#little busters muscle

[meiluu]

Everything and You

Cloud Strife/ Reader (AFAB)cw: SMUT 18+ MDNI, unprotected, creampie, fingering (reader receiving). *NOT EDITED*

Shucking off his buster sword, leaning it against the wall adjacent to your shared bed. Cloud goes through the mindless motions of taking off his pieces of armor and gear. Then once he is free of his gear he is headed to the bathroom ready to wash the day away, and the reminder that you are in the kitchen fueling his desire to finish up quickly. Not wanting to spend even a moment apart from you, when he's spent the whole day fighting and being away from you.

Hair a little damp, Cloud heads into the kitchen dawned in a fresh pair of sweats and a simple oversized tee. There he sees you. Quietly humming to yourself as you finish up washing the dishes from your shared dinner.

Everyday Cloud is so grateful to have you by his side, after every horrific thing he has been through, seeing you, being with you, makes all of that worth it. Coming up behind you Cloud wraps his arms around your waist, burying his head into your neck. Your familiar fragrance has his shoulders slumping as his body relaxes in your presence.

Putting the last dish onto the drying rack, turning your head towards Cloud. "Mm you smell good." a soft laugh leaves Cloud, "Did I not smell good before my shower?" a smirk crawls upon his pink lips. "No, you always smell good, even after a long day. It's kind of weird- like even after fighting monsters and stuff..."

Your words trail off as your eyes lock with his. Those vivid pools of mako have you locked in place, they always had you lost for words. And to add on Cloud always looked at you like... like you were everything. No matter how often you see him your heart will always race for him. Those eyes that seem to worship you, like nothing in this world could ever come close in comparison to you.

"Cloud..?"

A strong and calloused hand comes up to cup the side of your face, thumb gently caressing the apple of your cheek. Cloud's face is a mask of concentration, as if he was memorizing every little detail that was etched into your gorgeous face. eyes watching his every twitch in his face, after a couple of years of being with Cloud you've grown experienced at reading his expressions and body language. But in moments like these his true emotions escape you, though you never have to sit and wonder for long. With Cloud's habit of always being honest with you extends not only from his words but to his body.

Plush lips capture yours in a sweet kiss, hands lifting to wrap around his neck. A strong arms snakes its way around your waist while the hand on your face delves downward to the base of your head, cradling your with the utmost care. Breaths shorten as the need to keep your lips and mouths together heighten. Teeth nip at your bottom lip, mouth opening to let his tongue in. A familiar dance, one where neither one of you never want to part from.

Your hands grip tightly upon his shirt trying to keep your self from floating away at this heavenly feeling. You feel his hand leave the back of your head, sliding down the side of you squeezing, caressing each dip and curve he comes across. Both hands now rest on each side of your hips, then they go lower.

"Jump." Voice husky and a little breathy, its nothing short of a command, and your body naturally obeys.

Without so much as an ounce of struggle, Cloud lifts you and heads towards the bedroom. Stopping just a little short at the end of the bed, mouths to occupied to separate. Barely able to catch a full breath of air before his mouth is right back upon yours. You feel the world shift as you are laid down onto the plush comforter. Cloud's body over yours, muscled body weighing you down.

Those plush lips leave yours with a string of spit still keeping you connected, then he's heading south. Mouth leaving a blazing trail in its wake. But all too soon does he stop, rising up face pinched in annoyance. "What is it?" your voice, still a bit breathy.

"Your shirt is in my way." mako eyes blazing in anger, as if your shirt has committed a grave crime. Biting your lip to keep your laugh in, you get rid of the offending fabric and now only a small piece of fabric shields you from being completely bare. Cloud follows in your movements, throwing his shirt into some dark corner of your room.

And just as quickly as both shirts are off and discarded is Cloud mouth back upon you. Lips and tongue worshipping every inch within reach. Hands aiding in his motions, whimpers spill from your kiss swollen lips, no care to try and muffle them. Tongue swirling around a nipple then his mouth is sucking it further into his mouth, gentle nipping at your skin. Love bites being left in his wake, not forgetting the other he repeats his motions. Your eyes are watching, not wanting to leave and miss this, seeing this version of Cloud. Only for you not for anyone else. Here he can be true to what he wants leaving behind everything when he is with you, loosing himself within your love and body. You can feel your face heating up as you feel your cunt clenches around nothing, every moment that passes has you getting wetter.

Warm and calloused fingers delve underneath that band of fabric, feeling, hearing, just how turned on you are. Lust lidded eyes meet yours, "Can I?"

"Please."

And just like that your cunt bare for him, fingers swirling around your clit before sinking into you. Breathy moans falling from your lips as Cloud massages your insides, stretching you open to be able to take him. Your arousal slicks up his fingers and leaks downwards, creating a lovely mess upon your sheets.

Cloud cant decide on wanting to watch your face scrunch up pleasure or watch his fingers stretch your cunt open. It's the hardest decision he ever has to make when he is with you in these moments. Completely enraptured by your body's reaction to his fingers, loving as your mouth drops into an 'O' as a moan crawls up from deep within your chest in response to his fingers rubbing up against your sweet spot. And during all of this Cloud pay little mind to his leaking cock within his pants, twitching and begging for attention. But Cloud can't give in just yet, because if he does all he'll want to do is bury himself within you and would never want to leave.

Cloud can feel your cunt squeezing and quivering, your moans rising in pitch, you were gonna cum. His eyes lock onto your face, watching as your head twists into the pillow beside you, hand reaching up to grab ahold of the pillow while your other hand finds his. Lacing your hands together as you cum around his fingers, continuing to fuck his fingers into you, riding out your orgasm until your thighs begin to shake in overstimulation.

Pulling his fingers from you, and you watch in lust-filled awe as he brings he slick drenched fingers to his mouth. Tasting and relishing in your taste, maintain eye contact as he swirls his tongue around his fingers. Cock twitching, begging, to be inside of you as it strains against his sweats. "Cloud, please I need you inside. Don't make me wait any longer." Pupils dilated, Cloud takes his fingers from his mouth quickly reaching down to tug off his pants. Pulling the waistband down you watch as his cock slaps against his skin, tip a flushed pink as precum weeps from his slit. Finally free from any barriers Cloud crawls his way back over you. Breast grazing his sculpted chest, heart fluttering at the familiar scent and heat that you've become addicted to ever since becoming intimate with Cloud.

With a steadying hand Cloud begins to sink into your cunt, eyes fluttering at the heavenly feeling. Pelvis flush with yours as Cloud takes a moment to gaze at you, mako irises burning your face to memory. Here below him, cheeks flushed, eyes filled with a heady combination of lust and adoration.

Sinking his body further down on top of yours, head lowering down towards your ear. Cloud slowly pulls himself almost completely free from you, leaving the tip inside, before sinking all back inside. Deep and steady thrusts have your keening in utter euphoria, as you feel how ever vein rubs perfectly against your walls, his tip hitting oh so deep. Hands clinging to his back, legs wrapping around his waist pulling him in closer. Your mind is trapped in a mind-numbing cycle, feeling the perfect fullness of Cloud cock thrusting inside of you. Hearing his whimpers and moans of pleasure, along with the added friction of his pelvis hitting your clit as he fucks into you. Body warm and strong against yours, your mind was filled with Cloud. His voice, His body, His love, everything him.

In your haze of pleasure your ears faintly pick up on the sound coming from your drenched cunt. But that sound becomes louder as Cloud picks up his pace, arms braced on each side of your head as he raises his head.

In and out, in and out, in and out. You can feel that familiar knot in your core, twisting and writhing, oh so close to unraveling. Mouth calling out to Cloud, repeating his name like it was a prayer. In a sense it was, he was the only one who could get you like, the only one who you'd ever let see you like this. Then with another deep thrust, hitting deep within does that knot unravel, a cry leaves your lips as you orgasm. Squeezing around his still pistoning cock, and not too far behind you hear that sweet uptick in Cloud voice a tall tale sign that he was close. Overstimulation burns you in the most pleasurable way as your blurry vision focuses on Clouds face above yours. His face scrunching up as your cunt clenches down upon him, cock swelling and hips stuttering as he cums. Warmth fills you as his cock fills you, hips slowing to a stop. Gently wrapping you into his embrace he bring the both of you onto your sides, cuddled in each others arms. Cock perfectly nestled inside as you both come down from your shared high. Sweet kisses are littered across your face, your lips pulling into a lazy smile. A whispered 'I love you' is passed between the both of you. There you both lay utterly content to spend the rest of your lives just like this.

[thesupreme316]

I have had this stuck with me for a time now, wording this sucked.

So most/all AEW and WWE stars have taunts, iconic finishers, and submissions so I was thinking what if the reader used one of them ( Kenny’s V-trigger, HOOK’s redrum. Things like these) and their reaction to the move/taunt.

You can pick anyone and the number of people

AEW STARS REACT TO: You Doing Their Signature Move/Taunt

Pairings: Samoa Joe x Reader, Kenny Omega x Reader, Hook x Reader, Daniel Garcia x Reader, Dante Martin x Reader

Word Count: 728

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, sorry ive been MIA. School started and I've been student teaching, but also I'm starting to kind of lose motivation for this. but imma keep pushing through because damn it yall deserve it. but my inbox and messages are always open. please remember that you are loved, appreciated, and cherished.

Warnings: none i think. barely proofread this tbh

Taglist: @hookerforhook @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @wwenhlimagines @kat04ie @batzy-watzy @cassie0sstuff

Backstory:

You are a very private person

You rarely discuss or even reference your friendships (or relationships)

But today?

You were feeling cocky and wanted to put it out on display

So during your match, while you looked at the crowd

And without another second going by….

You did the number one thing that your best friend (or significant other) was famous for

Something that was instantly recognizable 

Making the crowd go wild

And the person you’re referencing grin from ear to ear

Kenny Omega

Get better king

Proud is an understatement

MOTHAFUCKA IS PRIDEFUL

Especially with how he’s out of action rn

He’s happy that that someone is keeping his memory present in the wrestling world

As soon as you hit the V-Trigger

A smile is on his face and his jumping up and down in his seat

Will not have any critiques for you

I think you would be the only person he gives blessing to full on adopt it

Especially after he see how’s the audience reacts to you doing it

Puts up instagram and twitter posts stating how proud and amazed he is of you

Will not hesitant to put those marks and trolls in their place

Hook

The smirk on his face would widened at what he was watching

He was so proud of you doing his submission the Redrum

Wouldn’t run wild or anything but anyone can see that he is so happy that you used his move

He would tease you as you come backstage

“Personally, you could have squeezed harder”

Will post about it with no captions

I find him wanting to do a tag match where both of you can do it at the same time

Get ready for Hook to do your move and or taunt in the next singles match he’s in

Just as a little nod or hint of acknowledgement

But be careful cause he’s competitive and wants to see who can do it better

Dante Martin

REMEMBER THAT SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT HE USED TO DO ALL THE TIME

Yeah you do it

People were even amazed that you can move like that

Cause you don’t like flying

When he sees it, he immediately geeks out

“DID YOU SEE IT? HUH? THEY’RE AMAZING!”

I think he would spam on his instagram stories with videos of you doing and people’s reactions

The same night he would do your finisher to end the match

Would def tease you about it as if he was not running around screaming OMG

“Tbh, I had more height to my moonsault”

Daniel Garcia

THE DANCE

OMG THE DANCE

He is grinning ear to ear as he hears the crowd grow in cheers and excitement

Cause tbh you saw it as an idiotic move

But it makes him happy to know that he has your blessing

Would make you film a Tik Tok or reel with him while doing it

Tbh I can see him with a t-shirt of you doing it

Will now brag to his friends and ask you to “do the thing” like a proud person

Tbh will get jealous when fans say that you do it better than him

Then he forbids you from doing it

“I can’t have the student surpassing the teacher”

Samoa Joe

Once he sees you do the Muscle Buster once, he smirks but he acts like’s not proud

“Well, that was great for an amateur…”

Gives you tips about how to make it more impactful

Makes you join forces with him (almost think Athena and Billie Starks)

“Now you are ready to be a cold blooded killer…*looks at you skipping down the hall*…after some more sessions”

After you master the Muscle Buster, he makes you practice the Coquina Clutch

Once you master both, he’ll say that you are now ready for the dark side

Hates how you seem to do his finishers more seamlessly

OOOO

DON’T LET HIM SEE YOU DO THE WALK AWAY SPOT

THAT IS STRICTLY OFF LIMITS

[nylwnder]

get what i want | william nylander

gif by leafsgm

a/n: i’m so sorry for taking years to post this, after promising it several times … but it’s finally here and it’s fucking filthy (because i love you all so much) so have fun and go insane mwah mwah!!!

warnings: SMUT!!!!!!!!!, plot? never heard of her, p in v, unprotected sex, overstimulation, fingering, oral (f! receiving), beard burn kink, thigh riding, chain kink, spit kink if you squint, possessive kink if you also squint, light mentions of crying during sex, lots of swearing.

word count: 3.8k

taglist: @11livpangburn , @savoies , @stars-canucks , @spine-buster , @melissasturges90 , @themotogirl , @thenhlhastakenovermylife , @allison-mchugh , @willianmylander , @boqvistsbabe , @bunting27

sitting on the bed after finishing your lunch, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand. you mindlessly scrolled on instagram for a bit, before returning any messages you had just as you heard the water from the shower turn off. he made his way out of the bathroom not too long after, and you couldn’t help but stare.

it should be forbidden truly, to be able to walk out with a towel losely hanging off of his hips. his perfectly sculpted chest in plain sight as his chains fidget with his every step. your eyes following the small droplets of water that trickle down his back, tracing every crevasse of his muscles.

he spoke and you unconsciously responded, until he turned around swiftly and the towel threatened to fall off completely, before he held it with his hand.

“hm?” he asks as you had to blink repeatedly before you could look up at him. “hmm?” you responded, not realizing the way you mimicked him. he smirked at you, “i said, it’s rude to stare.”

you scoff, “says you!” making will laugh.

“why don’t you go pick my suit while i finish up.” he says, seeing the smile creep up on your lips. it was something you quite enjoyed doing.

you hopped out of the bed, walking into the closet as will made his way back into the bathroom. you raked your fingers through all of them, analyzing all the ones he’s worn this past week. he had a good selection, two new ones even, but he wore the lilac set just last game and despite the way you were contemplating the thought of your boyfriend in it once again, you ended up chosing his green set.

holding it up, you grab the suit jacket and set the rest of it on the counter. opening it up gently, you slip it on for fun. as you moved around in front of the mirror you enjoyed the oversized look of it since you’ve been contemplating wether or not to buy a set for yourself. since you were wearing shorts, the ends of the suit covered them almost completely and showed as if you were wearing nothing but the jacket. you smiled, something to keep in mind as it’d be a fit you think your boyfriend would quite enjoy.

“having a little fashion show are we?” he mentions, fixing his hair as he walked up behind you. you began to take it off, “hm, just making sure it’ll look good all sprawled out on the bed when you’ve barely made it through the door.” he smiles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, “is that so? i thought you like it when i have a suit on?”

“yes. but, i think we can both agree that unravelling articles of clothing-” you begin, as you grab his hands and put them to your hips, his fingers naturally hooking onto the band of your shorts and panties, “-is entirely better.” your lips connect with will’s. you might have come across as needy, as you fingers tugged in his hair, but you didn’t care.

“mmm don’t tempt me” he mumbles as he breaks the link of your lips. you let out a little whine, “we have enough time” you mutter back. “there’s never enough time for you, love.” he says, lifting you and placing you on the bed.

laying down, he hovers over you. “i’m going to be late.” he mentions, as he pulls down what he agrees are in the way. “you’ll be fine.” you state as your fingers tug on his boxers. “you better be right”

you smile, as his lips attack your neck and his hands roam under your crew neck and all over your body. you let out an airy moan as his fingers find your nipples, but that’s before he pulled your sweater off as well, and his mouth latches on. your back arches as his hands roll down your sides, your hips and then to your ass. he squeezes before his hands find their home between your thighs. you’re shut up from a moan as willy kisses you while playing around with your wetness.

“always ready for me, aren’t you?”

you merely nod when his thumb begins to rub circles on your clit and two of his fingers slip through your entrance. “mmmm yeah” you moan.

your fingers continue to tug at his boxers, will letting you drag them down. you were very aware of his bulge, and when his cock slaps against his stomach you’re thankful you were able to convince him.

“is this what you were needy for? what you tease me for?” you look up at him, clenching around nothing but the void. “please will,” your hand raking down his v-line to give him some strokes “fuck me” you whine, getting up just a tad so you could pull him down by his chains with you. he kisses you as your legs habitually wrap around his waist letting his cock push in.

your eyes roll back, that’s exactly what you wanted. your fingers immediately find his still moist hair, willy taking no time but to find a brisk pace. “fuck yeah just like that” you plead, as you move with his every thrust. willy’s mouth finding home in your breasts once again, making his beard rub against your silky skin which only added on top of all the pleasure.

you couldn't stop clenching around him, and you knew you were breaking him by the second. so willy finds your clit, and he’s ruthless with his fingers. you bite your lip to mask your moans, even nipping on his shoulders. “cum for me, love. oh god i fucking love it when you clench around me”

whimpering as the coil snaps in your belly you kick his lower back to go impossibly deeper into you. he lightly snickers, before his cock twitches and he kisses your cheek as he rides both of your highs out. “yeah that’s my good girl” he whispers, grabbing your hips and continuing to thrust into you.

your head is turned to the side, your eyes closed, as you feel like his pace never softens. your hands reach out to grip his forearms as your moans don’t stop and you can feel the beginning of your second orgasm rushing in. that’s until he stops all at once, and you can’t help but cry out at the emptiness. you take a deep breath as you catch his teasing. “mmm later, älskling.” well, of course.

kneeling up just like him you kiss him and nip at his lip. “hey google, what time is it?” you ask your home device. hearing her response you smirk at willy, “hmm i stand corrected.” he merely slaps your ass before he gets up, cleans himself and gets ready. you laid down on your tummy, not bothering to put your clothes back on just yet.

when will comes out, he bites his lip and groans just the softest bit as you stare innocently back at him. not forgetting to flutter your lashes. “you’re in for it later” he warns.

you felt your cunt throb at his tone.

—

you sat on your couch, blanket in hand, as you saw the last few minutes of the game pass on the clock. “and the leafs go home tonight with their third win of the week” the broadcasters say as the boys crowd to head pat sammy. you smile as you watch your boyfriend hug jt and the other boys. they managed to pull through with another win despite a pretty persistent game. the credit goes to not only ilya but also to the game winning goal scorer: william. the same man who you’ll be waiting to come through your door once again, so you can show him just how proud — and worked up — you are.

you waited around watching the post game coverage, fidgeting in your sweatpants. closer to the time you know william would be in his car, you decided to get up and strip yourself from the sweats. you figured you’d save him the time. so you sat back down on the couch, with a crewneck of willy’s and just your baby pink panties underneath.

just as you draped the blanket on your lap, willy unlocks the door. walking in while taking off his coat and shoes, his eyes find yours. he sees how dark they are, but you didn’t budge. he walked up to the back of the couch, letting your head fall back so he could lean down and kiss you. he was quick to pull you close, turning you around so you were kneeling and facing him, reaching for his kisses once again.

letting your fingers run through his hair, he looked down and saw the thin pink fabric. “mmm nice to see you too baby” he says, lips forming into a smile. “you took too long” you whined at him, as you felt everything to be dreadfully longer than usual.

he snickered, his hands running down to rest on the small of your back. you desperately kissed him again, not knowing how much longer you could wait till he could pin you down on your bed and make you cry. “oh what a needy girl you are”

you smiled, as he gripped your ass and pulled you up and off of the couch. he carried you to the bedroom, your kisses never leaving his warm skin. throwing you down on the bed, he bites his lip at the site — resulting in you letting out a cheeky giggle. he follows quickly after tossing away his suit jacket, choosing to take off your sweater at the same time. his lips trail over you some more, leaving wet kisses on the curves of your breasts before going down and kissing your stomach.

you shiver when his mouth gives you small pecks on your thighs before he lays another on your clothed cunt. you can’t hold back a moan even at the barely present touch. he looks up at you smirking at your squirmy state. “got you all worked up from my goal, didn’t i?” he states more so than asks, taking his sweet sweet time to discard your wet panties. you're practically rolling your eyes.

“well i’ve been thinking about you all evening. how i left your tight pussy dripping wet. figured i’d give you what you wanted so bad earlier.” you whimpered. “a good girl should get what she deserves, don’t you think?” his voice grew lower as he looked up at you, your pussy throbbed again. “yeah-yeah she should.” he hums.

“the real question is whether she can actually take it?” he threatens, as his fingers graze your cunt and he quickly nips on your buds. fuck you’re screwed you thought. making his way down he hauls your hips with him. he gave one bold swipe from your already dripping hole to your clit and you let out a small gasp.

his tongue moved quickly, flicking softly at your clit until rotating to lap at your entrance as he groaned at the taste of you. his nose bumping perfectly into your clit, he was feasting like it was his last meal on earth.

your body was squirming, your hips trying to grind on his mouth if you weren't attempting to close your thighs around willy’s head. that made his beard scrape against your inner thighs even more, making pleasure curl throughout your body.

he knew, will always knew. so he purposely moved his face side to side, painting red patches on your velvety skin. the two different feelings numbed your mind. you pressed your head back into the pillow as your free hand reached to grip his hair aggressively. moans spilled into the room and you pushed him closer into you as you chased your orgasm. “mmm—don’t stop—fuck will”

willy’s cock throbbed against his dress pants as he saw your back arching from the bed and felt your nails digging into his scalp. he groaned into you again and the vibrations sent you spiralling while his teeth teased your bundle of nerves. he sucked hard on it and you cried out his name.

when his three fingers slipped inside, no problem, the coil snapped and your wetness soaked his hand and mouth. he cleaned you up, lapping at the most unholiest drink. his beard rubbed against your pussy and you whimpered at the sensitivity. he did it again before he kissed your clit and connected his damp lips with yours.

you moaned at the taste of yourself, and willy smirked. “delicious, no? fuck i can eat you out for days, princess.”

you sat up and grabbed his neck to pull him in for another kiss. you needed something to ground you and you didn’t know what else to do other than kiss him until both of your lips were puffy and pink. willy gripped your ass and pulled you close to him, he was still dressed and you didn’t think that was right.

your soft hands unhooked the last few buttons on his shirt, he had the first three open anyways. willy slipped it off as you rubbed your hands against his chest, down his stomach and traced his v-line like he loves. your fingers targeted his zipper next, “take it off” you mumbled. he smirked in response, getting off of the bed he dragged his pants down and threw them in the direction of his jacket. he walked back to the bed but you dragged down his boxers before he could get back on, “this especially.”

his cock was shiny, precum lacing the pink tip. you licked your lips, his dark eyes steady on you. he had the whole night planned out already, and you could only picture how you would already feel after the first round.

he sat down beside you, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you into his open lips. as you leaned in, your leg draped over one of his legs before william folds it upwards. you gasped, feeling how the stern muscles of his thick thighs pushed right under your wet cunt. “you like that?”

what a stupid question you thought. as if he doesn’t see just how much you stare — in sweats, in dress pants, in jeans, so be it. you thought about them a rotting amount of times everyday. and oh how you’d be lying if you didn’t physically ache over how much you wanted to be writhing on top of them.

you scoffed at him. “can i?” you ask softly, nipping at the inside of your lip as you look at him with your needy eyes. he smiled as he grabbed your hips and started a steady rhythm for you.

your hands found his shoulders as you rocked back and forth. willy gave you kisses on your collarbone, “that’s it, keep going” he was eating up your little moans and whines as you glistened his thigh. nipping down on your soft skin, he flexed his leg. “oh fuck” you yelped as your head fell back at the action.

“eyes on me, darling” he demanded, and you did so. looking at him as he flexed again and your lips fell open. “come on baby girl, soak these thighs” you pull his head into your chest at his words. gripping a handful of his hair as you moaned and twitched. he flexed again, and god forbid if his thumb so happened to rub a circle on your clit. but it did, and he didn’t have to do many before you were chanting his name.

keeping his thigh nicely pushed up against you, he guided you as your juices dripped down his leg. he groaned at the sight, and how you didn’t stop cumming, and how it began falling on the bed sheets. “what a fucking good girl.” he moaned out, seeing how flushed your face got with the lazy last rolls of your hips.

you stopped at the tremble in your own thighs, your head falling on his shoulder and kissing the crook of his neck. your hands found his upright cock and stroked him. he grunted in your ear, feeling how it twitched in your snug grip.

you kissed once again, your forehead against willy’s. “i need you. inside of me” you mumbled into his lips. “please baby”

“my pleasure” he states as he rolls you over. as you get on all fours willy kisses your shoulder, “gonna be my pretty little slut, are you?” he whispers in your ear.

“always am.” you shoot back and will snickers.

he guided himself to you, purposely avoiding your entrance as he teased. sliding his tip to your clit then back down your slit before he slides in seamlessly. a loud throaty moan threatening to escape at how stretched you felt. how you always felt.

he pumped in and it of you devilishly long and slow. as he dragged out every thrust, he would fully exit before retentering. you were dying at the inconsistency of his pace. “faster willy, please.” you begged, “i can’t take it much longer”

he had a smirk plastered on his smug face. he was fucking with you, oh indeed. but it was your choice: either be teased and edged the whole night or well…

he pushes you down, pinning you hard, as he buries his cock in you once again. he pushed down on your lower back as he felt like he could enter not only way deeper than before, but more predominantly. and you expected it.

he thrusted in you at a more familiar pace before he increased it more and more. your face found home in a pillow you had dragged down to you from above. gnawing on it, your moans were still hard to muffle.

the sound of skin slapping skin had your eyes rolling, as his hands sternly gripped your hips into his own. willy could be found groaning as well, even nipping his own lip to try his best to outlast you. but it was hard as you clenched around him every time he was balls deep.

though he easily kept an angle that made you repeatedly chant things like “fuck fuck fuck fuck ugh fuuuck” and he hit it visiously.

“feels so good willy so fucking good”

“i know baby girl. let go for me” he mumbles against your shoulder, placing wet kisses and nibbles.

and so you did, again. feeling the rush of pleasure consume you as willy hushes your whines and moans by pulling you up to him. resting on his chest, your head lolled to the side he held you close as your high faded away.

his hand moved from your neck and gently made its way down your curves. his fingers found your soaking pussy and he groaned at the feeling of his fingers playing with all the gathered juices.

you turned to lay on your back and willy followed. but you knew he hadn’t cummed yet and the look in his eyes told you enough. he kissed your neck, “do you think you can take another hm? wanted it so bad earlier” he teased, though he kept a more gentler tone as he understood your overstimulated state.

you looked at him, playing with his hair. despite knowing just how sensitive you’ll be in a moment, fuck was this so hot. “you know i’ll always be ready for you. this is your perfect little tight pussy. it’s yours willy all fucking yours”

“that’s it princess, it’s all mine.” he says with a smile, taking his cock and thrusting right in. he lifted your hips high in the air as he started at a firm pace once again. he hit that faultless spot deep inside in less than a second. you couldn’t help but scream out a series of expletives, as the oh too familiar haze felt like you were starting to lose all possible control.

he spat on your clit, which was exhibited for his full disposal. using his thumb to push harsh circles. your lip was on the verge of extracting drops of crimson red with the way you were biting down on it. willy continued mumbling things to you but you were in no capability of hearing, understanding or responding to any of it. he was impelling you to the verge of your fourth orgasm in just the bit of time of his return. all you could do was scream.

you ate at the blazing pleasure from both his vigorous hands and his thick cock, giving into it as you gripped willy as hard as you possibly could. william could feel himself twitching at the way your saturated pussy clamped around him. it felt so cruel as his cock ached of its own release.

will’s thrusts never stopped after your high, as he dropped your hips from his high grip. he kept his hands under your knees, widening your thighs far apart. you felt the burn in your eyes as willy wiped your cheek. “i’m so proud of you, baby. taking me so fucking good like the cockslut you are. you can do it, just another for me, princess.”

“y-yeah, yes, ye” you whined out, fuck you didn’t even know what you were saying. he was pounding into you, your boobs jumping with every move of his. so did his chains, in which you gripped, yanking as willy followed down with them. you wanted a kiss, letting willy taste your warm and salty tears. when he moved upwards, your hands kept at the cold metal around his neck.

willy’s deep grunts infatuated you. a bruise would most likely be found on your hips and thighs as he kept you as wide open as you could for him. his hips began to stutter, as your sensitivity only got worse. your thundering heartbeat in your ear and the fire in your lower stomach making the world around you a blur. your chest heaved and drips of sweat fell from willy’s chest. “cum-gonna-cum fuck yeah so fucking close- shit” you moaned out, “come willy, come for me”

“mm baby i can’t help with that fluttering cunt of yours”

with one last twitch, and one last sloppy thrust, you cry out again, now at the feeling of his warm seed coating you. as he pulled out, your conjoined cum dripped out of your pink pussy. willy bit his lip before he decided to dive down and lap you clean. you winced at his flat tongue, gripping the sheets for dear life. “jesus christ william”

he came back up as he kissed your cunt before kissing up towards your mouth again. “you’re so perfect. love how you can take what you tease for all the time” he says in your ear as he moves to the side, letting you follow him to rest on his chest. you smile,

“i get what i want.”

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Tomorrow Has To Wait, a Cloud & Aerith One-Shot

A FFVII Rebirth Cloud & Aerith fic. Contains spoilers through Gongaga (and beyond tbh). Cloud slips away into the night to be alone with his thoughts. How can he protect the ones he cares for most if he cannot even trust himself?

Aerith Gainsborough brought me out of fic writing retirement. You ever been down so bad that you got in touch with your inner child, your first dreams and aspirations, and a craft you've long left on the shelf? I have, and it got about 2.8k words and a long afternoon outta me.

Be kind, it's been a long time for this old boy.

Read on AO3 here. Snippet beneath the read more.

Gongaga nights were humid, the dense kind of humidity that clings to however much exposed skin it can find, and sleeping in it was no easy task. However, up above the trees standing at the top of a mostly ruined observation tower, Cloud was breathing in the crisp breeze and gazing up at the stars.

“It’s not so different from Nibelheim.” He recalled kicking his feet off the edge of the water tower, looking through the window of the cute girl next door and then desperately trying to look anywhere but there to avoid being weird. That was so long ago, but nowadays he felt more in touch with the awkward, silent kid than a seasoned SOLDIER.

Even with Tifa’s forgiveness for what happened at the reactor, Cloud couldn’t find enough quiet in his mind to rest. He was anxious. How in the hell was anyone supposed to trust him if he couldn’t trust himself? Despite their party growing stronger and more determined than ever, the war waging on in his mind was one he had to fight alone. The migraines, the memories, the uneasy feeling lingering in his chest any time they encounter another one of the robed men. If he shared his concerns, those little moments where he lost himself, there was no chance they’d keep him around. Barret wouldn’t let anything put his mission to save the planet at risk, not when Marlene was back home waiting to live a long happy life on a planet that hasn’t been sucked dry of its essence.

There was a pounding in his chest, a part of him that shouted that his honor wouldn’t let him fail those he cared about the most. So why did it feel so right killing those Shinra bastards? Why did his blade flow so effortlessly as he danced through them like the evening breeze? 

Why did he love the warmth of their blood on his cheeks?

You know why, Cloud…

“Shut up.” Cloud lifted the Buster Sword from his back and held it upright before him, staring at the hilt as his hands gripped it tight. His knuckles cracked as the leatherbound hilt groaned in his palms. This blade was held in this position many times before to remind the wielder of his honor as a SOLDIER, but those days were long past.

You can’t deny it forever. They’ll understand. They already know. You don’t belong with them…

Tighter. Cloud’s muscles tensed as his eyes shut tight, begging for this creative imagination of his to let him see his hands wrapped around Sephiroth’s throat. 

You will fail them again…

Cloud’s chest heaved with raspy breaths, as if it were his own throat he was clutching. Squeezing. Tighter. Tighter goddammit. He wanted to feel the grip of the sword snap in two. He wanted something to break. Anything. Everything.  

Then, silence. 

Gentle hands rest on top of his, joining him in holding the sword, now wrapped in a warm embrace from behind. There was no breeze, no wildlife, and no voice in his head.

There was only Aerith.

[halliejade]

Thinking about Tanaka, who despite all the muscles and tough exterior, treats you so extremely gently.

Thinking about him cuddling you against him in the middle of the night during the summer, your bedroom window wide open, cool breeze flirting with your curtains as it swirls around the room. You’d be wearing sleep shorts and one of his bigger t-shirts, your hands and legs cold from the breeze as you snuggle against him, pressing as close as you can to him in the summer before your last year of high school.

And thinking about him crying with you when your childhood dog passes away from old age; after all, good ole’ Buster loved Tanaka like he loved your family, and while you’d only been with Tanaka for a little over a year, they were the best of buds. So when you call him, barely able to tell him what’s wrong through your sobs, his heart feels like it cracks in half. He’s toeing on his shoes as quick as he can, swiping Saeko’s keys from the bowl by their front door and before she can even inquire about where he’s going, he’s long gone. When he finds you in your room, curled up on the floor with Buster’s favorite toy, he drops to his knees and cries with you. And it’s so nice, you think, that even though your boyfriend looks and acts tough, he’s so gentle. So empathetic.

And if you’re feeling sad, Tanaka would be the first to pick you up, make sure you’re fed and hydrated. He’d doing anything he could to see you smile, whispering a soft there she is, there’s my girl, when you do.

Also thinking about Tanaka, who is stretched for money, but goes out and buys you a beautiful ring right before he proposes, because even though he can barely make it through the month sometimes, he loves you so much and wants you to know that.

Thinking about Tanaka, who swears up and down that he isn’t good with kids, but would do anything for his newborn daughter. Thinking about him having chest time with her, where he takes his shirt off and lays her down on his chest because it’s good for her, he says. You know that means that it’s good for him. He likes to know that the little human he helped create is his, and that she’s loved.

Just thinking about Tanaka.<3

[kaeyeahsworld]

Keep me in love.

Chapter 1: Sunsets

Toji woke up late that afternoon.

His practice sessions which got more rigorous day by day were starting to take a toll on him and the mandatory clubbing nights with his boxing mates up till 4 in the morning didn’t help. Toji didn’t mind though, stress busters like that were always welcome in his mundane but strangely packed life. The Toji from 10 years ago wouldn’t even have been able to dream of the word mundane.

His days were usually quite monotonous. Get up early (except for the weekends when he had no practice) cook up some grub, and clean up the already clean place. His flat was the most minimal it could be and he hadn’t bothered with any furniture besides a large couch in the living room and an expensive TV in front of it that was most certainly only there to give him some white noise on his sleepless nights. What he loved the most about his space was the tranquility that came in with the sunset of each day as the hues of orange, pink, and blue littered through the large wall-to-floor window panes. Every day after his boxing practice sessions that lasted throughout the afternoon he could come back home right at the moment to let the colors fall over him. It was his grounding moment of the day, something that told him he was alive and here, and all that was there was this moment.

After groggily loitering around his room and clearing up that space as well as the bed, he was thinking about whether to cook up something for his 3 pm breakfast, when the doorbell rang. His body prepared to leap out of pure muscle memory. He couldn’t think of anyone who would be visiting him at this hour. It was the weekend so Nanami would be off work and Shiu was in Korea. But when he opened the door, the last person he expected to stand in front of him was a girl with the most chocolate brown eyes he had ever seen and a cute little frown.

“Oh sorry! I seem to have gotten to the wrong-“

“It’s okay. This is 303, 203 is the floor below” Toji slammed the door uncaring.

The bell chimes again. Toji opens it again to the same girl.

“Hello, good sir. It appears I am where I’m supposed to be which is 303”.

“If you are looking for Fushiguro, he’s out of town-“Toji was about to slam the door once again when she yelped

“Wait a minute! This is 303 right? There is no confusion with the flat signs outside?” “Second time I am repeating myself miss, this is 303 on the third floor of Yuusei mansions”

“Right”

“Right”

Brown eyes then said something weird enough to ruin Toji’s nonexistent plans for the weekend and most importantly his bloody mood,

“You might have to move out Mr Fushiguro”

“And in the nicest way, I can ask, who the fuck are you miss?”

————————————————————————Lilly as she introduced herself at his doorway, was either not showing it or had no sense of panic about the situation at hand.

“How is it my fault that Uncle Jin isn't picking up his calls, so can you please stop shouting at me?” “Miss-“ “And isn’t it rude of you to make me stand at the doorway for 2 hours?”

The neighbours started noticing now. In reality it had been only about 20 minutes since brown eyes had started bickering with him and Jin Itadori wasn’t lifting his calls, the man that had not only previously employed him but also his landlord.

He invited her in at the moment just to shut her up. Almost as if it was her own, she started moving and looking around the place and heading towards the empty room opposite to Toji’s and before he could say anything the doorbell chimed once again and he was at it in a second. “Jin you dumb fuck” he roared as soon as he opened the door and the man's face came into view grinning mischievously.

‘why the fuck is everybody so chill about this?’

“Evening to you too Toji and where is she?” Hearing the familiar voice, Lilly popped up beside Toji’s large frame “Uncle! I think there’s been a misunderstanding” “I figured sweets. Toji, step out with me for a moment?”

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“And the guys must have gotten her papers wrong probably. She was supposed to move into 303 of the Yuusei’s 4th block, but it looks like they got it changed to 2nd. I don’t know for sure yet Toji and the whole process of rechecking and resubmitting her documents is gonna take some time so all I am asking for, is one month”

“No fucking way is that girl staying with me for an entire month Jin. I am not paying you so much of my bucks for stupid shit like this”

Jin snorted and quipped back “First off Toji you ain’t paying me as much as you should be but that’s on me, second of all it’s only for a month until I sort this stuff out and move her to another floor or away to another apartment itself.”

“Why can’t you do that now? Or maybe tell her to live with her family for a while. I swear to god Jin-

“She’s an orphan”

That caught Toji by surprise. He was all for assuming that she was a spoilt little daddy’s princess and the only cruelty of the world she had possibly faced was a waiter getting her order wrong “How do you know her then? And why does she call you uncle?”

Jin gave a soft smile when he heard the question but didn’t show any sign of answering him.

“You creepy fuck don’t tell me-“ “I will chop your tongue off Toji if you try finishing your sentence” “It’s not what you think. She is…like a nephew of mine. Sort off.”

Toji’s head started pounding with this one. Sort off? What was he getting himself into? More like what was Jin up to these days? But he asked the question that bothered him the most out of all

“Why is she so calm about it though?”

“Don’t ask me” Jin replied to his aloof self. “Maybe she has lived with the worst of the lot? Heard her ex was one heck of a bum. Anyway Toji, I am not taking your opinion on this one. She’s literally only going to be in her room so she won’t be taking up any of your space”

“But-“

“The living and the kitchen are the only shared space you guys have and I am sure your wonderful personality will repel her out of at least one of them for a while, you aren’t home most of the time and she isn’t either so suck it up for a month”

“One month. That’s all”

Toji had realized by now that Lilly was being moved into his place for a reason, he could spot a lie as good as he could tell one and he genuinely couldn’t wrap his head around as to why. But he wouldn’t ask. Simply because he did not care for the girl. Or if she was an orphan. One month will pass in a blink of an eye and he would be free again. Right?

~~~~~

[writingquestionsanswered]

Hello ! After searching for answers on my own but English not being my first language so I wasn’t sure of the tone, I’m at a loss so I’m here ! I’d like to find some nicknames that an older character calls a younger one but not as a cutesy way, more as teasy but at the same time not falling into being mean, stuff like "pipsqeak". If you have anything I’d be very happy ^^.

Non-Cutesy Nicknames for Younger Characters

I see where you're going with cute but not mean, so it's important to note that "pipsqueak" means "one who is small or insignificant," so it's mocking the young character's smaller size. Along those same lines would be: shrimp, squirt, half-pint, twerp, munchkin, sprout, small fry, junior, shortie, and whippersnapper. Also: Little Brother/Sister/Bro/Sis

General nicknames, which aren't size-related (but which are sometimes used snarkily toward other adults):

-- Kid -- Kiddo -- Bud/Buddy -- Pal -- Lad/Laddie/Lass/Lassie

More often than not based on the older character's first impression of the younger character due to appearance, behavior, actions, abilities, or situation.

For a young character who is/appears to be bossy, assertive, or a strong leader:

-- Chief -- Captain -- Boss -- Major -- General -- Commander -- Big Cheese -- Top Dog -- Kingpin -- Big Shot -- Big Wig -- Sheriff

For a young character who is/appears to be bold or high-spirited: -- Firecracker -- Tiger -- Sparky -- Spark Plug -- Turbo -- Fireball -- Flash For a young character who is/appears to be courageous/brave: -- Hero -- Braveheart -- Lionheart -- Dare Devil For a young character who is/appears to be a troublemaker:

-- Mischief -- Rascal -- Rebel -- Wildcat -- Menace -- Trouble

For a young person who is/appears to be tough, fierce, a fighter: -- Buster -- Bruiser -- Slugger -- Wrecker -- Chainsaw -- Hulk -- Spike For a young person who is/appears to be strong/athletic: -- Champ -- Slugger -- Sport -- Muscles For a young person with a strong ability or skill:

-- Ace -- Champ -- Genius -- Wizard -- Crackerjack -- Hotshot -- Maverick -- Superstar -- Whiz -- Hot Stuff -- Old Hand

Nicknames can also be based on other things about the young character, their situation, or how they met: Blue Eyes, Red (for a redhead), Chatterbox (talkative, or ironically for someone who's quiet), Apple Thief (they met when youngster was stealing an apple), NYC (the youngster came from New York), Dinner Plate (the initially alarmed youngster threw a dinner plate at them), Soda Pop (the youngster is wearing a Coca-Cola t-shirt)...

In other words, don't be afraid to brainstorm a bit and see if you can find something that is unique to the characters and situation.

I hope that helps!

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PART I

twilight fic:: edward x f!reader

[[Bella moved to Jacksonville, finally sick of Edwards antics and vanishing behaviour. It was hard for her, but necessary. You moved into Forks a few months later, the Cullens returning in search for Bella, find her gone. Depressed, frustrated and ultimately melancholic Edward wishes to be alone, but regressing to his more vampirish instincts, you become the victim of his misery.]]

tw: stalky man baby vampire

Forks. Rainy, gloomy, cloudy Forks. A constant overhanging grey shadow cast over the town, the slightest green tinge from the surrounding forests leaking its way into the mist. It was the atmosphere of a post apocalyptic block buster, or a depression pit. Yet this little gloom dump was your home, your heritage and claimed the majority of your memories. The town heralded the beginning of your family tree, with your great-great grandmother making her way to America from the Europes, alone and determined to live the American Dream, she set up camp in Forks. Working diligently as a house maid, waitress and eventually town council. Your family blended quite nicely into the operations of Forks. It made coming back to school here and seeing the run down buildings that little bit sweeter.

Easier even.

You had spent some time in Pennsylvania with your aunt and uncle, sure the weather wasn’t all that different, albeit sunnier but that wasn’t tough competition for Forks. Missing Lititz architecture and colour, Forks looked so drab in comparison. Still, this was home. These were your roots. You came home to take care of your grandfather after all, it was senior year, you’d survive these few months.

Unlocking the front door to the two story panelled house on the suburbs, you yell a ‘hello?’, pausing to listen for a response.

“There you are! Welcome, welcome. Oh, how I’ve missed you my dear.” Grandpa wraps speckled sagging arms around you. Arms that once chopped lumber and hunted big game.

Age was a slow and sad process.

“Hey Grandpa, I missed you too!” You hug him tight, his mind was still as in tune as it had always been. It was his body that was failing him, the arthritis gnawing at his bones and the parkinson’s forbidding any steady, sure movements.

“I was just heading to the store to grab some milk for coffee, I won’t be long Chicky.” Chicky. The adored nickname gifted to you by Grandma, long before her… passing.

“No Grandpa, don’t you move a muscle. I’m here to help for a reason.” Setting down your bags, you move back towards the door. “I won’t be a minute, turn the kettle on.” He looks as though he’d protest but instead smiles. Turning to complete the task assigned. You close the door behind you, skipping down the steps. Walking down the cracked pavement of the ancient house, you catch a glimpse of the police cruiser pulling up next door. Out comes Chief Charlie Swan. It’s been years since you’d seen that guy. He notices you walking by his home place, turning to greet you as is custom in small towns. His eyes narrow for a second before he wags a finger in recognition.

“Toms daughter, right?” Charlie locks the car with a beep before turning to face you.

“It is indeed sir. Good to see you again!”

“It’s been a while since you’ve been in town. You’ve grown Durrow, you remind me of-“ Durrow, your last name. He paused for a second, swallowing back rising emotions. “remind me of my daughter Bella. You remember her, right?”

“How could I not? Who else was going to help me on my adventures through the woods.” He gives a small smile. “How’s she been Chief? Haven’t seen her in centuries.”

“She moved to Phoenix with her mom a couple years ago, came back for a little while until her mom moved. She’s down in Jacksonville now.” His shoulders were tensed as an uneasy glance was thrown to the tree line.

“Well send her my best Chief.”

“John inside? Might pop in to say hello.”

“I’m sure he’d love the company, I have to run down to the shop for some milk.”

“I’ll go keep him entertained then.”

“Front door is open Chief!” Starting back down the broken pavement and pot hole road towards town. Chief Swan nods, looking at the ground, then grabbing a jacket from the cruiser and making his way to your home.

Was it always this bitter in Forks? Holy was it cold. Rounding the corner, the store front jutted above the street ahead. Cars bumbled by, some boy racers revving at the sight of a new girl in town. Such dogs.

Ahead a young woman with waist length umber hair stood on her phone. Why did that stance look so familiar? She turned slowly to you, head still in her phone as she began to walk towards you.

“Odile?” You half shouted at the young woman. Her head snapped up and a beaming smile met you.

“No. Way.” Her jaw now dropped, as she stood in shock staring at you. Your childhood bff, bestie forever, soulmate, platonic lover. Whatever you wished to name it, Odi and you had been inseparable till your move to Lititz. You tried to keep in contact, but in seperation people naturally grow apart and adapt to the others leaving. “Holy shit! You look so different!” Meeting in the middle, she ogles at your growth spurt and matured body.

“It’s been so long Odi, how’ve you been?” She meets your eyes again with a dazzling smile.

“Same old same old. Our old mischiefs sprinkled with maturity and easier access to alcohol and nicotine.”

“Sounds like you’ve been busy.”

“Hah! You could say that. Hey, do tell, what’re you doing back here?” She pulled the oversized hoodie around her tighter, the wind bringing a bitter chill with it as it nipped at her neck.

“Taking care of Papa, the arthritis is getting too much for him.”

“Awh poor ol’ John. You coming back to school?”

“I’m starting Tuesday.”

“Not too bad. I gotta run but let me grab your number first.” Quickly handing her your cell, she expertly punches your number in her phone. “We’ve got so much to catch up on. I’ll call you later alright? Great seeing you, girl.”

“Great seeing you too, Odi.” You smiled as she skipped off down the pavement, vanishing a few yards down around a corner towards the centre of town. Always the confident boss woman of your year, she was a force to be reckoned with even on her good days. Continuing the task at hand, you get to the store, making small talk with the clerk as you grabbed biscuits and milk.

You forgot how dark it got early in the evening during winter in Forks. The night already shrouded the town, coating it in shadows and highlighting its high points with a full moon. Thankful for the the layers on you, the cold didn’t bite too much, although your red fingers and numb nose would disagree.

As you passed Bella Swans childhood home you couldn’t help but wonder, where was she now? Last you had heard she had been messing around with a family that moved to Forks five years ago, that tad bit of gossip had come from Odi. You stopped and stared up at her bedroom window, a room where you had conjured up games upon games as kids. You wondered if that family had something to do with her leaving, from what Odi had said she was barely in classes and constantly getting hurt in some extreme ways. Depression etc. You felt sorry for her, remembering your time as kids when she was a care free little girl.

Her parents divorce must’ve affected her in more ways than one.

You’re passing the hedge between the two houses, lights illuminating the living room so you can see the shadows of Charlie and Grandpa. A smile comes to your face, crinkling the corners of your eyes. It was nice to be home. You couldn’t say you never missed Forks, this was home. It always would be.

Twigs snap in the forest and you snap your gaze to them, heart beat quickening. Sounds in the dark were not to be trusted, especially after what happened to grandma. You quicken your pace, walking across the front lawns instead of the pavement to grandpa’s house.

“Who are you?”

A small, velvet voice speaks from around the corner of the building, concealed in the nights shadows. You keep your head down, you remembered what you’d been taught. Don’t entertain them.

“I said, who are you.” The voice was commanding, dominating. The sultry, silky tone vanished, replaced with a rasping half shout. You ignore whoever it was, stepping up the steps to the house.

The door swings open, “You’re back! We were getting worried, it got dark.” Grandpa hollers your name to Charlie, followed by a “Shes back!” He turns down the hallway and into the kitchen, leaving you on the steps.

That voice says your name.

Then says it again.

They chuckle, shifting somewhere beside the house. You could feel their hard stare boring into your side. Gripping the milk and biscuits you move to hurry up the steps. “I’ll be seeing you.” Whoever it was turned and left. So silent yet you could feel the emptiness of their presence, the loss of that stare. You were shaking, heart thumping in your chest. Who the fuck was that?

[spenglersweetheart]

Omg hello again I’m totally not on a ghost busters hyper fixation (I am). Sooo if it’s not to much trouble could I maybe have Ray with with a buff reader. Like they work out and are strong, but because they’re AFAB they get weird looks and are called names sometimes? It’s been a hard week 😭

Have a good day!!!

it's alright because sameee i am so hyperfixated. but yes i will do this for you !!

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Your Strong. Embrace That

Ray Stantz x Reader

WARNINGS : none, just talk of insecurity

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YOU ALWAYS TOOK CARE OF YOURSELF. AND THAT meant in mostly the form of working out. You loved doing that. It mostly helped your mental health, and because of it, you grew to be more buff, which you were most definitely proud of. But there were times that even you lost self confidence sometimes. And it was becoming a little more evident than you hoped.

They always got weird looks, got called weird names. Usually, that did not bother them. But there was one particular group of females that called you some really mean name and it just broke your heart into pieces. It definitely crushed some of the self esteem that you had.

You had stayed in your apartment that day due to it, not wanting to go out into the world. Usually, you would've left the apartment by now. So when Ray noticed that you were still in bed, he got a little worried because you looked so sad at the moment.

He walks over to you before sitting on the edge of your bed. "Hey, what's wrong?"

You didn't know if you wanted to talk about it right now. But you manage to look up at Ray's face to see that he was genuinely concerned. You then look away, feeling a bit ashamed.

"I know something's bothering you," Ray tells you, before kissing your cheek.

A sigh escapes your lips. "People look at me funny," you start, "for the past week, i've been called names."

"What? By who?" Ray questioned.

"Just by people. Every time I step outside they give me weird looks. All because my arms look so much different than theirs," you explain to them, "These group of girls ... They made fun of me the whole time I was at the gym yesterday. It really hurt a little bit of my pride."

Ray's eyes soften. He moves a little bit closer so that he can face you. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I like that you're buff," he says.

You look up at Ray. "You're supposed to say that. You're my partner," you told him.

"I'm not saying that only because you're my partner. I'm saying that because I love you. And I actually do like your muscles," Ray told you with a chuckle, "It shows that you take pride in your appearance. You work out because it makes you feel happy, right?"

You look at him, giving him a slight nod. Working out always made you feel much better. But those girls ... You couldn't really stop thinking about it.

"Right," you say quietly.

"So, I don't think they should take that happiness from you," Ray told you, "Besides. It shows that you're strong. Embrace that."

You couldn't help but to smile at those words. "You think I'm strong."

"I don't just think it," he answers, "I know it."

You finally sit up from the bed. You give Ray a kiss to his cheek. It almost makes him blush. "You're too sweet," you say, "and you're right. I shouldn't let a couple girls ruin working out for me."

"See? That's the spirit," Ray says back with a chuckle," So is that a deciding factor? You're gonna go back."

You smile. "Yeah, I'm gonna go back."

[delopsia]

the haunted house drabble was such a fucking gift to return to 💐 that it got my mind wheels whirring: the trio’s halloween costumes...

are they trying to find a cohesive throuple idea? and if so, is it a funny idea? like, as long as the three of them are entertained it’s fine—or are they shooting for serious, like, “no! we ARE winning the costume contest at payback and fanboy’s halloween party this year!”

or do they wear individual costumes? especially rhett who might not have done a lot as far as dressing up past the age of twelve, but is actually really good at successfully making homemade costumes?

and are they giving out candy? do they wear cozy seasonal loungewear and compliment all the children’s costumes, or do they leave a full mixed candy bowl out on the porch, knowing full well that a number of these kids are NOT going to take just one (!) but it’s halloween so who cares 😌🎃👻

Omg, I have been dying to find the chance to answer this 😭🎃

Bob, again, is the instigator for the Halloween costumes, but this time, it wasn't exactly his idea! He simply got caught up in the crossfire when Maverick was bickering with Reuben and Mickey about how Halloween parties are lame, and the next thing Bob knows, he's been invited to the yearly party against his will.

So what do you do when you've been invited against your will? You drag your two partners along with you! He tries sugarcoating it, says he already has some costume ideas, aaand...well...

"I ain't dressin' up as a goddamn condiment!"

"What, you think you have a better idea?" And maybe Bob's words were a little too snappy because Rhett looks like he's about to eat him alive.

Neither Reader nor Bob expects for Rhett to bark a, "Yeah, I do, actually!" Before vanishing up to the attic, wrapped up in his own little storm cloud, grumbling under his breath about how he hates store-bought costumes.

Come to find out, when Rhett was 19, he and his buddy Archie got together and crafted Ghost Buster's costumes for Wabang's yearly Halloween Costume contest. All because they'd gotten sick and tired of seeing Billy and Luke Tillerson win every damn year. Rhett's still got the cheap blue first-place ribbon, pinned on his old suit.

The costumes are elaborate, with properly sewn patches, purposeful wear and tear, and hand-built gear that genuinely looks useable. It's dusty. The suits need a good wash, and that still leaves one person without a costume, but it's better than store-bought.

Only for it to become glaringly obvious that Rhett is much bigger than his 19-year-old self. Not in height and weight but in muscle. Reader and Bob fit into the suits just fine, but Rhett? His shoulders have gotten broader, and his biceps are so thick that the seam on the sleeve busts open.

"I ain't that big!"

"Yes, you are!"

And maybe that's the reason why Rhett gets turned into a dead cowboy. Because what's a ghostbuster without a ghost?

Rhett's entire outfit is black and gray, complete with a torn cowboy hat, deliberately ripped shirt and jeans, beaten-to-hell chaps, and spurs that chime with every step he takes. He's missing part of his left sleeve (he accidentally busted another seam), flannel only buttoned halfway, and Bob's meticulously painted his skin to create the appearance of a skeleton.

There's a last-minute addition of fangs and a singular, white contact because, in the Reader's words, Rhett's eyes were far too sweet and made him look friendly rather than scary.

The party is massive.

Leave it to Mickey to pull some strings and get a damn venue in San Diego for the party when it very well could have been held in his Aunt's backyard again. There are so many people that Bob can't find his friends for a full half hour, and Rhett's actively about to crawl out of his skin if another person stops him for a picture. Half of these people aren't even dressed up!

Natasha is the biggest competition. She's rebuilt her phoenix costume from two years ago, and this time, she has not held back. Has even gone as far as to make proper wings, feathers, and all.

And she would have won, too, if Reuben, the toughest costume judge in the damn city, didn't dock her points for reusing the same theme. Leaving Bob, Reader and Rhett to switch places with her, snatching first place by a hair.

Rhett doesn't take it as a win and is now actively drawing plans for a quote, "costume that don't need no damn luck to win."

With all of the competitiveness, it's a given that the Floytt household is elaborately decorated for Halloween, but not in the way that you'd think.

Bob and Rhett, to the Reader's amusement, are in a silent war with the dad down the street, in trying to create the spookiest house on the street. Cobwebs on the porch and boarded-up windows, a big ghost on the garage, and a damn spider that jumps out at your feet as you walk by.

Oh, and fog machines galore.

All of that effort, and...nobody ever sits outside to hand out candy. Whoever gets home first fills the candy bowl, sets it outside, and settles down with the other two for a cozy night of scary movies. It's all comfy loungewear, soft blankets, and cuddling on the oversized couch, occasionally checking the doorbell camera to watch kids get spooked by the spider.

They did sit outside for the first Halloween spent in the new house. For less than a half hour before Rhett started shivering, and Bobby fell asleep on the porch swing.

Let it be known that Bob's favorite Halloween candy is candy corn, and Rhett actively throws said candy corn at his head. The Reader sometimes gets caught in the crossfire, and it always ends in candy corn being found months later in places it shouldn't be.

[poguehoe4life]

The Toretto's

Part 1

"Are you ready?" Clarisse asked Brian. He nodded. She turned to look at me. "I know you're ready." She raised the flag into the air yelling, "Ready.....steady....GO!" My wheels spun out on my 1976 Charger as I threw the car into gear. Brian was ahead but not for long. I wasn't the reigning champ for no reason.

The car followed my every move as though we were connected through the wiring. The bridge was up just as I had predicted and Brian seemed to be lost as to what to do. He was slowing down as he got closer to the raised platforms and I passed him with ease, flipping him off as I went. I raced across the bridge, raising my suspension as I went to keep my car from being totaled. The finish line was coming up. I had this. Suddenly Brain raced passed me, nitrous fuming from his exhaust. "Too soon Spilner," I muttered flipping my own nitrous on. He began to slow 15 feet from the finish line and I passed him yet again.

Brian jumped out of his Nissan Skyline and slammed the door. "You cheated Lani! You knew that bridge would be up!" I laughed as my big brother parted the crowd. "You better be careful how you talk to my sister Buster. She just whooped your ass and you know it." I got out of my own car and walked up to him. "It's not called cheating Spilner. It's called winning." I walked away leaving him speechless and Dom lifted me up onto his shoulder. Jesse yelled, "Part the ways! The Torettos have dominated yet again!"

When we got to Dom's car, he set me down and kissed Letty. "Good job little Toretto. You're livin up to the name." She said hugging me. "Hey!!! I'm 19. I'm not that little." Vince handed me a Corona and smiled. "You did good kid. I don't know why he thought he had a chance." Dom looked from me, to Vince, to the beer in my hand. "Come on Dom. She just one 10,000 dollars. Cut her some slack." Letty said winking at me. "Fine," Dom agreed, pulling the cap off of the bottle.

Later that night, around 3 AM, I was sitting on the roof of our house, staring at the stars. I heard someone climb through the window and smirked. "I knew you couldn't resist coming up here." The man sat beside me, his own Corona glistening. "Well I guess you were right." I turned to look at Brian, his blonde curls blowing in the breeze. He took a drink and looked at the sky. All I could do was stare at him. The man who had infuriated me from day one. All I could think about were how his muscles flexed when he pointed or how he licked his lips every time he took a drink.

My panties were soaked through and the chilly night air didn't help. I crossed my legs. He looked at me and smirked. "What?" I asked, pissed that he had such an affect on me. He smirked. "If I were a betting man, which I am, I would bet that if you spread your legs right now, that lace thong of yours would be soaked through." He dragged a finger slowly up my thigh, making me shiver and leaving a trail of goosebumps. "Tell me I'm wrong," he whispered against my neck, his finger reaching the hem of my short denim skirt. He left light kisses along my neck until he got to that spot. My eyes rolled and my legs split as he began to suck on my neck. His hand, once trailing up my thigh brushed over my panties and rested in the center of my legs.

He smirked. "I suppose that means I was right huh princess?" I didn't respond, to busy caught up in my own world of pleasure until he stopped. I turned to look at him, confused as to why. His baby blue eyes were dark and filled with lust. He wrapped a hand around my neck, squeezing slightly. "I asked you if I was right. Now answer me." "You were right," He released my neck and smiled. "Good. Now you get to suffer the consequences of not doing as you're told." I looked up at him. "Brain we're on a roof." He pulled my thong off and pulled me onto his thigh so I was straddling it. "I don't care. Now ride daddy's thigh like a good little slut."

I looked at him hesitating before slowly moving my hips, my clit dragging on the rough material of his jeans. I bit my lip and closed my eyes holding a breath my hips moving faster as I chased my high. The pressure began to build and I slowed, whimpering. "What's the matter princess? Need daddy's help?" Brian asked smirking at me. I nodded but he pulled my chin up so that I was looking directly at him. "Beg for it." My cheeks flamed as one of his hands gripped my hips tightly. and the other traveled between my legs. I gasped as his pinched my clit between his fingers. "Oh god- please," I said, my eyes rolling. His hand went back to my hips and he pulled me forward and back until my orgasm crashed through me. "Holy fuck Brian," he looked at me and said, "That's not my name princess." I sagged against his chest breathing heavily. He slowly ran his fingers through my hair and kissed my forehead. "Let's get you to bed love."

[knickynoo]

Back to the Future: The Animated Series, s02ep11 “Super Doc"

Previous episodes linked here.

In this episode: The boys once again decide to meddle in Doc's past.

The episode begins in Doc's lab! Which is a rare setting in this season (we usually have a green screen background).

Doc is fighting a battle against a heavy trunk, and he's losing.

He's about to take Clara, Jules, and Verne to the airport, and told them to just pack "only a single piece of luggage." They packed a gigantic, heavy trunk that Doc can't move. He says that Clara and the boys are going to visit his Great Uncle Jonah, to which my initial thought is: how old is that man?? It's not like there is any indication of time traveling being involved, as we're in "present day" and he's dropping them off at the airport. And Doc is, what...80-something at this point? (factoring in the 10 years he lived in the Old West building the time train and the fact that the cartoon takes place in 1993)

You're telling me his GREAT UNCLE is still alive??? The guy must be like 140 years old!!

I call shenanigans.

Anyway, Doc says that he'd need super powers to lift the trunk, which reminds him of a time in his life when he actually did believe he had super powers. This brings us into the cartoon.

Verne is up in a tree being taunted by his peers because he's afraid to jump out and use a rope to swing across a stream and land on the other side.

Apparently, this is part of the initiation to join the "Mega Muscle Man Club," which is based on a popular comic book superhero. Verne's classmate tells him he has one day left to prove he's worthy of joining the club. Another kid pipes up to say that Verne's too chicken to do it, and Vernie sadly climbs down the tree while all the boys cluck at him. :(

Meanwhile, over in Doc's lab, he's putting the final touches on the pair of "booster boots" he's built for Marty. "These booster boots will aid you in your yearning for more altitude," Doc says, to which our empty-headed Marty replies that all he wants is to be taller. Marty tests them out and is pleased that he won't have to stand on his tiptoes anymore to kiss Jennifer.

Ridiculous, short little man.

Verne comes stomping in, complaining about having to swing from the tree, and Doc tells him he shouldn't do something just because someone tries to pressure him. Jules soon joins them, carrying a box of things he'd found while cleaning out the attic. Marty finds a newspaper dated 1952 in the box that contains an interesting article.

Yeah. So...Doc was a wrestler. Because why not.

Doc says he never actually went through with the match, instead deciding to pursue a life of science. Those are quite the two choices to be stuck between.

I think the writers for the show just had a gigantic dart board filled with any random idea that popped into their heads and they threw darts to come up with the storylines and pieces of character lore. "Yeah, so for this episode...uh...Doc" *throws dart* "used to be a wrestler. I guess."

As soon as Doc leaves the room, Jules and Verne start lamenting how they wish their dad would have chosen to be a wrestler. Marty, who never thinks about the consequences of anything ever, immediately runs to the DeLorean and tells the boys to jump in. Because there's no way that going back in time and convincing Doc to choose such a wildly different path will have any negative impacts, right?

The boys head to 1952 and attend the wrestling match, where the announcer says that Emmett "Brain Buster" Brown has yet to show up. If he doesn't enter the ring in 10 minutes, he'll have to forfeit the match. Also, there's a banner advertising "Fepsi."

Marty, Jules, and Verne go backstage, where Doc's manager is panicking over his refusal to show up to the match. Jules and Verne propose they track down their dad and convince him to wrestle while Marty wears the costume and pretends to be Brain Buster until Doc shows up.

Marty protests this decision, telling the manager that girl scouts used to beat him at arm wrestling, so how could he possibly wrestle for real??

Over at Doc's apartment, Jules and Verne pose as reporters for their elementary school's newspaper and ask for the full story on how he got into wrestling. Turns out, the whole thing started because Doc was at the grocery store and reached for the last potato the same time as the manager did. They got into a physical fight over said potato, and Doc won. The guy offered to make him a wrestler and set him up in a match against Mad Maximus.

Because Doc wrangled a POTATO out of a man's hand.

Doc tells the boys that he's since decided a life of wrestling isn't for him, but they work to convince him to give it a try. Verne gives Doc the booster boots so that he can get to the arena on time, and they all head over to the match.

The audience members in the backgrounds are highly amusing, btw. A lot of them are completely faceless beings, but some of them have these generic looking stick figure type features, and I have to share them.

LOOK AT THEM! They're adorable!!

So, just as the match is about to start, the guy in charge of the crank that lowers and lifts the microphone lets it fall, and it bonks Doc on the head. When he wakes up, he thinks he's an actual superhero named Mega Brain Man. The boys follow him as he runs around the city stopping "crime" (he keeps wrongly interpreting innocent situations as crimes lol)

After attempting to stop some bad guys from blowing up a building (they're construction workers demolishing a condemned building) he gets hit on the head again and regains his senses. He returns to the arena to continue with the match and is, of course, truly awful at wrestling. After losing, Doc tells the boys that this is what he gets for letting others pressure him into something.

From there, we cut immediately back to the present day, where Verne is once again being told to swing from the tree in order to join the Muscle Man fan club. Despite continued accusations that he's a chicken, Verne is able to tell his classmates that he isn't going to jump. And that's where the cartoon ends.

We return to Real Doc, who is waving to the airplane as it takes off with Clara, Jules, and Verne. Doc says he isn't going with them on the trip because he's got work to finish. However, once his work is done, he's going to travel back in time and go with them. Which. Okay.

The science experiment portion teaches us what helps planes and helicopters fly.

We return very briefly to the airport tarmac, where Doc is wrapping up the episode and preparing for some incoming rain. He tells us that he hopes the experiment helped to teach why airplanes can fly but humans can't. Unless! You had a device that forced air pressure under you, which, whaddya know, Doc has!

An airplane flies by, and the resulting influx of air simply carries him away.

Adios, Doc.

A silly, silly episode. I kind of wish I'd been keeping track of all the pieces of Doc Lore from the cartoon, because Cartoon Doc has led such a wacky life.

Join me next time for another episode where Marty is a horrible boyfriend.

[rockmiyabideusexmachina]

Megaman Production Art Scan of the Day #733:

Ruby Spears Proto Man Cel

Proto unfortunately has a little buster paint chip and quite a bit of line loss, so back to an edited version today to help correct those flaws. Although one part I did not touch up was the white glare on his visor. If you look carefully in the screencap below, that flaw was actually included in the scene itself. So that part above his nose where there is a little black spot visible actually never was fully painted on the cel in the first place.

Once again, coming from Episode 13, The Strange Island of Dr. Wily. Right before yesterday's Wily scene, Proto Man and Mega Man are fighting some Stone Bots back to back together. Look at this weird-lookin' space suit-y muscle-flexin' back of Mega Man frame that would go with it XD:

"This is what it's all about, brother. Are we a team, or what?"

"Or what, Proto Man. Just take care of business."

Scanned from: My Production Art Stash

Full Resolution Scan: https://imgbox.com/BvTg6q0g

Edited/Touchup Repair Scan: https://imgbox.com/iJB3aopK

[rachellaurengray]

Serotonin and Your Appetite: A Simple Guide to How They Dance Together

You've probably heard about serotonin, the mood booster in your brain. But did you know it's also a key player in how you feel hungry or full? This post breaks down the friendly relationship between serotonin and your appetite, explaining how they work hand in hand to keep you feeling satisfied and balanced.

Appetite Control: The Brain's Choreography

Think of your brain as a dance floor, and serotonin is the star dancer. It teams up with other brain buddies like dopamine, ghrelin, and leptin to create a cool routine. This routine decides when you're hungry and when you've had enough to eat. Serotonin is like the dance captain, making sure everything flows smoothly.

Serotonin and Feeling Full: Satisfaction After the Meal

Serotonin isn't just about making you happy; it also makes sure you feel full after eating. When serotonin levels are up, you get this awesome feeling of contentment after a good meal. It's like your brain's way of saying, "Yep, we're good, no need for more snacks right now."

Carbs and Tryptophan: Comfort Foods and the Mood Boost

Ever notice how you might crave pasta or cookies when you're stressed? That's serotonin at play. These foods have a buddy called tryptophan, which helps serotonin do its thing. So, those comfort foods aren't just tasty; they're also giving your brain a little mood boost.

Emotional Eating: The Brain's Reaction to Stress

Serotonin isn't just a mood lifter; it's also a stress buster. But when serotonin is low, your brain might send you searching for snacks to feel better. Understanding this helps us find better ways to manage stress without raiding the fridge.

Exercise and Serotonin: The Happy Workout Effect

Moving your body isn't just about staying fit; it's also a serotonin party. Exercise helps serotonin levels rise, giving you that happy feeling. It's like a workout for your mood and your muscles.

So, serotonin isn't just about being happy; it's your brain's way of keeping your appetite in check. When serotonin and your appetite do their dance, you feel satisfied, less stressed, and more in control of your munchies. It's like having a cool DJ in your brain, making sure the party stays fun and balanced. Understanding this dance helps you make choices that keep both your mood and your appetite grooving in harmony.

20 ways to boost serotonin

[shysheeperz]

love ur blog!! I check it out before starting an anime/manga 💞

just wondering do u have any recommendations for complete anime/mangas?

thank u either way!!!

Completed??????

Manga:

Fullmetal Alchemist- the gold standard

Silver Spoon- by the same person who did FMA. Agricultural school stuff. Cute.

Agravity Boys- space sci-fi gag comedy, a wild ride to say the least, I miss my stupid boys

Magu-chan: God of Destruction- cute digimon/pokemon-shaped gods get woken up and mingle with a bunch of middle schoolers. Cute fluff mostly, will occasionally pull at your heartstrings (including the ending)

High School Family: Kokosei Kazoku- comedy/ slice of life, about an entire family attending high school. Has a volleyball arc that rivals the likes in haikyuu!!

Haikyuu!!-sports manga, if you want to cry over boys and their love for the game then this is for you, Boys x Volleyball is the tru otp of the show

Hell's Paradise: Jigokuraku- dark historical fantasy, so very, very good. Don't get attached.

Dr. STONE- sci fi, technically the main story is complete. We still have been getting the occasional side chapter or three that continue where the main story left off tho. A very solid shonen jump series. includes one of the best shonen jump dads in the history of ever. Will make u emotional over lightbulbs and stuff. hard not to root for the main cast.

Dr. STONE Reboot: Byakuya- a non-canon little one volume spin-off about byakuya and mainly about a funky lil robot that will make you sob uncontrollably I'd personally say to read up to the end of the Treasure Island arc in the main story first before tackling this one (about ch 140ish)

Dr. STONE 4D Science- a continuation of the main story, only a couple chapters, the ending is a really cruel tease imo and if Inagaki/Boichi don't give us more may they be cursed to lose all their left shoes forever

Food Wars! Shokugeki no Sanji- spin-off of sanji side stories by the duo who did food Wars. ONE PIECE related ofc. Tasty looking food. Sanji too cool for school. One volume.

Astra Lost in Space- space sci fi survival, solid story that deserves more appreciation, the ending is just a tad lackluster in actually showing what a lot of readers would have liked to physically see. By no means ruins the story tho.

Blue Flag (Ao no Flag)- high school, romance, slice of life, boys and gals just trying to figure out life and relationships. Solid.

Mashle: Magic and Muscles- gag comedy that leans a little too much into the shonen battle-esque stuff towards the end imo, but a decently enjoyable time. A mash up of Harry Potter and other various manga like mob, opm, etc.

Mitama Security: Spirit Busters- comedy, axed but I enjoyed it. Goofy fun. nothing spectacular but reading it won't hurt anyone.

My Hero Academia: Vigilantes- spin-off of mha obviously, average joe Koichi >>> deku FIGHT ME, the goodest of boys, world building u don't get in the main series, Aizawa's backstory, Knuckleduster is the man the myth the legend.

Chihayafuru- screaming crying throwing up, it's niche it's technically a sports manga, romance, female MC, growth™, love triangle but at the end of the day that's not what's important

My Love Mix-Up!- comedy romance, big big mix-up on who loves who and lots of shenanigans ensue.

Noragami- TECHNICALLY not complete until like 2 days from now when the final chapter releases. my emotions! MY EMOTIONS!!!! 😭

Gintama- comedy/gag with dashes of really good drama

I have no idea what your tastes are, anon, so here's a mix that I've personally enjoyed. Some of them were axed, but technically that makes them complete so I included them :P yes I cheated.

Anime:

There's a lot less of them bc I haven't actually watched a lot of completed series.

Run with the Wind- more boys x sports but this time it's about running. Also the boys are in college. Will trick u into wanting to run.

91 days- ol timey story about VENGEANCE. Set during the prohibition.

Tengan Toppa Gurren Lagann- makes you emotional and feel all fuzzy inside, sci fi, mecha

Cowboy Bebop- a classic

Samurai Champloo- also a classic and I actually prefer this one over cowboy bebop tbh, god tier baseball episode

Astra Lost in Space-the anime version, if you'd prefer watching over reading, but I always prefer manga > anime just cause.

FMA 03/FMA BROTHERHOOD- the gold standard. I appreciate both versions. 03 goes the anime original ending root bc obviously the manga wasn't completed yet no biggie.

Mob Psycho 100- MOB!MOB!MOB! and tumblr sexy man reigen arataka

Gintama- animated version alternative lol. The voice actors bring the characters to life.

Obv there are the old school classics like Sailor Moon, Cardcaptor Sakura, Gundam and all that jazz if you haven't already checked out some of those. Oldies but goodies.

[the-drakeboys]

Get Her Out

Summary: With the love of his life gutshot and falling weak, Sam will fight with his last breath to get her out alive.

Pairing: Sam Drake x Female OC (Unnamed)

Word Count: 2,342

Warnings: Violence, blood, gore, mentions of death.

A/N: Missed y’all so much. Hope you enjoy this lil’ blurb!

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“Told…you… this was my last job….” she whispered to him in the dark through a shaken, wry smile, propped up back against his chest. His fingers were curled around her middle, little streaks of dark red blood dripping over his skin where he held all the pressure he could to her gut. He pressed his face to the side of hers, squeezing his eyes closed. “But you were alw-ways too stubborn to listen.” She hummed as she struggled to breathe, her hair stuck to her damp forehead in long strands.

Sam felt a hot tear escape his eye, his teeth gritting as he held onto her. “Me? Stubborn?” he choked, his tone playful as his heart ached so loudly she could feel it in her own. “Not in a million years.”

There was a long, quiet pause, her trembling and shuddered breathing accompanied in the darkened stairwell by the distant drip-drop of a leaky water pipe.

“I better g-get to see the sunrise, though, b-buster,” she murmured, a frog in her throat. Her body slipping as her muscles began to give out.

He turned his head, lips pressing to her temple. “I promise… you will.”

Outside, an endless barrage of hellfire was raining from the sky. Bullets flying in every direction, men shouting orders at one another. Mercenaries out for blood against a rebellious people, protecting their land – and the treasure it held.

“Sweetheart…” he croaked, “We… we gotta try and move you.”

“No,” she shook her head, “I… I don’t think I c-can. Not yet.”

“We gotta try, darlin’.” He looked down at her, meeting her eyes and feeling the earth shatter inside him. “C’mon, you’re tough. Won’t even break a sweat.”

He shifted, and she cried out. Quiet wailing that would live in his veins for the rest of his life. The gaping bullet wound in her gut still flooded beneath his palm, and her vision blurring with the pain.

“C’mon, baby,” Sam whimpered, laying her down beneath him, “Please, god, it’s okay, you— oh, god.” Every cry out of her sent words tumbling from him. He pulled the dirty, sweat-soaked button-down from his back, balling it up. “You can do this, baby. No one tougher’n you.” He couldn’t tell if he was just giving her the push she needed, or flat-out begging her. The words were just coming.

She stared up at him. Her everything. The man she’d hated from the first day she met him; until she didn’t. Until the treasure didn’t matter anymore, until the gunfights and fistfights and running for their lives were just the backdrop to the most intense love she’d ever felt in her life. And now he was shaking in a way she’d never seen him do before. He was afraid in a way she’d never seen him feel before. As he tucked his balled-up shirt beneath hers and pressed it down against her wound, she sucked in air and held in a scream, knowing that if there were anyone else knelt over her now… she would have let go already.

“I got you, baby,” he promised, “You just hang onto me. I’m gettin’ you outta this.” His arms slipped around her body, and he lifted her into his chest. He was up on his feet. He stared down at her for one more moment. “We’re gettin’ you home.”

“I-I’m…I a-am…” she tried to speak, her fingers wringing weakly around his filthy white tank top, but the words were caught. Curled into him, focused - so focused - on breathing. Trying to fight.

“Don’t,” he pleaded, “Just save your energy, just… hang on, okay?” He leaned himself out of the wrecked doorway, rubble beneath his boot. The nearest guns were aimed away from them, utterly unaware that they were still alive.

He finally went for it. Hunched over her as he moved swiftly across what felt like a minefield, sounds bursting from every which way so loud that neither of them could concentrate if they tried.

But she was just holding on. Focusing on breathing. In… out. In… and then out. Slowly. Carefully. Against lungs that felt like fire.

Sam’s tattoos. Just up above her. Her bloodied fingers tracing them once more. His dirty, muddied hair, his stubble. Her mind carving the lines of his jaw and the warm timbre of his voice into her memory, the flecks of green in his eyes and the soft touch of his lips. All of it sealed away so she could never forget.

Sam weaved through ruins. Broken down buildings, smoke billowing from fires in every direction. Bullets pinging off of burnt out cars, grenades rolling into halls and bursting outward.

He stayed away from all of it, ducking behind walls and holding his breath as soldiers and mercenaries shouted and ran.

All he could think about was her. Her body in his arms, her face pressed into his skin, her breaths shallow and quick. Scared to feel them slow down. She was his everything. She was maddening and kind, she was smart enough to knock him on his ass with her words and strange enough to laugh at all of his jokes and loving enough to see the heart he had locked away inside himself, one no one had been allowed to touch since before he could remember. He gasped for air as he ran with her. He couldn’t lose her. He had to get her out.

“Stop!”

No.

Sam looked up. A mercenary, gun up, trained on him.

“S-Sam…” she whispered into his skin. “L-Let me go…”

“No!” he yelled, tears pushing to the edge. “No!”

“Drop the gun!”

Sam tightened his arms around her. Her fingers clutching to his tanktop, the blood pooling between them as she began to let go. “S-Sam…”

Sam looked down at her. “Please…” he whispered, dropping to his knees. His gun falling from his hand and landing in the dirt. “You gotta stay, sweetheart, you…”

He watched her eyelids flutter, the mercenary’s boots thudding in front of him and kicking the gun away.

The muzzle of the M4 pressed to his temple.

“Any last words?” the voice demanded.

Sam’s gaze didn’t shift. He let out a slow breath. Everything slowed down. Her eyes slipped closed. And he whispered, “I love you.”

“Hey, asshole–” a voice blurted from behind them.

The mercenary spun on his heels, a gasp flying from his throat.

“Kiss my ass!” Nate shouted. Bam. The mercenary’s body dropped to the ground, and Sam’s eyes finally opened, looking up to find his little brother hurdling over a barrier to get to him.

“I got your cover, big brother, c’mon,” Nate assured him, grabbing at his shoulder, “C’mon! We gotta go!”

Sam’s heart thumped painfully as his brain processed all that had just happened, “Let’s go!” he heard Nate shouting.

And so he got back up, and he followed Nathan. Followed him out. Numb and terrified all at once. Felt her in his hold, her arm hung at her side and swaying limply as he ran. His body exhausted but mind racing.

Nate burst through doors and shot down men, threw everything he had at them as he charged for the train.

And as his bullet reached the last man that stood in the way of getting them to safety, he looked back at his big brother and saw the fear. “We made it, Sam,” he breathed, “C’mon. We’re here.”

Two more were there. Chloe and Elena. Leaning out of the train as it started to chug along the tracks.

“C’mon, Sam…” Nathan’s eyebrows furrowed. Sam stood there, clinging to her. “Sam, we’ve got her. Let us help.”

Sam just looked at him, he didn’t know what to do. Elena stepped forward, and put a hand on his arm. “Sam, we’ve gotta move, okay? Let us take her.”

And Sam felt her pulled from his body. He felt Chloe help him up into the train car. He watched as Nate laid the love of his life down on the floor of the train car, and as Elena hurried forward with her supplies.

But all he knew was what he saw when he looked down.

The blood that painted his tanktop red. That’s all he knew.

Chloe watched as Sam collapsed. Fell to the metal floor, eyes closed and body covered in blood and dirt. She ran to him, too late to catch him.

All he could think as he drifted away was the beautiful face of the woman he loved.

—--

In the distance, words were spoken, almost out of focus in a way. Blurry conversations, muffled and busy.

Sam’s body ached from head to toe. He was slumped in the corner of a hospital room, a clean t-shirt thrown over his head. In the seat next to him sat a bottle of water and a pair of some sort of pills. He grimaced as he shifted himself upright, feeling all the wounds from the days previous stinging and burning. He reached up and rubbed his palms down over his face. He felt numb, eyes slowly traversing the width of the room and finding no one.

The two hospital beds in the room were empty. His gut sunk as he stared at them. One of them undisturbed, and the other with blankets that once held a person…and no longer did.

His chin began to quiver as he stared at the bed, the conversations outside the room still rumbling on.

He cleared his throat and looked down, shakily picking up the water and pills. With everything hurting, he didn’t really care what they were. The bottle next to them only had a label written in what he assumed was Tagalog, so there wasn’t any hope of finding out one way or the other.

He popped them into his mouth, and took a swig of the water, eyes closing with relief at the feeling of it rushing down his gullet.

“...but for the record, I told him. I told him Rafe was bad news. If he’d listened, that whole trip would’ve gone pretty differently–” Nate’s voice led him into the room, breaking Sam’s gratitude for the water and forcing him to turn.

Chloe stood there with Nate, a look of concern and pity etched into her features as her eyes landed on Sam.

“So… Sam, how’re you holding up?” She stepped forward, sitting next to him and taking in the empty look on his face.

“How long I been out?” he questioned with a hoarse voice.

Nate smiled with a sort of sadness, setting his hands on his hips. “Bout a day and a half. Tried to get you into the bed but you put up a fight. So the chair it was.”

Sam nodded, managing a small, dry chuckle. “You tellin’ me I sleepwalk?”

He looked up at his little brother. He had questions, but he didn’t want the answers. So the banter would continue.

“If that’s what you wanna call it.”

Chloe gently rubbed Sam’s back, looking between the two brothers and waiting for the right time to say something. He took one more long swig of the bottle, finishing it off.

“Can you walk?” she asked quietly.

Sam nodded, setting the now empty bottle off to the side. “Let’s go for a quick stroll then, shall we?” she murmured, standing up and offering her hand.

Nate glanced at her, a smile between them as Sam took her up on it. With his hand in hers, he pulled himself to his feet, wobbling at first.

The three left the room. Shuffled down a corridor, toward a door at the end of it.

Warm, golden rays of sun peered through the window in the door, Sam’s gut burning as he remembered his promise.

Remembered the look on her face when she asked for it.

Remembered how she–

“But what about Belize? That was a great one, right?” Elena’s voice cut right through his thoughts as Chloe led him through the door.

She stood at the edge of the balcony just on the other side, chatting happily away.

And that’s when Sam saw her. In the wheelchair beside Elena, a cast on her wrist and a hospital gown hung from her shoulders, all of her little cuts patched up, the dirt cleaned from her skin, and an IV connected to the back of her hand.

She turned to him. She saw the look on his face, the disbelief in his eyes, his whole body frozen in the doorway as he stared at her. She smiled warmly then, tilting her head to the side.

“Told you I’d get my sunrise, baby,” she smirked, carefully reaching her hand out to him.

“Oh…God,” he bumbled, falling forward into her and pressing kisses to her face, one after another, Elena, Chloe and Nate laughing in the background as he overwhelmed her with love. “How in the hell-” he was breathless, kneeling beside her and looking up into her eyes, “How… I… thank god, I… I–”

Warmth and gratitude flowed between the five of them, Sam getting up and turning to grab onto his brother. He thrust Nate into a tight hug, hanging onto him and mumbling “thank you, little brother” again and again.

“Hey, hello, hi–” Chloe waved her hands behind him, “Who do you think drove us in?”

“--and how about who patched you both up on the way to the hospital?” Elena chimed in, hands on her hips but a smug smile on her face.

Sam laughed his apologies out, pulling back from his brother and messily swiping at the tears rolling down his cheeks. He looked at the three of them, his hand reaching out to gently hold a hand he never thought he’d get to again. Her palm warm, fingers delicately lacing together with his. “Thank you. All of you. Really, I…” 

“Oh, just shuddup,” the voice below him laughed. And she pulled him down to her with the little strength she had, a tired grin on her lips as they met his in a kiss.

The happiest kiss of his life.

—---

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