#and to respond by digging your heels in and turtling up

[remusmainhoe]

12 Grimmauld place: remus x reader x sirius smut

remus, and sirius finding the reader masturbating, and teasing her a bit.

You were currently staying at #12 Grimmauld place along with Sirius as well as Remus. It was late in the afternoon, you had just wrapped up a meeting with the order, and you couldn’t stop thinking about them, so you sneaked off to your room. Sirius always liked to tease you in those damn meetings, his rough hand gracing your leg, and Remus's leg always touching yours. They both liked to tease you, but in different ways. Sirius was bolder and liked to watch how he could make a mess of you, Remus however liked to tease you just enough where you couldn’t focus.

You laid in bed thinking more and more about them, your panties damp as you rubbed your legs together. You took a deep breath, your heart yearning for attention, but only from them. Your hands slid from your white blouse to your skirt, your fingers going to your clit putting aside your underwear. Making little circles with your fingers, your mind going back to those times Sirius would fuck you, grabbing on to his long raven black hair as he stretched you out. Your breathing quickened, the image in your head shifting to Remus, how you would trace his scars delicately from his chest till you fixed your attention on his member. You could feel that amazing orgasm building on your stomach, your memory of Sirius pounding you yet all you could do was suck on Remus's length. You didn’t even hear your bedroom door opening.

“Couldn’t even wait for us” Sirius’s voice making your eyes shoot open as you sat up. Remus and Sirius were at the entrance of your door, Sirius had a smirk and Remus had a hungry look in his eyes.

“Poor thing couldn’t help it, could you?” Remus said you shook your head no. “whatever could have gotten you so wet for us?”

“You” you whispered under your breath, Both of them started to approach you.

“I'm afraid you’ll need to speak up darling” Sirius spoke, lifting your head to see them.

“Both of you” you answered louder for them to hear.

“You hear that moony?” Sirius turned to Remus.

“Naughty thing, good girls wait to be pleased” Remus growled teasingly, his fingers slipping to your core making you inhale, “still so wet, I don't even think she got a chance to finish” he took his fingers from your core to his mouth, licking them.

“Poor thing” Sirius grabbed your face “do you wanna cum pet?” You nodded, Remus slapped your thigh.

“If you want to cum you have to be good, good girls answer out loud when spoken to, understand?”

You were about to shake your head again, but answered “yes”

“Yes, what?” Sirius whispered.

“Yes daddy”

“Look at her be so good just so we can help her out” Sirius praised. Remus started to take off your skirt and panties while Sirius took off your blouse and bra leaving you naked in the middle of the bed.

“Get on your fours darling” Sirius commanded you. You did as he said, they both moved positions. Remus was now behind you, and Sirius was in front of you, they both started unbuckling their belts, releasing their lengths.

“Are you sure about this love?” Sirius said to you for reassurance.

“Yes,” you answered, Remus, slapped your ass slightly in response. “Yes daddy” you corrected yourself.

“Good girl” Remus praised.

Sirius was first, taking his length, now hard and soaked in pre-cum, and you took him in your mouth as he groaned in satisfaction. Bobbing your head, Sirius’s fingers tangled in your head. You then felt Remus stroke your pussy with his dick, your speed on Sirius becoming faster. Without warning you felt Remus stretch you out, he gave you a moment to adjust to him, you started to move your hips eager for him to start, he chuckled in response.

“You take me so well bunny” Remus growled “look at y/n’s tits bounce for us”

“Don’t cum until we tell you to” Sirius instructed.

The sensation in your stomach started to build up, but you held it back wanting to be good for them. Remus’s thrusts became a lot faster, which meant he was also starting to climax, and you could feel Sirius’s length twitch in your mouth. You clenched to tighten the walls around Remus, which in turn made him cum, just in time for Sirius to cum in your mouth, but you hadn’t been told to cum so you had held it back. Remus pulled out of you dripping, you gave Sirius kitten licks to clean him up.

“Aw, poor thing didn’t get to finish,” Sirius said wiping your mouth with his thumb.

“Well we have another order meeting in 5 minutes” Remus responded getting dressed, you stared at them with a look of betrayal making them laugh lightly.

“But…” you were at a loss of words, they kissed you lightly on your forehead “sorry love, but we have to go” and with that, they left you frustrated in the middle of the bed, you were half expecting them to come back saying it was only a joke.

You couldn’t believe those wankers, fine, if they wanted to play it like this. You got up from the bed to the bathroom to take a shower. Usually, you would wear very simple robes, and you wouldn’t wear any makeup, but you couldn’t let this go. Going to your closet, you took out a white crop top turtle neck, pairing it with a black and white plaid skirt that you knew if you leaned too far you were sure to not leave anything to the imagination, and touching it all up with the black Gucci belt that Sirius got you for Christmas. Underneath the outfit you chose, you put on some lace underwear and bra, finishing it all off with some heels. After putting on some makeup, a hair charm, and perfume, you made your way downstairs.

The meeting was still going on, today they were having it in another room of the house, so you decided to wait patiently, and innocently in the kitchen with the others. You had just graduated from Hogwarts, so you were friends with, Fred, and George who were in their last year, and you got along with everyone just fine. You walked into the kitchen catching everyone's eye.

“Bloody hell y/n, what’s the occasion” Fred was the first to speak, Molly smacked him on the head in response.

“I think you look lovely dear” Molly smiled.

“Thank you,” you said, and started helping Molly make the food for dinner.

“So why did you get all sexy?” Ginny whispered to you with a grin.

You shrugged casually “I just liked the outfit, and wanted to treat myself” she gave you a disbelieving look. After helping clean up the kitchen a little bit, Molly sent you to set the table, just in time for the meeting to come to an end. You caught glimpse of Remus and Sirius, who were struggling to not stare. You managed to get a seat between Remus and Sirius, but with Molly in front of you, you knew you had to be careful.

You very subtly and slowly started to grace your leg on Remus, making him choke slightly on his cup of pumpkin juice. And then you leaned across Sirius to grab a helping of mashed potatoes, and you might have leaned a bit closer on him than was necessary, but still making sure that no one else noticed. Almost at the end of dinner, while the others were talking, you placed a hand on Sirius’s thigh, making him bite his lip subtly.

Everyone started to clean up, and you helped Molly clean the table. Feeling Remus and Sirius’s eyes on you, you said goodnight to everyone and made your way to your room. Entering your room, you closed the door but didn’t lock it, and laid on your bed waiting, hearing the others leave downstairs.

“Well well well” you hear Remus say, footsteps following his, and the creak of the door as it opened and closed.

“What a naughty little girl” Sirius growled. You sat up, looking up at them trying to look innocent.

“Don't give us that look,” said Remus in a low voice, “you know exactly what you were doing”

“I had no choice,” you said innocently “I was so good for you, and you left me frustrated”

“Why don't we fix that then” they both got on the bed, Remus started kissing your neck leaving marks, and Sirius started to take off your skirt.

“You did all of that just for us?” Sirius smirked as he started taking off your panties. “And she’s even wetter than before, poor thing. So desperate for us, are you?” Sirius commented. You couldn’t even answer before he started to trace circles on you, and Remus started messaging your tits.

“I still have not told you to cum for us yet love” Remus whispered in your ear, “be good, and we might let you”

All you heard was Remus take off his pants, you felt him slide under you pushing his length in your ass. “So good for us princess,” he said as he started thrusting into you after letting you adjust to him. Sirius took an opportunity to also take out his dick as he slid into your core, stretching you ever so slightly once more that day. His thumb on your clit.

Sirius then started to mark your breasts with his mouth, playing with your nipples. “Beg” he whispered in your ear.

“Please” you managed to say between moans “please daddy”

Your walls started to throb around Sirius, you didn’t know how long you could hold it for. “Cum for us” Remus whispered to you. “I wanna hear you, love,” Sirius said as he came in you, but you didn’t even notice, you were a mess. Your entire body felt like it was vibrating, your nails digging on Sirius’s back, your head leaning back on Remus.

“Such a good girl”

[mamahersh]

The Road to Hell (is Paved with Good Intentions) Chapter 6

“Season 8 was well underway, and the server’s first conflict is bubbling just under the surface. But BDoubleO can’t worry about that right now because he has an Etho to find so they can work on the Horse Course together. However when Xisuma calls a surprise server meeting on behalf of EvilXisuma, BDubs gets his answers about where Etho’s been in the worst way possible.”

(CW: angst, blood, gore, torture)

Chapter rating: M

Sorry, chapter’s a little on the shorter side today, but that’s how the cookie crumbled, eh? On plus y’all get a long boi for a final chapter tomorrow! But yes, please enjoy BDubs and Etho centered chapter!

As always, if you enjoyed this chapter or this fic, I was directly inspired by this oneshot on AO3, so give them some love!

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 7 (Final chapter!)

They had been trying to find the hidden base for the last hour and a half, and they were still no closer to finding Etho. BDubs wanted to viciously tear something limb from limb (not really, he had felt that bloodlust already, and he couldn’t do that to himself again). The multiple scout groups were still in the process of methodically digging down and then flying back up out of the hole only to travel 9 blocks forward to do it all over again. The worst part was that they were only about half way done with this, and still no sign of Etho. Pulling his head back and stretching out his shoulders, BDubs looked around the hole he was in and double checked his communicator to see what his Y coordinate was. Seeing he was at the bottom of the digging depth they had set, he sighed and pulled out his rockets to fly out. Mechanically, he hopped up and let the wings on his back catch the air as he launched straight up with a rocket. Knowing he would need multiple to get out, he spammed 4 more rockets in quick succession to get out of the hole. However he accidentally set off 5, and flew far above the ground out of the hole, and into the blue sky. He cursed under his breath, as this was a waste of time that he could be spending digging. But before he was about to take off his wings to fall at terminal velocity to the ground, he caught sight of something on the edge of his render distance near build height. He didn’t think anyone had been building up that far, and realizing it was a bit along the same axis they were trying to explore, he flew up even higher to try and get a better look at whatever it was.

The closer BDubs got to the structure, the more hope began to pool in his chest. The structure was a strange box up at world build height, seemingly made out of obsidian. The box itself was a large 13x13x7 cubic room, with seemingly no entrances nor exits. BDubs could think of nothing else other than it would be simple to hide a 9x9x3 box inside and protect it with layers of obsidian and lava. Not wanting to break his cover just yet, he decided to make a note of the coords in chat without sending it; and then fly to the next closest searching Hermit. 

He quickly found Tango, and explained the situation to him, before they both flew off back to the coordinates to investigate. “I can see what you mean. I’m surprised we hadn’t seen it sooner when we were flying around this area.”

“Well we were looking for something on the ground,” admitted BDubs, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. “It makes sense we didn’t notice something in the sky till now.”

“Good eyes either way, my fellow big-eyed broski. How do we want to go about this then? Should we just announce the coords in chat and risk that scumbag getting away?” asked Tango, rocking back on his heels as he himself did some thinking.

“I was hoping to somehow pass a message along without letting EvilX onto our plans. What’s the closest base to here?”

Tango thought for a moment, looking at the surrounding country-side as he did so. “You know, I think we’re pretty close to my turtle farm at the moment. Closest base to that would be Joe and Cleo’s so we could meet there. If we didn’t want to draw as much suspicion though, we’d probably want to meet up at Jevin’s base or Stress’s base, since they are located pretty close to the center of the search pattern.”

BDubs nodded and thought for a second, but decided speed would be more valuable than caution. “Let’s have them meet at Joe and Cleo’s base. Anyone late to the meeting we can meet along the way back and let them know what’s going on as we go to raid.”

With the plan set, Tango quickly put out a message saying that all search party members should meet at Joe and Cleo’s base for a meeting about a potential new search pattern. BDubs hoped that the other Hermits wouldn’t waste too much time in flying down by complaining or asking too many questions that could potentially blow their cover. Glancing down at his communicator as they took off in Joe and Cleo’s direction, he saw most of the chat filled with confused but willing Hermits. He looked away to focus on his flight, and thanked his lucky stars that the other Hermits were able to take a hint better than he could.

“Don’t worry Etho, we’re coming. We know where you are, we just gotta break in,” BDubs muttered to himself, happy to already see the skeletal structure of Joe and Cleo’s mega-build castle. He could see Cleo, XB, and Hypno already gathering in the center of the small town at the base of the castle, and BDubs just hoped the rest of the searchers would be there soon. “Just hold on…”

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Etho came to to see EvilXisuma’s mask right in his face. To complain about the inconvenience of still being attached to the chair (though he had managed to get his left arm entirely removed from the cuff and was working on both of his legs, but then again his upper arm was still pinned to the chair.), Etho decided the most expedient way was to spit on EvilXisuma’s mask. He managed to get some spittle and blood onto the mask on his first try, so he counted it as success, even though he was immediately punched in the face. Admittedly, the punch barely registered as pain, since he was already in so much pain constantly. But he had been in so much pain for so long, it just didn’t really register anymore in general. Sure, his body would shudder, and squirm, and instinctively try to get away; but the rest of him just tried focusing on getting out of his binds a little more every time he respawned. 

“Well Ethoslab, I was going to say it’s been a pleasure, but after such a rude greeting, I think I’m just going to leave the punch as my response to our time together. Unfortunately for me, I must be off. Your friends seem to have caught on to our whereabouts, so I’ll leave you with a little present and then I’ll be off. If, for whatever reason Xisuma can’t figure out respawn, I might make a second appearance. Wouldn’t want you all to suffer needlessly for the sins of a few.”

Etho tried to glare at EvilXisuma, but he just couldn’t get his face to respond, so he settled for just being generally unresponsive, since his tongue never did grow back after all the respawns. His breathing picked up though as EvilXisuma pulled out a water bucket. Dread pooled in his stomach as he began to realize what final hell EvilXisuma was planning on leaving him in. “I can see you understand what my present is for you, and I know those watching are probably very aware as well. So I’ll just finish up and I wish you the best till your friends come by to save you. I’m sure you can recover from this kind of repeated respawn.”

With that, EvilXisuma created a small tower of cobble behind Etho’s chair and set the bucket of water loose on the top of the tower. And of course, the water flowed down and over Etho himself. Before the water covered his head, he managed a single breath, and he held it as long as he could as he felt the water cover his entire head. Through the water, he watched EvilXisuma fiddle with his communicator and then disappear as if he had never been there in the first place.

Etho tried that first breath to hold onto it as long as possible. But his lungs were not infinite, and he eventually succumbed to the lack of air.

“Ethoslab drowned whilst trying to escape EvilXisuma.”

“Ethoslab drowned”

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“Ethoslab drowned”

“Ethoslab drowned” “ETHO!!”

[aurora-the-kunoichi]

Prologue of A Year Without Welcome To The Foot

Karai finally gets her hands on Leo and begins the process of making him hers. 

WARNING: RAPE/NON CON

Here is the story that follows this nugget

The cold; that was the first thing he realized when the haze of unconsciousness lifted. The second was the unfavorable position he was now in, stripped of all gear and his clothes besides the tight boxer briefs clinging to his muscular thighs and that he was restrained to a large metal table. The only good thing was that his many cuts and abrasions he had sustained from his fight with Karai and the Foot were now bandage. He mentally berated himself; he had gotten sloppy and forgot to pay attention to his surroundings for a few moments and that moment of lapse in his training had cost him dearly.

 It had been a slow night; Don had remained home with you back at the lair and Raph and Mikey were scattered about the city with their own watch. Each of his younger brothers had chirped in his ear to end the night, something about a video game that needed conquering. Making the call he pressed his thumb down on the com beginning his order to call it a night. “Alright guys, it’s been slow…” mid-sentence he heard them, heard the shuriken wiz by slicing the wire to his com severing the connection with his brothers.

The comm dropped from his fingers as he dodged several bodies aimed for him all holding what looked like a net, they may have caught him off guard, but he wouldn’t make it easy for them.

 The muscle bound mutant rolled away from their searching hands but managed to end up before a smug Karai, hands on her hips, katana in hand. Before the fight had even started she knew she had won. He was hopelessly outnumbered.

 The fight he put up sent many of her men to their early graves but in the end, Leo was outnumbered and outflanked and with a tranq dart to his neck from long range got them the edge they needed to secure the leader. They had caught him unawares and it cost him his freedom.

 Now he was god knows were, defenseless and at their mercy.

 He sat alone in that room for nearly 30 minutes before he heard the clicks of her high heels against the cement floor approaching the door. The door handle turned and the dark hair Kunoichi slipped soundlessly into the room. She stayed back watching him with her hands hidden behind her back. Her dark brown eyes drug over him in a predatory gaze making him feel like a piece of meat on display.

 “What do you want Karai?” he finally rumbled angrily. Her red lips parted into a wide smile that gave him chills, this wasn’t a welcoming smile, oh no this toothy grin promised agony that hadn’t even begun.

 “Want?” she tutted pushing away from the wall. “I already have what I want….” She came up beside Leonardo allowing her right hand to run up the length of his calf all the way to the muscular thigh stopping just before she reached the substantial bulge in his underwear. She licked her lips hungry for the prize that lay beneath.

 When her eyes met his Leo knew exactly what she meant and growled yanking at his unforgiving restraints, “I am not an item to be picked off the shelf for your entertainment Karai. I am not yours, nor will I ever be.”

 She ignored him and continued her examination keeping the pads of her fingers on his green flesh. “I’ve waited so long for this moment Leonardo; I’ve dreamt of it actually. I’ve woken up breathless and throbbing with my unspent desire for you. Finally I have you to myself, to see what this magnificent body of yours can do to mine.” Eyes hooded she leaned down to him. “I wonder if your can smell my need for you right now?”

 That he did, it was pungent and sour, a testament to her promiscuity within the clan. “You will do nothing to this body; it does not belong to you. I’m warning you Karai, do not touch me.”

 “Ahh my dear Leonardo that is where you are wrong…at least for the moment.” Finally, her other hand appeared holding a syringe and her thumb pressed down a little on the plunger to expel a thin stream of the liquid held inside. “Besides what will you do if I do take what I want from you? You are far from home and your brothers my love and without your tracking beacon in your com I’m afraid a rescue attempt will be unlikely. But I do have good news, have you ever desired to see Japan Leonardo? Because that is where you are, several floors below ground in Foot Headquarters in Tokyo Japan.”

 Leo felt his heart begin to beat wildly behind his chest plates. He was across the ocean in Japan and more importantly what was in her hand? He shifted in his restraints now focused fully on the substance in the syringe. His tongue darted out moistening his dry lips and Leo locked eyes with his deadly capture. “What’s in the syringe Karai?”

 Karai smiled sweetly at the panicking terrapin and began to take her shoes off letting them clatter to the cold floor. Next her fingers found her belt and with one hand shimmied out of her tight black pants and slipped her shirt over her head.  There she stood half naked in her deep blue lace bra and panties. There was no way that wasn’t coincidence.  

 “Do you like them Leo? I wore them just for you, for our first time…..”

 “No.” he snapped in a commanding voice, Hoping maybe he could talk some sense into her “You are not going to do this. There is no honor is rape Karai, because that is what this will be if you continue on this path. I am not willing. What’s in the syringe?” He asked again.

 Karai taped a finger on the glass tube gently making the liquid slosh around. “Oh this? This is something very important my love. This serum is fresh off the press and ready to help you see things my way. In fact you’ll be happy to obey my orders and you’ll be my right hand man, my companion, my lover. You see, I’ve wanted you for a very long time you troublesome turtle. You’ve defying me for the last time, you belong to me now, to the foot.” She ran the tip of the needle over his thigh and up the tender green skin between his carapace and plastron. “This is the first dose, to make you pliable, confused and compliant. I need you disoriented for this process to work.”

 “What process? Karai? Please don’t do this?” You ran through his mind, his brothers, he was in trouble and no one knew where he was. Then he felt it, the sting of the needle piercing the scales in the crook of his arm. He hissed and watched helplessly as the kunoichi pressed the plunger down injecting the unknown substance into his veins.

 The effects were almost instantaneous, a flood of warmth converged through his system fogging his senses.  Leo’s head lulled back and forth trying to pull his thoughts back; he tried focusing on you, your face, and your laugh. “Y/N” he moaned helplessly seeing your face fade into the haze.

 Fighting with himself Leo felt someone get on the table, moving over him and straddling his hips. Then warm wandering hands began roaming digging into the hard muscle of his thighs, slipping under the thin fabric that was his only sanctuary in this mess.

 “Leo.” A soft voice cooed gently in the fog, “I want you.”

 “Y/N?” he called again confused, what was happening?

 “No Leo it’s me, Karai, your love, your mate.” Karai leaned forward into his blurry field of vision.

 His blue eyes blinked rapidly trying to clear his vision, and the confusion bloomed when warm lips covered his. Slow and deep the kiss progressed quickly and Leo couldn’t help but rumble into the mouth that demanded his obedience, his surrender.

 Karai did her best not to squeal in delight as Leo’s confusion continued and now he was starting to respond to her kiss.  His lips parted allowing her tongue to taste the sweetness of his mouth sweeping over his tongue. The Doctor was worth his weight in gold, it was working! Leonardo was going to be hers.

 She rocked her hips into his groin, two thin pieces of fabric separating her from her ultimate goal, the terrapin’s glorious cock. Her cunt snapped at the thought of it and was absolutely soaking being so close to its prize. Karai released his mouth and traveled south licking her way down the scarred plastron. When her mouth came to the V of his thighs she found his cock already half hard from the concoction running through his veins.

 She pulled down the elastic of his underwear and palmed the rapidly swelling flesh, covering the leaking helm with her mouth savoring the musky flavor of the mutant. It was even better then she had imagined.  

 When his hips bucked up in reaction Karai sunk down to the root of him swallowing when he rammed into the back of her throat. She hummed around the embedded flesh and the terrapin lifted his hips and moaned. “That’s it give in to me.” Karai crooned in her mind.

 Karai took advantage of the lift and snuck both hands under his ass grabbing at the dense muscles there. She hollowed her cheeks and began to bob her head up and down working the turtle into a whimpering frenzy.

 Leo’s breath hitched and growled, “Karai stop…I-I don’t want this….gods help m-meee…fuck…”

 With a pop her mouth came free of his cock and she crawled up his body straddling his hips once again. “You’re mine now Leo, you can never go back to her, but your brothers are part of my plan and they will follow soon enough but I need you first, body and soul.” Karai reached down to her panties and moved to the side gripping his throbbing length in her hand giving it a commanding squeeze.

 The fog grew thicker dulling everything he was, he could feel her touching him, sucking him. He didn’t want this, this wasn’t right…..please someone help. The cold was seeping away now; fire bloomed in his veins as he tried to fight its hold on him. He was losing.

 As the cold air hit his cock and her body slipped up to cover his hips Leo tensed. Her hand gripped him hard and he shifted his hips trying to move free of her unwanted grasp. “Please…stop..” he tried again but she didn’t relent and when she slowly lowered herself onto his cock Leo squeezed his eyes shut as the tight heat engulfed him.

 “Oooh..ooOohhh…fuck…Leooooo.” Karai sang as his massive length filled her eager cunt to the point of pain. She had never taken someone so big, the mix of pain and pleasure was mind numbing and she cried out at the euphoria of their union.

 When she finally took every pulsing inch he had to offer Karai let out a low whimper at the sheer fullness of it all. She stilled as her ass rested on his lower plastron and she could feel the faintest twitch from the embedded flesh. It was overwhelming, glorious and she wanted it all and now she had it.

 After adjusting to his turgid length she lifted her hips pulling almost free of the rooted flesh and slammed back down making both parties gasp. As the pain began to subside and bloom into a raging inferno of bliss Karai tilted her hips and began to ride the confused terrapin with enthusiasm. “Leo…mmmmfuckk..you’re so bi…FUCK! I didn’t know it would be this good!”  

 Leo tried so hard to keep his body from responding to the unwanted stimuli. No matter how much he concentrated the serum coursing through his blood stream was taking away his will. His hips lifted on their own accord to meet every downward thrust Karai gave. Even the tight coiling heat in his belly was spiraling out of control. He didn’t want this but Karai knew what she as doing, she knew where to touch, how to angle her body to make sure her silken core ran over the right spots of his cock. His fingernails scrapped across the metal as Leo fought of control, he didn’t want to give her his seed, and it wasn’t for her. It was for……..who was it for again? He belonged to someone right? He wasn’t supposed to be here, this woman atop of him wasn’t supposed to be doing this? Right? But then why did it feel so good? No, he was being raped, he was being taken without his permission. Karai was raping him!

 “S-stopp…..shell….please….oh gods!” he moaned thrashing beneath the determined kunoichi.

 “If y-you don’t like it then why are you so fucking hard?!”

 His cock was aching from the very base to the tip as she gripped the sides of his plastron, nails digging into his exposed sides. Karai ground down suddenly making the tip of his member press to the back of her sodden canal.  The pressure burned at the base of his cock and when she lifted quickly drug her cunt over the underside of his head and she arched crooning her pleasure and then tensed.  

 “Leoooo….LEO SO GOOD! I’mmm going…too…Oh my god!! LEOOO!”

 He felt the flood of her release first then the muscles of her core constrict around him as Karai sped up her rhythm now dropping down to meet his driving hips. She began to flutter around him pulling at his release Leonardo had been trying so desperately to withhold. The heat in his belly coiled tighter and as his name resounded throughout the small room the thread finally snapped on his famous control and his climax hit hard. The muscles in his thick legs tensed pushing up into the body above him sinking the rapidly expanding length into the willing heat that was surrounding him. Leonardo roared pouring every pulse of his cum into her warmth milking him into oblivion. His balls clenched pushing every drop of his ejaculate out giving all he had to his captor.

 As his heart beat faster and his inhibitions lowered from the serotonin flooding his system the serum worked its magic seeping into his brain dulling memories and his free will. His brothers faces faded, you faded, the lair and his life as he known it. He was losing it all.  

 Karai gripped his face and kissed Leonardo fiercely as they both came down. Her hips rolled feeling him still rock hard within. “We are far from done with you my love but this process will be so delicious. Welcome to the Foot Leonardo.”

 @blossom-skies​ @imthegreenfairy88​ @ravn-87​ @bayverse-turtle-power​ @hollybunch95​ @southernblossoms​

[shih-coulda-had-it]

look at yourself! you’re beautiful!

Summary: Sorahiko’s self-esteem is... not awful, necessarily, but there’s nothing wrong with trying to prop it up with positive reinforcement. In other words, Nana’s on a mission to land a compliment.

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Anytime Nana complimented Sorahiko, anything she complimented him on, the same thing always happened. He flustered, he equivocated, and then he drew himself into a prickly shell that like a turtle that shot back crabby, grumbled remarks and did what she said.

Neither Nana nor Sorahiko had grown out of these responses. It’d become a routine between them, something they’d break out to entertain friends or lighten the hearts of civilians they’d saved (the downside being, perhaps, that she and Sorahiko then were cooed over for being such a cute couple). Something about a tall, muscled guy with a blush spreading fast to his ears made a shitty day seem brighter, if only for a second.

Things you take in stride: optimism, pessimism, a large dose of denial.

“Nice moves!”

“Same as they were yesterday.”

And so on. But hey! Now that they had moved in together - bachelor(ette) living on a rookie pro-hero’s salary was a pipe dream - surely Nana had the right to tell him nice things?

She tried it a week into their new living arrangement. Early in the morning, before their shared rounds, during breakfast. He had cooked a traditional spread: rice, tamagoyaki, two slices of pan-fried salmon, miso soup. Of all the things Nana had not predicted… well, maybe she was being unfair. Toride was the kind of mother to instill life skills and common sense into her only son.

“Thank you for the meal!” she chirped.

“Thank you for the meal,” he muttered, reshuffling his legs to sit on the other side of their coffee table. Two clean snaps of their disposable chopsticks later, and they were finally digging in. The morning sun flooded past the blinds, the air-con was working, and while it wasn’t idyllic (the apartment lacked actual dining furniture; Sorahiko had overcooked the salmon; her socks were developing holes), Nana felt content.

“Hey, Sorahiko, this tastes amazing! How early did you wake up to cook?”

“An hour ago.”

So, sometime during her morning run. Encouragingly, Nana said, “I really appreciate it,” instead of her first reaction, which was to demand why he had broken his habit of sleeping in. Sorahiko ducked his head and hunched lower, so Nana switched gears. “Want me to take care of tomorrow’s breakfast?”

“I can do it.”

“Yeah, but do you want me to?” She stressed, and she watched, fascinated, the way Sorahiko turned a bright pink. Nana warmed to the idea in leaps and bounds. “I wake up first anyways. Bet I could bring breakfast to you in bed!”

“We eat at different times,” Sorahiko deflected. “Today was just a coincidence.”

“Pancakes. I’ll make pancakes for you.”

He lifted his eyes. “... Pancakes,” he echoed. There was the sweet tooth overpowering common sense; Nana occasionally relied on it to persuade Sorahiko into doing dumb things for boxes of taiyaki. “Do we even have supplies for that?”

“We pass by the supermarket all the time!” Nana scooped the last of her rice and salmon into her mouth; Sorahiko watched fondly until she swallowed and pursued where she left off. “Lemme do something nice for you, huh? You’ve already made my day a hundred times better, setting up breakfast.”

“What, were you anticipating a bad day?”

“As you like to say...”

“Don’t quote my words back at me.”

Nana grinned, and leaned over the table, picked up the last of the tamagoyaki slices and dropped it in his bowl. “Eat up, Sorahiko. Gotta make sure your heroic figure doesn’t waste away.”

“I could stand a diet or two is what I’m hearing,” he responded dryly.

“I didn’t say that!” She just offered to make him pancakes! 

“‘Sorahiko, stop eating taiyaki, those aren’t even for muscle gains,’” Sorahiko mocked, pitching his voice hair and cutesy. It made her hair stand on end. Yikes. In her internal agony - shit, she hadn’t realized he would take the teasing seriously - Nana neglected to stop him from dropping the slice into her emptied bowl. He got to his feet and started clearing the dishes, and put a playful tone to her old jokes. “‘Sorahiko, is that another gear swap? Did you outgrow last year’s already?’”

“I’m so sorry,” she said, a little faintly. 

“What for?”

Being mean, Nana thought. But he was already sweeping into the kitchen, and so her only course of action was to hurriedly eat the salty tamagoyaki and add it to the dirty dishes. By that time, Sorahiko was determinedly refusing to talk about it.

So it wasn’t new, Nana complimenting him.

But now she had a legitimate justification. Now, Nana was on a mission.

She started small. She had to, or else Sorahiko would immediately grow suspicious and just, never accept a compliment again. And then he’d be sad, and probably self-destructive, and what kind of best friend would Nana be if she didn’t at least nudge him in the right direction?

“Good work today!” she said brightly, clapping his arm as they returned to her agency. “I wouldn’t have clocked that last guy as quickly. Would’ve turned into a block-wide chase without you there.”

“You would’ve gotten him.” His trust in her was, as usual, stomach-flutter-inducing, but Nana had long practice in stomping on those feelings. “I saw you going already for the shopkeeper’s hose.”

“Oh, no wonder you lobbed him at me.”

“Plan went perfectly.” Sorahiko fell back and let her go inside first. Nana spun on her heel and started walking backwards, grinning, grinning wider when she saw the corners of his mouth quirk upwards.

“I’m glad you’re my partner, y’know? Best one I could’ve asked for.”

The white lenses of his mask prevented her from meeting his eyes; Nana was pretty certain his gaze had slipped away and fixated on a point elsewhere. “Obviously,” he said gracelessly, and he nodded to the point; Nana dodged one of her employees without having to look. In a quieter voice, Sorahiko added, “You too.”

Her heart swelled, and then they were swamped with paperwork.

.

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A/N: So I found the k!nkmas list of prompts, and this was a stab at the first one (mirror | praise), but the way I set it up here would have necessitated a longer oneshot. Which I will most certainly dwell on. Because at some point, Nana sits Sorahiko at the foot of his bed, a full-length mirror in front, and then. well. sorahiko’s praise k!nk and top!nana, what can i say, i’m a simple fool

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CH 4 | To Catch A Turtle Dove

Fandom: One Piece Setting: Victorian AU Genre: Action, Adventure, Humor, Friendship, Romance. Pairings: Law/Nami Rating: M - Mature (for language, drinking and alcohol, death and some moderate gore, other adult themes)

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Chapter 4: Nojiko and Rebecca

“Half a mast—just floatin’ there in the water off the cliffs!”

“Shipwreck, ya think?”

“That’s what ‘e thinks, least. Up near the northern coast of Flevance.”

Nami leaned against the deck railing of the ferry keeping her absent gaze on the approaching docks, but tuned a curious ear toward the fisherman conversing against the cabin wall behind her.

“Makes sense. Those waters are damn scary. Any survivors?”

“None that ‘e found when ‘e went ta look, though ‘e said ‘e didn’ get too close—you know ‘ow the tide is up there. ‘e did find a piece ‘o hull though. Poor crew musta gotten thrashed on the rocks in that storm th’other day.”

The second man tutted, a protesting squeal from the hinges of the cabin door sounding behind her before the loud thud of it closing, muffled voices continuing through the wall.

She shook her head. It was a right shame, if true—no one deserved to die at the hands of the northern coast. They were the most treacherous waters in all of Grandlin, subject to strong winds, unpredictable tides, hidden rocks, and occasional sheets of ice. She would have to remember to mention it to Robin once she returned home tomorrow, though—the older woman always was oddly fascinated by such morbid stories.

The wind and sea spray began to die down as the ferry approached the Cocoyasi docks, and Nami felt a familiar twinge of homesickness as the deck hand jumped off the boat onto the docks, another shipmate tossing him a rope to secure the craft. The two fisherman and only other passengers—headed to a different island in the chain—returned to the deck, conversation now focused on the falling price of tuna as she pulled away from the rail and made for the short gangplank now being lowered.

Nami stepped carefully down the sloping wood, heels thumping noisily as she landed on the worn dock. It had been at least six months since she’d been here—early summer and sunny with blue skies. Now, though the islands were far warmer than Flevance, still the approach of winter was evident in the grey clouds covering the sun from view and the subtle bite to the air. A gentle breeze pulled at the hair she wore long and loose down her back as she tucked her bag more firmly under her elbow and made her way down the dock and towards the village which raised her.

It was an easy walk up the dirt road, Cocoyasi visible atop the crest of the hill. She gazed at it fondly before turning her head to follow the path she knew lay beyond her sight, from the village’s center to the cliff jutting into the ocean on her left, where her childhood home lay hidden by the trees.

As she approached the village’s small main street two young boys playing a raucous game of tag spotted her. Jonny careened to a halt in the middle of the road, waving enthusiastically in her direction and ignoring his companion who ran headlong into his back.

“Namiii! Welcome back!”

She smiled at the boy, his companion soon spotting her and waving as well. They didn’t wait for her to reach them, instead running up to her, eyes expectant.

“Did you bring us anything from Flevance?”

Yosaku always did cut right to the chase. She laughed lightly, crossing her arms and bringing a finger to her chin.

“Hmmmm… Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. Perhaps if you remind me who the most beautiful woman in all the Conomi islands is, my memory might return…”

“You are!” They shouted in unison, saluting her with practiced ease and wide, appeasing grins. She smiled.

“And don’t you two forget it!”

Hand slipping into her pocket, she tossed each of them a small bag of Sanji’s homemade lemon drops with a wink. “Courtesy of the best chef in the Capitol.”

“Thanks Nami!” they chimed enthusiastically before running off into the trees, giggling. She smiled fondly, watching them settle at the base of an old stump before continuing on to the village.

The main thoroughfare was rather empty, fisherman still out for the day and the women likely tending to lunch. A few who noticed her popped their heads out into the street to say hello, and she cheerfully greeted them in return.

She reached her first stop quickly, stepping up to the small clinic at the end of town. Inside Nako sat at his desk on the far side of the room, oblivious to her entrance until the door swung shut with a thump. He looked up and smiled upon seeing her, waving her over.

“Ah, Nami! Good to see you—it’s been a while!”

She smiled, striding towards the desk.

“Hey Nako. How are you?”

He stood and offered her a hug before settling into his chair, sitting back as he observed her leaning against the desk.

“Ah, I’m quite well. Here about Nojiko I presume?”

“Yes—how has she been doing? Are her tests looking any better with the new medication?”

The jovial look on Nako’s face fell slightly, and he sighed. Nami felt her own smile fall as well.

“Well… she’s not worse. It’s difficult to say she’s doing much better, though.”

Nami nodded with a small sigh, reaching into her bag.

“I suspected as much. Any outstanding payments due?”

Nako nodded, reaching for his ledger and flipping through it.

“Ah, not too much. 300 Belli. I was going to go up there this afternoon to collect it, actually.”

Nami smiled wryly. “Well, I’ll save you a trip, then.”

She counted out the bills and set them on his desk.

“Are you heading up there now?” he inquired, turning for a drawer.

“Next stop.”

“Could you bring her this? I wanted to start her on a vitamin supplement. I worry she’s not eating enough. In fact… if its not too much, make her lunch while you’re there? I think she could use a good meal.”

Nami reached for the bottle of white powder, tucking it and a proffered measuring spoon into her bag.

“One spoonful in a meal or drink a day.” He instructed.

“I’ll pass that on,” she responded, looking up to hold his gaze meaningfully. “Thank you, Nako.”

He smiled kindly, standing to escort her as she headed for the door.

“Anything for you girls. You take care now, you hear?”

“You too.”

She bid him farewell, waving as she stepped back out onto the road and took a side path up the cliff to the cottage.

A sea breeze blew in off the water, the scent of salt filling her nostrils, and she tucked a flyaway strand of hair behind her ear, thoughts far away. Nojiko could really use more help. Nami was already making the budget stretch fantastically to accommodate employing Chabo to maintain the tangerine grove for her; and Rebecca’s expenses were ever growing…

She let out a familiar sigh. The answer was the same as it had always been.

They needed more money.

Almost before she realized it the small cottage was looming before her and she shook her head to clear her troubled thoughts, putting on a cheerful smile. Aunties should always be smiling. Straightening, she knocked firmly on the door and soon Genzo answered, a bouncing, giggling Rebecca on his shoulders.

“Ah, Nami! Good to see you! Come in, come in!”

He smiled broadly, standing aside as Rebecca began animatedly attempting to wriggle out of Genzo’s hold.

“Nami! Nami! Nami!” she chanted and Nami laughed, turning to the excited toddler.

“Becka! Becka! Becka!” Nami chanted right back, a finger rising to tap the girl on the nose, eliciting a delighted squeal.

Genzo chuckled, closing the door and shepherding her into the small living room where Rebecca’s efforts to reach for Nami finally became too much for the older man. With a huff, he reached up and lifted her, extending her to Nami’s waiting arms.

“Nami!” squealed the girl, and Nami laughed.

“Rebecca!” she echoed, giving the girl a tight hug.

“Dids a bwing pwesents?” the girl inquired with wide eyes, and Nami tutted.

“Little girl, I think you’re getting spoiled!”

“Spoiled gets pwesents?” she inquired seriously, and Genzo laughed.

“I did warn you Nami,” he opined with amusement, plopping down onto the living room sofa with an exhausted huff.

Nami chuckled, setting Rebecca on the floor and kneeling before her while digging through her bag.

“Well, miss Rebecca, I do have a present—but only for polite little girls who say please and thank you,” she said sternly, lifting a small, gently worn doll from within the confines of her bag and shaking it gently. Rebecca’s eyes popped and she immediately stilled, hands fisting the dirty pinafore atop her over-sized blue dress.

“Auntie can I pwease has my pwesent?” she inquired with careful effort, and Nami struggled to keep a straight face.

“That’s better,” she said approvingly as she extended the doll towards her. It was snatched with excited hands, held briefly at arm’s length for a quick examination before being clutched tightly to her chest.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she squealed excitedly as she jumped up and down, and Nami finally allowed her grin free.

“You’re very welcome. Why don’t you go play with your new dolly in your play corner while Grandpa Genzo and I talk, hm? I’ll make us lunch, too.”

“Okay!” she answered excitedly, before running to a corner of the living room where a stack of wooden blocks and worn children’s books lay in a heap. Nami let out an affectionate sigh before standing and turning to Genzo, who looked ready to fall asleep.

“I take it Nojiko’s resting?” she inquired over Rebecca’s excitable burbling.

Eyelids drooping, Genzo nodded, letting out a weary breath.

“Rebecca insisted on playing tag in the grove this morning. Drove Chabo absolutely nuts,” he chuckled, “Really wore me out, too.”

Nami nodded with understanding. Rebecca was… quite energetic at times.

“Why don’t you take a nap. I’ll watch Rebecca and make us all lunch, and wake you when its ready.”

Gen’s eyes were already starting to close when he murmured appreciatively, “You’re a godsend, Nami.”

She chuckled, twirling on her heel and heading for the kitchen.

The kitchen was better stocked than she expected but less well stocked than she would have preferred. Eying the available ingredients in the pantry, she selected materials for a basic chicken noodle soup. Rebecca, thankfully, played quietly in her corner for the duration of the soup’s cook time, and when she finally wandered into the kitchen having exhausted the novelty of her new doll, Nami was ready to set the table.

“Take these and put one in front of each chair,” she instructed, handing the girl four rolled up napkins. She nodded seriously, toddling off to the table and struggling to reach up to its surface, dutifully placing a napkin at each setting. Nami finished the rest, strapping the girl into her third-hand high chair with a selection of peeled tangerine slices as she went to wake Genzo. But as she passed the hall, she caught sight of Nojiko stumbling out of the bedroom, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Spotting Nami, she grinned broadly, affect immediately cheering.

“I thought I heard your voice,” she said affectionately, crossing the distance to give her adopted sister a hug. Nami held her tightly in return, noting with some displeasure the boniness of her shoulders.

“I made lunch. Table is already set, why don’t you go sit down? I’m just going to wake Gen from his nap.”

Palpable relief flashed briefly in her eyes and she nodded. As Nojiko headed for the kitchen Nami headed for the living room, finding Gen lying exactly where she’d left him, head resting at an odd angle against the back of the sofa with his mouth hanging open, softly snoring. She repressed a snort, gently kicking his shoe with the toe of her boot.

“Lunch is ready, Gen. Up-and-at-em.”

He snorted and jerked, sitting up blearily and bringing a hand to rub his eyes.

“Lunch?” he inquired hoarsely, and she nodded.

“Come get it while it’s hot.”

He followed her into the kitchen, the two of them sitting at their respective place settings as the older man insisted upon saying Grace for the occasion—to which Nojiko and Nami grudgingly complied. It was difficult to say no to the closest thing they had to a father when it mattered so much to him and was such a trifling matter to them—especially when they all three saw each other so rarely.

The meal was a warm and peaceful affair, with Rebecca making a proper mess and Genzo being rewarded with a tangerine to the face (an event which left both Nami and Rebecca in a fit of giggles). However, soon the skies began to dim, and Genzo was due to depart for his rounds about the village. Nojiko lifted Rebecca from her chair, excusing herself to put the girl down for her afternoon nap, and Nami saw the old policeman to the door.

“It was good to see you, Nami,” he said as he pulled on his coat, the cooling outside air seeping in as he tugged on the door. “Don’t work yourself too hard, you hear?” Nami smiled as she pulled him in for a hug, tugging the blanket from the couch around her arms more tightly in the chill.

“I could say the same to you. And hey—” she interrupted, sticking her head out the door to glance up at the sky, “Bring an umbrella with you tonight. It should start raining a little after sundown.”

Genzo simply shook his head, smiling, as he donned his cap.

“It’s creepy how you do that, you know.”

Nami rolled her eyes but couldn’t help her smile. “You’ll thank me later, like you always do. Have a good night, Gen. And thanks for looking after Nojiko and Rebecca for me.”

“Anything for you girls,” he replied warmly, tipping his hat before heading out the door.

Sliding the deadbolt into place, Nami returned to the kitchen to gather their plates, replacing the blanket around her shoulders with an apron before starting on the dishes. She was in the middle of scrubbing some dried on tangerine flesh from Rebecca’s plate when Nojiko returned, taking a seat at the table with a tired sigh.

“I see you’ve been spoiling your niece again. She took her new dolly with her to sleep,” she commented with amusement.

Nami let out a quiet laugh. “I wouldn’t be a good auntie if I didn’t.”

Nojiko smiled as Nami set the now sparkling plate onto the rack, drying her hands before turning back to the table where her bag hung from the corner of her chair. She reached for it, taking a seat and digging through the contents. Pulling out a fat stack of bills and the bottle of vitamin powder. She slid both across the table.

“I stopped off at Nako’s on my way up and paid off your outstanding balance. He told me to bring you this,” she said gesturing to the bottle. “It’s a vitamin powder; take one scoop full every day in a meal or drink.”

Nojiko eyed the items a moment before pulling both towards her.

“Lunch, money, and errands? I take it back, you’re not just spoiling Rebecca you’re spoiling me too.”

“Nonsense,” Nami scoffed, folding her arms and leaning back in her chair. “It’s hardly spoiling you if it only puts food on the table.”

Nojiko flipped through the stack quietly before pocketing it, offering her a wry smile. It had been only in the past year Nami had managed to get Nojiko to take the money without question or fuss.

A comfortable silence lapsed between them before Nojiko spoke again. “Will you be spending the night? Rebecca would love to spend more time with you if you’re able.”

“If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Never,” Nojiko insisted with a smile, making to stand. “I’ll go get your bed ready.”

Nami stood quickly, gesturing firmly for Nojiko to sit. “Ah, ah—I’ve got it. You relax, I’ll go turn down the sheets.”

Nojiko looked like she might object a moment, but then suddenly swayed gently on her feet and sat back down.

“If you insist, I suppose,” she acquiesced.

“Always,” Nami said with a wink, turning and heading down the short hall.

Their old room was largely as she’d left it so many years ago—spartan and unadorned, the sheets stacked and folded neatly in the scuffed wooden dresser. She grabbed them and brought them to the bare mattress, but there she stilled, setting them at the foot of the bed before slowly sitting down next to them with a sigh. Finally, briefly, she let the smile she’d kept in place all afternoon fall. She leaned back on her hands, staring up at the cracked and peeling paint of the ceiling before closing her eyes wearily. Nojiko and Rebecca needed so much more than they had.

Three more days. Three more days, then she’d rob that ball blind. She set her shoulders before opening her eyes and standing to make the bed.

For Nojiko. Nojiko and Rebecca.

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TMNT Raph x Reader: Warming Up To You

SUMMARY: Reader is relatively new to the turtle’s lives, in which the reader finally has a one on one encounter with the resident muscle. 

A/N: Tbh I have no idea wtf this is. 

Warnings: Slight cursing. 

THE ENDING WAS SO RUSHED IM SORRY

You’d be the first to admit it, he was intimidating. So, so intimidating.  

Every breath you took around him was baited, every word that slipped from his lips was distinguished clearly to your ears; no matter how gruff they were. It’s been like that from the very beginning, from when you had first seen each other. He made it out as if he didn’t like you much at first, maybe he really didn’t. It’s hard to tell with someone like him and you’ve never managed to get any confirmation of your theory from his brothers. 

As a result, you had avoided him throughout the first few months of being in their lives, tending to drift towards Mikey as he was the only one of them that was properly approachable. You’ve never been good with people or making friends for that matter, so the youngest turtle’s easy-going nature put you at ease. 

Being April’s younger cousin, she urged you to try to get to know the others properly. She began taking you with her on trips to the lair, often Casey tagged along too. The journalist had taken it upon herself to instigate bonding sessions for the both of you and the turtles; not that she’d admit that that was what she was attempting to do. 

You’d never spoken to him other than him responding to your comments whenever the entire group was gathered to discuss a potential threat. Even then, he’d only glance at you briefly before addressing the group. You figured that he hadn’t deemed you to be worth his time, maybe you were just an additional clip on that he’d hoped was temporary. You tried not to delve into it or be affected by the complete lack of effort to communicate between the both of you. 

However, there’s always a turning point and no matter how insignificant it may seem it always has a lasting impact. The turning point for this particular situation occurred as a result of your curiosity. You’d taken it upon yourself to explore the lair, you figured that since Casey did it all the time it wouldn’t really be an intrusion for you to do so either. You peeked into the tunnels that branched off from the main areas of the lair that you were already familiar with. Each one looked the same, leading down corridors that were poorly lit. You considered playing a game of eeny meeny miny moe to pick a path until you heard the noises. Furious roars and what you’d assume to be the sound of something being absolutely pummeled. 

Your eyes widened and against your better judgement, you bolted down the tunnel. Your feet pattered against the cement, your breath released in quickened pants. The volume of the yells began to escalate, an indication that you were getting closer to the source. You grimaced internally at each sound of a hit being landed, this person was merciless with their rain of blows. 

You finally came to a door that was cracked open, slivers of light peeking through from what you’d assume to be a small floodlight. With the mindset that someone was being hurt, you disregarded all senses of self-preservation and flung yourself into the room. Your body froze instantly at the sight before you. 

A furious Raphael beating the living shit out a boxing bag. 

You wanted to leave, you swear you did but you were frozen to your place. He hadn’t noticed you yet, his fists absolutely ripping into the bag with each punch. His biceps flexed, and the awkward side of your mind quietly noted that they must have been 40 inches at least.  With a particularly hard hit, he released a roar that shook you to the very centre of your core. You stumbled back instantly, woken from your stupor and turned to make a break for the exit. 

“Don’t. Move.” 

Your body froze instantly. You didn’t dare turn to face him, your face hot with both shame and terror. The breath in your throat hitched and a strangled whimper was the outcome. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing in here?” He questioned, his voice tainted with the distinct tone of irritation. 

“I’m sorry,” you murmured. You found that your mouth was suddenly dry and you swallowed thickly. Your ability to breathe finally picked up and you could hear your blood rushing in your ears. 

There was a light clatter from his end of the room, then his heavy footsteps, laden with exhaustion from the boxing session. You held your breath as he came to a stop a few feet behind you. 

“What, you’re not gonna even look at me?” Raph snapped, an emotion you couldn’t decipher laced his words. You were startled by his accusation, your mind coming up blank. Why hadn’t you turned around yet? 

“You told me not to move…” You venture weakly, voice shaking slightly. That was so stupid.

Silence blanketed the room for a few short moments before it was cracked by a snort. Then a chuckle. 

“Okay?” Raph says in amused disbelief. “You can, uh, you can move now.” 

Your breath left your lungs shakily, a soft quiver that carried its way to Raph’s ears. Bracing yourself, you turned to face the intimidating individual- sliding your trembling hands behind your back and out of sight. You waited silently as he appraised you briefly with that golden gaze, a stare that seemed to slow time when focused on you. 

“I’m sorry,” you rasp. His eyes flicker to meet yours and an expression of bewilderment flashes across his features. Raph shifts on his feet, his stance betraying his sudden discomfort. 

“I could have hurt you,” he states. The irritation is clear through his voice, you take a sharp breath while wincing at his implication.  

“I’m sorry,” you repeat, the words forming slowly on your lips. There’s silence between the two of you, reaching into each nook and cranny of the room until you begin to feel like it’s suffocating you. Realising that you should probably have left after you apologised the first time, you turn on your heel and swiftly head for the exit- cheeks burning. 

“Wait.” 

And you do. Your heels dig into the ground on their own accord, your eyes widening as the roughly spoken word stops you in your tracks. You turn your head slightly, an indication that you were waiting for him to continue. 

There’s a slight shuffling sound from behind you and you grit your teeth, anticipation morphing into anxiety. There’s a silence and while it seems like a deafening eternity to you it’s probably only a pregnant pause in reality. You inhale deeply in an attempt to calm the uneasy fluttering within your stomach but find that the breath itself is also unstable. 

“We don’t, uh, we don’t really talk much,” he states hesitantly. The gruffness of his voice was startling but the words are uncertain. 

“That’s your fault,” you blurt, facial features contorting into a regretful cringe almost immediately. Slipping your tongue between your teeth you clamp down, physically biting into the muscle to refrain from continuing to commit verbal suicide. 

Your anxiety had peaked to a point where it was almost anti-climactic when Raph responds with a simple: “Yeah? Well whaddya say we change that.” 

You swing around to face the terrapin once more, gaze crawling from his chest to his eyes. Your eyes narrows in suspicion, arms folding over your chest defensively. You couldn’t help but be slightly skeptical of the sudden outreach for friendship after so long of purposely avoiding each other. You swallow hard, shifting from one foot to the other mulling over the idea. You had wanted his attention for so long, it was a strange craving for validation from the red clad turtle. You needed him to see you, to show you that he knew you were there and that he respected you in all the ways he respected the others. Raph follows the shifting movements from your body, his arms rising to fold over his chest as a small smirk plays on his lips.

With a deep breath, you square your shoulders and narrow your line of sight to make contact with his own. You couldn’t believe you finally had the opportunity to make yourself known, prove to them that you were just as important as the rest of the humans in the squad. “Let’s start over,” you demand, an unprecedented rush of adrenaline streaming through your veins. 

His lips stretch over his teeth into a smug smile, knowing full well that this was only the beginning. 

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Shattered

You can find all other IkeSen works of mine here.

NOTE: This covers severe depression and alludes to suicidal thoughts. If this distresses you, I advise avoiding it. Your self care comes before a fic.

It’s a ritual now. Thursday, Friday, Saturday night, they all pile onto the couch in his bonus room that Shingen broke by being Shingen, and they play Mario Kart and drink entirely too many sodas until entirely too early in the morning. 

“Motherfucker,” she hisses between clenched teeth, hammering at the controller. “Who shot me with the blue shell?”

“We’ll never tell,” Sasuke answers, but Yukimura can’t hold down the grin and so he smiles, hoping she can’t see it. She does.

“Ass,” she snaps, and it’s with just as much competitive venom as he’s come to expect by now. “I’ll get you.”

“Get at me. I’ll still win.”

She wrinkles her nose and screws her mouth tight, and Yukimura rolls her eyes at her. Finishing first, he shoots her a smug smirk, and she responds by sticking her tongue out at him over Sasuke’s hunched shoulders, the fire of her eyes sparking and flashing. 

It’s Friday a month later, and she doesn’t come.

“Did you see her in first period today?” Yukimura asks Shingen, more concerned than he expected to be. “She sick or something?”

“Nah, she was there. Seemed kind of out of it, though.” Shingen shrugs. There’s a knock at the bonus room door and Sasuke emerges alone.

“She okay?” Yukimura asks before even greeting him, so unused to seeing his best friend without his best friend. Sasuke shrugs, noncommittal and quiet, and for once Yukimura is really annoyed at his tight lips.

“I don’t think it would be appropriate for me to discuss it,” he says lightly, and slips onto the couch. “Controller two, Shingen?”

They’re graduating, and something is off about her.

It has been for months. She started showing again not much later, but--but she’s not there, not present the way she used to be, the fire in her eyes guttered and flat. He isn’t even sure it’s her for a while. 

“Seriously,” he asks at lunch one day, frowning at her. “What’s wrong?”

“Yuki,” Sasuke chides, sharper than Yukimura has ever heard him, and the discussion falls flat on the table. 

He might be brash and impulsive and headstrong (and he knows it, Shingen and his mom and everyone else won’t let him forget it, god knows) but he’s not blind, and the way Kenshin is suddenly so damn thoughtful and Shingen is quiet and patient and Sasuke is so protective of her doesn’t escape him. It’s like a game the other three play, now. When she wears long sleeves one of them will shove it up with a commentary about it being too damn hot for that, fingertips lingering on wrists as if checking for something, and the flat, hollow disc of her eyes and her absence and the way she never gets up before noon anymore suddenly makes sense. 

He’s never felt so helpless in his life.

Sasuke gets accepted to a fancy school with a fantastic physics program about an hour away, which is small comfort, but at least he’s still within reaching distance. But she wound up at the same college as him and in the same degree, no less, Business, which she joked dully in class one day was, “About the same as just saying ‘I don’t know what I want’.”

Well, she wasn’t wrong.

He didn’t see a lot of her. She was in lecture as often as out if it, doing frustratingly well despite her absence, and Yukimura wondered for a bit if she was partying and playing hooky.

“No,” Sasuke answered, his voice clipped and sharp as if it had been an accusation and not a wonder. “She’s not.”

Yukimura paused. “I mean, should I be worried about her?”

Sasuke took way, way too long to answer that. “I don’t know.” 

In Sasuke-ese, that was as good as a yes.

She called him one night at two AM, and when he picked up the phone he knew something was wrong.

“I--” She sucked in one long, deep breath, and he blinked himself awake. “What are you doing?”

“Sleeping, dummy, what’s going on?”

“Nothing. Sorry. Go back to sleep.”

“Shut up.” He was getting his shorts on, struggling with them one-handed. “Where are you?”

“Um, the Compass.”

“Outside? Just chilling outside at two am? Jesus. Get inside the Commons and I’ll meet you there.”

She was wrapped in a chair, feet planted into the arm rest, when he arrived, and she looked like a dead woman walking. Yukimura sat heavily in the one across from her and scooted it in gracelessly, his knees nested against her hip.

“What’s going on?” He asked.

“Nothing.” She paused. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

A long pause and she stared at him with eyes he could only distantly remember being alive, imagining a spark of something that once existed there. “I don’t have the right to feel like this.” 

“Shut up, dummy.” He didn’t know what else to say. Why wasn’t Shingen here, with his quicksilver words, or Sasuke with his patience and kindness, or, hell, even Kenshin with his backwards charisma? Instead she was stuck with him, and he felt wholly unqualified. Shoving back the chair, he held out a stubborn hand. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” But she took it regardless, her hand dead weight in his and rising sluggishly.

“You need sleep and you aren’t going to do it in your dorm, clearly.”

Yukimura stuck a post-it note to his roommates bunk that read MAKE A COMMENT ABOUT THIS AND I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU and slipped into his bunk with her. She was rigid and tight at first, but Yukimura swallowed his pride and pulled her in against him, her back to his chest and his breath feathering her nape, and she rolled over to face him.

“Yuki,” she whispered, serious as the grave, “I want to die.”

“I mean,” he answered, dry as the desert and drowning in sand, “Okay, and all that, but we’re not going to let you go without a fight. None of us. Not Sasuke or Shingen or Kenshin or--”

Or me, me most of all, me above anyone else, and that realization hung so hard and heavy like an anvil in his chest that it crushed his lungs, and he gazed into her half-lit eyes like flat coins for the ferryman of the Styx, only one short. But he wasn’t good with words, so instead he pulled her in to his chest tight, his hands flat against the plane of her shoulders. It was the last crack in a dam. He felt her shudder and crumble and there came the sobs, hot and hard and huge against him, and she was soaking his shirt but he didn’t give a damn, not when it was the most emotion she’d shown in years. 

He skipped class the next day, too, and they went and got ice cream and drove out into the west. There the city melted behind them and the trees grew tall and at last, they were winding their way up a mountain road and into the stretch of hiking trails where phone service went dead.

“I think I’m going to fail Econ,” she commented at one point. 

“Fuck it.” Yukimura shrugged and offered her a bite of his half-eaten granola bar. “It’s just Econ.”

“Makes me feel like a failure.”

“Look, dummy,” he sighed, exasperated. “You’re acing Trig, and I’m failing so hard that I don’t know which way is up, and I’m trying. You’re only going to fail Econ cause you don’t show up, and you’ve got reasons. You’re brilliant.”

A ghost of a smile flitted over her lips and he considered that a victory. “Says the guy who calls me ‘Dummy’ all the time.”

“Yeah, well,” he grumbled, digging frantically for something he didn’t know how to say, “Being shitty to your friends is par for the course, right?”

They took a trail advertised as Easy but they both found taxing, and by the second time they were lapped by energetic hikers in their sixties, it became a private joke between them, silent laughter escaping her, and he saw a spark there in her eyes. Slow as turtles, they made it to the bottom by a massive waterfall, the broad rocks across the water slick with spray, and she grinned at him.

“I’m going to go across them and sit in the middle.”

“Ugh.” 

But he joined her anyway, and they were midway across before he slipped, his heel skidding off the rock and ow, his tailbone smacked hard against the stone before he crashed into the water, bobbing to the surface in time to see her practically collapse with laughter and lose her own footing, joining him. With a smug grin, he splashed at her. “Karma’s a bitch.”

She splashed him back. “So am I.”

No you’re not, he wanted to say, wanted to scream, wanted to whisper at her, you’re beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, in all your shattered and weak and strong and powerful and complicated ways, but it sounded too much like Shingen so he didn’t. Instead he lapped toward her, catching her waist hard against his, and kissed her drenched lips like it would keep her here. Shock slanted her lip sideways and for a moment he drew back, terrified that he’d made a mistake, but she smiled back at him, that flame sparking promisingly in her eyes. 

“Do that again,” she said.

“Dummy,” he growled, “I was going to.” And he did. 

He was lying if he ever said it was easy, so he didn’t. It broke his heart every time over the passing months that her eyes guttered and went out, steeped in shadow and twilight, but she was still there, it was still her, and he hugged and kissed and loved her like he had the words to fix it.

He didn’t. No one did. But that was fine, because it would pass like rain, no matter how long the storm, and the fire was back again.

“I’m sorry,” she said one time, her neck a shimmer in the sun and the dark, wild mark he’d left on the curve prominent. “That you have to take care of me so much. I’m sorry.” 

He rolled his eyes at her and took her hand, ticking off her fingers as if counting every year they’d been together since that day, one, two, three, four, five, and he snipped back at her, “Don’t say that, you dummy. I would have left a long time ago if you had a reason to be sorry.”

“I mean, sure, but you have to just take care of me so much sometimes.”

“Yeah, well,” he muttered, searching through the words, rifling through the pantry of his vocabulary and smashing things together that sounded stupid, “You loving me takes care of me, so I guess we’re even.”

And she sparked and flashed, her eyes not quite alive but her smile genuine nonetheless, and he lived for that smile sometimes just as much as she made herself live for his sometimes, and so he leaned in and kissed her hard and warm and tender. “Shut up and let’s go get dinner. What do you want?”

[arrianna21]

~Joyride~

Watching races are fun, but it’s even better when you and your boyfriend can informally participate, leading to a fantastic night out under the stars.

Game: Mario Kart 8 Deluxe | Animal Crossing: City Folk

Word Count: 3,681

It was the final lap, the racers were making the last turn and the crowd was going wild. Mario and Rosalina were neck and neck, the man just barely ahead as he tried to pull away on the last leg of the race. Royal Raceway was packed with fans as they all sat in anticipation on who would place in the Prix.

“Come on, Rosalina, come on.” You mutter to the blue princess as you watch with bated breath.

“Give it up, honey. Mario’s gonna be the winner for this Grand Prix.” Jin, your boyfriend and number one fan of Mario, cheers as the kart racer speeds ahead. You had surprised Jin with tickets to the event a few weeks ago and he was beyond thrilled. Kart racing was one of his favorite sports and you were glad that he could also see his favorite celebrity, the famous Mario, participate in this week’s race. Just as Mario approaches the end, an orange motorcycle flies by as the princess of the galaxy uses her last power-up, a red mushroom, to speed through the finish line.

The crowd roars in exhilaration, colorful Toads and Shy Guys bouncing up and down, you included. While each racer crosses the checkered line and does a victory lap, you clap and cheer with excitement. “Go, Rosalina!”

Jin also claps beside you, though his expression is far from satisfied. Bumping his shoulder with your own, you snicker, “See, I told you she would win.”

“Told you she would win,” he mocks in return, rolling his eyes with a scoff. “Mario still has a chance; they have to add up all their scores at the end.”

“Oh yeah?” You tap his arm and point to the giant scoreboard where the final numbers were displayed. The blonde woman’s name was at the very top, 1 point ahead of Mario. Jin groans as you happily yell because Rosalina just won the Banana Cup Prix. Since she won gold that meant you were also a winner. “Time to pay up, Jinnie,” you laugh, holding your hand out expectantly.

The man grumbles to himself and begrudgingly digs in his pocket before giving you 300 Bells.

“Thank you.” You croon and your boyfriend’s response is to sulk, crossing his arms pitifully while his lower lip pokes out in a sad pout.

“You know, my character got second place, shouldn’t I get a small reward?” the man whines.

“Aww, of course, Jinnie.” You coo, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek.

He turns to look at you in bewilderment. “That’s it?”

“Kisses on the lips are only for first place winners.”

“Yah! Is this any way to treat your loving boyfriend?” he complains and you cackle at his childish antics.

After the racers park their cars, the crowd begins to fan out. Lots of Toads begin bouncing down the steps as they get ready to head home, Shy Guys and Koopa Troopas doing the same. Once the crowd disperses, you and Jin also leave, walking down the stairwell so you can catch the bus before it leaves.

“Thanks for coming, folks! Hope you enjoyed the races.” Lakitu says, carrying his stoplight over his shoulder as he floats by.

“We had a great time.” You tell the red-shelled turtle who gives you a thumbs up in return.

One of the toads was riding a yellow Yoshi, the little mushroom guy waving excitedly when he sees you two. “Bye guys! See you next time!” he hollers, high-fiving Jin when he passes.

“Good seeing you, Toad, Yoshi.” Jin smiles to the duo. The yellow dinosaur makes a noise of happiness and you giggle, patting him on the head to which he chitters excitedly.

Since the race had just finished there were still a lot of people waiting at the bus stop when you exit the arena. You and Jin stand in the long line talking to one of the villagers from another city.

“That was a great Prix! I thought Donkey Kong was gonna win it all, but third isn’t bad either.” Axel the elephant trumpets giddily. This had been the blue elephant’s first time coming to a Grand Prix and he couldn’t pass on the opportunity when some of his friends invited him to join them.

“You’re right! He got second on the Donut Plains 3 course,” you say.

“Yeah, he drifted well on those muddy turns. It was impressive.” Jin adds and the villager nods in agreement.

“I know! It’s not easy to do on that course, especially with a standard kart.”

The three of you were right at the front of the line and Axel walks up the steps after the cat in front of him. Both you and Jin follow, but are soon stopped by the bus driver.

“Sorry kids, we’re up to the brim with passengers. I’m afraid I’ll have to come back and get you after I drop them off.” The turtle informs you apologetically.

“That’s okay, Kapp’n, we don’t mind waiting.” Jin responds to the sad driver.

“Aww, thanks you two, I should be back in an hour.” The driver says, shutting the doors and pulling away from the curb.

“Wait, an hour?” you shout, but your unanswered question drifts away with the departing yellow bus. No other cars or people were left in the quiet parking lot except for you and your boyfriend.

“Come on, honey, why don’t we wait inside?” Jin suggests, wrapping an arm around you as he leads you back to the stadium.

Now that everyone was gone it left the place vacant, your soft footsteps echoing in the large stadium. As you two approach the stairs to the back of the arena seats, a door opens nearby. Peach and Daisy walk out, the two princesses strolling by arm in arm, oblivious to your presence while they chatter about some sign for a patisserie advertisement. Their pink and orange dresses swish as they walk to the exit, the clacking of their heels slowly fading away.

Once the two girls vanish, Jin pulls you in the direction they came from. When you send him a questioning look, your boyfriend merely shushes you by putting a finger over his lips. Looking down the hall where Peach and Daisy came from, you see a door with a sign that reads Kart Parking-Racers Only!

“Jin, we can’t go in there.” you whisper when he tugs you closer to the metal entry. Not responding, he merely pulls you forward and pushes the red door open.

There’s no one inside thankfully and that’s all the incentive Jin needs to continue into the parking garage. Bright fluorescent lights shine down on the large space, showcasing the various karts and bikes. The room was filled with different vehicles, each coming in a variety of colors that matched the racers’ own theme color.

“Jin,” you hiss when the man starts inspecting the automobiles, “we’re not supposed to be here.”

“Stop worrying, we’ll be fine.” He says, waving you off as he continues staring at the karts in wonder. His fingers slide along the slick frames, looking more like a kid who met their favorite idol, or at least the idol’s car. The male inspects the red and blue kart, checking the tires, gadgets, and everything in between. “There’s no one here. Besides we’re stuck here for an hour anyway. Might as well enjoy it.”

The garage door is already open and you could see some toads out on a swan boat, the moonlight reflecting on the dark water. Maybe you could convince your ambitious boyfriend to just rent a boat and ride it around the lake, instead of trespassing inside the parking lot. Hearing a grunt from beside you, you find Jin struggling to push a kart through the open doorway.

“What are you doing?” you ask, watching him maneuver the pink kart around the other vehicles.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he huffs. “There’s plenty of time to kill so why not?”

“Why not?! Jinnie, you can’t just take the karts out for a midnight stroll.” Your eyes are drawn to the side where a famous emblem is painted in black and red. “Especially not Bowser’s Badwagon!” you screech as you recognize the spiked turtle’s growling face on either side of the kart doors.

Jin eventually makes it to the finish line while you desperately keep an eye out for any swarms of Koopa Troopas or a pissed off villain.

“Well, it’s the only one big enough for two people.” Jin explains, groaning as he steers the kart to face the starting line.

“That still doesn’t mean, wait, what do you mean two people? I’m not getting in that.” Crossing your arms, you glare at Jin and he merely stares back before rolling his eyes, sighing to himself.

“Get in, Y/N. I’m taking you on a ride.” He smirks, mischievous grin adorning his face.

“Jin, we can’t just take one of the karts out for a spin.”

“Says who?” your boyfriend asks, already climbing into the extra-large seat and fiddling with the multiple knobs on the dash.

“Says the sign. Even if we did get permission, it’s still risky. I know you have your license and all but…you’re not even listening to a word I’m saying.” You point out, noting his dead and bored expression as your responsible words go in one ear and out the other.

Jin holds his hand up, palm facing you in offering, but you don’t accept it. Your refusal has him quirking an eyebrow before you eventually sigh in resignation. “Fine, but just one lap.” You say sternly, grabbing his open hand and he helps you climb inside.

When you’re properly settled in front of him, he leans closer so his broad chest is pressing into your back, hands reaching for the controls. “Hold on tight,” he warns you, pulling the little seatbelt over your lap. He turns on the engine and the machine grumbles to life, vibrations shaking your frame. You prepare yourself, willing your body to relax except your hands as they tighten their grip on your boyfriend’s arms as he hits the gas.

The kart speeds forward and Jin taps the break out of reflex, mostly for your sake, the vehicle jerking slightly. It doesn’t take long for Jin to get used to the accelerator before he’s stepping on the gas and sharply turning around the first corner of the track.

“Whoa!” you yell when he tries to drift but ends up turning too far and drives through the grass, the kart immediately slowing down.

“I got it, I got it.” He reassures you, pressing a small kiss to your temple for comfort.

Driving back onto the road, Jin drifts again and even manages to get some blue sparks to pop up behind the back wheels, but he comes too close to the grass and loses the speed boost.

“Watch out for the Piranha Plant!” you scream when you hit the green pipe, the kart bouncing back from the impact while Jin nonchalantly drives around it.

“Don’t worry, they don’t bite racers on this course.” He says as he passes the rest of the venus flytraps with ease.

Turning sharply, Jin speeds up again so he can hit the orange boosts in a straight line. The kart flies forward and you clench your hands around his as the ride zips up into the air. The moment you leave the bridge, the glider opens automatically, Bowser shaped wings spreading out above you. Your boyfriend easily maneuvers through the night sky, landing safely on the ground as he continues racing. He doesn’t try drifting on the last leg, not that he would have been able to because the kart was difficult to control on the sharp turns.

You lean back into him, head bobbing as he manages to drive smoothly through the finish line. “Okay, we had our fun. We should go now.” You say to your boyfriend, but he doesn’t even slow down, only speeding up as he continues to drive forward.

“It’d be wrong not to do the traditional three laps.” He laughs behind you. Tilting your head, you give him a knowing smile and leave a kiss on the underside of his jaw, letting him have his fun.

The second lap went much better than the previous one, with Jin only bumping into a tree once as he attempted to drift again. He had managed to spark some orange in the tires before the kart hit the grass. At least the leaves were pretty so you didn’t mind the tiny pink streaks added to your hair.

It was the final lap and both of you were getting more comfortable with the pink kart. Jin jerks the vehicle to the left and holds it steady. Blue sparks fly up, followed quickly by orange. “You can do it, Jinnie!” you cheer, looking over his shoulder to watch the neon colors spin around the back tires and he grits his teeth in concentration. Eventually, pink sparks shoot behind you as he hits maximum drift speed.

Letting go, the kart accelerates forward as if you had used a mushroom booster, the wind rushing by as you speed along the track. You both yell in exhilaration and Jin turns the corner so he can drift again. The curve wasn’t that long so he only manages to hit the orange sparks, but it’s enough to shoot up the tilted bridge.

“I think I’m actually getting the hang of this,” Jin says and you detect a hint of surprise and a little bit of relief as well.

“Yeah, you’re doing great, sweetie.” You encourage him.

Hitting the speed boosts, the kart is once more up in the air with the Bowser glider. The kart rides smoothly through the air, but you can only relax for a moment.

“Balloon, balloon, balloon!” you yell as you head straight for the blue hot air balloon floating directly in your path.

“Wah!” Jin screams, swerving around the giant vessel. Luckily, the kart only bumps into the side of the basket, knocking the poor Toad off his feet, but thankfully he manages to stay inside. “Whoops, sorry!” Jin apologizes and you turn to see the citizen shakily right himself before you return to the ground.

As you turn the corner, you see blue and red lights flashing in the distance.

“Oh no, are those police chompers?” you frantically ask, the kart inevitably driving you closer and closer. The Koopa Troopas drive away, following the path of the track, but it wouldn’t be long before they spotted you.

“Quick, teleport us out of here.” Jin says.

Each vehicle was equipped with a screen that listed the different locations so racers could easily and quickly transport to the tracks. You panic, clicking on the first map you see. The kart glows before you are transported somewhere else. When you land, you find that you are on one of the Rainbow Roads, the gold star rings rotating above your heads.

Jin looks around, “Huh. Good choice, honey.”

A timer pops up with 2 minutes displayed on the kart’s screen and you worriedly turn to face him. “What’s that for?”

“Uhh, I think you hit the time trial.” He says, continuing to glance around the empty space.

Beeping sounds fill the starting line as the countdown begins, the turtle on the cloud absent since this race wasn’t put into his schedule. When the third beep dings, your boyfriend wastes no time hitting the gas. As he drives down the hill, the kart speeds up and he swerves towards the first mini star booster.

“Jin,” you call his name unsurely, not liking how you were up in the sky with no guardrails.

“Relax, honey. I got this.”

The kart shoots through the other boosters, gaining momentum as it launches up the first ramp, sending the glider flying open. He guides the kart through the star rings, hitting each one as he does, and lands gracefully on the multi-colored course. You had to admit it was pretty incredible that you were up so high, the glittering city down below was exceptionally tiny as you cautiously look over the edge.

Feeling the track bounce, you notice the first Chain Chomp up ahead, the ball bouncing up and down in the middle of the rainbow. It moves slowly, floating rather than bouncing it seems, and it’s not hard to drive underneath it without getting squished in the process.

Avoiding the first obstacle, you go back to admiring the city and star lights around you, eyes wide in wonder. “Wow, this is beautiful,” you whisper in awe.

While Lakitu might be absent, the music and fireworks were still blasting as a train chugs along. The jumping Toads smile and wave as they toss gold coins, the shiny currency landing not too far ahead. Driving through the money, the kart manages to catch two on the curve. Colorful fireworks display the different racers and you spot Mario’s gold face along with a pink outline of Princess Peach.

At the second lap, the wheels of the kart flip sideways for anti-gravity mode and the track turns sharply. Jin takes the turn with ease, blue and then orange sparks shooting up. A few seconds later, pink follows and the vehicle flies forward. You and Jin scream giddily, like a bunch of little kids, the rush of the wind feeling incredible against your skin.

Another two Chain Chomps bounce beside each other, the track waving from the momentum as you get some air from the movement. There are a few more curves and then you are crossing into the final lap, fireworks cascading above you. Jin takes another hard turn though no guardrails are in sight, pink sparks appear effortlessly. Speed boosters are set up ahead and you tap Jin’s arm.

“Maybe you should slow down a bit. We don’t have Lakitu to fish us out if we fall.”

“Nah, check this out!” he hollers, drifting into both stars, the kart gaining even more speed and getting extremely close to the edge.

The last ramp approaches quickly and with the speed boost from both the stars and drifting, you practically become a shooting star yourself. What makes it even better is when Jin uses all three mushroom boosters to top it off, accelerating rapidly into the finish line. You had forgotten all about the power-ups that came with the time trial, considering it was an unofficial one.

“Hey, look.” Jin points to the screen excitedly. You see the bright numbers and smile happily at him. He had finished the race in 1 minute and 40 seconds.

                                   ~*~

“Thanks again for the ride, Kapp’n.” you tell the turtle.

“No problem, lass! Have a good night, you two lovebirds.” The driver replies, waving briefly before shutting the bus doors as you and Jin wave in return, watching as the bus leaves the town.

When you had teleported back to Royal Raceway, most of the police chompers had left to go check other tracks and so you and Jin were able to put Bowser’s kart back in its place without being seen. By the time you had returned to the bus stop, the driver arrived less than 10 minutes later.

“So what did you think of my driving skills? Pretty impressive, right?” Jin asks as you two walk around your quaint city.

“It was very impressive,” you agree. “Definitely a moment I won’t ever forget.”

He wraps an arm around you, strolling past the apple and cherry trees in the direction of the house you both shared. Passing some villagers who were still out and about, you wave to your next door neighbor, Eunice, and the cute black sheep waves back. A faint whistle sounds from above and you both glance up at the starry sky, but see nothing out of the ordinary. That is, until a white beam shoots across the blackness.

“Cool, there must be a meteor shower tonight.” Jin comments, watching another bright streak flit by.

“Oh yeah, I think they made an announcement about it on the town bulletin board.” You reply, vaguely remember seeing a note posted next to the town hall.

“It’s pretty.” He says and you hum in agreement, leaning closer into him. “Just think, we were almost as high as those meteors, racing in a kart, not even half an hour ago.” You laugh, nudging his shoulder playfully and he chuckles. “Aw, come on, you know you had fun.”

“Yeah, you’re right. It was awesome.” You two were next to the apple tree right beside your house. Suddenly, you remember the little prizes and you pull out the gold coins, giving one to him while you hold the other. “I forgot I managed to snatch these from the Badwagon before we left.” You tell him, admiring the star embedded on the coin.

Jin smiles fondly, putting the token carefully in his pocket. “Thank you, honey, for letting me take you on a ride in Bowser’s kart around the racetracks.” He says with earnest, happiness glittering in his eyes and your heart warms.

Your response is to stand on your toes and kiss him on the lips, stunning your boyfriend for a few seconds. Pulling back, you murmur, “you’re welcome,” and giggle when you see his wide eyed expression.

“Wait, what was that for? I thought kisses on the lips were only for first place winners.” He repeats your earlier words with confusion and you smirk.

“A promise is a promise.”

“But I didn’t win first today. Well, Mario didn’t win first, but you know what I mean.”

“Yes, you did. You won first place in my heart.”

His eyes widen even more, almost comically, when he hears your declaration and then he’s hugging you tightly. “I’m so proud of you, my cheesiness has successfully rubbed off on you.”

You laugh before pecking his lips again at his cuteness. He leans against the apple tree, pulling you into his chest as you two continue watching the gorgeous meteor shower in the starry night.

A/N: Also the meteor shower was unplanned, there actually was one when I logged onto my Animal Crossing. It was really cool! And the drifting with the Badwagon is also true, after practicing it’s actually a pretty good kart for drifting. I was surprised.

[saeneras]

Samurai Love Ballad x Game of Thrones AU

Nobunaga - House Lannister

Many shiver in fear when they hear the name of this clan. A conquest started by a father, then passed down to his son. Older retainers whisper about the soft hearted of the young boy and his tears.Now this red haired boy commands the most wealthy and most powerful House in all of Japan thus far thanks to his powerful armies, the riches from his conquests, his use of a puppet Shogun (similarly how the “Baratheons” on the throne after Robert’s death were the puppets of the Lannisters.) and his brilliant strategies that have brought his enemies to heel. He is always happy to repay his debts whether it be in the care and riches to the men and women who serve him loyally or in blood and misery to the ones who work against him even to his own family he will repay, going as far as to kill his own brother. To many he is a villain but he sees it as himself being a hero, a hero that the country deserves. In wars men must die but if you oppose the Oda, all of yours must die.

Mitsuhide - Hand of the King 

The Akechi are a more quiet house, breaking away from their main clan after they fell and were exterminated mostly by Nobunaga’s father, they Oda have taken Mitsuhide as one of their own. What was left of his house now serves the Oda. Lord Mitsuhide has to be the thorn in Lord Oda’s side, reminding him to go to war councils and being his voice of reason. However the young lord has to be somewhat manipulative and know how to wade through the blood of this game for both himself and his Lord. Despite him being a polite, courteous and compassionate man, those around him don’t know what he is really thinking or what he is truly up to. He heavily disagrees which the merciless ways of his Lord as it reminds him of his clan’s demise so no one really knows how long he can take before he ends up taking matters into his own hands.

Yukimura - House Tully

Family, duty and honor are words helives by. A young warrior in duty to the Takeda. He has grown up around the likes of Takeda Shingen and Saizo further honing his skills as warrior but surprisingly not his skills a cassanova. He loves his family greatly, mainly his brother, father and deceased mother even though the task of furthering the line goes to his brother he is very wary of having children because of what happened to his mother. Yukimura is sweet in nature but knows it is his duty to kill and bring honour upon the Sanada name and that of his beloved Lord.

Saizo - Faceless Man

His birth and origins are mysterious, he born in a village no one is sure of it’s existence or the existence of the Temple of Black and White that is said to be present at Iga. Some say only those with a strong will to die can see this temple. No one is sure if Saizo is even his real name given most of the Faceless Ninja shed their identity when they graduate. Saizo’s first job at the temple was giving poisoned water to those who truly wanted to die. To the young boy it was a traumatizing ordeal. He finally became a full fledged assassin of the temple when he killed his best friend. Upon leaving he works for the village with the Temple governing his kills.

Masamune - House Targaryen

Born in to a legendary clan that has mounted and tamed dragons that led to the rise of their name before the beasts went extinct a century before he was born. Since the loss of their beloved beasts the Date has stayed relatively quiet and not considered a threat by the southern houses vying for power. Masamune was always abused by his mother because of his eyes. As a child his father gave him three egg shaped decorations, one blue, one bronze and one green. “Never be ashamed of how you were born.” he told his son. The young lord always took care of these because he assumed his father meant these gifts as a comfort to him. Upon meeting his MC, he notices a large crack in the bronze egg and when his father died, the other became cracked as well. On instinct he carried them into battle and lay them on the fields where many were soon to die. Among the blood and corpses, three dragons emerged. He names the blue dragon after Kojuro (who insisted it be named Bontenmaru), the green after his younger brother and the bronze one after his MC. He soon realized that the one born into the Date clan with two coloured eyes, was the one prophesied to bring dragons back into the world, his mother knew hence she abused him because it was not her favorite son who would become the Dragonlord.

Kojuro - House Stark

Bound by honor and loyalty, his forefathers bowed to the Dragonlord of the Date, years ago and to this day he still serves his Lord to a point he will die for him if needed. At first the Oda sent him gifts in hopes he would come to their side when he refused, he was summoned and commanded to commit seppuku which he narrowly escaped beforehand. Members of his house are blessed with the ability to warg however Kojuro hasn’t mastered it yet and can only do it on his pet turtle. Rumors are he once tried to warg a cat but it didn’t obey and scratched him hence his dislike for cats. One of Masamune’s dragons is named Kagetsu after his actual name despite Kojuro pleading for weeks to name the beast Bontenmaru. If Kojuro is alone with the dragon he will pet him and call him Bontenmaru, annoying Masamune when the creature starts responding to the name.

Hideyoshi - Kingsguard

Sworn to protect Lord Nobunaga he gave up his rights to guard his Lord at all times. However Nobunaga sees more value in his quick wit and charming nature. Something he isn’t shy about using on women mostly on the women Inuchiyo has. Should Nobunaga fall, his power passes on not to his hand but to his most trusted guard, something Akechi sees a slight. Hideyoshi has a great love for caramel candy and will often get rubked and have his stash thrown away by Mitsunari.

Inuchiyo -  House Baratheon

The Storm Lord, armed with the black locks of a Maeda and a furious temper to match. Toshiie is a berserker known for wielding his trident and winning many key battles for the Oda. He currently not a the best terms with his sibling Toshimasa who’s health and the frivolous nature of his son Keiji makes the young Lord prematurely tale up the role of heir to Arako after spending many of his years as the adopted son of a common family working in their restaurant when he wasn’t off at war.

Ieyasu - House Baelish

Ieyasu was just a little, weak boy sold as a hostage and treated awfully by his hosts. In the dark cells and the meager life he lived, he promised the little boy inside of him that this will never happen again and that those who did this to him would be punished. He would one day be the one standing over their bodies and taking their hostages. He is armed with a beautiful smile that holds no good behind it. In a matter of years he has risen from being a hostage to being on Lord Oda’s greatest allies. His ruthless ways, skills in poisons and his infamous archery skills make him a valuable ally. His ability to manipulate and inspire fear in others behind his handsome baby face makes him a dangerous player in the game of thrones. He is one of Lord Oda’s trusted men even though he trusts nobody.

Mitsunari - Maester

Maester of the Toyotomi Clan. His mother cannot bear to look at him so he had to pretend to be a girl, Saki realizing he had no future doing this, he left. He has trained in a tower at Kyoto becoming one of the youngest to earn the links of his maester chain. He was the only one who knew the patience and reflection this profession brings him hence he was the only one to not light an obsidian candle earning him his final pass. Upon leaving that patience has worn away as he has to deal with the likes of Inuchiyo and Ieyasu. He is very knowledgeable about many different fields, war, finance, alchemy, even the dark arts but if you ask him about this he will surely tell you off. 

Kenshin - House Tyrell

Once considered an outsider house they managed to take control of Echigo and under it’s ruler Lord Kenshin and Prince of Thorns Naoe Kanetsugu, the lands have become more productive and is able to export more goods to the capital. The people of this house are described as beautiful and lavish despite keeping a quiet note as well concerning the other clan’s and their wars. The Uesugi are not to be messed with, for all of their beauty there are thorns waiting. As words leaves the lips speaking of his beauty, in the same breath other’s talk of his prowess as the God of War. No one knows if their rivalry with the Takeda is what it is or if the Uesugi are just digging their roots, planting the seeds for another war to come.

Shingen - House Martell

Loved and adored by those in his homeland he is revered as a legendary fighter. He inspires loyalty, his men walk among a tiger who would never hurt them. He isn’t too concerned with morals and lets his servants be who they want and lay with who they want. They follow that tiger into wars and pledge their life for him. Those in Kai are well known to be hot blooded and Shingen is no less. He is known to have many paramours and even lays with the lovers of his paramours it is even rumored he has had trysts with Uesugi Kenshin. For all of his conquests he has refused brides sent to him by the Oda and other powerful houses. Shingen’s hotbloodedness is not just reserved for his bed but in his battles, he has ousted his father to take control of Kai and his forces are a pain to the Oda and their combined army at times 

[sass-cass-writes]

Floating Downtown - Part 3

Title: Sex and Alcohol

Description: Sammy its time to face your coulrophobia with Pennywise! With a string of disappearances occurring in Maine, the Winchester Brothers and the reader, a vivid Stephen King fan, try to stop the monster that snatches children and kills them every 27 years. But what will happen when the circus comes to town?

Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Reader, Demons

A/N: Reader is speech impaired after being tortured by Abaddon’s right hand man and having her vocal cords destroyed. Ive never written mute characters, so this is a first. If anyone has feedback, please give some!

Warnings: brief PTSD of rape, gorey description, angst, smut!, brief spider thingy

tagging: @totallyluckycoffee / @dixonlover1605 , @wonderavian

READ PART ONE AND TWO HERE!

Once you got back to the motel, Sam left to get some food whilst you searched your way through lore. He was still fuming at the audacity and disrespect Tom Rogan had towards you. After you persuaded him to relax, he roughly pulled the impala to the driveway and said annoyed he was getting food and stormed off.

Usually it would take a normal person twenty minutes to get two burgers, two fries, a side of salad and two drinks. But Sam had been gone an hour. And you were scared. You wanted to call him, but you couldn't...talk. Skype was your best friend when Sam wasn't there to translate for you. But you had tried that too. Sam wasn't responding to your video calls, calls or texts. You decided the only way to calm you down was to lay down, listen to music. And that's what you did. Kicking off your heels, stripping away your jacket, you fell into the double bed. You turned your body and faced the bedside table. Smiling, you take the Stephen King book and look at where you bookmarked the page. Laughing to yourself, you think about how Beverly was so badass, how funny Richie was, how Pennywise was taken down by...Then you frowned. You looked at the book, the gut feeling suddenly concluding your assumptions.

The answer was right in front of you this entire time! Stephen King was your fucking clue this entire time!

You jump at excitement and run to the phone texting Sam, following your other five messages, telling him you've figured it out. However he wouldn't be so happy. You plunked the old and battered copy on the table and started to write in your trusty journal notepad, that resembled John Winchester's. You wrote the following down, from having read the book 4 times....and googling extra videos....and articles...It was your favourite! You were too curious into finding out the Turtle/Pennywise conflict it still baffles you. The notes you took were;

•Pennywise shifts into your fears, in order for you to be "well seasoned" before you're dinner •he's something not from this dimension •Pennywise likes to eat children- Exhibit A; Georgie had his arm ripped off and then eaten in the book •Tim Curry did great in the mini series •He haunts children when their adults to make them go insane and eventually kill themselves- Exhibit B; STANLEY URIS

You could help but make your notes colourful and Stanley Uris in a blood dripping font. True dedication to your occult obsession with Stephen King's psycho clown TM.

•Pennywise can make you see your worst memories and make your nightmares real- Exhibit C; Beverly's abusive father. •was killed by silver rocks = SHAPESHIFTER

The door opened and Sam walked through. You walked to him with a pissed look. "What?" He asked, walking over as he placed the multiple bags on the table.

"Where have you been?! I've been calling and texting you for about an hour!" You sign aggressively. Sam tilts his head.

"I've been out for half an hour, (Y/N)." You turned to a clock and he was right. He looked at his phone. "It was on silent, (Y/N), I didn't notice." He smiles a little and walks to you. "Are you okay?" You sigh and nod.

"Just tired. BUT!" You sign, walking to the table and handing him your notes and your battered copy. Sam reading through the notes and holding the book. He smiles and looks to you. He cups your cheeks gently and crashes his lips to yours.

"You're a bloody genius, (Y/N)" He smiles widely as you smile back and hug him, then kissing him again. He kisses back and it's everything you've ever fantasised. His lips were soft and his passionate movements made you want him more. His tongue started to trace you lips, your mouth opening and letting both your tongues dance. He grips your waist gently holding you up. Your hands had raked themselves into his hair, your fine fingers intertwining with the surprisingly soft strands. He slides his hands around to your thighs carrying you in his arms. He pulls away from the passionate and needy kiss and looks at you.

"Woah, that's uhm. Amazing." He smiles a little. "I hope I'm not pushing you, (Y/N)." His face falls into one of concern. A classic Sam Winchester move. You shake your head and smile hesitantly taking your hands away. Sam made sure you wouldn't fall back as you signed.

"I love you Sam." He smiles and kisses your jaw, as he walks to the bed and gently lays you down.

"(Y/N) are you sure you wanna do this? I don't wanna hurt you." You looked at him with annoyance and nodded, him laughing in response. He kisses your stomach and starts to unbutton your flannel shirt as you did to him, rubbing and gripping his back as you continued to kiss after stripping off each other's shirts. He pulls you up and sits you on his lap as he starts to kiss your chest, nipping the skin as he caught the skin inbetween his lips. He strips off your bra and throws it to the side, massaging your breasts and taking your nipple into his mouth, repeating the same actions he did on your chest.

Whilst doing this, you drag your nails down his back, gripping his shoulders and tugging on his hair. Your nails, blunt sharp, left red welts in their wake, him moaning. He lays you down, pulling down your shorts. You watch his movements as he slides your panties off and kisses your waistline, his eyes never leaving yours. He then dips his head down and hen proceeds to lick a broad stripe over the lips of your pussy, circling the muscle around your clit when he got the chance. Your breath hitches and you grip the sheets as his tongue started to move quickly yet lovingly across your lips, clit and pussy, occasionally biting or sucking. The sensations and unbelievable feeling of Samuel Winchester; his hands roaming your body, lips catching your skin and gentle yet needy motions made it all seem like some fantasy. And then he decided to insert two of his long, calloused fingers into your dripping core. You gasp a little and try to whimper. He starts to move them at a slow pace.

"GET OFF ME!" You yell as you try to force them off. These demons weren't having it. After another torture session into your fourth day of kidnapping, Abaddon's shifter-demons cosplaying as Sam and Dean decided to get a little handsy. "Sam" stood in front of you, the newfound devilish smirk playing on his face. "Dean" started to remove your somewhat clothing- a battered large shirt and torn jeans, of what used to be your flannel and singlet and tight jeans. You thrash and kick at them, but they're too strong. Once you were naked, "Dean" grabbed you from behind and started to attack your neck, his arm wrapped around your chest and one around your hip as his snakes his hands inbetween your legs, circling your clit and inserting his foreign fingers into your core. You scream and thrash, the fake Dean biting and sucking your neck as "Sam" caressed your body, the tent in his jeans poking your stomach. You growl and yell profanities. It wasn't long till they pushed you down onto the rusty metal table. "Sam", stroking and thrusting his length into his fisted hand, stood before you, as "Dean" began to eat you out from behind. You growl and look up at "Sam". He smirks grabbing your jaw.

"Open wide beautiful." He cooed, tracing your lips with the head of his dick. When you didn't comply, he forced your jaw open and thrusted his length in, suppressing your gag reflex and fucking your face. You growl and scream around his length. He moans and grips your head as he rolls his hips. You clamped your jaw down onto him, "Sam" screaming and pulling out as you smirk. "Dean" noticing, pulls you to his chest as "Sam" slapped you hard across the face. He then started to punch and hit you relentlessly. No one was gonna use you and walk scot free.

You cry out as the pressure building from within your stomach had burst from the unbelievable twists and knots. You look at him as he pulls away and licks his fingers clean. Your legs trembled and shook as he crawls up the bed, kissing your body. He starts to unbuckle his jeans and kicks it off, fiddling with the boxer waistband. When he hovered over you, you couldn't help but cup his cheek and drag it down his neck and chest. He smiles and kisses you gently as he slowly eases his way into your dripping core for sure stretching you wider than you ever had.

You open your mouth and breath out as you grip his shoulders as he moans. "Fuck (Y/N)..." He starts to roll his hips , his massive ass length dragging along you sweetspot. The symphony of low possessive growls and high, sweetened gasps filled the room as you tugged tightly the strands of Sam Winchester's hair. What started out as friendship had now turned into a needing, loving feeling to be with one another and hold close to death. And although you couldn't make a sound, your grips and digging of nails into his muscly toned and tanned skin make him aware.

This fantasy. Too good to be true. But hadn't you said that already? You both rut your hips and kiss the now sweat filled skin of both bodies. The almost desperate breaths and gasps from you had almost motivated him. The feeling of his length rubbing your sweet spot deliciously and girth of his friend had made you uncontrollably high.

Kissing your neck with burning need and desire, Sam growls as his thrusts became slow, and soon you felt him twitch. You had come, crashing hard the feeling of complete desire and spent hitting you hard the second time. At the wet and tight feeling Sam felt himself break as his hot release shot out in white streaks, coating the numb walls and stinging the paper cut like abrasions on your walls from the friction.

You pant and wince as Sam pulled out gently and kissed your neck and shoulder joint lovingly. Laughing a little from the ticklish feeling you play with his hair. Closing your eyes, his body warmth and cuddliness held you. But something didn't feel right. Since when was Sam's hair....spiky?

You open your eyes and soon enough they were wide with fear. A massive tarantula held you down its fangs dragging creepily along you chest and collar bone. You whimper and slowly move under. But it wouldn't let you. It had two legs forcefully pressing into your arms and two on your legs while the other four cradled your waist. You face away but you only expose your neck. It screeches loudly as it dives its head down and its fangs penetrating your ample body, skin and muscle tearing at the downward force, bones and organs tearing apart.

You sat up panting and gripping your chest were the bite had got you. Sweat and heat surrounded your body. You look to your side and see Sam laying beside you naked. At least one thing was true. You grab a shirt and jeans and walk out leaving a small note for Sam. You had a monster to take down, but right now- you needed a drink.

-•••-

The bar was filled with the usuals; the drunk truckies, the frat boys, the attention seekers, the wolf pack and let's not forget the occasional good boy. The bartender handed your trusty scotch and bourbon on the rocks and you downed the Hazel liquid letting your throat accompany the sensational burn. Oxymoronic isn't it? You decided to text Dean and explain your rather familiar find.

You- "hey Dean..." • 11:34pm 30/5/2014 D.W- "having fun in the motel, (Y/N)!" • 11:34pm 30/5/2014 You- "you bet! :P" • 11:35pm 30/5/2014 D.W- "anyway Princess what's up?" • 11:35pm 30/5/2014

For the next 10 minutes, you and Dean had explained the monster, discussed plans and even the one night stand that stood up to Dean because of his cat-calling. He then explained how he received the five finger Mark of the backslap. He joked about the fact that he has the mark of hell, heaven and Satan on him. Even you couldn't help but "laugh" at that.

"What you looking at beautiful?" An older, more deeper voice asked. You didn't have to look. He was a trucker, middle aged, obviously bloody drunk and God forbid, looking for a good lay. You try to ignore him, but he sits beside you, smiling his crowed smile cooing words and phrases.

"You're so beautiful." "A little bored honey?" "I know of a place where it's no longer boring." "Not much of a talker are you."

You kept quiet. But that's when things got way out of hand. He started to caress your arm, cooing again nicknames such as "beautiful" and "sexy" and "good lay". You push him off his chair with a single arm and everyone looks. He growls as he stands up and grips your wrists tightly, dragging you to your feet.

"Dad stop!" The bartender yelled as he was about to run to you.

"Shut up Eric! Sit down and be good!" The older man yelled. The bartender obliged but it wasn't soon before the older Winchester turned him around and punched him.

"You have some explaining to do."

[cyb-by-lang]

OSF AU - All the Little Children (9/?)

Part 9: Wherein a pack of pint-sized preteens pools their knowledge, and Luffy is hungry.

Content warnings: Offscreen character death, though no one the reader will miss.

Luffy’s stomach growled.

“I knew we forgot to do something,” Fū mumbled, before she headed deeper into the hall.

Or was it a hole? Everything in here was a hole since they were all under a hill, right? Luffy hadn’t understood how Gaara made this big squirrel den on his own, just deciding it was a mystery after thinking on it. Maybe Shukaku was kind of like a squirrel or a badger or something so he could dig, too, but the stuff around them didn’t feel like sand. Sand got between his toes and moved really easy, but this was like just plain dirt. Farther back it turned into stone, but that was weird and slippery.

And then Fū was holding a bowl of candy in front of his face and he forgot what he was thinking about.

“This is the ugliest sea turtle I’ve ever seen,” Ace’s voice said, as he picked up the newest monster by its shell.

“Sea turtles have flippers at the back,” Sabo said, though he was still sitting next to Luffy. “And they don’t…have hands. That’s still freaking me out…”

“I’m the only person here who doesn’t,” Chomei said, still hanging out on Fū’s shoulder. “You’re lucky you all have opposable thumbs!”

“He looks like a crab to me, though,” Luffy said as clearly as he could, cheeks bulging with candy. If he held his hands out, he could touch both sides of his face, but just barely if he didn’t stretch. “Hey, crabby thing, what was your name again?”

The turtle crab thing reached up with its outside tails to grip Ace’s wrists, then spat water right in his face. Ace sputtered and swore, trying to get it to let go and instead was being chased around by a waddling water-shooter.

“Okay, so maybe ‘Crabby’ works.” Though Sabo’s smile wasn’t as bright as his real one, Luffy hugged him anyway. Sabo did good.

Then it spat in Sabo’s face, too.

“Quit doing that!” Ace snapped, glaring at it as he dried his face off with his shirt. His head kinda disappeared, like was a turtle too!

“Shishishishi!” Luffy snickered.

And then the turtle sprayed Ace again.

“How mature of you,” said Yang, resting one hand-paw over the other as he watched them. “Isobu, stop this at once.”

“Spoilsport,” said, uh...Wasabi? He was sort of green and he was making Ace sputter just as much. So it had to be that! “It is one of the few attacks I can use while this small.”

“Can you two take it outside or something?” Chomei asked, sounding a bit pissed off. “This isn’t helping anyone.”

Shukaku raised a sandy paw. “Oh, oh, let me!”

There was a whomph, and suddenly all the animals were outside. Because they went through a wall.

Gaara raised a hand and sealed it up after them. It sounded like they were having fun out there, going by all the yelling and squeaky growling and sounds like things hitting other things, but Luffy didn’t join in. Fū had another bowl of candy and he wanted that first, so he swallowed instead and held out his hands.

“Naruto?” said a voice, and everyone turned to look at the door of the cave-hole thing. “Though I doubt the Tailed Beasts would be fighting outside any other cave…”

Luffy turned a little later. It sounded like the person who’d appeared at the dump, but how would they know… Oh! He swallowed the next mouthful of candy, then shouted, “What’s the password?!”

Everyone was kinda quiet for a little bit, though in Naruto’s case it was probably because Fū was sitting on him.  

“Um… I brought food?”

Luffy shot out of the cave before Ace or Sabo could grab him. In the bright sunlight, he dove at the sword-person’s legs and wrapped his arms and legs around the left one. Setting his chin against what felt like a knee, he wailed, “I’m hungry!”

This person had a basket of some good-smelling stuff, and was dragging a huge dead boar with the other hand. Luffy drooled just thinking about being able to eat that much meat, especially after Fū gave him candy and he was so hungry...

“Dammit, Luffy!” Ace and Sabo yelled after him.

“Luffy, no!” Fū yelped, diving out of the cave with Gaara and Naruto on her heels. Fū stopped before she got to close, but the other two didn’t.

The person lifted their leg really slowly, trying to shake him off without being too rough. When that didn’t work, the person sat down and let Luffy’s feet touch ground again. “Kiddo, I kinda need my leg.” A pause, since Luffy didn’t let go, and then, “Naruto, what’s going on?”

“Luffy hasn’t eaten in two hours,” Naruto replied, and Luffy whipped his head all the way around to whine at him. “Or more.”

“Naruto!” Fū tried to scold him, but neither Naruto or Luffy were really listening.

“Well, if he can let go long enough for me to cook it, I’ll take care of that,” said the weird new person.

“Food! Food!” Luffy unraveled his arms, leaning back and dangling by his legs. Everyone was upside-down now! “Fū, this funny person is nice! So you can stop being all weird now.”

“I still don’t trust her,” Fū said, not coming any closer.

Luffy flopped backward onto the ground, then stretched until he could grab Fū’s leg. Unwrapping his legs, he shot toward Fū and hugged her on impact. “But Fū, we get food!”

“I could get us food just fine,” Fū replied, huffy.

“But food is here now,” Luffy argued. “Please, Fū? Meat in my hand is worth meat in the bush.” Or at least that’s what Gramps always said. Wait a sec. “Why is meat in a bush? Are there meat bushes somewhere? We need to find them!”

“Luffy-logic in action,” Sabo muttered, while everyone else did the owl-blinky thing.

Fū just patted Luffy’s head, really confused. But at least there was no more arguing!

“I’m hungry, too,” Ace admitted after a while. “But first… What’d you do to those assholes back there?”

“Nothing you need to worry about,” was the flat reply. “They aren’t in any condition to threaten anyone now.”

“Did you kill them?” Sabo asked, and his voice was a little weak so Luffy looked at him, wondering if he needed a hug next.

A shrug. “Only one of them. The guy Fū kicked was the strongest, so I used him as an example. The rest didn’t feel so much like fighting after that.”

Luffy looked around at everyone’s unsmiling faces, then reached out to poke the stranger. “Can we eat now? Mr. Mystery Person?”

“The name’s Keisuke, kiddo,” the person said, but moved to stand anyway. “And just so you know, no, that doesn’t mean I’m a man.”

“Biscuit lady!” Luffy repeated.

“Could we have something shorter?” Sabo asked.

Did he get it wrong?

“I also respond to ‘Kei,’” said the weird person, drawing a sword and turning toward the dead boar.

Luffy cocked his head to one side, then chirped, “Hei!”

“Oops,” said Sabo and Ace together. “We tried.”

“Quit copying me,” Ace demanded.

“I’m not copying you. You’re copying me!”

“Synchronized, aren’t you?” Gaara commented.

Both of Luffy’s brothers glared at Gaara, who stared back. But they weren’t arguing anymore!

They ended up eating two whole boars because the little monsters brought back another one, dragging it with one beast for each foot. Whoever this Hei person was, Naruto liked her and so did Gaara, and Luffy always felt better once he and his brothers had food. Fū was the only one who was still kinda upset, but she wouldn’t leave any of the others alone, so things worked out and Luffy had almost all his precious people in one spot.

Eventually, Luffy and his brothers did end up going back to their treehouse once they had the stuff to repair it. It took a week of scavenging really carefully around Gray Terminal and they stayed with Fū’s friends for a bit there, but it did get done.

And as soon as the ASL Pirates moved out, Hei stopped being an everyday sight. Luffy learned later that she’d headed up the mountain, because Fū still didn’t like her, but that was okay. As long as he brought Sabo or Ace with him, or both, he could find Hei’s house and get her to cook more. Sometimes she even had sweet cake things that stuck to his fingers, even though he was made of rubber. She also didn’t yell if he ate them all. Neither did the little turtle, who sometimes followed them all the way back home. He couldn’t climb the tree, but sometimes Luffy would stretch and pull him up anyway.

The FNG group—which was totally copying the ASL Pirates!—visited a lot, or got visited, and life was super loud and Luffy loved it to bits.

[cannibalisticshadows]

LTA Prompt: I think it'd be really cute if Megs paints Roxanne's nails! Can it be a blue color, like her dress at the end of the movie?

Loving The Alien: Part 18: “Nails”

(Ao3 Link)

She giggles when his pinkie finger brushes against the underside of her foot.

Megamind’s hands are truly lovely. Long and skilled elegant fingers. He holds her heel with all the gentleness in the world, a severe contrast to this morning. With her, he’s tender. With others, he’s awkward and troublesome and rough. She knew he was clueless when it came to most social interactions; while she didn’t know if it was because of humans in general, or the socializing part, Roxanne did know it was an educational experience to go shopping with him.

He tolerated the girls who wanted to take their picture with her; but when it came to the checkout she couldn’t quite keep him in check. He was overly blunt in his open observations, and could not carry on a conversation without terrifying, or being terrified of, the poor clerk who was simply trying to do his job. He seemed to use fear as a weapon when it effected him, too. She’s certain that in his early battles with Wayne, his goal was primarily on beating his nemesis. As for owning Metro City, it was the title and the place, not the people. He could barely stand the company of strangers.

…But back to his hands. Ahh, are they exquisite! How did she get so lucky to have him all to herself?

“You are very ticklish,” he notes aloud, jamming the brush back into the little glass bottle. He pulls it back out and gently lifts her foot again. She sighs as he paints on another coat of deep navy. “If I had known that years ago, I would have drawn out plenty more reactions from you!”

“That would be cheating,” she says coyly, flexing her toes.

He’s sitting in front her on the floor, as she sits back against one of the pillows they’ve taken from her bed, leaning against the foot of the couch. The television plays behind him, on some documentary about turtles, but she could care less about it right now. Her feet at in his lap, and he’s bent over her toes as he pretties her up. Beside her is a bowl of half melted watermelon sorbet, and another bowl of triple chocolate made from cashew milk. It’s dark out, and the only light besides her TV is the kitchen light, casting shadows on his sharp face, pinched in focus over her feet. She smiles, ridiculously happy in the moment.

“Precisely,” he purrs. “Cheating is in my veins. I’m a supervillain, Miss Ritchi! I don’t play nice!”

“Oh, stop it you,” Roxanne snipes playfully, nudging his face with her other foot, all dark navy toes against his clear blue skin. He smirks, turning his head to press a kiss against the side of her foot. She pulls back, gasping, because she doesn’t want to give him more reason to poke fun at her ticklishness. But of course he catches it, and smirks at her again.

As the last coat of polish is applied to her left pinkie toe, Megamind straightens his back and looks down at her feet, his canvas. “Voila!”

She carefully flexes her toes and wiggles them, admiring his handiwork. “You could make a living as a pedicurist,” she teases.

“Petty-cure,” he echos, tilting his head as his expression twists up. “I’m not familiar with the term.”

“What you just did,” she says, and carefully stands up off the floor. She huffs as she drops onto the couch, propping her feet up on the coffee table. “A manicurist does hands,” she wiggles her painted fingers, “but plenty of people do both.” Megamind chirps in response as he screws the brush top back onto the bottle, placing it carefully on the table before dropping down beside her.

They returned home a little after lunch time; she managed to rope him into helping her cook a quick meal, but he was more helpful than she imagined. She’d almost forgotten he said he liked to bake and cook, when the desire arose. But cooking with Megamind was fun; a little silliness in the kitchen that resulted in a smudge of mayonnaise on her cheek and on his nose and peas all over the floor, but together they put together a tuna casserole—her grandmother’s star recipe. While that was in the oven, she turned around to find him hovering by her shoulder, his eyes smoldering with want.

Roxanne found herself being pressed against the counter, gently, with his hands on her waist. His lips chased hers, whispering pleas and inaudible desires. Her tongue sought his, making the alien gasp in mild shock, but doubling his efforts to mirror her.

He was a quick learner.

Their first kiss was unlike this one; while this one left her shaking and drooling with a desire for him to take her then and there on the kitchen floor, it did not make the first kiss pale in comparison. She still remembers as if it was just moments ago the way he froze up in alarm at her placing her lips over his. Like he could not believe what was happening. Yet, slowly, as she pressed her body against his ever so slightly, her hands cupping his face, he steadily began to reciprocate. He pressed his own mouth to hers, unsure and stiff and awkward—all elbows and fluttering hands, until he slowly placed them on her waist.

Now, he pressed against her with a new sense of urgency. A lustful urgency that burned in his eyes, demanding and needy. His mouth, hot and panting, at her neck and clavicle, made her moan aloud and crash into the stove, the knobs digging into her lower back. She hardly noticed until Megamind pulled away sheepishly. As far as mood swings go, he was the king of it. Perhaps it was simply because of his inexperience.

To her mild disappointment, they calmed themselves down and made their way to the couch. They turned the TV on but neither was particularly interested. Instead, he rummaged around their bought goods until he came upon the nail polish. Of all the things he could ask of her, his request to paint her nails was the last thing she could possibly imagine.

And so, having dug into the ice cream before they had their late lunch/early dinner, Roxanne found themselves sitting close together on the couch, with her admiring his handiwork.

“Megamind, did you ever paint your nails before?” She asks, tilting her head to lean against his. He grunted in response, gingerly taking ahold of her left hand, spreading her fingers out.

“I painted them what you call black as an adolescent. I painted them a second time with—well, I call it star dust. But Warden said it was a shade of violet. I didn’t really bother with my nails afterwords,” he explained, looking at his own fingers once he set her hand down. “Painting them is not really all that fun, at least for me, now that I’m an adult. Besides, I wear gloves most of the time.” Megamind glance at said gloves, which were limply hung over her television stand. She’s so used to seeing them on him that it was almost bizarre to see them without hands inside! A sillier part of her wanted to try them on for size. She didn’t because firstly, his hands were a bit larger, and secondly, he had two whole extra fingers.

“But painting yours was quite enjoyable,” he admits sheepishly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “…I’d like to do it again, if you’ll let me?”

She smiled softly, taking pity on his hesitance. “Of course. It’s more of a luxury for me, I’d imagine.”

He tutted, but didn’t respond.

At that moment, the timer to the oven went off, alerting them that the casserole was done. Megamind hummed happily, standing up with her as she went to get it. He liked her cooking, which she was pleased by. Of course, feeding people her own cooking was gratifying, but for him, it gave her a new sense of satisfaction that was alien to her, though not unwelcome.

She watched him leap ahead of her, reaching for the oven with a cocksure smile as if he’d won a race. Shaking her head, Roxanne let him do it, still shaken to see him able to pull out a hot, glass pan out of the oven with ease using his bare hands.

As she watched him meddle in her kitchen, placing the pan on the counter and making a mild fuss about needing things not being in his immediate reach, she thought over the things that had transpired in the past weeks.

Three weeks… had it really been that long?

This connection between them, if it was forced to be pinpointed on a specific date, was set off the day of his contact fell out during the failed kidnapping. The day after, Megamind showed up here, shaking in his boots, and practically begged on his knees to never tell what she saw. Which was confusing then, but understandable now. He saw himself ugly. Roxanne frowned, disagreeing with all of her heart. Megamind, so alien and strange, could not fathom being accepted by the human population on the principle that because was so different, he would be ridiculed more than he already was. Perhaps that’s one of the reasons he became a villain. To be hated, feared, so that people had a lawful reason to.

Roxanne could not, much to her anger, make people accept the unusual. The strange. The unique. Megamind knew that, and shut himself away so far he could barely socialize with others now. Would that ever change?

When she blatantly told him she did not mind his alienness, his bright green reptilian eyes or the long blue tail, the extra fingers or the sharp, shark like teeth, Megamind took a leap of faith. He began to… trust her. And so, he started coming over early in the morning or late at night, simply to talk with her. He always had an excuse—he never showed up without reason, but Roxanne knew he was there to see her. For whatever reason, she’s mildly certain it wasn’t because he was in love with her yet. He was there to test a theory. To see if she truly didn’t mind the non-humanness of him.

One thing led to another, and he suddenly decided it was too obvious he was getting close to her. Which led him to say he wanted to change their relationship.

The rest was history, like any other couple just starting out; the kisses, the long talks, the gentle touches, the shared dinner, the moment his tail dropped itself and he was forced to stay with her as it grew back.

He was fine now. But it was clear he wan’t exactly going anywhere any time soon.

Roxanne couldn’t help but think: how long would this thing between them last? She’d been head over heels before, but never like this. She’d had boyfriends, a few girlfriends, and was content to live out in a mutually beneficial relationship that would wind down someday. Typically that happened when they got sick of each other, or things just didn’t work out. Other factors got in the way, her heart was mended, tears dried up, life went on.

But she’s known Megamind for nearly seven years. It feels like she’s known him all of her life, yet this thing is so new. So… strong. Her heart leaped into her throat and her chest tightened at the thought of him approaching her one day and simply saying, I think we should see other people.

She doesn’t think she could ever get over that heartbreak. Yet, one day, he would have to go. This blissful domestic-ness between them would find an end. They had two very different visions in life, two very different paths to lead, and…

“I can hear you thinking, treasure,” Megamind says, startling her out of her sudden moroseness. He moved so quietly, and she so deep in though, that Roxanne didn’t hear him abandon his kitchen work to come up to her. He tilts his head, almost touching hers, eyes bright and cautious, searching. “Tick tick tick.” He waggles his fingers. “What’s gotten you so mel-on-cholly?”

“What?”

“Sad.”

“Oh. Nothing.” He frowns, and opens his mouth to insist, but she shakes her head. “Really, it’s nothing. Let’s eat?”

Megamind won’t let it go, she knows. He looks too determined now, but he’s still so tender with her he won’t press her for the truth. Upset that she’s ruined the mood, she tries to soothe it by a kiss to his cheek. “Come on, sweetheart. It’s been a long day.”

The blue alien eyes her warily, tail curling a bit to brush against her ankle, but he complies and follows her into the kitchen.

~.~.~.~

Supper was relatively quiet, and with her sudden terrifying thoughts of him leaving, she tells him she’s turning in early. Megamind, not having exactly done anything alone in her apartment before (besides when he left for a bit yesterday morning), declines her offer of having full rein of the television. Instead, he follows her upstairs and turns the covers down with her, sliding beneath the bedclothes before she could ask if he was even tired.

Wordlessly, she gets in beside him. As she turns the bedside lamp off, and they’re bathed in darkness, he asks, in the protection of the night, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, Megamind.”

“… B—”

“I’m fine. Really.” Roxanne then turns over and pretends to go to sleep. It’s weird though, knowing her bedfellow was aware of her alertness, and feeling his buzzing, half-manic energy. He’s watching her, she thinks, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. How good was his night vision? Could he see her in this pitch black? Could he see the way she wanted to turn in on herself?

They stay in that state until she falls asleep, restlessly.

~.~.~.~

Roxanne wakes up to the sound of beeping. Instinctually, after a seven year routine, she reaches out to put the alarm clock on snooze. However, her alarm was never set, and as she slaps the clock the sound doesn’t turn off. Her eyes open, alert, to see the sun barely peaking over the city’s horizon through her window.

She feels Megamind shift and sit up in the bed, and the beeping stops. She turns over to face him, askance. He’s holding his wrist up, watch up in the air. “What, Minion?” He asks with a huff. There are dark marks under his eyes. Did he sleep?

“Sir,” comes the static shrill voice of his fishy companion through the watch’s speakers.

“What?” Snaps the alien.

“There’s—been an incident.”

“Elaborate.”

“Um. Is Miss Ritchi there?” Minion seems to say her name like it’s a curse. God. Did he really dislike her that much, or was he just jealous for ‘stealing’ his boss/friend?

“Yes.”

“You may want to bring her to the Lair, too, Sir.”

Megamind looks to her in surprise, as if she has any idea why Minion was asking for both of them. She shrugs, as clueless as he. The alien squirms around until he can slide off his side of the bed. She props herself up on her elbow, throat still parched from her sleep. “What happened?”

“I—um, there’s—“

“Speak!”

“Someone took a picture.”

“What?”

“A picture of you and Miss Ritchi. Together. It’s all over the Internet.“

[romancek-sonakuranyria]

Worshipped By Godfrey

Rating: Mature  Tags: Body Worship, DaddyDom/LittleBoy, Smoking, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language

Roman slicked back hair and Peter's long shag. Roman was threading his hands through it all, petting his friend. He let Peter nuzzle against his knee. Dog collar on his neck otherwise naked. He wanted to fuck the Gyspy's mouth. The constant twitching of his cock was making Roman more weary. Roman was dressed in one of his favorite suits. He was smoking a cigarette and drinking. His eyes flipping through a page in Peter's journal. Whatever his little pet thought, is what Roman read. He required Peter to give insight since direct conversation about their sex life made his little boy blush.

"Peter, do you want to answer some questions for Papa?" Roman drank more of his whiskey. He gripped Peter's hair and forced his little boy to look up at him.

"No, Papa." Peter growled out. Upset for being disrupted from rubbing his nose across Roman's inner thigh. His eyes drawn to a crease in the pants and the outline of Roman's cock.

"Pretty please, Puppy. Let Papa ask you some questions."

Roman pouted a little and Peter broke out of character for a moment. He laughed and kissed Roman's inner wrist.

"Roman, if you're not up to dominating we don't have to."

Peter kisses up the vein. The bulging path leads up to the rolled sleeve. Peter studying the goosebumps and the slight twitch of Roman's forearm.

"Don't try to wiggle your way out of this, young man." Roman playfully teases, grabbing a handful of Peter's hair. His eyes lighting up, they sparkled and Peter stared with deep admiration.

"Papa," Peter moaned suddenly. Roman pulled Peter onto his lap.

"Yes, Peter, tell Papa what's on your mind." Roman rubbed Peter's knee in fine circular motions.

"I wanna play, Papa." Peter rolled his hips violently, straddling Roman so that their crotches were grinding together.

"Peter, you naughty boy." Roman growled and laid kisses onto Peter's neck. The gypsy rocking harshly, trying to gain the upper hand. Roman wrapped his arms around him and tightened so that Peter would cease his squirming.

"Papa, bed now, please." Peter whined and Roman couldn't resist the sound. It was heavy and beautiful.

"Nope, we're going to sit here and talk for a little." Roman threaded his fingers into Peter's hair. Soothing him. Their breathes labored with arousal. Peter's cock heavy and Roman adjusting his pants. Taking a hold of Peter's cock, rubbing the head every so often.

"I want you to lick me from head to toe." Peter blurted out suddenly. Red and wet tear stained cheeks. He was getting antsy and his body quivered with the effort to stay still.

"Good boy, Peter. Telling Papa with big boy words. Why don't you go lay down on the bed and put on your blindfold for me." Roman steadied Peter to his feet. Holding him and placing a kiss on each one of Peter's back dimples. Teardrop shaped and showing  a slight trail of hair down the gyspy's crack.

"I'm going to worship every bit of you." Smacking Peter's left ass cheek, the gyspy retreating to the bedroom. Roman waited til he heard the room door shut to get up and stretch, unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it off. He downed the rest of his drink, liquor burning his throat. Lighting a cig to take along with him.

He entered to Peter adjusting his blindfold and sitting nervously at the edge of the bed, biting his bottom lip harshly.

"I said, to lay back, puppy." Roman settled his feet into the carpet. The king size bed neatly made. Roman having the maids put on silk sheets. The only abnormal thing was Peter's favorite pillow with the Ninja Turtle pillowcase and his Batman blanky. His three favorite stuffies propped against the pillows.

"I know, Papa." Peter growled, turning his head in Roman's direction.

"You're openly disobeying my orders, Peter. That's rude to Papa." Roman approached Peter slowly. Watching his face shift and shoulders tense. Roman climbed onto the bed. His knees digging into the memory foam. Settling behind Peter.

"You're nervous, I understand that you are. However rudeness isn't tolerated, so perhaps I should turn your juicy ass into a nice plump red before I lay tender kisses across your back." Roman teased and traced with his fingertips, the expanse of Peter's shoulders. his cigarette half way done. Roman inhaled and blew smoke across Peter's neck. Lips chasing after the smoke. His tongue firmly pressed against Peter's adams apple. Cigarette forgotten in the ash tray.

"Fuck, so good feeling." Peter moaned out and Roman smirked as he worked his hands through the light fuzz laying across Peter's stomach. They were content with just mapping out sensation. Roman biting down on Peter's shoulder's or neck to cause a twitch or arching of Peter's throat. Displaying it for Roman's mouth. Hickeys to be worn for days.

"More please." Peter was now grabbing at the back of Roman's head. Roman responded by standing on the bed, placing his elbows beneath Peter's armpits, hefting the gyspy backwards onto the pillows. Peter giggled slightly. Playfully grabbing at Roman as he came to the front of Peter.

"No, no. Be a good boy and lay back against the pillows."

Peter obeyed, laying backwards. His body relaxing comfortably. Roman sat on the edge as he removed his pants. His cock hard in boxer briefs. He grabbed the ashtray off the bedside dresser. Lighting another cigarette. He puffed once, watching as Peter's body flushed with arousal, cock laying heavy against his belly. Roman laid on the bed, separating Peter's legs by his ankles. Ash tray next to Peter's left heel. Roman inhaled a puff and then sucked Peter's big toe into his mouth. The warmth of the smoke and the gentle graze of Roman's teeth sending Peter to bend his back upwards. Roman studied Peter as he exhaled the smoke from his nose.

"Does it feel good, puppy?" Roman asked as he kissed and sucked each of Peter's left toes. Tongue traveling down to the ankle bone. Teeth nibbling along muscle. Peter clenched his hands tightly and gritted through his own teeth, trying to form a response. A rough moan choking it's way out of his throat. Roman grinned as he switched to the right foot. Taking another puff of smoke before proceeding to suck roughly on Peter's big toe. Peter kicked out once and Roman pinned his leg down. Moving onto the next toe. Each toe stimulated causing Peter to thrash wildly.

"Shee-it!" Peter yelled as Roman sucked at the high arch in Peter's right foot. Continuing his stream up each calf. From left to right. Every segment of Peter's legs throughly lavished by his Papa's mouth. Roman leaving hickeys behind each knee. Cigarette finished by the time Roman made it up to Peter's hips.

"Papa, I think I need to take a break." Peter puffed out. Roman laughed above Peter's hard cock.

"Papa wants to continue, puppy. I wanna finish getting up your whole body so I can come back down to my baby boy's cock. Work it over with my mouth," Roman mumbled around another cigarette. Peter made a motion to remove his blindfold and Roman slapped his hand away.

"You don't remove anything without Papa's permission first, puppy. Do you want Papa to thrash that little bum of yours?"

Peter shook his head no, placing his and back down to the bed. Curling his toes and biting his bottom lip. Roman tugged the lip away from Peter's teeth. Leaning in to blow smoke into Peter's mouth. The gyspy inhaled it and stroked Roman's tongue with his own. Roman responded by licking the roof of Peter's mouth and tugging his bottom lip in so he bruise it properly. Roman pulled back in order to inhale another. Ducking under Peter's chin to suck on his left nipple. Peter shoved hard at Roman as he bit around the bud.

"Fuck off, Roman. Stop!" Peter shouted as Roman sucked hard, flicking his tongue over it. Peter still shoving but wearing out as Roman slowed into a kitten lick. Pressing Peter firmly into the bed with his weight, cock trapped on Roman's chest. Peter rushed to remove the blindfold, eyes blinded by the room. He blushed as he realized Roman had been staring at him under bright light. No hiding any imperfections. Peter gripped at Roman's hair, dragging the Upir off of him. Roman's eyes bloodstained slightly, lips stained with a light red. Peter tried to look down but Roman clutched his head backwards.

"Fuck, you taste so good, baby boy." Roman moaned out as he inhaled another puff. Roman rubbed his chest across Peter's cock and Peter shuttered violently. Closing his eyes tightly as Roman was graced with the show.

"Roman, you can't be this rough with me." Peter growled as Roman latched onto his right nipple with smoked filled mouth. Sucking softer this time. More tongue than teeth. The crease causing Peter to wail out. His cock twitching harshly.

"Shee-it! Roman, you ass. Turning me on so I can't remember that you tried to snag my nipple." Peter panted angrily. Roman descended downwards. Cock travelling up his chest and against his Adams apple. He felt the weeping head leak against his chin as he sucked on Peter's happy trail. The hair light and muscles twitching harshly. He lifted his head and shifted further down the bed. His long legs hanging over. He took a hold of Peter's cock by the base. Lighting his final cigarette for the activity. He stroked Peter with gentle feather touches. Making the gyspy whine out. Eyes closed. Hands tangled in his own hair, dog collar tight on his windpipe. Roman wondered how Peter would take being strangled to death while having passionate sex. Roman couldn't stand the idea of losing Peter ever.

"Roman, please! Please suck my cock, Papa!" Peter begged and he twisted harshly, bucking his hips up into Roman's jerking motion. Roman inhaled for a long moment. Then he released the smoke over Peter's cock blowing on the hot length. Swallowing down to the hilt. Head shoved against his tonsils. His gag reflex kicking in but he pushed down the acids. His throat rippling as he imagined he was devouring Peter's cock. Peter pushed up on his elbows, repeating "Shit" in a soundtrack. The sensation making him thrust in more. Peter locked eyes with Roman and that was enough to send the gyspy over the edge. Spillng his cum into Roman's mouth. Roman sucking each cumshot down. Cigarette burnt, filter and all. Roman lazily licking Peter's aching cock, tugging on his balls as he easied Peter into aftershock. Peter's breathes labored. Roman wiped Peter off with a washcloth to which Peter squirmed and huffed like the little boy he is. Once that five minute ordeal was completed, Roman pulled himself up to the pillows. Peter tucking up against him. One of his stuffies tucked against his bare chest. Roman chuckled as Peter sucked on one of his nipples. He threaded his hand into the nape of Peter's neck. The collar now lost somewhere on the floor for the night. Peter bit down and Roman gasped and hissed as Peter sucked the left nipple, blood on his tongue. He lapped at the swollen bud until it stopped bleeding. His beard scratching Roman's chest.

"There now, Papa has a booboo too." Peter mouthed sleepily. Roman chuckled as he petted Peter's head.

"I'm gonna make that ass nice and red tomorrow, baby boy. Papa's gonna give you a nice sore ass to sit on, warm cheeks against Papa's thighs while you sniffle out an apology." Roman said as he finished his cigarette in the dark of the room. Peter's snores having came in mid sentence. His little boy was going to be surprised in the morning.