#when he was about to lose HIS DAMN FINGERS FOR A MAN WHO ABANDONED HIM TO FUCKING DIE

[i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky]

i have Big Thoughts about how the torture affected geraskier on jaskier’s side, but i don’t know how to put it into words yet

[suukee]

other half 彡 levi ackerman

» summary ⋆ levi doesn’t exactly notice it, but one of his love languages is physical touch. (how he acts when he’s in love)

» content ⋆ levi ackerman x reader. fluff, hurt/comfort. mentions character deaths. written with season four, special two in mind.

» word count ⋆ 1070

Levi doesn’t exactly notice it, but one of his love languages is physical touch.

That’s because, growing up, he lost everyone he treasured.

His mother passed away when he was nothing more than a living skeleton, too young to live on his own. The last memory he recalls is laying his head down on her lap and her feather-like touch. Her fingers were gentle as they ran through his hair. Sometimes it had grown so long to the point where she’d braid them.

The man who found Levi, rotting beside the corpse of his mother, raised him as though he was a caretaker, but not like a father. It’s vague in Levi’s older years, but he remembers the head pats and the hair ruffling. The man was overall careless and strong, but he had soft moments where he’d praise Levi. And just out of the blue, the mystery man abandoned him. Years later, when it was revealed that this man was his uncle all along, he had died in the next moment.

Then there was Furlan and Isabel, the only two people he had considered his family in his adult years Underground. Isabel was a girl with no personal space for the people she cared for. For as long as she could remember, she loved hugs. And while Levi was stiff and complaint about it, she’d do it again and again. Pats on the shoulder from Furlan were enough of a relief to know he was there. Yet, they soon left, devoured on their first expedition outside the walls.

Levi’s very first squad respected his space, unlike Isabel. Even so, they meant something to him. He’d only seen the aftermath of their lives. He doesn’t have much of a physical memory from them. He carries the weight of being unable to protect them as they always would for him.

Then came the commander—both of them. The people he grew to appreciate. He wouldn’t dare to admit out loud they had become his friends. The two strong leaders made a great sacrifice for the sake of humanity. It was heavy. Like the death of his squad, he added that weight to the list. He could feel the hands of Erwin and Hange on his shoulders urging him on.

They’re all gone. Bittersweet memories. Repeating nightmares taunt him just when he thinks he’s got it wrapped around his head.

Through such hardships, he’s gifted with you. The war hasn’t come to an end, not yet, but you’re the only person he knows who survived countless battles from the very beginning.

You have become the only person in the entire world to whom he will cry, vent, and lean toward when he needs to. Whenever he wants to.

His comfort is his best friend. His lover. His partner in crime. That’s always going to be you.

Anyone who catches him holding your hand or kissing your cheek may find it strange. He doesn’t want to be touched by anyone, let alone touch someone himself. He’s a damn intimidating man. One look is all he needs to drive people away. And while it took some time to get to the point where he could freely be himself, the thought that he doesn’t deserve you still gnaws at him.

You treat him like a living person, not as Humanities Strongest. You went through hell and back just to get to know him, to understand him—why he acts and feels the way he does. You’ve changed him into a better man, and you’ve accepted his flaws. Your devotion and love are so innocent and pure, he knows you’d do it all over again. Just for him.

He didn’t make it easy to break down his walls. His guard was exhaustingly high. He tried to push you away in case of the day he loses you, then it wouldn’t hurt so much. But as his calloused hands find their place on the soft skin of your cheeks, eyes shining of love, giggles echoing in his ears, he doesn’t look back. You’re the one he wants to protect. Lay his life down for. A reason to look ahead.

Sometimes, you’re too busy laughing to notice he smiles when you’re this close. But you know he’s content despite how rarely he smiles.

At meetings or meals, he’ll sit across from you. There are times when he rests the tip of his boot atop yours lightly. It’s just his way of keeping in contact with you. If he decides to sit next to you, he’ll be close enough that your knees press against his gently. It did take him some time to kiss you, but he was uneasy about public displays of affection. On his own, and with your patience, he comes to terms with holding your finger or keeping a grip around your waist whenever you’re out together.

He’s a different man in private. He holds you so close, hugging you tightly like you’ll disappear if he lets go. He loves it when you come to the office late at night, settling yourself on his lap as he completes his work—writing with one hand and holding you against him with the other (he complains someone will see and that you should be getting rest, but makes no effort to get you off). When exhaustion kicks in, Levi loves to rest his head on your shoulder, keeping a hand on your thigh and gently caressing the fabric of your pants or, even better, your skin. His body weight is all on you when he’s knocked out cuddling, not that you’ve ever complained about it. Not that you ever will.

Who would’ve guessed the stoic captain had such a soft side?

Nighttime is the worst. A swarm of nightmares disturb his rest. That’s when he becomes desperate for your touch. Your chest and your lap, that’s his new favorite pillow. Your fingers playing with his hair, his undercut, or rubbing his upper back boosts his melatonin. Your arms are the safest place in such an unforgiving world. You’re a calming piece of his life he doesn’t dare to lose.

He can’t.

Even though the war isn’t over, and there’s no time to spend together, it’s your presence that aids him for a while. Even if he can’t see with his eye properly, he relies on touch. Just your hand, and he’s good.

Who would he be without you? He doesn’t want to know.

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Imagine telling Luffy about why you don’t like Shanks…

“Why are you always so upset with Shanks?” Luffy wondered.

You brushed the young boys damp curls and twirled a finger around each strand to define the shape.

“He and I used to travel the seas, you know? We fought sea beasts and all kinds of pirates together.”

Luffy leaned forward. “Really? Was it cool?”

“Very cool and dangerous.” You reminded him with a small hair ruffle to set him back on the chair properly. “We were caught in an ambush and I was injured. Shanks brought me home, promising that we’d set off again after I was healed.”

Luffy grew excited. Maybe if Shanks came for you, he could also be taken along for the journey.

“Are you healed? Do you know when he’ll take you?” He asked.

You frowned and replied rather bitterly. “I was healed up over four years ago.”

Shanks had the audacity to pay a visit these last few months and spend time with Luffy while pretending like nothing had happened. It infuriated you and Luffy clearly caught wind of it.

There was a knock at the door. Your eyes darted up to see Makino standing there with a smile for Luffy.

“The ship has made port.” She told the boy.

Luffy jumped off the seat and ran for the exit. “Sorry Y/n, I have to go!”

You sighed at his speed hoping that he’d be careful on his way to the docks.

Makino looked at you while you put the chair away. “Are you coming as well?” She asked and when you didn’t reply she continued. “He’s been asking for you.”

You glanced over your shoulder. “Tell him I-”

“I’m not telling him you drowned again. You’ll have to face him one way or another.” Makino said and then left to resume her duties at the bar.

Honestly, you’d rather not seek out the pirate who abandoned you. Let him have his fun. Yes, you couldn’t avoid him forever but you could reduce the hours in his presence.

And so that’s what you set out to do, you walked wherever the straw hat wasn’t. If he was at Party’s Bar, you were at home. If he was at the docks, you were by the furthest windmill.

You last saw the red-haired pirate downing a bottle of booze at the bar with his little curly haired shadow on the chair beside him. While they were busy, you decided to rearrange the furniture in your home finally able to tend to things that had been long neglected thanks to Luffy always running in and out of trouble.

Fixated on stacking books by the corner of the front room, you missed the soft padding of footsteps coming to a halt by the open door.

“I heard you ‘drowned’.” A voice said, sending chills down your spine. “Imagine my surprise when Luffy told me that you did his hair this morning.”

Shanks mused at you as he stood by the threshold of your door.

Damn, when did he leave the bar? You rolled your eyes and then turned around to place a blanket into a wooden drawer near to where he stood.

“Odd.” You hummed. “I thought you would have welcomed a lie? Aren’t you filled with them or is that only when they’re directed at me?”

Shanks stepped into the room and took your hand to stop you from walking to the next task. He knew exactly what you were referring to. For months you both had avoided the topic by the way you dodged him but this was finally the opening he needed to clear the air.

“I never lied. I fully intended to come back here in three months. But each danger I faced, every terror that sailed into our path and all I could see was the risk of losing you.”

You scoffed at him. Captain Shanks of the Red-haired Pirates was scared? You were surprised his nose hadn’t grown.

Not wanting to talk further, you attempted to leave the house entirely when the man who stole your heart caught you once more.

“Hey,” Shanks took the reins and guided you to the wall, gently bracing you against it. He was tired of the anger of the anger in your eyes, only wanting you to see him like you once did. His hands settled in their rightful place on your waist.

“There are very few things that I am afraid of - but from that list, the fear of losing you is at the very top.”

As you stared in his warm eyes, you were reminded of a saying he often said aboard calmer seas and private moments.

Shanks gazed back at your face, the one he was deprived of seeing each day. He brought one hand to rest against your chest and raised your own to sit above his own. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours in a delicate kiss before pulling away gently.

“I’m not a selfish man by nature.” He whispered. “But for your life and your love, I can be.”

~ More imagines here ~

[pinkmirth]

OPTIONS, reiner braun!

SYNOPSIS / WRITER’s NOTE: here’s a lil cowboy & footballer rei-rei drabble, since i can’t decide for the life of me which one i prefer . . . no plot whatsoever, just thinkin’ of all the ways i want both versions of reiner to make a complete and total mess out of me!

CONTAINS: ( 600+ words of . . . ) cowboy!reiner & footballer!reiner x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, modern au, porn without plot (pwp), comparison of cowboy!reiner and footballer!reiner in bed, oral (f!receiving), cunnilingus, missionary position, cowboy!reiner has a breeding kink, footballer!reiner’s kinda cocky, explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!

cowboy!reiner is a kindhearted partner, one who never fails to be incredibly patient with you. he whispers against your flesh, pouring out sweet praises. in no rush, he takes all the time needed to warm you up. reiner uses his large hands, roughened by farm work, to knead your soft breasts and squeeze at your thighs, touching whatever he can manage to reach. his ticklish scruff frictions against your body when he lowers to grace your clit with a sweet kiss. his warm palms find purchase at your waist, using his gentle hold as leverage to deliver slow, deep-reaching thrusts. he can’t stop himself from rambling about how perfect you look underneath him, and his dick jumps whenever you run your nails down his muscular back. reiner expertly swivels his hips in just the way you like, grinning over your breathy moans that follow. any pet-name he mumbles sounds oh-so smooth, like that of dripping honey. ‘darlin’, he whines. ‘princess’, he groans. reiner notices how tightly you clench with every utterance. you ask him to fuck you ‘just a little faster’, and upon seeing the bat of your wispy lashes, he does. sweat rolls down his abdomen as he quickens his pace to match your command. he discards his pleasure to prioritize your own, calloused thumb grazing your puffy bud. a lazy grin of satisfaction spreads across cowboy!reiner’s handsome face once you finally cum for him. with a few more shallow pumps, he’s emptying his fat balls and fucking a thick load of fertile cum into your gaping pussy, thoroughly filling you up— breeding you. he knows how much you love it when he finishes inside; not to mention his dearest fantasy of watching you grow plump with his baby. over all else, the one thing this gentleman truly wants is to make you feel good.

but let it be known that footballer!reiner is a complete 360 from his farmer counterpart . . . this man is nothing if not a tease! he’s downright cocky when dealing with your body. he effortlessly manhandles you, almost similar to how he tosses around that damn football. reiner’s committed all of your round curves and smooth dips to memory, knowledgeable of a dozen different ways to get you mindlessly blabbering his name. unashamedly, he laps and suckles at your leaking pussy with a brazen smile. he then pauses the swipe of his tongue, just as you’re soon to reach ecstasy. to that, you whine, and he stifles a low chuckle over the desperate smack you land on his bicep. you know exactly what reiner wants of you— for you to beg for it. beg for him. he loses his mind when you do, hurriedly taking position between your widened legs to slip inside. he pleads for you to look him in the eye when he eases himself into your slick hole. the ego boost he gains is massive, upon watching your pretty eyes roll back at the sensation of his fat dick pushing into you. he drills your throbbing cunt with reckless abandon, fingers tightly pressing into your hipbones. reiner’s quick, fervent and rough with it. this brash method sure is effective. it allows him to hit every single fucking angle. ‘oh, you love this fuckin’ dick, don’t you, baby?’ he taunts, nipping at the junction of your neck. your dainty hands grasp onto his broad shoulders, legs loosely crossed over his firm hips. his unmatched stamina allows him to pound you into the mattress for three lengthy rounds, and he’s made you release more times than you can manage to remember. he peers down at you with a prideful gleam, because just look at how fucked out he’s made you. With tear-stricken cheeks and a heaving chest, you weave your fingers through his short-cut blonde hair to pull him down for a kiss, his cocky smile spreading against your lips. footballer!reiner’s sure that only him alone can please you like this.

[maginxlia]

Starring Tokyo Revengers Men In ✰ Drunk

Cast Line Up Bonten! Ran, Rindou, Haruchiyo, Mikey, Kakucho, Hajime and Current Shuji

Rated TV-MA

Minors This Isn’t For You

Summary ✰ Your Favorite Man Getting Drunk Off Your Kitty! Kitty making strong Men Weak!

No pronouns up in here but the Reader has a Kitty

Ran Haitani

✰ Your pussy has done something to the man, from the moment his tip push past your folds he feels his mind getting Hazy

✰ Your Pussy just made for him and he will never deny it

✰ His body shivering while you grip his dick so good his eyes roll in the back of his head

✰ He stays pussy drunk for days after fucking you

✰ His Mind stays filled with thoughts of getting drunk off your pussy, He can't even concentrate during Bonten Meetings

✰ “What did Kokonoi say again?” Ran asked Rindou while he stared into space,” What was your mind on that you couldn't pay attention to an entire fucking meeting? Rindou asked his brother face full of annoyance. “I was thinking of the way Y/N Pussy pulls me in deep when I'm fuc-” Ran says before getting cut off by Rindou, “ENOUGH! Stop running your damn mouth. Dammit.” Rindou says as he got up from his chair in a huff

✰ Ran doesn't care what others think he would scream from the rooftops about how good you make him feel and how hard you make him cum

Ran Laid on you as he fucked you. his thrusts were sloppy as he fucked into you with reckless abandon, “So tight” Ran slurred while his fingers messily toyed with your clit

“Pussy got me all messed up!” Ran groaned before kissing your shoulder to block his whimpers as you messed up his hair, “Pussy got Ran Haitani Weak” You teased as he pinched your nipples

Ran Main Concern was cumming as he fucked deep into you while groaning your name, your pussy was holding his dick tight with each stroke he gave making his body tremble against you. “I need to fuck you deeper, I need to cum deep in you” Ran grunted before sucking your neck

His dick dug deeper into you with every thrust as he fucked you with all the energy he had left “Fuck. Taking me so well” He whimpered as your pussy gripped him harder, “Gonna make me cum in that pretty pussy” he mumbled into your hair as he felt himself losing control

His fingers and dick pushed you over the edge as you came on his dick, “So fucking good” repeatedly fell from Ran's lips as came right after you. His Dick cumming into your velvety walls while his hips rolled trying to push himself even deeper

“Fuck. Baby, Got me all Delirious” Ran Groaned as he gave you a few more shaky thrusts before pulling out, “ So fucking good to me” Ran mumbled before wrapping his arms around you.

Rindou Haitani

✰ Rindou can't keep himself from becoming an incoherent mess when your pussy holds him so well and you moan his Name like a song

✰ Nothing Makes him drunker than when you keep riding him after he cums

✰ His eyes blown in lust as he watches his dick thrust in and out of you

✰ Your pussy making the younger Haitani lose his head and keep him in a daze for days

✰ His Body going through withdrawals when he's not able to fuck you

✰ Is addicted to you and he won't deny it, Got Him fucking you in his car to Hold him over until he's able to stretch that pussy properly

✰ Will finger and lick you until his hand cramp up & his tongue is numb

✰ You Got Sanzu eyeing him like who’s the addict now? But He doesn't care as long as he can keep his dick buried between those slick folds and Hear those pretty moans, He's in Heaven

Rindou's eyes studied the way your pussy creamed around his dick as you rode him silly, His Mind was long gone while a string of “Fucks” fell from his lips. He already came buckets in you twice tonight he was positive you were trying to milk him dry

“Pussy Got Rinnie Drunk I see” You teased as your hips rolled on him making him moan, “Fuck, can't even pull my thoughts together” Rindou whimpered as you bounced on him harder

You laid your hand on his chest while chasing your high, your head was thrown back as you rode his dick so good that Rindou had to grip the sheets with white knuckles. Your titties bouncing while your moans filled the room making Rindou's Thoughts all Jumbled

“Fucking This Dick so good” Rindou Groaned while thrusting up into you before holding your hips still,” Feel How deep I am In you right now? Grind on it” He commanded as he licked your right nipple

You Obeyed his orders as you rolled your hips in circles, his dick pressed against your G-spot making your eyes roll as you held his head to your chest. Ever so often Rindou would push his dick a little deeper in you while he kept his eyes close

It wasn't long before your pussy was clenching on him as your orgasm Graced you, Rindou could barely force a fuck past his lips while your pussy made him cum ropes deep inside you. “Fuck. Rinnie I can Feel every drop” You Tease making his face red while you continue to ride him

“Gonna Ride This Dick Until I feel like stopping” You moaned as Rindou whimpered incoherently under you

Haruchiyo Sanzu

✰ Deep in your pussy is where Haruchiyo wants to be for the rest of his days

✰ Your pussy just milks his dick so good, Making him tremble against your body as you take every drop he gives you

✰ His mind swimming for days after he gets done fucking you it doesn't help he fucks you whenever he can so he stuck in a loop of intoxicatedness

✰ “Fuck. Pretty pussy keeps my head swimming and my thoughts hazy” Haruchiyo groans as he pulls out of you

✰ Got him feeling your pussy on him when he's at work just driving him mad

✰ “The Fuck Wrong with Him?” Ran asked his brother while Haruchiyo daydream about fucking you, “Who The fuck knows! Just mind your business for once” Rindou says while rubbing his temples

✰ Haruchiyo is pleasantly drunk off you and he never wants to sober Again

Haruchiyo Fucked you deep into the soft Mattress of you two shared bed, “Fuck. Cum for me Again Baby. I know you want my cum deep in you” Haruchiyo said while his fingers pinched your clit making you squeeze down on him

“Yes. Drain me dry” He groaned while his pretty eyes looked down at you with his eyes blown from pleasure , “So fucking Gone. All I can think about is fucking this pussy till I can't anymore” Haruchiyo moaned into your ear as he raised your leg up to fuck you deeper

His Hips moved hard against your body as he fucked you rough and Needy, His fingers rubbing on your clit as his dick pounded your G-Spot Making you scream his name as his eyes rolled back “Fuck. Driving me insane” Haruchiyo grunted out as he chased his pleasure greedily

Your pussy held him tight as you came around on his dick making Haruchiyo collapse on top of you as his hips moved on their own trying to push his dick deeper into your soft walls, “ Feel That Babe?? That's me coming deep in that pussy of yours” Haruchiyo Groaned into your ear while he came deep into you

Haruchiyo didn't even Have the mind to free himself from you before rolling over so your head can lay on his chest, “ Just Gonna Let You Warm me tonight. Don't wanna waste a drop” He said while rubbing your back

Manjiro ‘Mikey’ Sano

✰ Manjiro would be lying if he said your pussy doesn't make him weak

✰ From the First thrust to the way you grip him when he's cumming deep in you got his body shivering

✰ His Mind is broken by you and he doesn't want it to be fixed

✰ You got him so drunk that he lose control while he in you trying to see how intoxicated he can get off of you

✰ Got Him fiending for you. Anytime or Anyplace he wants his dick buried deep in you so he can get his fix of you

✰“Gripping This Dick like it's your Job, Pussy got me delirious” Manjiro moans while he strokes you deep

✰ He needs you to Keep Him Pussy Drunk and Stupid

With Shaky Hands Manjiro Held your hips to pull you closer to him “Deeper. Need to feel every inch of you” Manjiro Whimpered in your ear as he fucked into you.

Your Pussy sucking in him deeper but it still wasn't enough for the male as he raised your hips off the mattress “ More. Need more” he whined while his body shivered against your own, Manjiro was quick to put his body weight on his left knee while his dick drove into you

Your moans and his incoherent whimpers filled the room as Manjiro got lost in the sensation of your pussy holding him tightly, Manjiro was so pussy drunk that he couldn't hold back tears from falling from his eyes “Taking This Dick so fucking Good with that tight pussy” Manjiro moaned into your ear before spanking your ass

He was Greedy as he pounded into you trying to get drunker than ever before, his hands holding your breasts to make you arch better for him as your pussy squeezed him so hard he thought he was going to forget his name

“Keep Squeezing me like that and I'm going to fill you with my cum” He growled as his hips drilled his dick deeper into you hitting that spot in you that make you say his name like you're singing

Manjiro Kept fucking you deep even while you were cumming on his dick, His thrusts became rougher as he chased his high as he painted your soft walls with his cum “ So fucking Beautiful filled with me” Manjiro moaned as he laid against your back while thrusting into you

“Let's stay like this for a moment hmmm?” Manjiro whisper in your ear as he tried to collect his thoughts

Kakucho

✰ Kakucho is Already Drunk In love with you but your pussy amplifies everything for him

✰ Will spend hours between your legs lapping at your pussy like you're his last meal

your Moans and Pussy Keep him Intoxicated more than any Liquor ever will

✰ Propping himself on his arms because your pussy got him so weak he can barely hold himself up

✰ You got his mind and Body weak but baby his spirit is more than willing to please you

✰ Rushing Home from work to fuck you, so he can overwhelm his senses with you

✰ Pussy Got Kakucho Roaming this streets with his thoughts on you and his mind numb

✰ He Rather Live His Life Drunk and Dumb than Go one day without Pleasuring you

Kakucho Studied your face as he fucked you towards your fourth orgasm of the night, his beautiful eyes filled with love as his dick found your G-spot with every stroke

“So Gorgeous under me making me weak” Kakucho Groaned as you bought your hands up to cup his face, “Kaku so Beautiful making me moan for him” You moaned as you raised your hips up to meet his thrusts

Kakucho wasted no time sucking on your left nipple while rubbing your clit so good your body shook, Your body rolling as your pussy pulsed around making Kakucho Groan around your nipple

He fucked into your pussy so well, blessing your pussy with each push of his hips. You both getting lost together in each other pleasure, You can tell by His Breathy moans that Kakucho was already intoxicated by you

His Lips founds yours as his thrusts became messier, Your pussy pulsating hard as your orgasm blessed you making Kakucho cum with you. “ So Beautiful” You moaned as you pushed his hair back while Kakucho Looked at you with hazy lust filled eyes

“Make me Feel so Good” Kakucho said before kissing your face and pulling you into a embrace

Hajime Kokonoi

✰ Poor Hajime Knows he will be dumb and drunk after his dick slides between your sweet folds

✰ “So Wet, So Soft, So Tight” Hajime Mumbles in your ear as he lay on top of you

✰ Clench On his dick while clawing his back up and will be putty in your hands

✰ Your pussy got Him whimpering as He fucks into you

✰ Got Him the Happiest Man around, you are the best kind of high and only he's able to experience it

✰ He gets so drunk off your pussy that he mutters what he will buy you while he fucks you deep

✰ If he said you're getting it he meant it! “What I said while I was in that delicious pussy I Meant. Now let's go shopping for that house I promised you” Hajime says while helping you put on your coat

Hajime's eyes were crazed as he fucked into you deep, each stroke making your toes curl and his body shiver

“Pussy so perfect, sweet and warm” He groaned as your pussy swallowed his dick so good he could cry, He couldn't help but press his body on yours while he fucked himself stupid with your pussy

He was so deep in your pussy that every single movement from you made him belligerent, “ Ahh Creaming so good on my dick” Hajime groaned. “ can't get deep enough inside you” He muttered while trying to push his dick deeper in you

Hajime rolled his hips as he relished the feeling of your pussy holding him in while he palmed your clit making your pussy throb around him “Baby. Feels so good around me” He moaned as he gave you those slow strokes that make you cum around him

“Gonna make me drop Millions on you,” Hajime said as your pussy worked his dick as you began cumming, your pussy gripping his orgasm from him. “ Milking dick so fuck well” Hajime moaned as his body jolted

He gave you a few shallow thrusts before holding you tight against him, “I N-Need to F-Find My mind baby, Just L-Let me hold you” he whimpered while rubbing circles into your skin

Shuji Hanma (Bonus)

✰ The quickest way to shut Shuji's Mouth is to lay that pussy on his face or on his dick and make him drunk

✰ Brain Goes dumb the moment he tastes you on his tongue

✰ Your Pussy alone is enough to make the Reaper stop his teasing and Beg for you to put that pussy on him

✰ “Let me slide it in.. Please. Promise I won't hurt ya, just let me fuck that pussy real good and slow” Shuji says while playing with your shirt

✰ He gasps Hard when he first enters you, pussy got him ready to bust on contact

✰ “Damn.” Shuji groans as your pussy embrace his inches effortlessly making his toes curl,” Gonna make me cum before I get the chance to properly fuck you. Let me catch my breath for a sec” Shuji Groans while he stays still in you

✰ Gets the worst “Hangover” when he's not fucking you and Getting drunk off your pussy, “I need to fuck you again Babe. Head not feeling right. Need to fuck you deep and dirty” Shuji whispers in your ear while grinding against you

“This Pussy All Mine” Shuji Groaned as fucked you on the floor of his studio, “No one can fuck you like I can A-And N-Nothing can make M-Me feel like you do” He grunted while gripping your thighs hard

“Pussy Got Hanma Stuttering? Wow.” You Giggled as your fingers tugged on his long hair while he fucked into you harder for your teasing remark, “Yeah Yeah. Pussy is Intoxicating But only I can get Drunk off you” Shuji groaned while pussy gripped him harder

Your pussy was so tight and wet it was driving him mad As he fucked you deeper with long strokes making you moan in his ear as his eyes rolled “Just like That Shu” You moaned while you toyed with your clit

The way your pussy was pulling him in was making him stupid As his words came out broken in your ear, his hips roughly snapped into yours while he fucked you down as both of you moaned together

Your pussy pulsing as you came hard on his dick making Shuji shake, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Shuji groaned as he filled your pussy with his cum. “Got my mind numb” Shuji grunted before pulling out of you

“ You Can't even drive us home, Brain just lost” You teased as Shuji Draped his Jacket over you two, “ Have to sleep it off here I guess” He said before pulling you onto his chest

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[otteranha]

This fandom needs that ole’ ran-outside-in-a-towel-and-accidentally-locked-myself-out-naked trope. Like… freshman year for the Party, pre-Spring break. There's construction being done on the room they normally hold Hellfire and the school won't give them an alternative spot. Dustin, Lucas & Mike convince Steve to let them have Hellfire at his house. Steve isn’t thrilled but he agrees.

Eddie isn’t thrilled either and he shows up early that afternoon to set up and get any gloves-off cruelty between him and Steve out of the way before the kids get there. Only to find that no one is answering the door. What gives, right?- if Harrington set this whole thing up to leave them all out in the cold, man fuck that. He goes around the back of the house, over the fence into the yard and finds Steve—

Steve was about to take a shower when he noticed the hot water wasn’t working. Calling the repairman would mean he’d have to talk to his dad, and he really wanted the hot water now and to talk to his dad never, so he grabbed a towel real quick and checked the water heater in the basement. No problem there. So he just popped out to check the water heater in the pool shed, because maybe it’s not just the house. And he didn’t put clothes on first because he thought he’d only be out there for a second. Except the door swung shut. And locked. His mom moves the hide-a-key periodically for “security purposes” and he has no idea where the damn thing is this month.

Not to worry. Steve's been sneaking out of his house since he was a whippersnapper. He can just climb in his bedroom window. Except he's been home alone for almost a month and hasn't needed to leave his window unlocked since he can come and go as he please. In other news the roof is covered in wet leaves and is much slipperier than usual. Fortunately he doesn't fall that far, nothing hurt but his pride (ok, and his ass will probably be black and blue for a while). Unfortunately when he fell the towel got snagged on the drain pipe and is now stuck on the roof. He'll have to climb back up and get it, then try to find some way back inside before the kids get there. But he needs a second- ok? So he flops back on one of the pool chairs, an arm draped over his eyes, nursing his injured dignity while he regroups.

And that's the scene Eddie Munson stumbles upon. Steve Harrington, sprawled out in all his glory like the goddamn Barberini faun. So a second boy takes a tumble on the Harrington property that afternoon, as the sight causes Eddie to lose his grip and his focus, and instead of vaulting the gate he topples forward over it and face plants on the cement pool deck.

"Shit!" "Fuck!"

"Sonofa- !"

"Holy shit man!" And so forth in that manner as Steve squawks in shock and covers himself. Then it registers who exactly the trespasser is and he abandons modesty and leaps, outraged, to his feet.

Eddie finds that in the face-plant he has bitten a noticeable bit off the tip of his tongue. Now he's standing, staring at a nude Steve Harrington, drooling blood all over his patio. If there's a classical statue of an Adonis posed with hands on hips looking wildly annoyed Eddie doesn't know of it. Any witty remark he could make about late September not being an ideal time for sunbathing au naturale is obstructed by his poor, bitten tongue, so Eddie has to settle for mere communication as he tries to ask Steve what the actual fuck he's doing?

"Came out to check the water heater and the door blew shut," Steve says sheepishly.

"Tho ou theck the plumbinth naketh?" Eddie raises an eyebrow.

Steve points to the roof. "I tried to get in through my window and slipped. Towel's stuck on the roof." A look of panic flashes into his eyes, "Wait- if you're here- what time is it? Oh shit, are the kids on the way?"

Eddie shakes his head. "I came by eahly tho thet uth." He holds up one finger, gesturing Steve to wait, then plucks a safety pin from his vest and kneels to examine the patio door. It takes him only a few minutes to finagle it open and he turns sliding the door wide with a flourish. "Entrez-vous," he asks gallantly, but it comes out "Enthreth-vouth?" and Steve just gives him a confused look as he stalks past into the house.

Instead of dashing up the stairs to dress Steve points Eddie toward the kitchen, while he snags a towel from the powder room in passing- not quite large enough, but better than nothing. Steve gestures Eddie to sit while he hands him a wet paper towel and wraps an ice pack in a clean dish towel. Eddie tends to his bloody mouth, though without the distraction it's an ordeal to keep his eyes from wandering over Steve's physique. Not good. It's not the locker room, no herd to hide amongst, no plausible deniability that he wasn't staring at anyone in particular. Because Steve Harrington is a Rodin, a Donatello, a goddamn Michelangelo. Steve Harrington is killing him. Killing him.

"You can set everything up in the dining room. I'll be upstairs," says the Rodin, the Donatello, the goddamn Michelangelo. "And keep icing that mouth. Last thing I need is for Mike Wheeler to decide he's leading this dog and pony show because you can't do your little incantations or whatever."

He turns and bounds for the stairs. Eddie watches him go. And yeah, that towel does not wrap all the way around. Not even close.

[mickimomo]

Time Machine - Attuma x Okoye

I figured I'd write out my headcanon since you peeps liked it so much. 🤣

Enjoy

Today was the day. W'Kabi was finally being released from exile out of the kindness of council's heart.

M'Baku was apprehensive, but figured the man would be too powerless to cause any issues for the time being.

The last thing he expected to see, however, was a tipsy W'Kabi singing at the top of his lungs at 4 in the morning.

"Glory to Hanuman." He huffed as he approached the small crowd of people standing around Okoye and Attuma's home that sat on the edge of the Border Tribe. "What is he doing?" He groaned as he watched W'Kabi sing slightly off-key.

"One! I wish I never fell in love!" He shouted before holding up two fingers. "Two, I wish I never fell for you!" He dropped to his knees. "Oh, three! If I just had one more wish, I'd go back and do it all over again. If I had a time machine-"

Aneka chuckled as she watched W'Kabi spin around like he was Usher before he began to do a drunk moonwalk as he bellowed the chorus of the song. "I heard that someone told him Okoye had gotten married."

"I hope he does not think he has a chance." M'Baku groaned.

"I think the liquor gave him courage."

"If he continues, the bald headed demon will release her shark."

Aneka shrugged. "I'm hoping I get to see that."

He arched a brow. "Are you recording?"

"I am."

The regent king watched Okoye open her window while dawning a robe. "W'Kabi. Go home!"

"You are my home!"

"We're divorced! Move on!"

"How could you move on!?" He sobbed. "We had something special!"

"You did not care when you betrayed Wakanda!"

"I betrayed Wakanda for you!" He snapped. "For us!"

"We are not doing this again!" She snapped. "I'm giving you five seconds to leave or I will come through this window and end you with my spear!"

"Okoye please!"

"FIVE."

M'Baku blinked before grabbing an abandoned chair to sit on. "Count me in."

"FOUR."

Aneka snickered as she watched him yank a carrot out of his pocket to munch on before offering a banana.

"Thanks." She hummed before she began to eat.

"THREE."

"What's going on!?" Ayo frowned as she approached with a few members of the Dora Milaje.

"W'Kabi is about to get his ass beat." Aneka answered her wife as she took a bite of her banana. "Want a bite?"

"No."

"TWO."

"Why are you two just sitting here eating and watching?" She frowned.

"I wanna see Attuma beat his ass." Aneka shrugged.

"And I'm not getting punched again." M'Baku huffed.

Ayo shook her head. "The council is going to lose their minds."

"Not when they see the footage." Aneka snickered. "You should have been here earlier. He was singing Micheal Jackson and Mariah Carey."

"On key?"

"No."

"ONE."

They all turned to see Okoye try to climb out the window before she was yanked back in by a pair of blue arms.

Everyone was silent as the window remained empty for a moment.

W'Kabi watched Attuma jump out the window, dawning nothing more than his loincloth and rebreathers as he moved forward with hellfire in his dark brown eyes.

The shorter man stepped back as Attuma began shouting in his native tongue.

"You're the other man!?!" W'Kabi stared in disbelief. "I can take you!"

Ayo closed her eyes as the shorter man ran forward and threw a series of punches into talokanil's chest.

Attuma looked at his chest, completely unfazed, before he chuckled.

"I bet it'll only take one punch." Aneka offered.

M'Baku took another bite of his carrot. "I think Attuma will be nice and let him endure a few more. He seems like the type who likes to play with his enemies before killing them."

"You two are awful." Ayo sighed before accepting a bite of banana.

Attuma swung, and W'Kabi took it like a champ as he crumbled to the floor.

It was like watching a tree fall to an axe.

Slow and cumbersome.

"Damn." Aneka wrinkled her nose as they watched W'Kabi struggle to get back up. "I can't believe you were right."

"The man got his ass kicked a lot in exile. He can take a few hits."

"You knew that before making the bet."

"I did."

"Cheater."

"It's called research."

"No. It's called cheating."

They watched W'Kabi grab Attuma's leg to support himself as he tried to get back up.

"Glory to Hanuman. Have some shame-" M'Baku shook his head before feigning a wince as the warrior kneed the dazed man in the face.

"I'm stepping in." Ayo grumbled.

"No. He's still fighting." He gestured to the sobbing man. "Let him get up. Let him get up."

"My king. If he is killed, it will be a breach in the treaty."

"Attuma knows his strength." He waved off her concern. "He'll be fine."

"I..... I-" W'Kabi slurred as blood spilled from his nose. "I wiiiiiiiiiill win baaaaack my wiiiiiife."

Attuma yanked him up by the back of her shirt and stared.

"You say, your wife. When she is mine." Attuma furrowed his eyebrows. "Do not insult the mother of my child."

"CHILD!?!" W'Kabi panicked. "O-Okoye is pregnant!?!"

"Yes. If she were not, I would have considered letting her beat you herself." He narrowed his eyes. "But maybe I would have handled you still, even if she wasn't. Just so you would know that you will never have a chance."

"NO! OKOYE!" He tried to look past the warrior as tears blurred his eyes. "OKOYE!"

Everyone gasped before they began to whisper.

"Oh-"

"Girl-"

"He's bout to be sick."

"I'm telling you. He's gonna be sobbing and fasting for days."

"He is living out a nightmare I tell you."

"Damn."

"OKOOOOYEEEEEEE! PLEAAAASEEE!"

Aneka smacked M’Baku's shoulder as she tried to contain her laughter.

"I was not prepared-" Ayo covered her mouth.

"Is he crying again?" M'Baku cackled.

"Yes." Aneka laughed.

W'Kabi continued to shout. "OKOYE! TELL ME HE'S LYING!" He squirmed. "OKOYE!"

"Do not call for her. She will not answer you." Attuma tightened his hold on him. "You have come here and disturbed her rest and now you wish to stress her further." He frowned. "If you are a problem to Okoye, you are a problem to me. I will not let my wife endure anything." He growled. "Something you failed to do."

W'Kabi was shaking in the man's hold.

"So, let me make myself clear." He narrowed his eyes. "If I learn that you are bothering Okoye ever again, I will serenade you until you fall into the sea and have my sharks rip you apart." His eyes were darker than the ocean's abyss. "I say this in english... to be clear. I can also say it in Xhosa to be clearer." He grabbed the man's face roughly with his other hand. "Do you understand?"

He spat in Attuma's face before shouting. "OKO-"

Attuma cracked his head into the other man's and tossed his body before turning around with a grunt of disgust.

"And see- he did better than me." Aneka shook her head as she ended the recording. "Because I would have stomped his head in after he spat in my face."

"I think he remembered the treaty." M'Baku offered. "I wouldn't have stopped him if he chose to. I think he was being pretty nice until he spat."

"Alright. This is done." Ayo smacked their shoulders before moving in to grab W'Kabi's limp body.

"That was an uneventful fight." M'Baku sighed. "But it was still good."

"What? You expected him to fight back?" Aneka laughed. "The man was drunk. A baby could wield a spear better than a drunk man."

"I was hoping it would give him a power up. Like uh.... super strength."

"He's not that type of drunk."

"I can see that." M'Baku got up. "Send me a copy of that video. I must show it to my people in the Jabari Lands."

"You got it."

Bloopers:

Okoye sleeping peacefully while her man handles business:

Everyone watching W'Kabi lose:

In another AU, Oni and Attuma jumping W'Kabi:

[reriart]

First, I love your fics they are amazing. ❤️

Second, could I please request a gale x tav fic where gale is trying to figure out how to cook for a tav with no sense of taste due to trama and doesn't eat much as a result.

Thank you for your hard work.

Hi! Thank you so much for your super kind words! I liked this request so much and I immediately decided to write something. Although mine was not a trauma related to the sense of taste, I have had eating problems in the past and it was very difficult for me to eat when I was younger. I hope this fanfic, set in Act I, is a chance for those who have problems with food, whatever its nature, to feel a little better! (Divider by @cafekitsune)

I'm here for you.

Tags: tav has food disorder, ageusia (no sense of taste), dissociation if you squint, Raphael cameo (very hidden, very nice), friendship with a hint of romance, random Astarion passing by, gn!Tav. English is not my native language.

Sum: Gale offers to help you solve a health problem that's troubling you, without much success. However, the magician doesn't lose heart. You can read it on AO3 too.

“You must eat something.”

Shadowheart's tone is harsh. She stares at you with the pewter plate in her hand, worn by time. The light from the bonfire bounces timidly off the now dull surface, while the sausages and boiled potatoes - now cold - more willingly reciprocate the warm aura of the flames.

She throws the plate at your feet. “There's no point in traveling together to find a way out of this damn tadpole if we're going to die because you let yourself starve and don't cover our asses.” 

You know she's right. That starving is not the solution, but how can you explain to someone who has always been able to enjoy food that everything you swallow tastes like nothing but paper? Much less to a half-elf who has the empathy capability of a nightstand?

The woman squares you off, only to turn on her heels and return to her tent, while Lae'zel, the surly githyanki, addresses you with a chk. “Vlaakith be my witness, but for once we agree. Eat, istik.”

As the strange green-skinned warrior leaves for her quarters as well, you find yourself staring into the flames until you lose all concept of time and reality. It is Gale's voice that brings you back down to earth - feet that, by the way, are covered with chunks of meat and potatoes. You shake off the boot.

“You're hiding something, aren't you?” comments Gale, sitting down next to you. Of the whole group, he is the least threatening to you so far. He has a book in his hand, which he casually flips through. “I have an intuition that it's not just my questionable cooking that's keeping your stomach empty.”

You widen your eyes and blush, flicking a bitter smile, turning your gaze to the crackling wood. “You are perceptive.”

“One of my many qualities. I'm also a very good pianist,” the magician jokes. “These hands can do many things, not just handle the Weave.” 

The man conjures a cat made of light, leaping and playing at your feet, before fading into nothingness. “Would you like to talk about it?” he asks, now a little more serious. 

You finally dignify yourself by looking into his eyes, but you regret it a few moments later. You are not very accustomed to sharing personal business; however, after a long sigh, you abandon your qualms.

“I can't taste,” you confess, looking at your hands. A dry patch of skin peeps out on your right index finger and you feel like tugging it off, but you don't. “It's ... because of a bad thing that happened.”

Gale closes the book and sets it down beside him, then rests a hand on your shoulder. “It must be terrible, I'm sorry. I-I dare not imagine,” he murmurs. He squeezes your arm affectionately. Then he stands up sharply and raises a finger. “I am one with the Weave, I will certainly find a way to make you feel the flavors again. By Mystra, magic can do anything.”

“I've already tried many times...”

“But you haven't tried asking me,” he replies, full of confidence. “'Be patient, my friend. I have a fellow who could help us. He lives in the capital.”

You shrug and reply with a monotone “thank you,” then go back to staring at your hands. Why can't people mind their own business? As if you haven't already tried every possible thing! You are just missing a demonic deal. Absorbed in this thought, you wince on the log where you are sitting as soon as you see something move in the shadows, followed by a squeak. Damn rats.

Gale runs a hand over his unshaven beard, lost in the depths of his mind (which, most likely, has all the appearance of a library), then kneels beside you and puts both hands on your shoulders, forcing you to turn toward him.

“I'll cook something for you tonight.”

You raise an eyebrow, puzzled. “But I can't taste it.”

“While we're waiting to get to Baldur's Gate, we might as well give it a shot, right?”

“We have few rations, no need to waste them.”

The wizard thinks about it. “It means I will make very small portions. These are trial and error, not inn servings.”

For a second, you swear you are lost in his eyes. Brown, with tiny hints of gold and green, they remind you of a cozy autumn forest. They are round, sweet -- concerned.

“Do you worry like this over everyone?” you ask, not realizing you actually said it out loud. Tiredness plays tricks, especially if you haven't eaten in a while. “Or is this another way of making me understand what Shadowheart told me earlier?

Gale's face is crossed by a smile, vaguely gloomy. “Don't misunderstand me. It is important that you eat, both for the mission and because I would hate to lose a new friendship. However, I am not doing this with second thoughts, if that is what you mean. I will not shove a funnel down your throat.” 

With that said, the man stands up. “To work!”

To...work? 

“...Gale?” 

“Yes?” He replies, once again wearing his crumpled, stained apron-an outfit so different from his long, elegant wizard's robe. He has a smile on his face and seems full of energy. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, getting up and following him suspiciously. “You're not cooking again, are you?”

“And that's exactly what I'm doing.” He smiles, waving a zucchini in front of your nose. Then he pulls a tomato and a potato out of his backpack. 

“Don't waste food for me, please,” you beg, placing yourself in front of him. “It is useful to you and to others.” “Unless you come from some plane where food is not needed -- and I really don't think there is any, otherwise I would know -- yes, you need food,” he replies, quickly cutting the vegetable into small chunks. 

“...touché.”

You watch him with crossed arms, jumping here and there like a ferret who hasn't slept in three weeks. “Have you always been into cooking?” 

“I-I've had some rough times. Learning to cook has kept me busy. The Weave then can lead to interesting results.” He smiles and winks at you as he pours the vegetables into a pot and begins to stir it all by twirling his finger suspended above it. Another of his magic tricks. You blush and thank goodness it's nighttime. 

“And here it is. Come closer, don't be shy,” Gale prompts you, waving. “It's not poisoned; you might expect that from our fellow Shadowheart, perhaps. The sharites act in mysterious and, often, poisonous ways.”

You can't help but hold back a laugh. You sit down next to him, looking at what would appear to be a custard. “What is it?”

“A simple vegetable soup. But I made it for you.” He takes the ladle, filling it and bringing it closer to you. “Try it.”

You look at the man disgruntledly: you already know how it will turn out and you are sorry he committed to you. You swallow a little, but feel absolutely nothing but a bit of warm slime, the bites size of the vegetable pieces in your mouth. If it weren't for the fact that your taste buds have no life, you would say it's disgusting. You set the spoon down in the pot and sigh, making to get up, but Gale stops you with a hand on your leg, inviting you to remain seated. “Wait.”

He takes another spoon, and pours something on it, a powder perhaps. You notice a container close to the tools, but in the dark you can't identify its content. “Try it now.”

You want to roll your eyes, but you hold back. You taste, but again you feel nothing but the aforementioned textures in your mouth, as well as something powdery. “What did you put in it?”

“Powdered rabbit feces. The best in Neverwinter.”

You widen your eyes and spit out the contents, hitting your chest with your fist. “That's so gross! It's disgusting!”

Gale smiles. “How can a person with no sense of taste say something is disgusting?”

You try to wipe your tongue with your shirt sleeve. “Rabbit poop would disgust anyone!”

The wizard chuckles to himself. “Relax, it was just bread crumbs. However, it pains me to warn you that, for rabbits, their own droppings are quite delicious. They eat them straight from the...”

“Gale, for the love of the gods, 'shut up!” you implore him, throwing the ladle at him and...laughing. 

You're laughing. About food. 

It's not like you, but you're doing it. You are laughing your head off, as Gale conjures up a magic bunny that is about to....

“Gods, this is revolting, have mercy!” 

“I will stop only if you eat another spoon of soup, otherwise I can conjure up far more terrible scenes...”

You laugh, covering your mouth to try to muffle the noise and not wake your companions. Just as your gaze crosses Gale's, who reciprocates with a smile, a bush of white hair peeps out between the two of you. 

Astarion shows his canines, disgusted. “Gods, that's gross. I'm glad I don't have to eat the stuff you cook, Gale.” 

“And here is our pale companion. Did the hunt went well, Astarion?” Gale takes another spoonful and makes to offer it to the elf.

“Egregiously, I thank you. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to, you know, go anywhere but here. Keep that filth away from my nose, it smells awful,” she pushes him away, gesturing with his hand. 

“All right, all right. But Astarion, you really happen to be here,” Gale reflects aloud. “Tell us, do you only and exclusively savor the taste of blood?” 

You stiffen. You don't want to reveal your problem, you're ashamed of it, least of all to Astarion who seems like someone who can use even a pair of underwear as a weapon, let alone a weakness of yours. You look at Gale and dig your nails into your legs, trying to keep your tachycardia in check.

“That's not right. You see, blood is, as you can well imagine, my main resource. The second is most certainly wine,” he begins to explain, interrupting himself for a somewhat forced laugh, then gives a cough. “I can eat human food, but it tastes like excrements. And I have to throw it up afterwards.”

“I thank you, Astarion. You know, we had this doubt and we were curious.” Gale lies, on purpose, to avoid uncomfortable questions from the vampire. “I wish you a good night.”

“To you.” And with that, he gets up and walks off into the woods again, whistling. 

“Why did you ask him?!” you whisper, hitting him with a spoon on the forehead. “He might have been suspicious.” 

“Ouch! Well, I was curious. If he had answered that it was bland, I would have asked him if he ever perceived human food differently, but he didn't. We gained in cultural baggage, on the other hand.”

But you care little about cultural baggage. You watch the soup on the stove, the lazy bursting bubbles caused by the fire that is beginning to fall asleep. 

“I wish I could taste what you cook, Gale. I'm sure it wouldn't taste like shit,” you murmur, as you play with a pebble on the floor. “I'm sorry.”

He ruffles your hair. “I'm sure we'll find a way. From now on you will try every food we get. And if we don't come up with anything, I'm sure we'll find someone in Baldur's Gate who can help you. There is hope, as our cerebral roommates teach us well.” 

You bite your lip. “Thank you, Gale.”

He smiles. “That's what I'm here for.”

[xo-urban]

Hi, Im the anon who requested "Can't afford losing you" and I wanted to request a small follow up story if that's okay?

The plot is just that Ghost comforts reader after a nightmare, where he was back at the abandoned warehouse and in his dream Ghost never came looking for him.

Simon woke up hearing reader cry next to him in his sleep, he woke him up, helped him calm down and told him that he's safe (at first reader thought Ghost was one of the people who hurt him and freaked out) and then just cuddled with him, saying that he loves him and that no one would lay a finger on him again.

As you can see, I like angst.

And I like your stories, so I guess you're stuck with me lmao.

Loved this sm ty for requesting

Seeking Home in You

Follow up story for Can’t Afford Losing You

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Male Reader

Summary: Ghost helps you through one of those nightmares in the blanket of night.

Warnings: Mentions of torture, nightmares, hurt comfort otherwise.

Word count: 686

Soft rustling of the bed and light calm breathes came from your lover in front of you. Simon slept soundly as you were wrapped up in his strong arms, holding you close to his chest. Every second that passed, you grew more tired. A soft smile on your lips as you rested your head against his chest. This was Simon, not the Ghost everyone seemed to fear deep down. You knew that whatever might happen, you’re safe in his arms, no matter what. With a deep sigh, you found yourself falling asleep next to Simon, your exhaustion getting the best of you.

The darkness that consumed your vision quickly festered into something you’d never thought you’d see again.

You were in the same blood stained room, the room where you were almost tortured to death. “No, no, no- This isn’t real- this-” You panicked, only moving to realize your wrists were bound just like they had been before.

“Ah.. but it is.” The voice left you shocked, you were sure he was dead, he had to be! You turned to meet the face of your enemy, “Your friends are here..” He smirked, tying a rope around your mouth to suppress your screams, you kicked at him the best you could, tearing up at the familiar pain but with an additional suffocation.

Next thing you knew, you watched your captor barricade the doorway, leaving gaps to let you watch. You were stuck, unable to move or yell for help. You watched as your team passed by your room as you squirmed in your restraints to get their attention, but all efforts were ignored.

You watched Ghost pass slowly by, not even bothering to look at you, which made your heart throb as you tried to call out for them, tears leaving your eyes. You didn’t wanna die here, you didn’t wanna die alone, they were so close.

—---

Ghost peeled open his eyes, waking to the sudden shaking and dampness of his shirt. “Love..?” He whispered softly, looking down at you with soft and worried eyes. You whimpered as you held onto him tightly, tears escaping your eyes while you began to hyperventilate. “Hey hey love.” Ghost sat up, pulling you into his arms as he shook you awake. He knew a nightmare damn well when he saw one, in this case, it must’ve been a pretty rough one.

You gasped awake, your body jolting at the feeling of another one’s hands on you. “Stop touching me please! Get away!” You shouted, you hadn’t even realized you woke up with your eyes squeezed so tightly. You went to shove the man in front of you until you were stopped by a strong voice. You opened your teary and frightened eyes to meet Ghost’s worried ones.

You shook, crying into him as you pulled him into a tight hug, pain shooting through you since you were still healing from the event. “It was a nightmare love.. I’m here..” Ghost murmured softly as he ran his hand through your hair and his other up and down your back soothingly.

“You wanna tell me about it..?” Ghost asked softly as your tears came to a stop. You just laid against him, seeking the comfort you dreadfully needed. You sat there in silence, sighing softly as you pulled him into a comforting kiss. Ghost listened carefully when you explained your nightmare to him, his eyes softening as he held your hand in his to ground you and be your support.

“I’d never leave you, you’re my priority, even if it means leaving the team to be there with you and for you, so be it.” Ghost spoke softly, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand. You smiled, pressing a kiss to his head before the both of you laid back down.

“Sleep well love.. I’m right here.. Ain’t gonna leave you for the world.” Ghost smiled, letting you get comfortable before he wrapped your arms around you again. “G’night..” You murmured, shutting your eyes. “Good night darling.. Sleep well..”

“No bastard will ever lay a finger on you again..”

[paradoxolotl]

i know it's basic but i need to know what was going through andrew's head when he hears that aaron asked neil to kiss him in the jeans fic (im so sorry i can't actually remember the complete name of the fic in my mind its saved as the gay jeans fic)

Specific Fic Asks

I absolutely can do this for you anon ~ for It’s in the Jeans

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Andrew’s life could be boiled down to three points of orbit:

His brother, Aaron. A minor pain in the ass on any day of the week that ended in y. Also the person who Andrew had crawled through hell with to build some semblance of normalcy. So for him, Andrew kept his complaining to a minimum.

Secondly, the neighbourhood stray cat. Andrew called it Worm. He also fed it after school every day, crouched in the bushes breaking up bits of ham with the paranoia levels of a small rodent.

And then there was Neil Josten. A major pain in Andrew’s ass every moment of every day, who was probably more feral than any street cat could dream to be. He’d complain more, used to complain more, but Andrew had recently found a better use of his time.

Because Neil’s kisses were a mind numbing, bone buzzing, oh too sweet addiction. Nothing in Andrew’s life had ever been as viciously satisfying as having Neil beneath him, one hand tipping the menace’s head back for a better angle, the other ghosting fingertips across the sensitive skin of his stomach just to feel the muscles jump.

It was too easy to lose himself in this, in Neil. Minutes were meaningless, the world falling away, and Andrew found himself halfway drunk with just Neil’s mouth against the skin of his neck. Nothing on earth could pull him from this moment, his Eden. Nothing-

There was a clattering bang from Aaron’s room. Odd enough to rip Andrew from the haze clouding his mind. But when no other noises followed, no cries of distress, it only took his name, whispered quiet and reverent, to pull him back to Neil. The fingers on his jaw helped him along, until he was sinking sinking drowning.

“I tried!” This time, not even Neil’s breath on his neck or hands in Andrew’s hair could distract him from Aaron’s shout.

Annoyance flicked up within him, simmering in his blood. Whatever fucking melodramatic bullshit Aaron found himself floundering in could not be worth-

“I asked Neil to kiss me-”

The thing about Andrew was this: he didn’t care about much. Most things in his life were revolving time passers, some more pleasant than others. But when he found something that burrowed past everything else, something worth calling his, Andrew cared a whole damn lot. Some might call it obsessive, concerning, unhealthy. Bee called it a trauma response. Andrew called it practical, because those few things he cared about could be taken away too quickly, too easily.

And the thing about Neil was this: he was Aaron’s before he was Andrew’s.

Andrew’s hand slammed into the wall before he registered what his body was doing, the beat of his heart slamming from excited to pretending not to panic. An unfortunate event, due to snapping both Aaron and Nicky’s attention to him and his complete loss of composure. Part of him wanted to glance back, to see if he really had just abandoned Neil to throw himself into whatever fucking mess this was, but Andrew’s brain was still screaming WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK RED ALERT on full power.

He knew Nicky was saying something, the noises hitting his ears, but he couldn’t process them. Eyes locked on his twin, Andrew all but demanded, “What did you just say?”

By Aaron’s concerned confusion, Andrew had clearly missed the mark. “The fuck were you doing?”

Neil, he thought. But he couldn’t very well say that to Aaron, especially when Aaron wore the same expression he did when they had watched a man sprint from beneath a bridge and disappear into the woods when they were ten. Quickly righting himself, Andrew attempted to infuse his voice with his usual nonchalance. “Nothing,” he said. Completely fine, totally normal. Not weird at all. “What did you say about Neil?”

For a moment, Aaron narrowed his eyes at him. As if Aaron had ever been able to break Andrew with his judgement. But then he shrugged, and Andrew felt his stomach drop with the cocky smile that spread across his face. “Oh, just asked if I could kiss him. No big deal.” Smug. Smiling. Bastard. “Why?” Aaron asked. Like an asshole. “Did you need something?”

Yeah, Andrew needed the world to stop falling from beneath his feet. Because Neil was a prickly fucker, untrusting and vicious. He held his people just as tightly as Andrew held his. Andrew spent years studying him, falling hard and fast and lasting, but the one thing that remained elusive was why Neil had fallen for Andrew too.

And deep down, a small voice whispered that if anyone could catch Neil and take him from Andrew, it would be Aaron.

Only one person had ever been able to quiet that voice. What did Andrew need? He jerked a thumb over his shoulder, back to Neil. “Yeah. I just-“ Nope. Uh huh. Brain hadn’t reset yet. Abort. Abort, Minyard. “Need to-“ Phenomenal. His mouth just wouldn’t stop. Is this what Neil felt like?

Well, time to abandon ship.

He didn’t feel any steadier when the door closed behind him, but his eyes zeroed in on Neil. Still sprawled on his back on Andrew’s floor, he looked up with a crooked smile, laughter tucked into the corners.

“Oh, right,” he said softly, unapologetic. “Your brother asked to kiss me.”

Andrew swallowed. His throat clicked. His shoulders pressed harder against his door.

At the silence, Neil’s smile turned a little softer. “I said no.”

“You said no.” His voice remained flat, neutral in the way he always used when expecting something to hurt.

Sighing, Neil rocked his knee in the air. Not jittery. Not nervous, just…moving. “Because I didn’t want to.”

“I asked you,” Andrew said.

Neil hummed. “And I wanted to. Still do, if you ever decide I’m more interesting than your wall. Or I could leave and you can brood and mope or whatever people with on overgrown sense of doom and despair do.”

“Really?” Andrew asked, even as he pushed off the door, falling back on top of Neil and into his grin. “You’re not funny.”

“Never said I was,” Neil said, words a laugh.

Neil had always been a point of clarity. An impossible piece in Andrew’s life he could never stray from, despite his efforts in the beginning.

His hands found their home in Andrew’s hair, dimple flickering out alongside his mirth. Quietly, he said, “It’s just you, Andrew.”

And Andrew believed him, and let everything else fall away.

[bro-strider-tgirl-tits]

unzips my jacket to reveal a homemade bomb strapped to my chest. tell me about kevin your oc or i'll blow us both up.

Okay well you asked for this. Putting it under a cut.

Kevin was originally an OC I made in cahoots with a friend of mine, who I am not in contact with a anymore. He's technically a TLOU OC, but fuck that, let's just go with regular zombie apocalypse, because really we (me and the friend) only really liked the way the infected work in that game.

Kevin is a severely mentally ill orphan from Texas USA with no way of getting treatment for his undiagnosed issues and dumbfuck transgenderism. And this poses a big issue when zombies start showing up while he's 11 years old.

Still, this damn kid manages to survive for 5 years through joining random groups of survivors, gaining their trust, stealing their shit and then either causing their downfall or just running away. He does get into some serious trouble because of this, and bumps into some real shitty people but y'know, apocalypse is apocalypse

At the ripe age of 16, while hiding out alone in a damn gas station, Andrew (a middle aged man in charge of a small group of people) makes his way to what LOOKS like it should be abandoned supplies, but instead gets nearly shot in the arm but a scrawny fucking kid. He decides to take him to the camp, as well as some shit he found there, which Kevin is opposed to because Andrew isn't the nicest but well, he did just try to shoot him

And listen this dude does not like this kid. This kid that has a first grader's mindset and clearly a fucked up worldview and probably will only cause him even more trouble. But he also doesn't wanna abandon a random child who is very obviously struggling to survive so he just takes him in and makes sure he is watched at all times. Well shit goes awry and the camp gets attacked and Andrew blames it on Kevin even though it ain't his fault

But now the two of them are stuck together :]

They have fun. They bond. Kevin loses his pinky finger after bumping into an old group he betrayed but Andrew saves him.

Kevin ends up getting infected and hanging himself

I could go deeper but that's all you get for niw

[starlightshadowsworld]

Damn! Wait since Shredder is super shredder and karai is mutated(?) that in effect makes Casey the leader of the foot. However they’re holding up.

So in the span of 24 hours~ Casey loses his father, sister and all his friends on top of having the responsibility of leading the foot DURING A ALIEN APOCALYPSE thrown on him… ouch 

Not only that but I can’t stop thinking of how, after months and months of working on a cure, Casey finally frees his father from being the super shredder. (Maybe he helps Splinter too?)

Or when the turtles realise how stressed Casey prob is

... I literally didn't even think about that.

Holyshit.

Casey literally loses everyone.

Except April but she's with the turtles.

So... Everyone.

In less than a day Casey goes from lovable heir to cold, distant leader.

Casey is just standing in the wreckage of his city.

The party wagon long gone.

He snaps his fingers and a member of the foot clan runs over and kneels before him.

"Master Shredder has been contained however Lady Karai remains missing."

Casey looks down.

He takes a deep breathe in and out.

"My father is to be escorted back to the lair. As for my sister, a search team will be sent to secure her and bring her to me."

The clan member bows lower, despite not sharing his blood Casey sounded every bit the man his father was.

... Is...

"And what of the Krang, Master?" Says another clan member.

Casey turns towards them, and they see the blood on his hockey sticks.

"I will take care of the Krang... Oh... And if the search teams cannot bring my sister back... They better not come back at all."

They all shivered.

Never had they ever seen this side of Casey.

Even the Casey they knew, Shredders son had always been a bright and sweet child.

He was a force to be reckoned in combat but even than....

It was like all the light in his eyes had died.

Leaving a warrior in its place.

With the Shredder unable to lead and Karai missing, it fell to Casey to lead them.

It had been their dream, Karai and Casey's to lead together as one.

But here he stood alone.

Alone for the first time since Arnold Jones had abandoned him.

Had left him to die.

But this time their would be no one to pick him up.

To hold him.

Raph's words echoed in his mind on a loop.

Splinter... His uncles body lay lifeless on the ground.

"... And funeral preperations shall be made."

"But sir... He is the enemy..."

Casey blazed with rage.

Even more than he ever thought he would have had.

"Hamato Yoshi, Hamato Yoshi was my father's brother in all but blood. And he will be honoured for the life he lived and lost, and any one who dares say otherwise... Will meet their end at my hand."

No one dared to speak, only bowing and taking Splinters body away.

Casey knew he had no right to demand such a thing but their was no one left to bury him.

Everyone he had ever loved was gone.

But Casey did not dwell on them.

He did not falter.

He did not crack.

Casey no longer had the luxury for breaking down.

Troops swarmed around him, the pitiful cries of his father as he was taken away.

Sounding nothing more than another beast.

Casey stood still before launching himself at the Krang.

He did not fight.

Nothing about the one man massacre wrecking through the city could be called a fight.

His city.

He had failed all else he would die before it came down.

It was all he had.

The coming months were slow and full of trial and errors.

Casey ran the foot clan from the lab.

He could count the amount the hours of sleep he'd get each night on one hand.

He only ate if it was served to him and only than not always.

Nothing mattered other than finding a cure.

Karai had been found and she and Shredder were often crying out and roaring from their containment cells.

He shut himself off from all of it.

Casey wandered the halls of the Foot clans lair like a ghost.

He didn't feel like he was real anymore.

Nothing else existed but the lab and the retro mutagen he'd concocted by himself.

Donnie's notes had left with him.

It took thousands of tries to produce and than another hundred or so to perfect.

He had to fight both his sister and father to administer the mutagen.

Not allowing anyone to get closer.

Shredder and Karai turned normal and immediately embraced each other.

They turned to embrace Casey.

But he had finally succumbed to his exhaustion and blacked out on the cold hard floor.

[nighmares-art-and-stories]

Not Always Invincible - Chapter 3: Savagery

The streets are dark. Lights flickered, casting their weak glow onto the walls, barely chasing away the darkness. Shadows danced on the walls like lopsided ghouls, hungrily reaching towards the dim ring of light on the unbroken windows. The winds weaved through the tall claustrophobic walls, whistling its warning for anyone who’s willing to listen.

Jacob sat on his couch. His arms dangled off the armrests while his legs rested carelessly on the backrest. A remote control is clutched between two fingers while it is being swung around with a sort of apathetic abandon. Plastic wrappers are thrown around haphazardly like crusty confetti. Jacob’s face is illuminated by the mechanical glow of the TV screen as a bored and dull droning voice narrated the carnage displayed there.

“… There is another case of a savage human tonight. I’m here in the epicenter of this case…”

Click.

“… Here’s more news about …”

Click.

“… The Council of Galactical Relations stands today with a warning to …”

Crash. Clank.

Jacob threw the remote harshly against the screen. It cracked the screen and filled with the electrostatic, stopping the steady progression of doom and decay.

He drooped his way to the fridge to grab something to eat.

It hummed and sputtered when its door opened. A strong draft of cold moist air hit him full in the face, filling the air with the musky scent of hunger. Nothing. Nothing is in the fridge save for an old spiderweb that he forgotten to clean out.

He sighed. The growl in his stomach intencified followed by a deep stabbing pain. It rode on a wave of nausea that brought him to his knees. Damn it! This is day seven. I have to venture out.

A scraping sound came from his window and Jacob walked towards it, pealing back a small piece of cloth to see .... Nothing. He shivered. The dark black expanse stared back at him, draining what remaining resolve that he had. He sighed and grabbed a small strip of paper and slipped on his shoes and jacket. Jacob limped to the door in a manner not dissimilar to an injured wolf. The wide black maw that leads to the world outside the relative safety of his yawned, the iron studs on it gleamed like a row of small teeth. He grabbed a small strip of paper and slipped on his shoes and jacket. He slipped out of it like an emaciated shadow barely remembering to take his flashlight-turned-taser with him. The door closed with a quiet finality. He stepped out into the blackness, letting the night swallow him.

It’s cold and wet, sleet bounced off the walls and rode the icy, blade-like wind. It’s the type of weather that would make even a fish feel depressed. Jacob pulled his hood on his head and continued to walk against the wind, one hand against the slimy wall for support.

He didn’t notice the pair of shadows following him.

Jacob walked in the store, the wide expanse of food and supplies giving him a sort of temporary comfort, something to lose himself to despite the dark dreary atmosphere outside. He grabbed a dozen packets of ramen, chips, eggs, water, and some vegetables, dragging them to his cart.

That should be enough to last a few more weeks. Man! I hate the whole savagery darts thing.

The alien behind the register gave him a sympathetic eye when it … she, saw the giant lump of food in the cart.

“Tough going?”, it asked.

“Yeah.”

The alien gurgled, its equivalent to a chuckle. “Good luck.”

Jacob nodded before gathering the bags from the alien cashier and walked out of the store.

The winds and rain have died down a bit, enough where he didn’t have to make several trips to gather his things. Jacob walked briskly down the street like the rapid staccato of a tap dance, his shoes tapping an alert, fearful rhythm on the pavement. Eyes bored into his back. The hairs on the back of his head have slowly raised up like little black needles. A hand wandered to the taser-flashlight.

The shadows moved closer.

He turned a corner and looked up. His heart jumped to his throat while the blood slowly drained from his face like the slow draining of blood in a freshly caught hare. The bags dropped from his hand and landed on the floor in a dull wet plop.

Jacob turned around to run but stopped when a cold cruel blade is pressed to his throat. A set of arms pulled his arms behind his back, and another covered his mouth. He started to squirm against the thickly scaled hands.

Hot rancid breath whispered in his ear, “Don’t struggle, Human.” Jacob continued to squirm anyway, ignoring how the knife is cutting up his collarbone and shoulder. He knew the chances of survival once being moved to a different location is pathetically low. When a stray finger wandered into his mouth, he bit down, hard. Warm coppery liquid filled his mouth. The alien holding him hostage reeled his hand back and shook it.

CRACK!

The bleeding hand slammed into the side of his head, digging a painful V into his cheek. The hunger pains from his stomach rose again. Stars swam in his vision while the edges danced. His knees buckled, nearly binging the buff scaly alien down with him. Dizziness swam in his stomach like a pack of snakes, Jacob found that he can’t bring himself to care.

“Do you want a fur-cut below your chin?” 

Jacob shook his head, no.

“Good.” The alien sounds pleased and amused, “Now sleep.”

A large object slammed into the base of his head. Darkness grabbed at him, and he fought it for a few moments before it has laid its claim.

When Jacob came to, he was in some sort of cage. Chains adorned his wrists like heavy silver bracelets, holding his arms in a strange half twist position that turned painful the moment he moved.

Another alien stood in front of the cage. Its appearance could honestly be described as a mad scientist. Its white robe is stained with red. The alien had dull claws and missing scales that revealed it’s pink, diseased looking flesh. It’s topped off by the crazed sheen in its eyes.

Jacob cleared his throat, “What do you want?”

The question came out like a hoarse croak. The alien didn’t answer, instead, it grinned showing a row of sharp broken teeth and bleeding gums, something full of malice. It turned around and grabbed a syringe from the counter.

With a low husky voice, the alien said, “I have found that humans still have a lot of the primitive instincts. Suppressed via logic, and other emotion.” Jacob leaned away from it as far as he could. It stopped and gave a laugh that sounds like a hacking cough. “They don’t deserve to become civilized.” The needle brushed his neck at the cardioid artery, a small welling of blood came out of the wound and dripped onto his clothes. “All the other humans I tested on turned animalistic. The others don’t understand how dangerous you are, so I’ll make them see!”

The alien waved the syringe around everywhere scattering the blue fluid inside everywhere.

Jacob pressed his emotions down, swallowing his spit and fear, “No, you’re wrong, our strongest instinct is to protect. You simply got the wrong people.”

In the distance, a pack of cars, both human and alien rounded the corner. Their lights and sirens bouncing off the walls. The crazy scientist shook himself out of its imagination and plunged the needle into his neck.

The liquid stung, like putting Hydrochloric Acid into his veins. His muscles shook and spasmed, trying to get the noxious liquid out of his system. The last thing he saw was the cackling scientist and the squad of Galactical Foundation agents stormed into the lab.

Somewhere, a butterfly took wing and started to fly against the hail.

Taglist:

@alaralee | @hallwriteblr

[the-oc-lass]

Nimona OC - Charlotte Swiftheart/Corova

Hi again! Sorry I didn't upload yesterday, I was super busy with homework (college is hard, man). But hopefully this thing is worth it.

Happy Halloween to all those who celebrate, by the way!

I mentioned something happening a few weeks before the knighting ceremony, and so here's a drabble!

TW: Brief, general scummy behavior. Not sure if I need to put a trigger warning on that but better to be safe about it

First, Previous, Next

Her fingers skim over the apples, searching in time with her eyes some good ones. She's not the best baker, but the kids seem to like when she makes pies. She wants to try her hand at apple this time. After a minute or two of searching, she has some decent apples in her basket and is ready to move on.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Oh, good Gloreth. She knows that tone of voice. She firmly ignores it, pretending she didn't hear, and starts to move away. Suddenly, though, her arm is grabbed, and she's yanked around. "Hey, where are you going, sweetheart?" As if the flirtiness of the voice and the grasp on her arm weren't enough, she finds herself face to face with one of her least favorite people in the kingdom. Todd Sureblade. He tilts his head at her, but from his smirk, he clearly doesn't recognize her. Though, she's not sure what she expected. He is an idiot. And his face is even more punchable than when they were kids. She puts on her best polite and innocent face and tilts her head.

"Sir knight, might I ask that you let go of me?" she asks, voice sugary sweet. But Todd's smirk just widens.

"What's the rush, babe? I'm giving you the chance of a lifetime here," he says. She tilts her head and blinks blankly at him.

"And what's that?" she asks, facade still raised. He pulls her forward a bit more, other hand settling on her waist.

"Getting a date with a future knight of the realm," he says. Her eye twitches, and she tries to pull herself away. He doesn't budge.

"Let go of me, Thoddeus," she says, voice lowering as her fake smile disappears. His smirk is replaced by confusion, and he makes a face.

"What?" She squirms more violently, ready to rip herself from his grasp.

"Let me go."

"But babe-"

"I said, let go!" Her voice raises, and she rips her arm out of his grasp, bringing her hand back before backhanding him. He stumbles backward, only stopping when he's caught by some of his fellow cadets. Good Gloreth, is that Blanche and Chad? As if things couldn't get any worse, she can see that people are starting to look toward the commotion, and she can see them looking at her in particular. She couldn't have one normal day at the market, could she? She looks around, trying to find an opening so that she can get to her route back home, but her gaze freezes as two men come into view. It's been six years since she last saw them, since they abandoned her after her mother's funeral, but she still knows them. She'd know them anywhere. She sees Ambrosius freeze, eyes widening, and its the last thing she sees before she turns and runs.

"Charlotte!" he calls from somewhere behind her. She doesn't answer, instead dodging through the crowd. How could this happen? She just wanted some apples, damn it! She ducks into an alleyway, hoping that it will help her lose them if they're giving chase. She rounds a corner and Ambrosius appears in front of her. Right. She knows these streets because of her time at the Institute. They've been there for a lot longer than she has. She slows herself down, stopping before she runs into him, and she quickly whips around to try and go back. Ballister is blocking her path, and she internally curses.

"Look, if this is about Todd, he had it coming!" she says, holding up her hands. Ambrosius still looks completely shaken, even as he stands in her way, but Ballister is downright furious.

"You decide to show your face again after six years and that's what you have to say? I was afraid you were dead, Charlotte!" he cries. Even through his rage, she can tell he's toning it down. He's made himself into the perfect knight. She turns to face him, her glare matching his.

"Well forgive me if I didn't want to be anywhere near the two people who abandoned me, Ballister! I waited months for you and Ambrosius to come back, or to hear something from you, but I didn't get anything! And six years later, you have the audacity to say I left you!" she snaps. He takes a few steps and is directly in front of her, amusingly still shorter than her.

"Oh, don't you give me that. Ambrosius said he went looking for you and you were gone! You completely disappeared! If anyone abandoned anyone, you abandoned us!" he says. Charlotte snaps her head around, looking toward Ambrosius.

"Is that what you told him? That I vanished into thin air? How long did it take you to come look for me, Ambrosius? Six months? A year? How long did it take before you realized you broke your promise?" She's barely able to absorb the sadness on his face before Ballister starts yelling again.

"Don't turn this on him. Own up to what you did!"

"The only thing I did was survive! You two left me and I didn't have anyone!"

"Stop lying!"

"I'm not the one lying!"

"Both of you, stop!" In complete unison, Charlotte and Ballister whip their heads around, looking toward Ambrosius. Their faces fall at the distress on Ambrosius's face, anger dissipating into nothing. "She's right, Bal. I lied to you. I'm the one who abandoned Charlotte." He...Admitted it. After all these years, it still hurts. He abandoned her. Ballister moves past her, stepping toward his boyfriend. Or, she assumes they're still dating, at least.

"Why would you do that? Why would you lie to me?" he asks, voice softening. She hasn't heard that voice in a long time. Once he's past her, she knows she could slip away. She knows the truth now. Ambrosius abandoned her, he said it himself. But she wants to know why.

"I didn't want to lie, and I didn't want to abandoned her. I promise I can explain if you'll just listen," Ambrosius says. His pleading eyes land on her, and she purses her lips for a moment. She doesn't owe him anything. She's been on her own for six years because he abandoned her and lied to Ballister about it.

But he's still her brother, and she needs to know why he did it. Then, she'll have closure, and if she still wants to walk away, she can do so with a clear conscience. She sighs and crosses her arms, leaning against a nearby wall.

"You've got two minutes."

To be continued because it's 1:30 AM as I'm writing this and I have class in the morning

Lovely tagged people:

@ammonitetheseaserpent @perfectkittystranger @derellenbogen

[michellesmusing]

Bound by Blood, Torn by Choices - Chapter 1

Same mother, different fathers… It was indeed explaining well why Michelle wasn’t tall, pale short blonde hair, contrasting with her half sister Alejandria, a brunette young woman who was naturally taller. We could say they had one thing in common though; Goran Marinović ,their uncle or to be more precise, their mother’s only brother. Zita, their mother had encountered a man a few months ago and the 41 years old woman decided to abandon everything, including her daughters and moved away with this man as both of them were deeply in love….

When Zita threatened her brother at  3 in the morning, concerning her two teenage girls, the 52 years old restaurant boss had no other choice than retrieving both teenage girls to take care of them, even though he wasn’t really all joyful about it… Especially his 16 years old niece; Michelle.

 Even though she was all short and had pale blonde baby hair, with light blue eyes, Michelle wasn’t to be underestimated… She had quite a temper and Goran was well aware of it. When something wasn’t pleasing her, you could be sure that she wasn’t stopping from yelling out her thoughts and anger!

“You were late the whole week!! And plus you left before the restaurant’s close twice this week, without warning me! Leaving, Olivia, and your sister Alejandria by themselves, again!”

Michelle had been late because her bike’s wheel had a flat and she tried to repair it twice, but to no avail.

“It’s not my fucking fault! I had a flat!!! When I left the restaurant at the end of my shift, everything was done.. All the damn trash had been emptied! Olivia is a piss poor lil cunt! She loves to cry about everything!!!”

Goran was annoyed by the poor choice of words his niece was using. How come a small woman of 16 years old like her could talk as trashy as this? He could tell that she was pissed… Her teeth were clenched together behind her sealed lips and her small blue eyes narrowed in his direction… Did he care? Not at all, he wasn’t going to change his mind over it and decided to trace a line with the black sharpie over her name on the schedule pinned to the board behind him in his office.

“You wanna play this game, Michelle Marinović? I have no problem with this, but I’m afraid you won’t like my game at all! You’re out for the next 4 Fridays… I’m giving your shifts to Olivia and Alejandria…

“Don’t call me like this!!!” She hated when her uncle was saying out loud her whole name… Reminding her that she would never get to know her real father as Michelle had been given her mother’s last name.

“As far as I know, the last time I checked, it was still your name…” She couldn’t believe he had decided to give her next 4 Friday Shifts to that little dumb woman Olivia. She couldn’t care less that Alejandria would get her shifts, but Olivia… How enraging all of this was for her.

“Screw that shit, I’m out of here!!” Goran stood up rapidly from his chair and raised his index finger at his small niece. As he got closer to her, he was towering over her and looked at her with a threatening regard, knowing well how intense she could be.  Her delicate sunscreen scent emanating from her skin was conflicting with the rage boiling inside of her.

“Don’t defy me young lady!! I’ve had enough of your explosive temper!! If you’re leaving, don’t even think about coming back here!”

Michelle snorted back at her uncle, not thinking he’d really do this.

“I don’t give a fuck!!! That job and that restaurant of yours suck big donkey hairy balls!!”

“MICHELLE!!!!” She had crossed the point of no return this time. He couldn’t believe all the rage that could be trapped in such a small body…

“FUCK YOU!!!! Of course, you prefer that cunt over me!!” Goran narrowed his green eyes at his young niece, on the verge of losing patience toward Michelle who was in tears after revealing that hint of jealousy toward Olivia…

“MICHELLE MARINOVIC!! BETTER WATCH THAT DIRTY MOUTH OF YOURS!!” The 52 years old 6’4” man finally lost patience with his niece and Michelle rapidly realized it as Goran’s face turned red from anger. His dark mustache quivering over his trembling lips.

Alejandria, who was standing nearby her uncle’s office, heard the whole commotion and she wasn’t surprised at all when she saw both Michelle and Goran coming out of the office.

“You want to play that game with me?? We’re going to play it, miss!!!” It didn’t take long that Goran’s large hand seized Michelle by her upper arm, dragging his teenage niece toward the back exit of the restaurant as he had his fingers deeply wrapped around her skin.

“LET ME GO!!!” Michelle yelled at her tall uncle as she fathomed that he wouldn’t let her go and she had seen right.

“We’re going straight home!! Little fucking impolite brat!!!!” Michelle totally froze on her feet when she saw Goran’s furious temper through the strength applied by his rather large hands…

Alejandria who was standing not far from her uncle’s office caught both of them coming out from the office. Michelle was in tears and yelling after Goran to let her go… The more she was yelling at him, the more strength he applied around her delicate arms.

“ALEJANDRIA! Get in the car as well!!!” Alejandria who had done nothing, but was only on her way to the kitchen to grab new bottles of Ketchup, was suddenly interrupted by her half sister and uncle coming out of the office. So startled by everything, Alejandria followed Michelle and Goran, forgetting her back bag in her locker…

Michelle kept on yelling and screaming at their uncle and Alejandria didn’t even know what to think of it. She knew how intense Michelle could be, but she had never seen her like this before. The brunette teenage girl took place on the back seat, not really feeling like sitting on the front seat.. Actually, Michelle is the one who sat in there as Goran decided she was due for a lil speech.

Still having his large hand wrapped around her upper arm, he strongly brought Michelle toward the passenger door and sat her down on the front passenger seat, before he reached for the driver seat.

“ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!! What the hell is wrong with you???!” As Goran asked her a question, the blonde teenage girl was totally ignoring him, as her face was turned toward the window, her arms crossed over chest and sulking while the remaining of her tears were beginning to dry on her cheeks.

“Goran saw that she was sulking and that she had decided to ignore him.

“You’re far from being like Alejandria. You should take an example from your half sister!” As Goran pointed out that Alejandria was a good girl, the 16 years old blonde teenager didn’t react at all. Of course, Alejandria was the total opposite of her… Even though she was two years younger than Michelle, she was way more mature than her older sister and Goran had immediately seen that.

Michelle was craving the attention of her uncle like no one else… What better than angering him to get his attention? Of course, it was indeed working, but it was just not a good way to get his attention and even though Michelle knew it, she couldn’t help it…

On their returns home, both girls stayed silent in the car, and Goran as well. Only the small subtle sound of the Classical music coming from the car’s radio could be heard in the BMW Sedan. As soon as the car pulled in the driveway, Michelle quickly gathered herself out of the car and ran toward the main entrance, entering inside Goran’s house since she had the house key. Alejandria, still sitting in the backseat, wanted to add her word into this… Even though it wasn’t concerning her.

“It’s hard for her… She knows that she’ll never get to know her real father… And now, Zita who gave up on us…” It was hard for both of them, but Alejandria had a better time dealing with this, whereas Michelle was angry at the whole world. Goran didn’t think that it still gave Michelle the right to act like this and disrespect him.

“She’s a stubborn lil girl and she speaks like a trucker!!!! I’m the one taking care of both of you know. She will have to respect me if she wants to stay! She’s grounded for the weekend…”

When Goran mentioned that Michelle was grounded for the weekend, Alejandria’s brown eyes widened in horror… It was the airshow weekend and Michelle had waited for this weekend for two years. The lil blonde gal had a penchant for airplanes and The Las Vegas air show had been announced a few weeks back, promising to be the best ever with all those aircrafts coming from everywhere across the USA.

“Oh no, it’s the Air Show weekend!!” As if Goran didn’t know when Alejandria pointed out the obvious.

“She should’ve known better! It will teach her a lesson! Come on, let’s get out of the car…” Alejandria stepped out of the car and went straight to her shower once she got inside. Their Uncle’s house was quite spacious, with 4 Bedrooms and 3 bathrooms, the girls couldn’t complain about their new place…

Alejandria was on her way out of the bathroom all dressed in a Smurf Pajamas when she heard Goran speaking in a strict voice to Michelle in her bedroom. The door was half opened and Alejandria could clearly hear them arguing again.

“You’re grounded for the weekend...I’m going to show you what respect is!...”

Alejandria stopped dead in her tracks knowing well that Michelle would react wildly about it. She liked airplanes like no other girls of her age and Goran had just cut her the last bit of freedom she was hanging onto.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Michelle yelled as loud as she could, before it turned into loud sobs.

“YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!!!!” Michelle was seen storming out of her bedroom, dressed into the same pajamas as her half sister… When Goran saw that she had followed him out of her bedroom, he pointed at her bedroom with his long index finger.

“GET BACK IN YOUR ROOM AND RIGHT NOW!! Trust me, I can do it and I will do it Michelle! I’ll teach you a hard lesson that you’ll remember for the rest of your life…” She was indeed going to remember it for the rest of her life… When Michelle saw that her uncle was quite serious about it, the teenage girl returned to her bedroom unwillingly and cried out loudly.

Poor Alejandria who had been mixed into Michelle’s fight with Goran. She liked her sister, but Michelle could be so intense sometimes… Alejandria got into her bedroom as well, not trying to go over her sister’s, knowing well that she was very angry. Alejandria’s bedroom was right across’ Michelle and even with the doors shut from Michelle and Alejandria’s bedroom, the 14 years old girl could still hear her sister cries coming from her bedroom.

Alejandria gently slid underneath her sheets and placed her earbuds in her ears, turning on an old iPod her father Pedro had given her… Silent Lucidity by Queenryche echoed in her ears, finally burying Michelle’s heart wrenching cries from behind closed doors… Slowly her brown eyes gave up and Alejandria fell asleep with the melody trapped in her ears…

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Rukiko Changes — Before and After

This post is written together with @yuriko-tsukino-rp's admin.

We got inspired by @mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat's and @mukami-kou-dazzlingpinkidol's post.

Ruki

Stubbornness

Ruki is damn stubborn when it comes to his ideals and judgments about certain things, especially when it concerns his human life before the turning and his benefactor Karlheinz. However, Yuriko is able to break through his stubbornness and makes him reconsider his views.

Cold-hearted

Cold-hearted and merciless, Ruki shows no empathy for humans. He sees them merely as livestock, a source of food for survival and an occupation to kill some boredom. Yuriko slowly melted that iceberg and drove away some of that coldness. She alone gets to feel his warmth. Towards others, he is still acting cold-hearted.

Composure

Ruki is a calm and collected man. He keeps his composure in almost every situation. His expression seems cold and he doesn't raise his voice. Something heavy has to happen before he gets out of his shell. But when it comes to Yuriko his coolness can disappear very quickly. Jealousy, bloodthirst and also lust are triggers that make him go berserk. He can lose control and shows a completely different side of himself. Of course, he would never hurt or even kill Yuriko. But in the face of potential threats like other men he doesn't hold back. Out of jealousy Ruki is ready to murder for Yuriko.

Punishments

His whole life, Ruki punished people who, in his opinion, had done something wrong. Already in his childhood, he was excessively strict with his servants. As a vampire, however, his punishments reached a new level. Brutal and merciless he let his prey suffer. Yuriko also got to feel this. But Ruki soon realized that he wasn't teaching Yuriko with his punishments, but scared her and driving her away from him. Afraid that one day he would go too far and lose Yuriko, he stopped his sadistic actions towards her. Nowadays, Yuriko has to do more household chores when Ruki thinks punishment is in order.

Jealousy

In the beginning of the relationship, Ruki was overcome with jealousy. So much that he even killed someone once. He punished Yuriko for just looking at pictures of other men. Little by little Ruki learned to live with his jealousy and to deal with it. By now he is able to think before he acts.

Killing

In the past, Ruki wasn't afraid to torture and kill. But with Yuriko's appearance this changed. However, not because his conviction changed in this regard, but because Yuriko asked him not to kill anyone anymore. Afraid of losing Yuriko because of the murders, he stopped and spared the lives of his enemies.

Scars

Ruki doesn't want anyone to touch his scars, neither is he willing to talk about them. But since Yuriko stated she would like to hear the story and wanted to caress his backside too, Ruki reluctantly agreed to this. The moment was both uncomfortable and soothing for him at the same time. He still prefers Yuriko to touch him in other ways but she is the only one who is now allowed to run her fingers over his scars too.

Leaving comfort zone

Ruki is usually reluctant to try out something new, unless it's a potentially tasty recipe. But with Yuriko, he has found himself doing things he never imagined of doing. As allowing Yuriko to touch his scars shows, Ruki has slowly started to be more willing to leave his comfort zone for her every now and then. He doesn't do that without reasoning though.

Trust

Abandoned by his father and mother, betrayed by people and treated badly, Ruki lost his trust in humanity, especially in women. Initially, Ruki saw Yuriko acting as a kind of threat and sometimes reacted very indignantly. But Yuriko didn't give up and continued to fight. Slowly, piece by piece, she gained Ruki's trust. She stayed by his side no matter what he said or did. Ruki appreciated this fact very much, opened up to her and became much calmer about betrayal. Meanwhile, Yuriko has become the person Ruki trusts the most and he returns the same to her without hesitation.

Nightmares

Before Ruki shared the bed with Yuriko, his sleep was regularly plagued by bad nightmares. But since her warm body lies next to him, the nightmares have almost completely disappeared. Very rarely now, his nightly rest is disturbed by these bad dreams. At first, Ruki was very uncomfortable when Yuriko realized he was having a nightmare. He didn't want her to see him so weak. Without saying another word, he retreated to the bathroom and tried to calm down there again. However, Yuriko wanted to be there for him and decided to follow him one day. Of course he reacted rudely, scolding her and threatening punishment. Yuriko ignored his behavior and comforted him anyway. Her soothing words helped him to calm down. Gradually, Ruki understood better and better that there was no reason to hide from her because of his nightmares. Nowadays, he even wakes her up and asks for her comfort.

Softness

Ruki is a sadistic, dominant vampire who shows no mercy. To achieve his goal he plays dirty. Hard punishments are ruthlessly carried out. But when he met Yuriko, this changed. So much that his brothers even tease him about how soft he has become. Yuriko literally pulled out his fangs in their eyes. Yet, jealousy can make his softness disappear in no time.

Spoiled

Ruki is used to do everything alone. He is the big brother who looks after everyone and handles everything. So he now also takes care of Yuriko. What he didn't expect was that Yuriko would take care of him in the same way. This fact was new to him and gave him tense times every now and then. But in the meantime he has gotten used to it and even lets Yuriko spoil him.

Wishes

Ruki always tried to please everyone. He fulfilled the wishes of his benefactor, those of his brothers and now Yuriko's as well. Over it he forgot completely his own needs. He sacrificed himself for others without paying attention to himself. Yuriko tried to change this slowly and asked for Ruki's wishes. But she got the same answer every time. "Just stay by my side. I don't need anything else. I only need you." Yuriko explained to him over and over again that it was okay for him to express what he wanted. Gradually, Ruki understood the meaning of her words and now tries to express his wishes to her.

Making Friends

Ruki is very possessive. Yuriko belongs to him and him alone. It bothered him a lot when she tried to make new friends. He just couldn't understand why she did that. Often the two argued and Ruki told Yuriko that she didn't need anyone else but him. It took some time for Ruki to realize that Yuriko felt lonely and that friends aren't a threat. Today Yuriko has friends that Ruki accepts. Every now and then, however, some jealousy arises. But together with Yuriko he works on it.

Yuriko

Shyness

Yuriko used to be really shy and insecure before she met Ruki. While she still has these traits she also has become more bold and outspoken. Not just with Ruki but other people as well, especially the Mukami family.

Fighting Back

Yuriko didn't have the guts to stand up for herself and she simply took everything, hiding her feelings the best she could. Even though she still does this at times, she has grown the courage to disagree with Ruki and even talking back and fighting with him if needed.

Trust

Because of her experience of people leaving her, Yuriko had trust issues. These aren't completely gone but she has learned to trust more and more. She doesn't fear (that much) of Ruki leaving her anymore and she says she trusts him with all her heart.

Spoiled

When Yuriko was living with her father she was used to not getting anything for herself. The little money she had she saved to buy second hand books and sometimes other nice things. Now, she can have the clothes she likes and eat someone else's (Ruki's) cooking. Aside from that Ruki takes very good care of her, making sure she has everything she needs and yearns.

Wishes

Since Yuriko was used to not getting anything for herself she wasn't comfortable voicing out her wishes. Ruki asking them confused her but since Ruki kept going, she has learned that her wishes matter. And not only that, she now knows that telling Ruki she wishes something makes him consider his actions and might even change the course of the conversation. She sometimes uses this to her advantage.

Making Friends

Slowly Yuriko has been making friends. While Ruki would love to keep her all for him, she is happy to do things with her friends and this little freedom has only made her love Ruki even more.

⚠️ NSFW Changes under the Cut ⚠️

Ruki

Horniness and Sex Drive

Ruki was a master of self-control. Whether sucking blood or craving sex, he kept his composure and restrained himself. Only every now and then he had a need for blood and sex. With Yuriko, however, this changed very quickly. For some unknown reason, Ruki is horny for Yuriko 24/7. One touch of her is enough and he is literally on fire. Since the two are together, he sees no reason to hold back and lives out his sexual urges to the fullest.

Dominance

A dominant master who always has everything under control. Being on top is Ruki's preference. He enjoys submissiveness and begging. However, together with Yuriko, he discovered something new that he liked. Yuriko on his lap, riding him. In this intimate moment he is ready to give up some control and lets her do what she wants. However, in order not to give the wrong impression, he is very careful to make it clear that he is the master here as well. Whether words or a teasing jacking up, Ruki shows Yuriko the limits.

Yuriko

Horniness and Sex Drive

Before meeting Ruki, Yuriko had no idea how horny she could be. He opened her door to a new world and now she doesn't want to close it anymore. Yuriko's sex drive is high but she was a virgin before she met Ruki. He made her discover this side of her.

Kinkiness

Yuriko had no idea that she loves to be bitten but Ruki's fangs piercing her skin started to turn her on even before they had had any true sexual contact. It took a while for her to understand this. Later, she has discovered other kinky likings with Ruki… and there are probably still some new pleasures for them to find.