, baby.

my balls are so fucking tight. you can probably feel them, the way you fumble with them in your hand. you will never know how good this shit feels. fuck, i wish i could repay you. fuck, thank you for this shit. keep going justlikefuckinthat, yes, oh god— shit yes!.

did i taste salty or bitter to you, my beautiful woman? i hope i didnt. i probably did, since i never did eat much. plus, i did just come back from fighting an apostle. what—

no way in hell you just swallowed my seed. shit.

my lips crashed onto you, my tastebuds curling up. shit, i wasnt bitter, yet i was salty. ill fix it for you, my sweet woman. our bodies, naked, feel the warmth of our own and the large body of water. i want to make you feel good yourself, without having to drop my cock into you. but god, was it hard to not do that.

[mxlktxa]

shes the one pt. II

part l part lll

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pairing; obsessive!ellie williams x f!reader

t/w; language, 18+ content/scenarios, obsessive behavior

a/n; i had some ppl asking for a pt2 (which is a huge compliment to me so thank you 🤎) i almost didnt cause i was scared it wouldnt be as good but here it is… enjoyyy ☺️

part l

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I could never see myself being taken care of by an absolute piece of art. A sweet, innocent girl in a fucked up world… Taking care or me? What a blessing. What would I do without her? She’s all that anyone could ever ask for. All that I alone could ever ask for.

“Ellie?” there it is. My favorite sound, the sound I wished to always hear, no matter where I went. The same sound that made my heart skip a beat, palms sweaty, and mind race like crazy. She’s like an immediate boost of adrenaline and I loved it.

My eyes shifted over to her as she stood in the bedroom doorway, remembering that I was sat on her bed in her home. Her oh-so-lovely home.

Subtly, I glanced over her body for a bit, occasionally stopping to stare at her hips. She was in some rather cute pajamas, though it threw me off a bit as to how she could ever wear shorts if it’s cold inside and outside of her home. No matter. As long as I got to see her in almost all her glory.

“You feeling better? How’s your head? Do you need anything?”

Just for you to slip out of those clothes and give me a chance to hear your cries, “I’m good, thanks,” you’re absolutely stunning, damn it.

“Oh, good,” her smile lit up the room. It could blind people if she really wanted it to but never me. It only ever made me melt, internally screaming at how a masterpiece like her could ever run my life with simple actions.

Her legs carried her over to the bed, propping herself behind me, on her knees in order to begin gently massaging my shoulders. Fuck, she’s so precious and those hands were just fascinating to feel.

“Joel came by after I brought you back and you fell asleep. Just wanted to check up on you and make sure you were okay.”

“What’d you tell him?”

“That you didn’t have any serious injuries and you should take it easy,” she whispered in my ear, chin resting on my shoulder, and hands sliding down to my waist, “and dont be mad. But I told Maria and she said you’ll be in my care until further notice.”

Why would I be mad at you for allowing me to spend time with you? You’re only granting me the time to try get you stuck on me just like I am to you. To have you close to me. To have you loving, pulling, touching and possibly fucking me.

“Why would I be upset about that?”

She sat in silence, shrugging, arms crossing at my abdomen to give me a nice, tight hug. A grin slid upon my face, mind going on a frenzy of multiple fantasies. This girl would be mine. This woman would go fucking crazy if she ever found out how much I admired her. I know it.

“I’ll run you a shower. You can get washed up then we can have some dinner together,” this divine celestial backed away from me, scooting off the bed to shuffle over to her dresser, revealing some clothes she had taken from my humble abode.

Why did you have to be my only source of happiness? Were you anybody else’s? Would you forever devote your life to me as I do so for you already?

How do I make you mine?

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if youd like to see a pt3 to this feel free to reblog and/or comment and let me know 🤎✨

a/n; pt 3 is up enjoy ☺️

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[tqxky]

Can I request overprotective Maggie Greene? Don’t care what it is, there’s just too much shortage of her🥲

Heyy!! I wasn't too sure if u wanted her to be protective in more of a motherly way or in a girlfriend way, but here u go!! It's also not very long bc i didn't have that much ideas🫨 so sorry if this sucks. Right now, it's 5 in the morning🐊 (Thanks sm for the request, btw😭❤️🫶)

Warnings: almost getting bitten (?)

We were out on a run, me, Maggie, Glenn, and Tara.

"Y/n, stay with me, alright?" Maggie told me, "yeah yeah" i just rolled my eyes.

It was always like this, whenever i was asked to come on a run, Maggie always wanted me to stay close so she could 'protect me', it wasn't that bad to have a personal guard, but sometimes it could be nice to be able to do something on my own.

A couple minutes later, Glenn put the car to a stop and we all got out, as soon i got out of the car, Maggie grabbed my arm and smiled, "Lets get going guys, stay with me, Y/n" I rolled my eyes again and sighed, "Yes, mom" i said the last part in a more sarcastic way, "im serious Y/n, i don't want you to get hurt" she said, still holding my arm and pulling me with her following Glenn and Tara who were already walking towards the abandoned building.

Once we were inside, Maggie pushed me down on a chair standing in the corner of the room.

"Okay, you sit here, me, Tara and Glenn are gonna see if we can find anything usefull, okay? Stay here." She pushed a gun into my hands and kissed my cheek, "Take this just incase, dont go running off, 'kay?" I sighed again, "Yes, Maggie, I'll be fine" she smiled, "good" she kissed my head and went into the other room with Tara and Glenn.

As soon as Maggie and the others left the room, i stood up from my chair and walked outside, trying not to make a sound so Maggie wouldn't notice i was gone.

I wasnt sure about the plan, but i wanted to do something, something to impress Maggie so she would actually trust me instead of being so protective the whole time.

Back at the car, i was looking around for possible walkers, after a couple minutes of nothing, i started to feel thirsty, grabbing a bottle of water from my bag, though there wasnt much left, i opened the car door to look inside for more to drink.

I heard footsteps behind me, without looking back, i spoke, "And? Find anything usefull?" I turned around, only to find a couple of walkers walking in my direction, 'dammit', i thought, quickly grabbing the gun Maggie gave me and shooting a couple of walkers in the head, watching them fall to the ground.

One more walker was left, and i stepped back, my back hitting the car, the walker kept coming closer once it was pretty much pressed against me, trying to bite me while i was trying to push it away, before i could react, a knife was drivin into its skull, falling to the ground, revealing Maggie standing behind it.

"What the hell Y/n?!" I couldn't tell whether she was mad or not, she looked upset but i could tell in her voice that she wasn't.

"I told you to stay, but you couldn't listen?" I felt myself tearing up slightly, obviously i wasnt used to getting yelled at by Maggie,

Glenn walked over to us, "How about we get back to Alexandria?", "yeah, let's go, " Tara said before getting into the drivers seat.

"Im the driver!"

"Not anymore"

Small time skip to back at Alexandria

I was lying down on the couch, facing the ceiling, I felt like i messed up, Maggie got mad at me because i didn't listen. Even though she was just trying to protect me, I thought about what happened and realised i probably wouldnt have survived if Maggie wasn't there, as soon as i got up to get a drink, i heard the door open.

Maggie walked in, she smiled at me, "Hey," I smiled back, "Hey." She sat down next to me on the couch, "I feel like we should talk." I nodded in agreement, she continued.

"Look, i know you don't enjoy me being so 'on your ass' the whole time, but i care about you, 'kay? I want you to be safe. " I nodded again, "Yeah.. im sorry, too. i know you were just trying to help. I should've listened to you, im sorry." She smiled at me again, "It's okay, Y/n, just try to be more careful, you almost got bit today, we can't let that happen, y'know?"

"Yeah, i know." I sighed and pulled her in for a hug, and immediately felt her arms wrap around me.

"I love you, Y/n."

"I love you too."

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Okay i know this isn't good, its the first thing I've written, but i promise better things will come, english isnt my native language and im a beginner writer so please bear with me, everyone from western Europe, its late, go to sleep, to everyone from other parts of the world, have a lovely day, requests are open!! Love y'all <3

[finitevoid]

d3 script doctor

ben and mal are being pressured to get married after they turn 18 because it would endear the other royals in auradon to the idea of the fact that the isle kids can be rehabilitated; mal being such a success in rehabilitation that the king marries her is a big deal. however shes not really being prepared sufficiently for the political side of things, just the appearance stuff. so when shes in the war room with beast belle & fg, they start really unsubtly pressuring her.

wouldnt it be safer if the barrier was shut forever? we're in danger right now. Mal. Mal, what do you think .?

and she chooses to close the barrier because if its a choice between her gang's safety vs. a bunch of random people on the isle, shes going to choose her gang no contest. ben throws a HUGE hissy fit and completely loses his mind. im talking yelling, maybe a little crying. this is his dream and hes the king but hes being strongarmed into this decision; beast belle & fg are using mal as their scapegoat, like look, shes from the isle and she agrees. and ben should say something like, shes from the isle, of course she agrees.

yowch.

ben stays with mal instead of turning into a beast for some reason. when the core 4 meet up with the sea 3 hes the one playing peacemaker while evie giggles cutely in the back about shrimps and chaos. evie is the first to come around to his peacemaking however, shes totally on board to work with the sea 3 but everytime she sidles up to be on ben's peacemaking side she has to school her expression into a not-laugh. she claps her hands like a youth counselor and suggests icebreaker games just to see the looks on everyones faces at the sheer ridiculousness of it. shes fucking with everyone

instead of coralling the sea 3, the core 4 slide back into old isle ways. theyre meaner, louder, brasher. when the sea 3 start stealing stuff the only reason jay fights it is because he doesnt like harry and he wants him to suffer. instead of being surprised at gil's delight, jay is nostalgic and charmed, and shows him more things that he wouldnt know about. carlos threatens to bite someone. etc

hannah is the girl's dorms RA

instead of just saving audrey's life the plan is to save her from death and then throw her on the isle (a fun foil to FG and beast creating the isle! yay). but the big blowout fight she had with her gang and uma pushes mal to see past her own selfishness. so she very publically drops her political clout persona, stands up for the isle, and when beast and belle try to stop her, she stomps on their metaphorical toes and tells them to shut up.

FG doesnt give up her wand, but the core 4 know without having to be told to chase and corner her into giving it up. (i think carlos should do this). jay is the one who presents her with the wand. then they stand in a line and break the barrier

the final shots are a lingering, contemplative scene in which the core 4 agree that they'll protect people from the violence that will be razed down by the newly freed isle residents, and then, lAst one to the hideouts a rotten apple!!!!!!!!!!!!! running off into the sunset

everything else can stay the same

[jodiie-leighanne]

Warnings ⚠️ Smut 18+

Sweat rolled down my chest as it repeatedly heaved, begging for oxygen. The hold remained firm on my neck, as his rings pinched skin. Palms grasping the sinks edge, bone flashing through. If you had told me at any point I would be bent over the sink of a restaurant bathroom during a charity gala by my CEO none the less, I would have declared you a liar.

Apparently, things have a funny way of planning out. Because here I am, heavy breaths Fanning my neck sounds of sexual gratification vibrate against the sensitive skin. Crescents indented into my hips as digits secure me into place, the fabric of my dress bunched at the stomach. Lulling my head as I moan, catching the raw beauty of him in the mirror - Draco Malfoy. Fuck, he is utterly insatiable. Ripples of abs carving into my spine as he arches to meet my position. Once straightened locks began to fizz from the humidity filling the small room it felt overcrowded even though it was just the two of us.I guess if you add hormones, ego and crippling anxiety there is a lot happening.

Less than six hours ago he did not even know my name, or that I was even employed by him. Turns out a little self love and a hell of a makeover can make a whole new form. Every year Malfoy Incorporated holds an auction ensuring all proceeds from the wealthy go to foundations in need. I'm the company liaison, run around if you will. Without me the wheels would not be in motion.

Even though my role is important, I am behind the scenes. Noone noticed me, I'm just y/n hidden in the alcoves of my cubicle far left of the vast office. A couple of family photos and succulents swarm the desk along with the overbearing amount of storage I have to keep all documents and files in check. 

There was one person who noticed me, took me under her wing and in the most mundane fashion told me I needed to accentuate my assets rather than hide them. Choosing to shrug off the suggestion, I continued to throw my cascades of waist length hair into childish braids, not helping myself by pairing it with plain basic tees, pumps and mid length patterned skirts; ditsy was my favoured. I remember her quaint smile as she took me in sighing that `it'll do` Charming is my best friend - Astoria Greengrass. Yep, you heard me right from what she told me she was quite the bitch in her youth after marrying it humbled her and honestly without her i wouldnt be here, being fucked into absolute oblivion by the worlds sexiest male. Every thrust makes me gag, deep enough to me ache inside as I feel the pressure on organs intensify. He is unrelenting, meeting the glazed lust in his droopy eyes makes me want to crumble. 

“Fuck - You feel so good wrapped around my cock” Groaning deeply as his canines grind the succulent flesh between my neck and shoulder. 

Whimpers fled in response to his dirty mouth. To fear the devil would be foolish, this man invading my cervix is who we should be fearful of. So how come I'm not. Pleasure, searing bubbles of pleasure is all I feel. He was more than I ever imagined him to be, each roll, tug and jagged movement made me sing in harmonies. 

Thankful for being seen, thankful for this opportunity. 

Flickering my sights to the mirror once more, staring down my flushed complexion, the silk hugging me in a flattering way. Misogynistic isn't it? How now I'm appealing when I'm not my natural self. The need to impress the opposite sex is degrading , I let myself stoop that low, allowed the vulnerability to show.

Slithering of a hand sneaking in-between my legs roused me in many ways, between a thumb and finger he squeezed the bundle of nerves. Causing a cry to release. Pained pleasure is addictive. The want to be touched in a way to make you shake, dripping cum but also leave you in a brutal state of bruises. 

I want that, fuck I need that.

"H-harder, please please" Not responding verbally as his hips hammered again and again, bracing myself more on the ceramics I caught his figure behind me. Head thrown, brows furrowed as he grunted. A tsunami of rapture hit me, I could feel myself drowning.

Leg forceful pushed up, knee rested on the counter. Helping him to hit a deeper angle. 

"Call me- fuck- call me sir" Grip firm as that on the nape of my neck keeping me down where he wanted me. "Arch your back more" as I did, he slipped in further. Fuck, how big is he? "Shit, Good girl. Such a good girl aren't you?" 

"Yes sir- I'm a good girl all for you just for you" 

Curses left his lips in a chant, I could feel him twitching as his padded thumb rubbed me vigorously, urging my orgasm to hit in full force. Screaming as I drenched him, his praise was everything. 

Then I was empty pulsing around nothing, breathing so heavy I could feel the pressure on my lungs. My leg slipped to join the other quaking in unison. Strong hands spun me, lifting my limp figure to perch on the counter, legs wide. Pussy on show for him, as he bent down inhaling my scent with an erotic roll of the eyes.

"One more, ok? Just one more for me and then you'll get what you want" What do I want? "Don't act innocent baby, I'll make sure you get to taste me" Oh, yes. I do want that. 

Flitting my eyes to the very prominent erection strained against his abdomen. Widened lids as I saw what had just been in me glistening from arousal; my arousal. 

I don't know how the hell I'm meant to take all of that in my mouth however, I promise to choke trying to. 

Dropping fully to his knees, legs propped on his shoulders like a scarf. Open mouthed kisses blessed the inners of one thigh whilst nails dragged down the other. "How have I never noticed you before" He spoke uttering between gentle pecks and hungry bites. 

"Definitely won't forget something to sweet now" 

Christ. 

From this angle I could appreciate all of Draco, the fine lines next to his eyes, scar slitting his brows. Every vein adorning him. The glaciers swarming cold globes. Each chiseled feature. He oozed ice, his touch was volcanic. 

Wrapping my digits in his tousled hair, begging with a pull for him to engulf me. I want to suffocate him in my cunt. Kitten licks startled me, whines and shuddered reacted to the feeling. This was heaven. 

Dracos pov. 

How the fuck had I never seen her before? Maybe I had. Maybe I was too up my self, or distracted by the obviously flirty employees I'm surrounded by daily. Waiting for the chance to make advances. She got lost. 

Thank god I found her. 

That dress outlined her curves to perfection, hugging her hips. She was full bodied, cellulite on her skin. Loose skin on her stomach, stretch marks on the sides of her breasts. I swear to you, I'd never be so turned on in my life. I've seen many women naked all different flavours and sizes. 

Ha, this woman in my hold right now .. She is beyond comparison. Petite girls are attractive but give me a bigger girl any day of the week and I'll praise her like the goddess she is. Being able to have so much to grasp whilst you fuck the ever loving shit out of them is just - fuck. 

Don't even get me started on what's between her legs. Again, I've fucked alot of women. I've tasted, felt a lot of holes. Hers?  Oh, hers is something else. Having it in my mouth at this moment is more juicy than any fruit I've tasted. I want to devour her, make her cum again. Over and over until she is writhing, pleading. Rutt her dumb. Make her delirious. 

From the glassy haze in her eyes I'm achieving that goal. Then I realised I didn't even know her name, she works for me and I don't know what she is called. 

Pulling away, earning a murmured sound, I peered to meet her needy gaze. 

"What's your name? Here we are doing .. Well. And I don't even know your name"

Panting she weakly smiles, "y/n"

"Well, y/n. Are you ok for us to continue?" Yes, we have already been intimate, its still important to get consent. 

"Yes Draco, I want you to.." moans cut off as I dived tongue first into her wetness. I ate not long ago, yet she makes me ravenous. Nibbling, sucking, flicking. Mixing my techniques as she responds to all. 

"So sensitive" I smirk, mumbling into her core. My cock is almost blue from torture. I could burst any seconds from pleasuring her alone. Pushing in two fingers curling at the right time, chuckling on her swollen bud as I turn savage. Pupils dilated and focused. 

Focused on her. Her. Her. Her. 

"Dr-sir, sir pl-please" 

"Cum" And she did. I took it all,every last drop. Riding her through the high. Y/n slumped back exhausted. 

Tough luck, I've still got a very big problem she needs to attend to. 

Straightening my posture, rising to be face to face. I lean it,capturing her lips. Sliding my tongue is as she gasped, tired as she is y/n battled me. 

Both my palms held her cheeks bringing her closer. 

Separating I threw her a sly grin, she was ruined. But I knew this pretty girl could take a little more. 

"On your knees darling" sultry whispers in her ear, shallow grunts following as I stroked myself in between us. Nodding y/n shuffled off the side practically falling to the ground. 

Fuck me - she looks good like this. On her knees, hands in her lap. Doe eyed and curious. 

Stepping forward I tapped my tip on her plump lumps. Wrapping them around me, she took me off guard as she held my arss in her palms, taking me completely in one go. 

Slut. Cheeky whore. Mine. All mine. 

Seeing her smile as I groaned loudly, I wanted to make that disappear. Grabbing her hair I began thrusting quickly, with hurry and want. 

Gags, muffled moans and my sighs echoed. 

My dick flinched. I was so close already. Just the look of her tears, feeling my head hit the back of her throat. Cheeks hollowed and tongue teasing. It was too much when she began rolling my balls. 

"Th-thats it, I'm close keeping going" 

She didn't even need my guidance any longer. Every movement was spot on. I cannot get enough of her. 

Drops of cum started dripping as she sucked like it was life or death. Giving me CPR, to keep me alive. I have no doubt this woman will be the reason I die. 

Calves tensing, the heat spiralled. Dragging my dick out her mouth, she tried to get it back. 

Tutting, I began stroking mercilessly. "Open your mouth, tongue out and eyes closed", seconds later strings of white decorated her beautiful face. She beamed, happy with my bounty. 

Staggering back as I tucked myself away wincing at the sensitivity. That was intense, I'd never orgasmed that fucking hard. 

Silently we fixed ourselves, I felt her brush past towards the door. Acting on instinct pulling back towards me by her wrist. Shoving her against the door, shocked at my actions she whimpered.

"In a hurry hmm? You didn't even kiss me goodbye", bringing her chin up to meet my lips. I kissed her softly, savouring her. Releasing her as I backed up. 

As she opened the door, fear hit me that she wouldn't want this again, "y/n?" Looking over her shoulder she froze. "This .." I pointed between us, "isn't the end, it's just the beginning. You'll hear from me, I know a great restaurant" I lowly muttered in her ear as I moved ahead of her out the door. 

Walking backward to see her dropped jaw, glistening irises. "See you at 9am Monday. Your desk will be moved into my office", winking as I continued back to the event. 

I'm going to marry that girl. 

Y/n POV. 

What the fuck just happened? 

[loversgothic]

Maybe you've done it already and I missed it, but what would Gabriel's two-week-notice look like in the Ultradanse AU?

This has nothing to do with any other comments you have made about feral Gabriel or any other desire to see how he changes from The Gilded Nightingale to The Nightingale.

:3c. OOOHH. WELL

ive been really trying to think about that hard, since comparing the characters to those in fairytales and ballets tended to skew the story a bit.

and uh... my descriptions wont be the best.. im not the best at explaining things in ballet terms moreso just based on my perception of the art form and what i see in it through my eyes.

also im gonna go off of the concept that ultradanse is almost like a stage performance, a show

the most i can do to describe how it looks is to compare it to my vision for the first encounter with Odile/V1... because of the way i designed his lil costume he has a sort of princely look, and even though hes yknow. out to kill V1 because V1 traversed past his warnings, his dancing with V1 then is much more... poised. it might feel a bit distant, maybe it might even seem like hes unsatisfied doing it, as at the time there is no personal connection with V1, no love nor hatred. its not romantic, hardly so. i dont know if this is a good example, but i was thinking abt Prince Siegfried's dancing in Waltz: Tempo di valse...

once V1 is pretty much responsible for his 2-week notice, i like to think Nightingale/Gabriel starts to match V1's high energy, his grace is kinda going out the window... itd be much more intense. if its a pas de deux hes probably getting his fucking hands all over them like hes about to tear them apart. hes abandoning that princely facade. i feel like though in the second half a pas de deux between them would make them slow their pace. now that both of them are dancing together and able to match intensity, it starts to slow down into something more... romantic? yeah :3 i like to think this, this is where any romantic tension starts

now about how he changes from the gilded nightingale to the nightingale. you see... after their second encounter, Gabriel is convinced hes going to die, after all thats what he was told. once he returns from heaven, he seeks out V1 to ask of one final request. he doesn't want to die lonely, and asks V1 to dance with him until the final hour runs out. V1 has no reason to accept his request, other than something pulling at it do so and the possibility it could take a little bit more blood before he's gone. dancing together, progressively Gabriel becomes weaker and weaker.

i REALLY wanted to keep this secret for a scene i wanted to draw but honeeesttlyyyy i dont think its too bad if i share it. after all, im not sharing V1's feelings here. im sharing Gabriel's :3

i had this whole.. plan

my thing abt pas de deuxs is that. i like to find symbolism in the fact that traditionally, the male dancer is supposed to support the ballerina to be able to perform moves she typically wouldnt be able to on her own without someone holding her.

towards the end of their dance, V1 switches positions to hold and uplift Gabriel instead, who has this entire time been in the place of the male dancer. in his approaching final moments V1 lays him down on the ground. he's hardly moving, and V1 holds onto him, finding itself not wanting him to just... disappear.

now im still figuring out HOW i want this to work. but i thought abt V1 in desperation, grasping onto the sides of his helmet and ripping his helmet in half being the symbolic thing that sets him free. the thing about the gilded nightingale, is that the armor is the bird's cage. Gabriel's design in this AU only really has the helmet and no other armor, so it just... makes sense to me. this is what sets him free. how the transformation works though? i am.. still thinking about it. you might need to give me a bit to think about that

[thomase1]

Two broken make a whole; chapter 5

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What should I say, it has been a while. An eternity. But I finished this chapter finally. Took me a sec to even remember how all this works-

I would advice to re-visit chapter 4 before reading this one, I had to do as well.

Thanks to everybody sticking around 💜 This one's a bit of a wild and chaotic one. I just hope it doesnt come across as rushed.

This is not proof read so sorry for any errors.

Warnings: talks of abuse and rape, reader struggling with facing her fears, overthinking, anxiety

Wordcount: ~2150

After a very long shower, watching your comfort show for the millionth time and sleeping in as long as possible, you left the comfort of you own four walls.

Admittedly, you still felt like shit.

Sad, reminded of everything you tried to leave behind, ashamed and just utterly overwhelmed. Not to mention embarrassed. Had it been Nat, Clint, hell even Tony that witnessed it all, it would only be half as bad. But luck, per usual, was not on your side.

The review of yesterdays mission went differently than you thought. Your emotional outburst wasnt even mentioned, the thing that actually took up most of the meeting was Loki and Thors absence.

"Ok guys. I'm really starting to worry now. What if they ran?", Cap sighs. "It surely wouldnt look good when mentioned to Fury, thats for sure.", Nat says bluntly. Tony leans back in his seat with a cocky but sour expression, "Would it be too soon for an 'I told you so!'?". "Oh come on, do you really have no faith in them? There is no reason why they'd have to run after that mission, THEY," you emphasize, "made no mistakes. I'm sure they will be back soon.", you try to defend them even though you start to worry yourself. "You do know who we are talking about, right?", Clint raises one sceptical eyebrow.

The meeting was thankfully cut short. Without the brothers, you couldn't possibly remember everything that went down, especially since you were zoned out though most of the mission. It made no sense to continue without them.

Just as you threw yourself on the sofa with some pasta, you heard the elevator ding and the booming voice of Thor. "Hello there Y/n. How are you feeling?", Thor greets you with a hug. He smells odd, like an old basement, smoke and dust. Sceptically, you hug him back. "Welcome back. I'm feeling much better thank you. I think you should speak to Cap though. Your solo operation has caused quite the drama.", you grin, patting his shoulder. Thor sighs and turns back around to the elevator, "Norns, they really have no trust in me. I will speak to them, thank you Meddy."

Meanwhile Loki sat down on the sofa eyeing your food. You now eye him eyeing your food. And suddenly your eyes meet as his green ones snap up at yours. You hold his gaze, "If you want you can take some pasta you know. I bet your hungry after being gone that long.". He scoffs, "Correct. A thank you would be in order.".

He must be shitting you, right?!

"Excuse me, what? What am I surpossed to thank you for? Your solo trip? Ive had to listen to the others complain all day because of that!", you agressively fork your pasta. "Yes, precisely, it was to help you! Hel if Shield knew about it I'd rot in a cell for all of eternity!", his voice raises and his arms cross. "Ok, rewind. Lets start over. Where were you and what did you two do?", you stop eating and pause your show. "And why should I tell you?", Loki teases. You scoff, "So I know what I am surpossed to thank you for of course." So he started to explain.

"After Thor and I brought you to the tower, we did not hand that imbecile over to Shield or any other authorities. We took matters into our own hands.", he says with a proud smirk. "What did you- did you kill him?", you ask nervously. "Ultimately yes, but do you remember for how long we were gone?" Oh god. Oh fuck. "Ages, what like 16 hours? The others were getting nervous you somehow escaped Thor or something.", you nervously bounce your leg. "As expected... But no actually, we took our time to extract every bit of information regarding the weapons from him. Lets just say healing is a big asset in torture.", his eyes glimmer bright green as his grin becomes almost devilish. "I dont think I understand...", or more like, dont want to. "We hurt him as badly as we wanted, he couldnt die. I just healed him any time he came close.", he states flatly. "Oh my god-", your breath catches in your throat. "You're welcome. So, dont worry about him anymore and- This stays between us, officially we had to kill him when we first arrived at the warehouse." "Noted."

An awkward silence fell over the room when you sigh heavily, "Look, I am deeply ashamed over my emotional outburst yesterday. Could we maybe just forget about it? Please?". His eyes flutter as he gives you a once over, then the faintest of smiles crosses his lips, "I dont even know what you are talking about, Agent.". Did my nether regions just clench-

Oh lord-

Your cheeks blush as you clear your throat and nod, "Very well, thank you.".

After that, the problem got solved with Thor telling the team they just followed a lead on a location possibly holding even more weapons. And that wasnt even a lie since they did destroy the remaining weapons they found out about in the torture. So the weeks went on.

Loki became kind of weird. Well, weird for Loki. He started talking to you, randomly and not just in necessary situations. Never anything personal really, but still. But today really topped it all off.

You went to the common room to grab some cold water after your training but insted were greeted with the dark haired god sitting on the sofa, reading an ancient looking book.

"So, Medusa, interesting. I have to admit, I have been thinking what could be linked to such an extraordinary name. There has to be a story behind it.", Loki asks, weirdly curious all of a sudden. You take a few blinks to realize he actually asked you about something personal. "Uh, I cant tell you.", you say a bit too distracted by the tight shirt he is wearing. He tilts his head, raven locks revealing his neck, "Oh do tell darling.". D-darling? You feel heat rising to your cheeks, beeing an assasin you usually dont get nice pet names from others. And coming from Loki? You got butterflies from only that. Oh, youre in trouble...

You shake your head, "No, I mean I really cant tell you, I would if I could.". Now you just fired up his curiousity even more. Damn. That was not your intention but forming words, let alone logical sentences, isnt that easy right now. He sits up, propping his elbows on his thighs, brows tightly knitted trying to figure out what you mean. You planned on going to your room, but you wont walk away from the god of mischief asking you something other than work related. You sit down too, grabbing a pillow from the couch. "Would you please be so kind and elaborate a bit further.", he looks over to you with his brows still furrowed. You sigh, a little louder than you intended, "It is rather complicated I guess. I was captured by Hydra. As you may know, they have inhumane and horrible ways to make people complay. They erased my memorie, wiped us, as my fellow captured and I used to say. I just know that I was 16 when it started, was an assasin pre hydra, my real name is y/n l/n and my cover name Medusa. Those are the informations I have.", you explain as shortly as you can.

His gaze over you shifts a little, its an expression you have never seen before. Not on him at least. He looks as if he has empathy for you?

"That is a rather troublesome past, I appreciate you telling me. However, I still have one more question if you dont mind." Now you furrow your brows, what is there left unanswered? You quickly cover your confusion. Force of habit.

"Oh well, it is what it is. What else do you want to know?", you play cool but lose your shit internally. He nods, "I presume you have not just made that name up, so if there is, I would like to ask the backstory to the name itself." Oh, well thats innocent enough. Still your heart races. Its a subject you spent many sleepless nights over. A weak spot. You know damn well what Medusa is a symbol for, but you dont know if that was your Inspiration too.

"Oh, I see, of course you dont know about that myth. Well, it is really hard to explain since there are a lot of other events that led up to her story. You like to read, right?", you ask him with a shy smile. Maybe you can make him research it on his own. Save yourself the heartache of overthinking again. He raised his brows in a playful manner, holding up the book in his hand, "I would say 'like' is an understatement, but yes. I do.". You huff out a laugh, "Then you probably found the library already. Look for books on greek mythology. My summary would lack a lot of important context." "I have a lot of time on my hands, how about both? Tell me roughly and I will read up on it later.", he smiles sheepishly. It seems luck is not on your side today, so you give a small nod and get it over with.

"There are many versions of her story. However the one I think is my Inspiration, which is not the original but also is mentioned in a few books, is Medusa beeing a priestress to Athena, the goddess of wisdom and battle. The women serving her had to remain virgins and give their life to her. Because of Medusas beauty, the god of sea, Poseidon, took interest in her. Athena and Poseidon were rivals, so he used Medusa to get back at Athena. He humiliated Athena by raping Medusa on the steps of her temple.", you stopped for a second to swallow the lump forming in your throat. "That is a rather gruesome story.", Loki mumbles, not having expected for the story to get that dark, that quickly. You swallow your fears and continue quickly. "Oh yes, but its not over. Poseidon left his victim on the steps, now any normal thinking beeing would expect for Athena to help Medusa." He nods. "That was however not the case, Medusa got cursed by Athena and banished to a far away island. She now looked like an abomination, eyes of stone, chicken legs, metal wings and hair made of snakes. Any beeing who would look upon her would turn to stone. Men traveled the island, chasing and trying to kill her. At some point, her fear turned to anger, she took her revenge on all the men that tried to harm her, turning them to stone. The only way those men could be freed was if Perseus, son of Zeus, beheaded her. As that day came, her blood gave birth to Pegasus, the winged horse, and Chrysaor. Athena used Medusas head as a trophy on her shield, protecting against her enemies. The rest of medusas body was layed to rest in the underworld."

You shifted into story telling mode, like you did when you looked after Clints kids once.

"That... You mortals sure have a lot of fantasy for storys like this. Do you think-", he stops, looking up at you, knowing exactly what he is trying to ask. The universe really hates you, your throat closing from surpressing the feeling daring to take over. "That is the question Ive had for years now. I dont know. I dont know if I want to know. I guess it would make sense if I... sympathized with that character. God, I dont know.", you exhaled deeply, gathering yourself. Its hard to talk about this topic, the uncertenty has been eating away at you ever since you rediscovered the story of Medusa. "You do not know, so it is best not to worry. It wont do any good either way. Is this, greek I think you said, mythology an interest of yours?" "Kind of, yes. I have read a lot about it since researching about my name, its really interesting. Confusing sometimes, but very capturing. I suggest you read about Pandora too, its a very fascinating story. Another one is the story of Icarus.", you smile, knowing he purposefully changed the subject. But you are unspeakably grateful he did. "Sounds promising, thank you for the suggestions.", he smiles warmly. You smile and slowly get up. "I have a date with my bed now, I'm exhausted. Have fun reading." "Pleasent dreams, Y/N.", he gives you a nod.

You bite your cheek as you turn around and leave the room. Your knees weak and hands shaky.

You just dont know if you feel this way because of the uncomfortable topic or because of who you were speaking to. All you know is that your in for a ride.

You just know it.

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[bridgyrose]

Neon - ►Blake , you should be more like me :3

(Here you go melly)

“And I think you should be more like… me.” 

Blake paused for a moment as she felt Neon boop her nose, rolling her eyes as a chill ran over her. “More like you, how?” 

“You could be more colorful,” Neon said with a grin. “And you could hide your ears less. Be proud of who you are!” 

“And what makes you think I’m not proud?” Blake took a step back to give herself a bit of room and folded her arms in front of her chest. “Of course I’m proud of being a faunus, I just dont want people to only listen to me because I’m a faunus. For people to get to know me first, then as a faunus second.” 

Neon skated around Blake with a smile, stopping behind her for a moment. “And that sounds like a boring attitude to have. Where’s the fun in that?” 

Blake paused for a moment as she caught a glance of herself in a mirror, her eyes traveling to the bow on her ears as a chill ran down her spine. Was that really the only reason she wore the bow now, just for people to get to know her? Sure, she didnt exactly have a great experience when Weiss found out, but everything worked out in the end. And if she hadnt wore her bow in the first place, hadnt tried to hide it… 

“All I’m saying is that you need to loosen up and try to not look soo much like a downer.” Neon gave Blake a hug from behind and smiled. “Besides, what’s the worst that can happen if you are a teensy bit more like me?” 

Blake stopped for a moment as another chill ran down her spine, and then her stomach started to feel like it was twisting in knots. Her hand went to her bow and slowly started to undo it, letting her ears out. “You’re right. I should keep my bow off.” 

“That’s the spirit!” 

Blake smiled a bit as she looked at her reflection, only now noticing how she looked without hiding her ears. “I still need to get back to my team. Cant keep them worrying about me.” 

“Then I’ll catch you later for the tournament!” Neon gave a wink and a smile as she skated off. “Dont get beaten before facing me!” 

Blake nodded and started to make her way back to the dorm, her conversation with Neon still running through her head as she walked past the stalls at the festival. Her eyes caught a stand selling brightly colored necklaces and tops, walking towards it and picking up one in purple in the same style as the white sleeveless shirt she already wore. A frown settled on her lips for a moment as she looked it over, definitely not as dark of a purple as she preferred. But… it was still fairly dark and Neon was right, she needed a bit more color for her wardrobe. 

“Find something you like?” the stall owner asked. 

“I think I did,” Blake answered, pulling out a few lien. “You wouldnt happen to have anything like this in a royal purple, would you?” 

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“I told you I’m fine,” Blake said as she looked herself over in the mirror and adjusted the necklaces around her neck. “I just wanted to try something new.” 

“You dont look like yourself anymore.” Weiss walked over to Blake and jabbed her chest. “You’re wearing brighter colors, you’ve spent money on getting jewelry you’ve never wanted to wear before, and now you want to go out around the town? Who are you and what did you do to Blake?” 

Blake sighed and pulled away from her reflection in the mirror. “I promised Neon that I’d go out with her and Flynt, that’s all it is. And… she’s right, I’ve been hiding myself for too long.” 

“Hiding yourself?” 

“The me you’ve met isnt… me… entirely.” Blake gently reached for her ears, and then moved her hand through her hair. “I used to be happier, more outgoing as a child. But after watching how faunus were treated, being part of the White Fang… I had to cut off parts of myself in order to survive.” 

“And so now your answer is to throw yourself into the city at night and party with Neon? You do see how this is a bad idea, right?” 

“And if acting more like Neon gets Ruby to notice me, then I dont see what’s wrong with it.” Blake smiled a bit as she carefully took her eyeliner and drew a couple black hearts along her cheek, turning to get a better look. “Just a bit more like Neon.” 

[hellhoundlair]

could we have some more thoughts on ruby posessing deans body post-s3?

how would dean react when he returned?

thank you for asking, my lovely little anon. i totally forgot i had mentioned this a while back and being reminded of it has made me go holy shit.... my mind.....

(putting a cut here because i wrote a lot)

i think it all would have started very shortly after dean died. the entire foundation of sam and rubys relationship at this point has been that sam has reluctantly agreed to be rubys ally for the sake of saving dean. ruby KNOWS how far sam is willing to go for him and is already using that to manipulate sam from the moment they meet. she knows. like she knows knows. maybe just from being around him or from stalking him or from a hearing it from a little birdie whos been in sams head before. but she knows.

I dont know how long the gap between ruby being possessed by lilith and ruby coming back would be, id imagine a few days, giving sam time to grieve dean or at least to accept the fact that hes dead before ruby shows up in a brand new (or all to familiar) body.

i wont pretend to understand how possession works, especially when its happening to a dead character. i dont think the writers knew either so itd be safe to make up my own rules about it. but its deans body. polished and buffed with not a scratch on him.

sams reaction would be similar to the one we see in the show. hed think dean was undead (technically right) and try to kill ruby before she can get a word out.

and ruby would explain it to sam like hes an idiot, like the reason behind her possessing dean is a no brainer. shes keeping deans body warm for when they get him back. otherwise who knows what will get to him first? this isnt possessing someone and controlling their body against their will. this is a favor. and sam will feel stupid and concede that shes right even if hes uncomfortable with the idea.

it starts immediately. sam treating ruby like she really is dean. without even thinking about it sams already agreed to work together with ruby in bringing dean back and theyre running off together without a word into an all too familiar routine - the only difference being that sam sits in the drivers seat now, and even that is back to normal after sam gets injured on the job and ruby drives them both to safety, a hand clutching sams bleeding shoulder and telling him hes gonna be alright and theyre gonna get back and patch him up and he'll be good as new. and its all too achingly familiar that sams holding her hand on top of his wound and letting himself fall asleep, putting trust in her that he would only ever put in dean.

its the same, but its not. ruby for the most part leans into the dean-isms, but jolts sam back to reality sometimes when she lets her eyes linger while sams just out of the shower bent over looking through his duffle for clean clothes, when shes giving him a hungry look that sams only ever seen dean direct at girls in bars that makes sams stomach flutter. when ruby moves in for the kill it takes suprisingly little convincing to get sam okay with the idea. like hes been waiting to just be told that its okay to want it this entire time.

before they know it deans back (despite bringing dean back being against rubys plans) and in his own body (she has to keep her promises) and ruby has plucked the body of a legally dead jane doe to parade around in. and its. different. dean takes sams new affinity for physical contact as a reaction to finally having dean back, that he needs to feel that deans really there to believe it, but its a lot. a lot more than hes used to from sam.

he doesnt know. not for a while. he wouldnt think to suspect it. until eventually the truth comes out and deans fucking pissed that no one thought to tell him a fucking demon was piloting around his body for a few months, but he doesnt understand the level of reaction that sam gives. how guilty sam feels. until the guilt and the touching and ruby acting like sams jealous ex starts coming together in deans mind.

even if dean has feelings for sam or wouldve done the exact same if he was in sams position, i think it would still feel like a violation. sam took something that dean didnt give and for dean to realise that right after coming out of hell by the only person in the world he would trust not to violate him that way? itd be a lot to deal with. he'd push down his panic over it and laugh about it and make fun of sam for it and stop the conversation when sam sees straight through him and tries to have a genuine heart to heart about it because dean cant fucking handle the thought of having to talk about the repeated brutal rape and torture sessions he both endured and enacted in hell, or to console sam over it when he might fucking snap and beat him with a crowbar if he has to see sam acting like a kicked dog when hes the one who raped him.

it'd take a lot for them to work through. it wouldnt be sunshine and rainbows while they kiss and both declare their love for each other. dean doesnt talk about hell but they both know the memories consume him, a newfound violence in the way he kills, the effective coldness in the way he tortures and interrogates. the distance in his eyes when sam tries to talk to him when hes in that mindspace. thered be a lot of acting like they used to, then eventually dean snapping either because hes frustrated with feeling like he has to act like things are normal and that hes okay with what sam did, or frustrated that things do feel normal and that he still feels safe around sam.

they fight. its bad. not in a property damage way but in an emotions way because it all comes out. and then they slowly and gently work through it one step at a time.

[deadtiredghost]

so i turned a oneshot into a series. and that exploded into a whole thang in my brain but i struggle to write full stories so i am deciding to post some stuff here.

rottmnt Leo centric. I just see him slowly turning into that wine aunt as he gets older - ya know?

the kraang left Leo with a badly cracked shell and some lasting issues in his left leg - Mikey painted his cane blue

Leo started doing independent research into mystic medic shit after the kraang attack. the team medic fr

Leo spends a lot of time with CJ, coparenting fine with Casey after they figure each other out - makeup is the main thing they share in common.

Casey and Raph bff propaganda! they finish off the foot together or smming.

Triceraton arc:

the triceratons are fucking huge in rottmnt, like Leo doesnt come up to their ankle huge, and I see Raph using his hologram things to get bigger to fight, Donnie supporting him like in the kraang fight, Mikey using his super-strength to do damage and Leo initially being all flashy like he usually does but eventually realising that the only way they are going to have any chance is to use his portals to straight up chop the heads off of the triceratons - a CJ and Draxum approved plan.

cue angst and guilt - theyre like, 19, 18 & 17 respectively. they have encountered death before but never actively and intentionally killed anyone.

but like Leo would absolutely live in pain if that meant his family would be safe. and we have seen this time and time again.

#just super soldier problems:

and then the transition from these two alien invasions back to shutting down the run-of-the-mill villain of the week is jarring, and all the bros have a bit of trouble adjusting to non-leathal levels of strength

its good when they're just up against meatsweats or smming cause he got a similar mutation and can take their full force punches while even some yokai just need a gentler touch.

i'm thinking a teenage baxter stockboy is particularly difficult for this chaotic team to deal with because they're loud and violent by nature, while they need to shut off his tech without significantly hurting him

none of them are good at steath apart from Leo and none of them are good at tech apart from Don so to avoid raph eating more metal Leo decides to split the team up, which is met with resitence of course, but Leo is the logical planning guy and Raph and Mikey let emotion cloud their logic more than half the time.

I want Leo to get frustrated at how his family dont quite understand what he is trying to get at - #just ADHD things.

He needs to learn to be better at communicating, but his family also need to understand that he's not trying to procrastinate or goof off, it's kinda hard to explain something, even if its simple, when your brain is going a mile a minute and its so clear in Leo's brain what he wants that he forgets it isn't clear in other's (does that make sense? taking from personal experience here)

I also want Leo to learn in this conflict to stop relying on himself to avoid his siblings being in danger, because while he had told Dr Feelings over and over he got it and he wouldnt - he totally would and still hasnt stopped putting himself down to keep his family afloat.

Don gets an arc! its about being in an unhealthy relationship!

Don dates Kendra for a time. I think canonically Don would have a crush on Kendra, but it's not a healthy relationship and no one in the family likes her, which just allows her to isolate Donnie from their family etc. Kendra doesnt return as a 'villain' just an antagonist for Donnie personally, because the Purple Dragons cant just vanish from the story entirely.

imma give Donnie a Timothy as a friend because I feel bad for hurting them.

Rat King Arc:

like every villain in rottmnt, the Rat King is a significant issue they have to deal with. He is a human who wanted to discover the mysteries of Yokai and went crazy with empyrean use.

Unfortunately he can mind control rats... cue splinter angst as the family need to fight their father who is trying to kill them.

Big Mama makes a deal with the Rat King for Splinter becuase he is profit. Leo has to deal with her one way or another, so he makes a bet.

Unfortunately for Big Mama Splinter has a really bad back and Raph is very aware of his constant complaining, so he takes advantage of that to restrain him in battle, and then Splinter manages to snap out of the mind control because Raph smacks some sense into him (and some magic) - after Raph got mind controlled they all did some mind-protecting-techniques with Draxum for a while.

This whole Rat King arc is particularly hard on Raph :[

they go home happily ever after with some fun new trauma of their dad trying to kill them.

BISHOP!

next there is bishop, because Baxter is just a kid, he is barely a threat, and Donnie would just wipe any evidence of them off his tech of course? HAHA, nope. because bishop gets involved.

it takes a hot sec before they take Bishop seriously tbh. it was always a fear but as they had gotten more integrated into the Yokai city they had gotten too relaxed, relied too much on Donnie's tech and gotten too focused on their social/academic lives. so the government snuck up on them.

theyre about 22, 21, 20 at this point in time - they have already met Yuichi Usagi, Jennika and Leatherhead, and Donnie and Mikey are currently attending Yokai Uni.

So theyre all settled and "retired" from ninja stuff when disaster strikes and Leo and Raph get kidnapped by Bishop. Time for the pb&j duo to get them back!

Tigerclaw Arc:

I have more ideas involving tigerclaw but those ideas hindge on the ending of the Bishop idea, cause I have conflicting ideas for how it could end.

japanese assassin sent to kill the last few members of the Usagi clan so Leo gets involved and gets a new villain all to himself. (either Leo looses a leg to tigerclaw or Leo had already lost a leg to Bishop and is adjusting to his prosthetic still while fighting tigerclaw) Mikey, Raph and Don meet Kitsune, Alopex and Venus respectively during their trip to Japan and figuring out who has sent tigerclaw to attack their friend.

Haha. I threw Kitsune in there because she is another interesting villain and I would love to see rottmnt Mikey interact with her and slowly realise she isnt one of the 'good guys' and challenge his worlview that ;everyone who helps him must be nice and a good person' - tho i'm conflicted as to whether or not have her as a villain or just a criminal that fucks off to never be seen again

after all this they go get therapy.

Hope u enjoyed, just my brain has been circling these various scenes in my brain since 2024 started and I'll probs never get them onto paper, digital or otherwise.

if anyone felt inspired to write anything with one of these plot ideas in mind, feel free to! Would absolutely love that!

[luvdisease]

In our bedroom after the war

QUICK AZAZEL X KARLACH FIC I DID,,,

Wind whistled through the trees, converting excitement of the parties day into weary bones and heavy eyes. The tiefling passed her hand through soft, pink hair, carefully avoiding scratching at the scalp.

This couldn't be real, it's all Karlach had wanted and more. She focused on Azazel's face, sleeping ontop of her, studying his face as if trying to find some flaw, some giveaway that this was all just a dream. But as she watched more all she could get was a smile threatening to split her face in half. So long without touching another being in such a tender way, in a way that produced such loving silence, devoid of sickening screams of the dying, So long that it felt like the first time.

Was this even the same person? Azazel produced sleepy mumbles, an opposite to the known fearless leader, the rogue who would stop at nothing to get a job done. Yet, where others experienced his hostility, Karlach was met with a sweet and kind man, someone who would run across no mans land to protect her.

The other tiefling had done everything in his power to help as he learnt of Karlach's condition, and with the kiss they had shared after Dammon finished his work, it could be told his motivation hadn't been so selfless... That was all to think of later, Karlach was always one to focus more on the present than the past, and in the present, she was the happiest she'd been in years.

In future when all was said and done, bards would sing about those two fearless soldiers, parents would recount tales to their children of the lovebirds that broke their chains, But not this, Not the sweet way the smaller man buried his cheek into Karlachs hand, this was only for them. The world knew of the fury of avernus, Karlach was a far cry of what that name holds, the fury of avernus wouldnt be holding another so gently, as if they could shatter with one wrong touch.

The sound of the crackling fire guided her eyes closed, a much needed rest.

It's a good old life, isn't it?

[freebooter4ever]

You are incredibly talented. Might try start small business ik it's easiest said than done but I love your art

Awww, thank you!

but also lol, tragically i have a story for you. From a few thursdays ago when i had to miss the peng*uins game because of an industry event. See i had insider information that this particular company giving the talk is trending more towards layoffs than hiring so i was there purely to hear the talk and get inspiration for new techniques. And since i knew there wasnt any hope for a job, i confess i was my usual quiet self and just kinda sat on one of the fences off to the side while waiting for the talk to start (and evesdropping on some adorable college students one of whom was from seattle and was having a very loud discussion on the weather recently)(i remember what it was like to be that age and optimistic and bright eyed awww). And to my surprise someone came up to me! (gasp!) and we started talking and were bonding over having lived in new york, and how insane LA is in comparison. And i was having fun, this woman was interesting, i was making a connection, and maybe it wouldnt lead to anything but yay im not being a silent hermit! And then she started describing her job and the artists she represents and she dropped a number; 'the sculptor who i just signed a brand deal for has over 200k followers across all platforms'. And my eyes must have gone super wide or something. But somehow i gave it away that 200k followers was another level of ball game than the one i was playing. Cause shortly after that point she ghosted me. Which in irl looks like the person saying 'oh i recognize someone i wanted to say hi to!' (even after she told me that she came alone and didnt know anybody) and then running in the opposite direction without exchanging full names/contact info. And outwardly i was smiling but crying on the inside cause this is just how LA is

[floosies]

" run around just so i dont have to think about thinking. the silent sense of content that everyone gets just disappears soon as the sun sets."

he had the same routine every morning. even on his days off he had a routine. since the first demagorgon he's needed it. he's relied on it heavily. when his parents were home it was easier to forget about the nightmares and worries.

but it never lasted, because to them he was a well behaved boy who needed independence to grow into a responsible man. so after a couple of months at home they'd pack up and head out again. another month or so alone.

it was worse without robin. he would wake up screaming for someone to help him, to save him only to be met with the silence from the empty house. its why he avoided being alone like the plague, why he didnt mind if dustin wanted to have sleepovers or constantly ask for rides to the arcade.

sure he hated scoops ahoy but it meant he wouldnt be left alone with his thoughts. he saw the way dustin and robin enjoyed silence, like a prize after a long day. he wished he could feel the same, but when he sat alone in the silence his mind wandered to every possible way he could have prevented things, questioning if he was really alive, wondering why robin stuck around, if dustin would realize he wasnt worth idolizing.

they didnt know, he didnt want them to know the way his mind had changed so much since the first attack. he just wanted to protect them.

it worsened when he started working at family video. then he really wouldnt let up, every moment was planned, robin was constantly around him, and he went to sleep with the tv on high. on bad nights he even went to bed with his walkman blasting music from the headphones as loud as he could get it. sleep was never the same after everything. they all had that problem, they all knew they felt safer near each other but they also knew it was better to try not to depend on each other too much.

steve's condition, his new dilemma had become so engrained in his every day he slowly started to view it as normal.

(im not leaving it at that. he deserves some love and peace, so keep reading please ♥)

when she got to know him, really know him, she picked up on how he hated ending the day, how he would try and make people stay longer. she had nowhere really to be and would often find herself being the last person at his place.

they'd critize a celebrity on a late night show or the news stories they'd watch on the local news station. he'd bring up random facts that robin or dustin told him.

slowly she would start to stay over. they'd fall asleep with arms entangled tightly. she'd unintentionally end up meeting his parents on a few occassions, but they didnt mind, their minds were elsewhere, never really with their son. but her mind was always with him. she felt for him, she liked him, maybe even more.

it was gradual, but she came to ask him about it, about the nightmares and fears he had. he admitted to feeling selfish for not denying her staying over all the time or constantly calling her. she was robin's friend first, but she made it clear it made her happy to know he saw her as his safety net.

robin had mentioned he'd been through a lot and she was just glad he thought of her as a person he could trust. but by the time they'd had this conversation everyone else had already been miles ahead and knew they shared something more than friendship.

he moved out of his parents home a month or so after and moved in with her. the apartment wasnt big but it felt safe. her home felt like his home, it was welcoming, it was as warm as her. she was his peace, the one he had found hard to come by. he held her just as tightly as he had the first night they slept beside each other, he loved her. she loved him, and the silence in the night was easier, lighter, and sometimes filled with whispers against lips.

[himbos-hotline]

What do you think needs improvement in wwe and aew

OKAY so prefancing this by the fact I have not watch WWE in over a year and the only things I know about WWE now is what im getting from tumblr

both companies need to stop relying on the old stars/ old wrestlers needing either a money hit or a cash hit or like another grasp at talent. as much as I LOVE daddy ass and re-living my childhood in wrestling but like I get sooo tired of seeing people relive the glory days when they shouldnt *cough* ric flair *cough*. like theres sooo many talented younger wrestlers that arent getting shown on TV/ in the companies because older wrestlers get quick pops because of the nostalgia run. I see goldberg one more time I will actually explode.

Aew needs to book more womens matches and treat them at the same like bundle and preface as men! Like give us a womans blood and guts!! and more womens matches in genearal where its more of a rough and tumble vibe with blood. My favourite womens match is the thunder rosa brit baker cage match!! Also give me more nyla like I love nyla rose sooo much and shes so talented and cool and I wanna see her wrestle more

also things that feel like "small" tag teams, like the best friends, arent being like shown how talent they are. I know that sentence doesnt make sense. But re-watching aew during the pandemic era- where you had the trent vs kenny match it was so good and it really showwed just how cool and talented trent is in the ring and I think both him and chuck should be allowed to wrestle more and actually wrestle like do moves and win matches, theyre not just to push other talent or let newer tag teams win, its kinda depressing when taented wrestlers arent used in the way they deserve too

another thing and this is just for me, maybe this is just for me. Like long term storytelling suddenly either being shifted/stopped. Like do you remember when mox was facing [I think its either max or jericho] and someone like attacked him backstage and we NEVER EVER got told/figured out who attacked him and its kinda just been forgotten? ALSO as much as I love the elite and the hangkenny storyline and hangman rejoining the elite. He caused so much issues and trouble with everything and he hurt them, like matt said that bte episode "it hurt my heart" and theyve all like, just kinda accpeted him back. No like deep apology or "you have to prove yourself" or whatever. Its like they forgot the entire three year story they told. Also kenny finding out about the fucking nod- it could have been done so much deeper and sadder and emotional, the bucks have been there with kenny since his breakdown/breakup with kota and theyve always had his back until the one moment he needed them and they sided with hangman. But instead of all of that we got "k its cool" and I dont know if its gonna like come back up after all the kenny dealing with callis emotions is gone. Cuz thats gotta like fuck someone up mentally, suddenly loosing that abusive manipultive hold on you suddenly disappearing.

and FANS!! like, I love wrestling fans but also god I hate them so much. Guys, Guys I am begging y'all to stop showing wrestlers fanfics/ship-fanart and everything else. its not like made FOR them its made FOR other fans. I wouldnt want to be exposed to being shipped with my friends by people online. Like....ugh. ALSO like a small thing that pisses me off is fans thinking we can like, touch them in sexual ways. this is mostly cis-het men touching cis women wrestlers on their asses and tits. Like you wouldnt like if someone fondled your dick without asking. Concent is important and its not just for ike, fucking. its for every single thing in life. Yall can cuddle the wrestlers if they say you can but god if youre making people uncomfortable and gross its fucking bullshit and youre a sucky human being.