#who cares if going on t makes me less hot as a girl I’m not a girl I just do drag

[revanchistsuperstar]

Oh lol I just realized something that I just never explicitly mentioned here after taking a hiatus from tumblr and then just coming back like nothing happened:

When I was running this blog back in the day and it was an SPN blog (yeah I know) that slowly shifted into a Star Wars blog, and I was vaguely popular cosplayer, I was pretty well known for the fact that identified as genderqueer and bisexual.

Yeah I went back on my adhd medication and actually was able to focus on the triggers for my dysphoria and what I was feeling for the first time in 10 years and realized I’m a gay man whoops

[seravphs]

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — MICHAEL KAISER x FEM READER

Kaiser’s always there for you after a failed date. Maybe this time he has something better than advice. 

wc — 800

tags — friends to lovers, confession

“It can’t be that bad.” 

“The man I’m dating is a flat earther.” 

Kaiser wordlessly pushes his drink towards you in a show of support. You down the glass, relishing the burn as it goes down. It’s wet and cold with condensation, and not an altogether terrible cure to alleviate your headache. 

“Any other conspiracy theories he believes in? Maybe tinfoil hats?”

“Kaiser - this is not helping.”

This is a weekly ritual that’s the only constant in your life. You switch jobs often. Shitty boyfriends come and go. But Kaiser and Lunar Love, your favorite local bar, are always the way you end your Friday nights. 

You don’t know when the tradition started, but it probably happened sometime between meeting Kaiser when you were working a low-level job for the JPN Football Association and crying into his rock hard shoulder after your sixth failed first date in a row. 

Bad things happen during the week. You dump them on Kaiser on Fridays. That’s just how it goes. 

You would feel bad, but Kaiser’s really, really terrible at comforting people anyway. Not only is he too muscular to be a good pillow - you still wince recalling how sore your neck had been the morning after you slept on his shoulder - but even his attempts at making you feel better with words sucks. 

Guy talked about his ex the whole time? 

“Ditch him and leave with the breadsticks.” 

It doesn’t matter if you tell him that’s bad advice. Kaiser doesn’t care about normal benchmarks for propriety and manners and social standards. He just does whatever he wants whenever he wants, and he expects you to follow suit. 

When your boyfriend of two months had ditched you to watch Kaiser’s football match with his friends, Kaiser had laughed himself silly while you complained to him on the phone later. 

“Quit football,” you tell him. 

“What, so your lame boyfriend will pay more attention to you? No way!” 

“I just don’t get what I’m doing wrong,” you groan.

“It’s not your fault the men you date are assholes - well no, it kind of is. Stop dating assholes, I guess.” 

“Don’t blame the victim!” 

But then there was the time the man you were meeting for a first date had tried to get you to join his cult. 

You had texted Kaiser an SOS under the table as the man and the two other cult recruiters he brought with him (who brings plus ones, much less plus twos to a date?) tried to convince you to give up the life of ‘sin’ you were leading. 

You should’ve known he was too hot to be true. That’s how they get you, you think ruefully. Now you’re stuck at this table trying to make excuses for living a life of debauchery when- 

“Excuse me,” Kaiser says. “What are you doing with my girlfriend?” 

Your head snaps up. 

“What are you doing?” You mouth at him. 

You look at the cultists. He’s making it worse. Oh, he’s definitely making it worse. One girl has her hand raised to her mouth in shock and horror. Another is actively praying for god to deliver you from evil. 

“Come on, honey,” he says, tugging you up from your seat. “It’s time to go home.” 

“Miss,” says the original cultist who asked you on the date. He really is cute, with a sweet and earnest face that makes you want to coo over him if he wasn’t actively trying to indoctrinate you. “If you leave now, your soul will never be saved.” 

Kaiser makes a face like he’s thinking about doing something very inappropriate for fun, and that’s when you rush out of there. Once you’re on the sidewalk, you slow down, walking hand in hand as you head towards his car. He swings your arm a little. 

“One day,” he sighs, “I’m not going to be around to rescue you.” 

“No you won’t,” you tell him with a grin. “You love me too much for that.” 

“Yeah,” he says with a rueful smile as he opens the passenger door for you. “I do.” 

That’s how you know Kaiser really does care about you. He cared enough to show up and rescue you. Maybe not the best way he could’ve done it, but still. 

That and the fact that he wouldn’t be paying for twenty dollar cocktails just to hear you whine about your love life if he didn’t care about you, but he’s just not great at showing that love. 

Case in point: “Just give up on your shitty dating life,” Kaiser says, rolling his eyes. 

“Excuse me?” You say, outraged. “It’s not like people are lining up to date me, mister!” 

“Why do you need a line?” He looks annoyed. “I’m right here. I’ve been here all along.” 

Bonus: Kaiser’s name in his contacts for you is “miss unlucky-in-love”. When you start dating, he changes it to “lucky” and forces you to change his to “good luck charm.”

[racetrackthehiggins]

rental return

ficlet based on this post by @callmeloverr​! read here or on ao3

Fall '85

Two hours.  Two entire hours Eddie had been sitting outside Family Video with his hand caught in the video return slot, waiting for anyone to show up and open the fucking store.  His fingers felt swollen and were throbbing but his rings were caught on the slot and his fingers were trapped clutching the copy of This Is Spinal Tap he had been hoping to return on his way to school.

And now it had been two hours, Eddie was late for class, and he had to fucking piss.

Several people had opened their car windows as they drove by to jeer and laugh, but so far no one had decided to like, help—which is exactly what Eddie should have fucking expected from Hawkins, but it didn’t make it suck any less.

Finally, finally someone drove up to Family Video.  From his position sitting on the ground, he saw the green vest before he saw who was wearing it.  Just his fucking luck.  Of course it was Steve Harrington and not that geeky band girl, or the dorky guy (who may have been in Eddie’s original graduating class, but really who could remember at this point?)

Harrington stopped short in front of him and gave Eddie a withering look.  He looked much worse than Eddie had ever seen him, bags under his eyes and hair deflated.  He opened his mouth to say something, looked Eddie up and down, and then shook his head.  “Need some help there, Munson?”

“Harrington, your highness.”  Eddie made an extravagant gesture with his arm.  “Please excuse my impropriety—I would bow, but I’m a little indisposed at the moment.”

Harrington narrowed his eyes at Eddie for a moment and then he snorted, shaking his head again.  “Yeah, whatever.  You need a hand?”

Eddie nodded emphatically.  “Yeah, man.  Take your polaroid or whatever, because I’ve been stuck here for like two hours, and I need to piss like a racehorse.  And also it’s like…third period.”

“Oh yeah, Henderson said you were still working towards that diploma.”  The mention of their shared friend only served to make Eddie feel even more self-conscious.  All Dustin could talk about was how cool Steve was, and how brave and badass, and here was Eddie, defeated by a video return slot.  “Let me just—”

Harrington pointed his thumbs towards the door, and unlocked it, not bothering to flip the sign to open.  Eddie took a moment to pray that Harrington wasn’t actually going to get a camera, but he’d take it if Harrington would help him out.  A moment later, Eddie felt the video being tugged out of his hand.  It hurt like a bitch to let go; immediately some of the blood rushed back into his fingers, hot and painful and throbbing.

“Fuck!” Eddie swore, pounding his other fist on his thigh.  Jesus fucking Christ that hurt.

“Sorry!” Harrington called through the slot, like he cared or something.   “Yeesh, your fingers are super red, dude.  I think I need to take your rings off to get your hand out, that okay?”

Eddie slammed his head back into the window in defeat.  “Yeah, man, whatever it takes.  Take off my rings, slather me in oil, I don’t care.  As previously established, I got places to be, bathrooms to use.”

Harrington snorted another laugh.  It was weird, Eddie distinctly remembered King Steve’s terrible hyena laugh, him and Tommy H. cackling like assholes as Eddie was tripped in the hall, but Harrington’s laugh seemed so subdued now.  He seemed so subdued, like all the asshole had been sucked out of him with a bendy straw.

“Is that movie any good?” Harrington asked neutrally, pulling on a ring.   It was one of Eddie’s chunkier ones, and it wasn’t budging.  Eddie prayed (again) that the oil wouldn’t actually become necessary.  Asshole or no, Eddie was not immune to hot men holding lubricant.

He was momentarily distracted with an image of Steve Harrington positively glistening with baby oil and it took him a moment to realize Harrington was prompting him again.  “I’m sorry?”

“The movie?  Spinal Tap or whatever?  Henderson said it was good but some of Henderson’s taste is…”

“Questionable,” Eddie finished with a laugh.  The ring came off all at once and Eddie had to take a deep breath to keep from yelling.  Fuck, that hurt.

“Yeah, questionable.  Sorry.”

Harrington’s fingers moved to the next ring, and Eddie was deeply preoccupied with the image of Steve Harrington on his knees worshiping at Eddie’s rings. His dick made a little confused twinge and Eddie smacked himself in the thigh again in the hopes that would do anything, but his dick seemed determined to persevere.  Jesus, he needed to get laid.  “Yeah, it’s a good time.  Very funny, if you like comedies.”

Another ring came off and Eddie swore again.  

“Two more,” Harrington said cheerfully, like Eddie didn’t know how many rings he had on.  Harrington’s fingers were strong and also kind of soft, and moved over Eddie’s fingers like they knew each other, like this wasn’t a weird thing for two virtual strangers with mostly shared animosity to be stuck doing.

“Thanks,” Eddie replied sarcastically, but immediately felt bad when Harrington responded with a genuine sounding, “No problem.”  Oh god, was Eddie the asshole in this situation?  Would wonders never cease?

The last two took a little muscle and featured Harrington making some truly pornographic noises, and Eddie was probably going to hell for sexualizing his rescuer, but that was the purview of a damsel in distress, wasn’t it?  Besides it was sort of intimate, in a fucked up way, and Harrington’s hands were…distracting to say the least.

“All done!”

Eddie pulled his hand through the slot slowly.  It was red and bruised, but probably no permanent damage.  He wondered if he was getting his rings back, or if Harrington was going to keep them as some sort of Embarrassed The Freak trophy.  “Awesome.  Very good customer service, I’ll be sure to tell your boss.”  Harrington snorted again.  “Do you have a bathroom I can use before I turn the side of your building into one?”

“Gross,” Harrington muttered, like Eddie (and all of Hawkins High) hadn’t caught the basketball team collectively pissing on the side of the gym like some sort of terrible bonding ritual.  He opened the door for Eddie, though, locking it behind them.  He extended his hand with Eddie’s rings on it like a platter.  “Here are your evil satan rings.”

“Thank you,” Eddie said, grabbing them and shoving them into his pocket.  Maybe he’d take a break from rings today.  “Evil satan rings are expensive to replace.  But again, and I cannot stress this enough, bathroom?”

That surprised a full laugh out of Harrington.  “This way, you freak.”  It was the same insult it had always been, but it sounded almost fond?   Eddie didn’t know what to do with that.  Maybe the two hours baking in the sun while he waited to be rescued had given him heat stroke or something.  Steve unlocked the back room and gestured to the bathroom.   “I’m making coffee, want any?”

Eddie bolted to the bathroom, and took care of business at light speed.  It was surprisingly neat for a bathroom used primarily by two men, but maybe that was band girl’s influence.  Or hell, maybe Harrington was secretly a neat freak.  

“Nah.”  Eddie walked out of the bathroom wiping his hand on paper towels, and watching Harrington measure Folgers into the same piece of shit coffee maker that Eddie and Wayne used.  It was jarring to see King Steve so used to a cheap ass product.  It was incongruous with who Eddie knew Steve to be.  Probably his coffee maker at home was like, solid gold or something.  Or no, wait—didn't gold melt easily?  “Gotta get to school.”

Steve glanced at the clock.  “Dude, you’ve already missed like, half of third period.  Just have a cup of coffee and skip it.”  Well, when he put it that way.  Eddie nodded and Steve scooped a few more plastic spoonfuls of coffee into the pot.  “How do you take it?”

“Up the ass,” Eddie said sweetly, completely unable to stop himself.  “Oh, do you mean my coffee?”

Eddie was a little surprised that the only reaction that elicited was a roll of the eyes.  “Yes, your coffee, dude, what the fuck.”

“Black is fine.”  Black was very much not fine, but that seemed like overly personal information for Harrington to have.  Eddie had already revealed a movie he liked, this would be too much.  

Harrington fixed him with another withering look, hands on his hips, and yeah, Dustin had done a great job describing that look, and yes, it did make Eddie feel slightly ashamed, despite the fact he was several years older than King Steve.  “Okay, I know that isn’t true, because when it was Dustin’s turn to bring snacks to your hell club, he wanted to bring something sweet because he was trying to suck up to you, and apparently your sweet tooth is legendary.  And I know this, because Dustin has never baked anything in his life, and my cookies are like, life-changing.”

Eddie spent a long moment staring at the coffee pot and clenching his teeth.  Dustin, that little rat bastard, had revealed his weakness to the enemy—and not only that, the enemy did make life-changing cookies.  “Like four sugars and some milk,” Eddie said after a moment, still not making eye contact with Harrington.  If Harrington knew things about him—what?  This wasn’t high school anymore, it’s not like Harrington could hurt him socially. Hell, it wasn’t like Eddie could even really be hurt socially anymore, he was at the bottom of the food chain.

Maybe it just made Harrington seem like a human, if they knew info about each other.  Less like the platonic ideal of shitty preppy rich kid, and more like a worn out former classmate who seemed stuck in a dead end job.

“You got it.”  The coffee pot sputtered to a stop, and Harrington made them both coffees in shitty styrofoam cups.  He handed Eddie’s to him carefully and then extended his cup for, what?  A clink?  Eddie obliged him, feeling entirely bewildered, and Steve smiled at him.

No, stop that.   Not Steve, Harrington.  

“Cheers,” he said weakly, and took a swig of the coffee.  It was standard shitty fare, but it was what Eddie had at home, too.  Harrington had done a good job with it, and Eddie wished he had been paying attention to how Harrington had done his own cup.  Just so the scales would be balanced on personal coffee knowledge.

“What do you have third period?”

None of your business, he thought.  “Mrs. Click,” Eddie moaned instead, drowning his sorrows in more coffee.  “She’s trying to fail me so hard.”  He wasn’t sure why he was sharing any of this shit with Harrington, but he was here, so…

“Yeah, she’s a total bitch.”  Harrington looked like he wanted to say something else, when there was suddenly a pounding at the door.  They both spun to look at the glass door in alarm, but Harrington’s weight shifted like he was preparing for a fight, which was…odd.  To Eddie’s knowledge, Steve had barely had fights and hadn’t won any of them.

It was some old woman who was yelling through the gap in the door, “Excuse me!  It’s 11:30!  The door says 11!  I need to rent a video.”

Steve’s shoulders dropped and he chugged the rest of his coffee.  “Sorry, duty calls.”  He started walking back into the store proper.

Eddie waved him off, finishing his too, and followed on Steve’s heels.  “Thank you, m’lord.  For the help.”  Eddie did fall into a dramatic bow this time, and Steve laughed again.  

“Asshole.  Try not sticking your entire hand in there next time.  Just the video will do.”

Eddie saluted, and wow, he was laying it on a little thick, even for him.   “Got it.  Let me know if you need any…goods and/or services.  Discounts offered for services rendered.”

Steve was shaking his head in some combination of bafflement and amusement.  “Dude, you sound so much like Henderson.  Get to class, Munson.”

Eddie waited for Steve to unlock the door and made a beeline for his van.  A thoroughly weird morning, but at least it was the weirdest thing that could possibly happen to him this year.  Small mercies, etc.

[nihyunluvskookie]

His betrayal

Seungcheol one shot

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol × Fem reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Gun, breaking of glass, mention of betrayal, please let me know if I missed any warnings

Word count: 1.2K

Author’s Note: This was in draft and I don’t remember since when, but this was also impulsive. Hope you like this, mafia Seungcheol.

LIKE IMAGINE HIM SO HOT IN MAFIA AAHHHH

happy reading :)

Taglist (networks) : @kflixnet @caratwritersclub

I just had one aim right now and that was to kill him right now, with the gun he gave me which had my initials engraved. I wanted answers, I couldn’t care less about anything right now. I ignored everything and went to his office.

I slammed the door open, and he didn’t even look surprised, as if he was waiting for me to come; he still had that heartless cold face. “What are you doing here?” I ignored his question and held the gun tight. I pointed the gun at him, “WHY WOULD YOU LIE TO ME?”

“I told you to leave and never come back ever again.” I couldn’t take his words anymore, the way he hurt me a few hours ago, I was ready to leave in grief but then the moment everything became clear, his intentions, his dirty tricks, and the way he used me just to gain power and take down my family. I couldn’t care less how much I was broken right now but I needed answers and I wanted to end everything. I’m not going to take his orders anymore, the girl who was ready to take orders from him and leave was long gone.

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME CHOI SEUNGCHEOL?” I never raised my voice at him.

“Put that gun down.” His orders weren’t going to work for me anymore.

“Tell me or else I’ll shoot you right now.” I wanted my tears to stop, but they weren’t. I wasn’t in my fucking right mind. How am I supposed to stay sane when he was my first for everything and he betrayed me just like that? How many times I told myself that I shouldn’t have trusted his words but I was the fool, who fell in love with him and trusted him with my everything.

“I’m telling you again, put that gun down.” His dominating voice was scaring me, making my body go through chills but I couldn’t back off. He could make me feel intimidated but not right now, I can’t let him make me feel that.

“Answer me or else I’ll shoot you!” I needed answers from him, why would he do this?

“Was none of these true?” tears threatening to fall again; I aimed at his window and pulled the trigger with all the force. The moment I heard the glasses break, I felt at peace.

“JESUS CHRIST, AZALEA PUT THAT GUN DOWN.”

“Not until you tell me everything, I will kill you and everyone today” I didn’t lie when I said that. I had my mind set, on shooting him first and not caring about any consequences, because I very well knew what his best friend would do to me if I hurt Seungcheol. Was everything a game to him? Was I a game to him?

As soon as I said, I heard footsteps approaching, “Are you okay?” I didn’t have to turn around to feel guns pointing at me and Jeonghan standing there as the head. One order from him and I’m done. “Don’t you dare to shoot. Leave, I’ve got her.”

The footsteps started disappearing and my grip got tighter around the gun; he was trying to take a step toward me, “Don’t take a step, or else I will shoot you Seungcheol. I’m not even scared of anything anymore. Not after you made a damn game out of me.”

“Azalea, calm down. Slowly, calm down.” No matter how much his voice tried to calm me down, but I wouldn’t; the rage flowing inside drove me insane. Everything turned upside down in a second.

The moment I found out his plotting, making me fall in love with him, manipulating me into telling him everything about my family and what is my dad up to, and he was going to destroy my whole family, take over the whole familia, and make our family go bankrupt, I’m not letting him hurt me and my family. I can’t see my mom and my sister crying because of this one asshole I fell in love with.

“It’s simple, tell me or else I kill you and kill myself right after that” I took a deep breath, “because you made a fool out of me” I closed my eyes to stop the tears remembering how I witnessed his conversation with my dad and then I felt a sudden force on my hands and the gun fell but before I could hold it, he caught the gun and twisted my hand. “I always told you never to be distracted when you set your mind on killing someone.” That’s when I knew I messed up. He pushed me towards a wall, still holding one of my hands, my back touching the cold wall of his office. He lifted my face using the gun, I was holding before; I wanted the tears to stop but the moment I felt him so close to me, it reminded me of the moments we spent together till today and everything turned out to be a lie, so that he could use me against my own family later.

He forced me to look at him, “Look at me”

“why would you do that!” I screamed in his face, I was hurt, I wasn’t okay, he had to know how much I hated myself for believing him and his lies, he had to know how much I regretted loving him and I wanted to hate him right now but the love I had for him could never compare. I didn’t want to break down infront of him but nothing was helping me out, not even the fully loaded gun forcing me to look at him. “I did this to save you princess” his voice was low; it was enough for me to listen.

“Shut up Choi Seungcheol. Shut the fuck up” my voice was the only thing I could hear right now, “WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE”

“Sweetheart, I told you not to fall in love with the demon” and he loosened the grip of his hand on my wrist, I wanted to hit him push him but I felt like I had no energy left after I was battling with myself

“Why would you do this Seungcheol….” I started hitting him with all the force I had “Why would you do this to me Cheol?!” he lowered his gun, and it fell on the floor. I broke down in his arms, gripping his shirt, where I was hitting him earlier. His arms wrapped around me, “It started as a lie but I thought I could let you go so that we could pretend none of this happened but this feels impossible. This was the only way to push you away, this world is not for you. There was a reason you were kept away from all of this princess.” My sobs were getting louder, I needed to cry and let it out.

“I started loving you so bad that it hurts so much why would you do this to me Seungcheol why” he was caressing my hair, “I love you Azalea”

“Why would you do this, why?! You know I can’t live without you and I won’t let you live today” I grabbed the gun before he had the chance. I pointed it towards his heart, “Shoot me. If you think I’m still lying.” I wasn’t going to believe him anymore.

“Stop it Seungcheol, I’m not believing you anymore, you lied to me, and you broke me to the extent that I can never trust anyone anymore.”

“Remember I love you and will love you but what you did to me was unforgivable.” And I pulled the trigger.

[ilguna]

☼ hear my song (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; you want the first man that falls victim to your song, not knowing that he would end up being thrown overboard by his own crew.

warnings; swearing, death mention, the urge to eat humans.

wc; 2k

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“We’re going to have to move.” Atlas tells you. You’ve known her since you were a baby, the two of you were raised together. She’s less of a best friend, and more of a sister. She’s laying on her stomach on the smooth rock beside you, the end of her tail barely reaching the water, “They don’t come by anymore.”

There’s clear, blue skies as far as your eyes can see. There’s not a single hint of a storm coming your way, the waves are calm, trying to reach you from below. The sun is hot, but you don’t burn.

“I wonder who’s fault that is.” You say, looking past her, to the other cluster of rocks twenty feet away. It holds the other group of girls you grew up with, except you never attached to them the same way you did with Atlas. “If they knew self control, the ships wouldn’t be wary about coming this way.”

The last time you saw a ship was a couple months ago, which is a long time to go without seeing anyone, especially since there used to be so many that would pass in the span of two weeks. You thought you wouldn’t have to move again for a few years, you were so excited to stop searching for good places to stay.

And you tried to be careful and vigilant when it came to them attacking the ships. They couldn’t do it too often, otherwise they’d catch on and stop coming this way. They promised they were picking and choosing because they hated the idea of moving just as much as you did.

It’s clear they couldn’t control themselves. How could they? They’ve never seen so much fresh meat in their entire lives, and it was right at their fingertips. It turned from indulging every now and then, to gorging themselves each time a ship passed just because they could. And now you’re fucked.

You’d give them a piece of your mind, except it’s all wasted words. They don’t care to listen to you, and you’ve already decided that when you do relocate, they’re not coming with.

“It was bound to happen.” She twists her red hair around her finger, creating a knot because it’s wet.

You cross your arms, “Yes, but we’d have a few more months, at least.” You sigh, “I’ve been trying to scout new places, and it’s going to be impossible to find as nice of a spot as right here, unless we get closer to land.”

“Too risky.” She murmurs, “We’ll be spotted.”

“I know, that’s why I”ve been putting it off. We’re going to have to, eventually.” You look down at her, “I’m not going with them again.”

“Safety in numbers, (Y/n). If we split, we have a bigger chance of getting caught by the spits. It’s easier to grin and bear.” She picks at her teeth, “And we promised to stay together.”

“I don’t think we’ll get caught easier. We’re faster than they are.”

“Unless they use their nets.” She meets your eyes. “We could always go back home.”

“That’s not happening.” You close your eyes, shaking your head. 

Just picturing home gives you a headache. If your mom even knew how bad your perfect opportunities were going, she’d never leave you alone about it. Everyone would hear that you couldn’t pull together a group of girls to survive. And then she’d go on to tell you how she did it when she was your age, so you should be able to, too.

And the land that they stay on is crowded. You’re always worried that five is too many to have here, but there’s over twenty where they’re staying. They have a list of which family gets the next boat to make sure that everyone gets a turn. Here, you’re struggling to impose the same concept. Solely because they think that it should be fair game. 

You’re not home anymore, so the rules shouldn’t apply. 

Well, that’s what you thought too at first, but it’s gotten old since.

“It’s an option.”

“For you, it may be. For me, it’s a last resort.” You open your eyes, staring out at the ocean. You sit upright, leaning forward, squinting to get a better look. You can see something bobbing from left to right, riding the ocean. Your face smooths, “That ship is mine!”

The girls on the neighboring rock hush, their attention turning to the water to find what you saw so easily. It’s quite a large ship, which is unusual. The big ones don’t come by anymore, because the sailors are experienced, they know better than to come this way.

It’s the new sailors that you’ve been feasting on, entire ships of men blindly throw themselves over the side. The five of you will pick the ones you want, drowning them, and then eating their bodies over a period of time. It’s become a routine now.

“There’s got to be twenty on there.” One of the girls says.

“We’re not taking all of them!” You snap at her, “Just enough. The bodies will rot and go to waste.”

“That doesn’t bother us.” Another one says, raising her eyebrows.

“I said no.” You hiss, “It’s not happening.”

She rolls her eyes, turning her body away from you and Atlas. They might be disobedient, but they know not to challenge you when you’re sitting right here. You could kill all three of them, and send their bodies floating back to their parents. The only reason why you haven’t yet, is because you’re not ready to give home up just yet.

None of you move from the rocks, watching for hours as the ship slowly comes closer. It’s not windy as it normally is, so they’re relying on the waves to bring them in this direction. They’ve started to come in at an angle, now, the ship almost parallel to the island where you live.

“What are they doing?” Atlas asks, moving to sit, “They don’t get this close. Do you think they’ll attack?”

“They’ll lose, no matter how many are on that ship. Five voices is enough to kill them at once.” Your face is twisted.

You won’t even have to project your voice over the water. At this distance, you’ll just have to be loud. You can see why she’s getting antsy, though. You would be too, if you thought you were in danger.

You suck in a breath, starting the fire note, “Upon one summer’s morning, I carefully did stray. Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay.”

You can see a few of the sailors come to the side of the boat. Quickly, it jerks so it’s turned so that you can see the full side. They look over the railing, staring between you and Atlas, and the other cluster of rocks. There’s six of them.

They back off, disappearing.

“What if they shoot us?” Atlas whispers, “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

You ignore her, “Conversing with a bouncing lass, who seemed to be in pain. Saying WIlliam, when you go, I fear you will never return again.”

“(Y/n), please, I have a bad feeling.” She grabs your arm.

“My heart is pieced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold.” You sing.

They appear again, weaponless at the railing.

“His hair it hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal. My happiness attend him wherever he may go, from Tower Hill to Blackwall, I’ll wander, weep and moan.”

They must bend over, disappearing underneath.

“The cannons.” Atlas is scooting backward.

“All for my jolly sailor, until he sails home.” You grab onto her wrist to keep her from fleeing.

“Why aren’t they coming over the side?” She asks, pulling at her wrist, “Please.”

“My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me, but my jolly sailor bold.”

They shoot upright, hauling something over the side. A writhing figure, trying desperately to stay with them. They give him one last shove, before letting him go completely. You watch the man’s shirt whip at his skin, and for a moment, he looks perfect, until he hits the water.

It consumes him, he disappears completely.

“(Y/n)!” One of the girls shouts, “Don’t—!”

“Get them.” You order, letting go of Atlas, “It’s a mutiny.”

In the matter of seconds, your ears are filled with the same song you were singing, picking off where you left. You dive into the water, weaving through the water, feeling it caress your skin, letting you push deeper. You head straight for the man that’s been thrown in. 

It doesn’t take long for you to find him, stirring up bubbles around him, wiggling to get out of the ropes that bind his hands and legs together. And in his mouth, there’s a blue cloth tied between his teeth, further hindering his focus to get out. He’s sinking at a steady rate, it seems they put a cannon ball in a net, and then attached it to his feet.

You catch up with him, ripping through the rope that connects to the net with your nail. The man begins to fight, now, trying to kick you with his bound feet, face turning a bright shade of red. It’d be easy to let him go and drown, especially when he’s being so uncooperative and not appreciative of you beginning to save him in the slightest. If it weren’t for the fact that you like to catch your food. 

This is plain pitiful.

“Let’s go.” You say, grabbing the rope that binds his hands, starting to swim to the surface. 

You can hear their song from below the surface, reaching its end. When you look behind you, curious to see if it’s working, you can see several bodies plunge into the water, hands over their ears, squirming to get their ears to stop bleeding.

You pull the sailor above the water, ripping the cloth that’s clamped between his teeth. He doesn’t move, doesn’t open his eyes. His hair is stuck to his forehead, and his clothes are dragging him down.

“Is he alive?” Atlas asks, “Are you going to keep him alive?”

“I don’t see why not.” You reach over, squeezing his cheeks together, no response.

You begin to hum a melody, holding his head above water so that he has to listen to it. It doesn’t work for the first few notes, but his face suddenly twists, scrunching in pain. His eyes fly open, and he jerks to twist himself away from you.

You don’t let him, holding onto him tightly while you continue to pull him to shore. His eyes are sea-green, like the color of the moss that grows on rock back home. He swings his head to one side to get his blonde hair out of his face. When he scrunches his face, blinking the saltwater out of his eyes, dimples appear.

“Well, aren’t you a handsome sailor.” You muse, “Caught myself a good one.”

“Captain.” He snaps to correct you, “And you didn’t catch anything.”

“Well, Captain.” You purr the word, “You owe me your life now, don’t you?”

“No.” He throws his body back, trying to kick you. You grab his feet instead, dragging him through the water that way for a minute to teach him a lesson. His head is mostly underwater, not allowing him to breathe.

When you decide it’s enough, he comes back up sputtering, flinging water everywhere to get it off of his face. “You want to know why you owe me your life?” You ask, wiping the water from his eyes, turning him to face the boat, where the bodies of his crew have begun to resurface “I just did you a favor.”

[ghouletteanon]

Mushy May: Day 1 - Bathtime

It's Mushy May, it's Mountain Monday so of course I'll combine the two. Cumulus helping Mountain with his mane of hair, very mushy and affectionate. Bathing in a sauna counts as bath time, right?

Word count: 498. Rating: T, non-sexual nudity

“Be a dear and lean back for me,” Cumulus gently pushes Mountain with a soft hand on his back, and he complies with a fond smile. She had ambushed him in the garden shed earlier, dragging him to the baths after a long day in the gardens. She had already run him through a gauntlet, making him wash off the worst dirt in the lake before she sat him down on the bottom bench in the large sauna. The sauna is still warm, but nowhere as hot as when the fire ghouls bathed which suited Mountain and Cumulus just fine. It was just the two of them, unglamoured for once as there are no siblings around. Mountain’s antlers are almost as wide as the bench he’s sitting on, almost towering over Cumulus who is sitting on the top bench.

Mountain closes his eyes, feeling Cumulus scratch his scalp as she gently begins detangling the crow’s nest that Mountain’s mane has become. She passes the homemade bar of conditioner through his hair, the smell of lavender from Mountain’s personal garden spreading in the warm room. Taking care of his hair is a two-ghoul type of job, and he’s grateful that Cumulus has taken it upon herself to help him out. He usually ignores styling his hair, just putting his hair in a bun to get it out of the way when working in the garden but it is the night before they leave for tour, and it must be done. Lake water left his hair soft, unlike the water in the hotel rooms that made matted fur even worse.

Mountain starts purring when Cumulus starts just running her fingers through his hair, the tangles dealt with. Going back on tour feels much less daunting now that he’s warm all over and there are no knots pulling his scalp. Cumulus stops at some point, and Mountain registers that Cumulus asked a question. “I’m going to start rinsing now, alright baby?”

Mountain blinks sheepishly, having dozed off in the warmth of the room. “Yeah, sorry. Of course.”

“It’s alright, dear.” Cumulus chuckles, affection clear in her tone as she picks up the water basin and carefully pours it over Mountain’s hair, making sure none gets in the earth ghouls hair even as he scrubs out the leftover conditioner. “I’ll just wash your back and then you can get some sleep before we leave tomorrow.”

“Join me tonight?” Mountain asks, unsure if the ghoulette would even consider it as she usually holed up together with the rest of the ghoulettes.

“Of course,” Cumulus assures him as she lathers up the soap and then starts scrubbing Mountain’s back. “Copia will probably assign me and the girls together on tour again. I’ll miss my big boy.”

Mountain’s purrs rumble echo through the empty sauna again as Cumulus works in silence. Tomorrow, they would be confined in a small space with all the other band ghouls but tonight they could enjoy the sweet, sweet silence.

[oh-puffle-cakes19]

Jere’s clothes

Pairing - Jeremiah x reader

Summary - you come down by the pool side in Jeremiah’s clothes.

Warnings - none just fluff

A/N - Prompt list request (sorry, it won’t let me tag them) I hope you enjoy this! I appreciate all your love and support on my posts 🥰

“Wait are you wearing my clothes?”

You go upstairs to the bathroom. You go in Jeremiah’s room when you get an idea to wear his clothes, you pull out his t-shirt and shorts to wear.

Smiling how they fit good on you, going downstairs to greet him.

You look around to find your boyfriend, lounging on the pool side just where you left him. Conrad and belly in the pool splashing each other.

“Hi, I’m back.” You smile, Jeremiah looks up patting his lap. He takes you in his arms, he kisses your cheek.

“Hello Darling,” Jere pulls you into his arms more, snuggling you against him.

“Wait, are you wearing my clothes?” Jeremiah chuckles, now seeing you closer.

“Yes, hope you don’t mind. They are comfy,” You giggle, as he peppers kisses all long your neck and face.

“You look adorable Babe!” Jere whispers, “They look way better on you than me,” he winks, you ruffle his curly locks.

“Mm, debatable,” you tease, “You do look hot in your life guard outfit, I know all the girls try to flirt with you,”

“Hey, believe me you look Hot! Seeing your swim suit underneath my life guard top is making me go crazy,” Jeremiah smirks, “Who cares about other girls, Your My Girl Sweetheart! I have only got eyes for you Baby Cakes,”

Jere looks at you directly in the eye as you listen to his words. He leans into kiss you passionately on the lips, so soft and tender melting in the kiss.

“You are quite the charmer, Jere bear,” you wink teasing again, you kiss him again.

“Just for you,” He winks teasing back, “Nothing compares,”

In that moment, Belly and Conrad splash you with water.

“Enough with that PDA crab, get in the pool and have fun with us,” Belly shouted, splashing you again.

“Alright, alright,” Jeremiah and you jump into the pool, “Star fish coming through,” you both scream.

Making a huge splash at Conrad and Belly, all laughing at how chaotic you can get! 

You decide to play chicken again in the pool, after all it’s your favourite game to play! Jeremiah comes behind you like a sea monster, putting you on top of his shoulders.

“Ah, Jeremiah! A warning would of been nice,” You squeal, squishing his face with your thighs.

“Babe, try to do less squishing,” Jeremiah chuckles, he holds your legs on his shoulders.

Belly now on Conrad’s shoulders, ready to beat you. You and her pushing and pulling on each other, as Conrad and Jeremiah try to stay balanced.

Finally, Conrad and Belly topple over into the water again laughing so hard. You nearly falling off of Jere’s shoulders yourself, but he holds you up right.

“You good?” Jere asked, holding you tighter, “I quite like you on my shoulders,”

“Yh, I do too. Even thou it is kinda high,” you giggle, leaning against his head.

Belly splashing you again, “Oh my, you never Learn!” Jeremiah lifts you off, so you can splash them back.



[tkblythofficial]

i don't mean this to be rude at all but if ppl here say R is doing to much on social media then i gotta say some ppl here are also doing to much by stalking and obsessing over her likes on X and are kinda blowing up that silly LG/Sejanus headcanon out of proportion when it's rlly not that serious. yes it's technically nonsensical cause as fans we know TBOSAS wouldn't have been the same but idt she's disrespecting anyone nor trying to make a dig at T for just liking a silly tweet. Some fans are taking the hatred for J too far me thinks and are being lowkey harsh on R. Yeah, she's chronically online and cringe at times but she's not hurting anyone.

also the number of accounts that throw shade at T are like 5 ppl (yes they're dumb) but idt there's need to protect T since he's not even on the app and he's chronically offline so he's not seeing shit. he's good! general public loved him for his portrayal of young snow (also cause he's hot) and he's booked and busy! let's not get carried away just cause some jobless girls are barking at a tree.

I think my general statment is that ppl need to relax. fandoms can be so intense but in the great scheme of things everything is fine. T is a star in rising, R is a gorgeous and very talented girl who's coming from a horrible misogynist hate train and is slowly recovering from that and J... well I rlly couldn't care less about him but idt he's important enough to lose my cool and ruin my experience in the TBOSAS fandom. R choose him for the better or bad and it's only up to HER to end the relationship or not. Personally I don't think it's going to last because she's super young and he's pushing 30 so let's have faith in her!!! She'll come to her senses sooner than later and if not then it's on her and only her to deal with the consecuences of her life choices.

I agree with you. J isn’t ruining my fandom experience and should ruin anyone else’s either. He’s just an unfortunate side dish to our main meal. R will continue to like J and Sejanus stuff and as frustrating and annoying as it is, we should expect it by now. That’s why I’m not trying to talk about J 24/7 on here. A few posts here and there but otherwise, it’s time to move on. People should ignore him or talk shit on their privs to rant.

And you’re right. It’s mainly 5 people talking shit about T but they’re hardcore R/J fans which is why people are annoyed. R interacts with some of them so it’s a slap in the face to T fans.

I have faith in her tbh. It’s just hard to watch this current phase of her life.

[bolin-and-pabu]

Avatar Twins

So there’s a few ways this can go and I’ll explain them all as much as I can, you’re welcome to suggest feedback just don’t be rude about it 😕 please.

#1 One Twin

This version is when only one of the twins becomes the Avatar which is probably the most logical since Raava is only one entity therefore only one Avatar.

If I were to choose this way I’d have the other twin be jealous or envious of the Avatar due to all the attention they got, how many friends they made just for being the Avatar, stuff like that.

Then we can have the non Avatar twin either explain to the Avatar how they feel or they can become the villain and we get twin angst.

#2 Both Twins

This version is less likely to happen but it’s when both twins end up becoming the Avatar. One can help with the spirits and the spirit world while the other helps the people or they can do them together.

For rivalry if wanted it can be that one twin learnt the elements faster than the other or that one of them has a stronger spiritual connection.

#3 Vaatu

In this scenario it is destiny that the twins grow to be enemies, one being the Avatar and possessing Raava while the other grows hateful and seeks out Vaatu to become the Anti-Avatar.

And so it becomes destiny that Avatar Twins are destined to fight just like Raava and Vaatu every 10,000 years. Which may end in death of one twin or a pair of twins decide they don’t want to fight each other.

#4 My Idea

Now my idea is probably the most far fetched among these ideas. My idea is that both twins are the Avatar but they only posses two elements each for me to explain this we’re going to call one twin Lia and the other Loki (not the offical names) just so we don’t get them confused.

Lia for example will be able to bend Fire and Air while Loki can bend Water and Earth, making Lia able to talk to the spirits and Loki can heal people as for sub bending Lia will be able to bend lightning and Loki can metal bend, they may or may not have had some accidental zaps.

My idea for the Avatar State is that both twins have to fight together in harmony (get it harmonic convergence) as if they’re fighting as one. Which for Lia and Loki is hard at the beginning since everyone knows siblings have their usual bickers, there could be jealousy involved about which twin got which elements or maybe Lia is reckless and gets hurt a lot causing Loki to have to heal her quite frequently.

My idea for genders is that they were born identical girls but Loki decided he was a boy, so face wise they’re still pretty identical with face shape and all that. I will provide drawings for this whenever I’m able but don’t expect anything good 😭 I’m not that good I just wanna make visuals incase my words aren’t getting my idea across.

Personality wise they’re gonna pretty much stick to canon with Lia being fearless, stubborn, aggressive, strong, reckless and rebellious. While Loki is gentle, sweet, empathetic, caring, worried easily and innocent. Not saying Lia isn’t those things as well, as they face their enemies they may begin to change and adapt each others personality.

Finding out the twins were the Avatar was pretty tricky, their parents are an Earth bender and Fire bender so they didn’t question when Lia was bending Fire and Loki was bending Earth, it wasn’t until the twins were 15 on a particularly hot Summer where Lia just couldn’t stand the heat and decided to cool her and Loki down with Air bending. At this point their parents think that Lia is the Avatar but no matter how good the Earth and Water teacher are she can’t learn them. It’s during one day at practice that Lia gets too frustrated and accidentally throws Fire towards Loki who puts it out with a Water bender move which shocks everybody there.

They travel to see the Air Nomads lead by Jinora and Kai (Who are very grown), Kai is pretty shocked at this discovery but Jinora just smiles having already been told by the Spirits that something like this might happen. The twins are sent to each nation to learn from the best teachers available, Loki learns Water bending from the Northern Tribe, Lia learns Air bending from Jinora and Kai, Loki learns Earth and Metal bending from the Beifong family and Lia learns Fire bending in Republic City by a Pro bender.

Their animal guides are a white wolf and a black wolf (Ying Yang)

Their first time in the Avatar state isn’t for a while since at first they can’t really seem to work together due to how different their styles are. The first time they do they’re 17 years old and are fighting Chi blockers causing Lia to be the right arm and leg and Loki to be the left making them fight together as one.

I think I covered everything?? If there’s anything else you’d like to know about them just ask! 🤗

[blueicequeen19]

Ignorance is Bliss Pt. 5

Warning: unprotected sex, anal, breeding kink, some fluff

The doorbell rings and Blue barks excitedly, knowing who it is. I open the door to find JJ dressed in his usual; cargo shorts and a T-shirt. The backwards cap still sexy as ever. I smile at him as he withdraws his hands from behind his back and presents three daisies just as the girls appear on either side of me.

“For the ladies.” JJ smiles.

“JJ, this is Raylee.” I wrap my around her as he hands her a daisy and she beams, probably feeling like she was on top of the world.

“Thank you.” Raylee grins. I pull Emma against me next.

“And this is Emma.” She takes the daisy he offers with a small thanks.

“Two beautiful girls. Just like their mama.” JJ says, offering me the last daisy.

“Girls, this is JJ.” JJ holds out his hand to each of them and they shake it.

“Are you my moms boyfriend?” Ray asks, never missing a thing. I bite my lip, not knowing where this is going since we never put a label on anything.

“I am.” JJ says, lowering himself to her level.

“Are you going to be here a lot?” Ray continues, JJ nods.

“If that’s okay with you two?” JJ looks between the two of them and they nod.

“I guess. Only because you’re cute.” Raylee teases with a roll of her eyes. We all break out into a laugh before going inside. I check the casserole in the oven as Raylee chats JJ’s ear off at the table. I move on to make the salad, glancing over to see Emma in the Lazy-boy, on her tablet reading. It was weird having two self sufficient, level headed girls under my care but it was comforting. Less than a day and we’d developed a routine. It came natural.

I feel him behind me as I start slicing the tomato for the salad. His arms wrap loosely around my waist and kissing the back of my neck.

“How was work?” I ask.

“Long. Hot. Boring without you.” His words warm my belly and he hugs me tighter.

“You can have me after they go to bed.” I whisper softly, spotting Emma stroking Blue’s head in her lap as she reads while Raylee flips through the tv channels. Any minute she’s going to get bored and ask to go swim.

“I’m going to enjoy making you be quiet.” His voice is low and throaty in my ear, making my heart skip a beat.

“Do you need help with anything?” He quickly changes the subject but it doesn’t help the moisture already in my panties.

“You can’t cook.” I laugh and he shrugs.

“I’d try.” He kisses my cheek and I can’t help the smile I’m wearing. I have it constantly thanks to him.

“I’m fine. Why don’t you take the girls outside and I’ll let you know when dinner is ready.” I turn my head and capture is lips just as I finish slicing the tomato. He hums his approval against my lips and I smile as he plucks the daisy off the counter then tucks it behind my ear before pecking my cheek and ushering the girls outside.

Dinner flies by with nothing but laughs over good food. The girls adore him and he seems to be just as taken with them. Even Emma lights up around him. He was just that type of person. It was hard not to talk to him. Everything about him felt safe and secure. He was good.

Once the girls are in bed with Blue, I all but drag him into my room and into the en suite. I’m naked before I can even get the lights turned on and he’s got me pressed against the floor length mirror hanging on the bathroom door. His ringed fingers find my clit as he kisses my neck, yanking me back into every thrust.

“Fuck, I love you. Wanna see you swollen with my baby someday.” The thought sends me over the edge and I cum with a soft cry, my body trembling against the mirror. He knows I have an IUD but I love his filthy words and how desperately he tries to knock me up.

“You like that? Wanna make me a daddy?” He spins me around, scooping me into his arms as he moves us to the walk in shower. I kiss every inch of his skin I can find as the hot spray hits us and he lowers me onto his cock. I moan against his skin, feeling him spread my ass cheeks as he moves me up and down on his length.

He was so addicting. His touch. His scent. His voice.

“God. Lily. Fuck.” He growls, shoving my back against the wall as he slams into me.

“Cum for me, J. Give me all your babies.” I slam my mouth down on his and he angles his hips, rubbing my sweet spot just right and we both cum. The sweet sound of his moan as he releases has me clenching harder as we ride out our highs. JJ sucks in a breath through his teeth, pressing me harder against the wall as I slow my rolling hips.

“Jesus, you’re going to rip my dick off.” He rasps, pulling free of me and watching himself drip out of me.

“That’s so hot.” He looks ready to go again but he carefully lowers me down on shaky legs, wrapping himself around me as I reach for the shampoo bottle. I lather up my hair while he takes a loofa to my body then we switch. Every muscle grows rigid whenever I touch him, his dick jerking like he can’t get enough. I can’t get enough.

We finally rinse and dry, wrapping up in fluffy towels as we make our way to the bed. I towel dry my hair, running my fingers through the loose drying waves as he moves towards me in the dark.

“I’ll never be done with you.” He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and I lift up on my toes, moaning softly.

“I’m yours. You can do anything you want to me.” I breathe. And I meant it.

“Anything?” He asks, kissing me hungrily before forcing me to bend over the bed, ass in the air.

“Anything.” I echo and his fingers spread my cheeks and he spits, causing me to gasps as he presses a finger against my puckered hole.

“Even here?” He voice is low, thick with need. I press back against his finger, groaning as he slips just the tip inside me. The burn would get better but my pussy was soaked regardless.

“Dirty girl. You like having something in your ass?” I moan in response, rocking back and forth as I fuck myself on his finger. I wasn’t ready to tell him that I loved my ass fucked as much as my pussy.

“Fuck, I’m about to drop to one knee right now.” He gives a breathy laugh and I roll my hips, fucking myself faster as I bring my fingers to my clit.

“Who knew all it took was anal.” I tease, tending as I rub my sensitive bud. JJ pulls away, causing me to whine. I watch as he goes to the night stand and grabs a bottle of lube before coming back and pushing me head down into the blanket.

“I’ve never done this before.” JJ confesses and I try to hide my surprise. But he was also packing a thick 9 inches so most girls would probably turn him down every time.

“Put some lube on two fingers and work me until I relax. If I tell you it burns it’s because you need more lube. Playing with my clit will help with the pain.”

“It hurts you? We don’t have to if it’s going to hurt you.”

“It’s worth it. Trust me. I wouldn’t let you if I couldn’t handle it.” I say softly. I hear the cap close on the lube then he’s drenching me with the cool gel, his fingers quickly gathering it up and pushing inside me. I moan into the blanket as he slowly - so slowly - sinks them inside me. Seconds seem to pass as he works his fingers, my body starting to shake with the impending orgasm.

“J, I’m gonna cum.” I whisper, my body tightening further.

“I know, I can feel it. You’re going to wait for me though.” He withdraws his fingers and I whine softly, turning to watch him stroke himself with more lube. It was thick and glistening and I wanted it.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” He says, eyeing me like a piece of meat as he steps up, pushing down on my back to arch my ass up higher.

“I won’t.”

I feel the thick head press against me, wanting access. I take a deep breath to relax and let him press the slick head inside me. We both groan and he stops pushing, his hands flexing on my hips.

“Don’t stop.” I pant and he pushes further, cursing as he goes.

“So. Tight. And hot.” I hear a feral growl as he starts to fuck me in short, quick thrusts.

“Oh, fuck.” I whimper, lightly touching my clit and my whole body grows taunt.

“Fuck. Fuck. You’re squeezing me. I’m gonna cum.” His hands tighten on my hips, yanking me back harder and I bite down on the comforter to keep from screaming as my orgasm hits me like a freight train.

“Holy fuck.” He keeps fucking me, pumping his cum deep as I become limp from my orgasm.

“That was incredible.” JJ pants, slowly slipping free once he’s done.

“We need another shower.” He chuckles, cleaning me off with one of our towels then scooping me into his arms. I give a lazy smile as he tucks us into bed after pulling one of his shirts on over my limp body. His lips find my forehead just as I fall in oblivion.

[westerosoliviapope]

Confession: Nymeria Sand is my favorite character in the Scandal Westeros Universe.

She leapt off the page from the beginning, which is why she's the first member of the Sphinx Consultants team that you meet in "It's Handled." On the surface, she's a fast talking, designer-clad hot girl. But as I wrote more, she showed up as observant, wise, and a fierce protector of those she loves.

And when I finally told her love story with Jennelyn Fowler? She knocked me off my feet. I knew she wouldn't have a typical "happily ever after" (few characters in this universe do, it's not my thing), but I LOVED the friendship, affection, and attraction between her and Jenn.

It was never about control for her. Her pleasure came from being a safe space for her tightly-wound friend to let go. She's never felt that overwhelming instinct to protect or care for another sexual partner. "Only you...only ever you" she'd promised Jenn and she meant it. She'll stick to the freedom of taking discipline going forward. Much less work that way. 

Here are a few of my favorite #Scandal!Nymeria moments:

Recruiting Brienne to the Sphinx Consultants' Team:

“I enjoy foreplay as much as the next girl, Brienne, but I am not asking if you want the job because we both know you do. No matter what you say, you want more for yourself than busting your ass in the name of some Ken doll you diddle yourself to when you go home at night. So, Cinderella. You can keep scrubbing Renly’s floors hoping someone will make you the belle of the ball or you can let Fairy Godmother Sarella make you a warrior in a suit.” 

When Sarella Catches Nym, Obara, and Jon Watching Prince Viserys' Sex Tape:

Nym, who actually has a bag of microwave popcorn in her lap, turns her head sideways to follow the action as the Prince guides Taena into another position. “No wonder he is such a slut. Slinging a cock like that is a community service.”

Giving Sansa a Pep Talk After the Team Fixes Her Divorce from Joffrey:

"In the next few years, your therapists and people you love will treat you like a victim. They mean well, but do not let them. "You married a brute who did horrific shit that you did not deserve—that is a fact. But it does not have to define the rest of your life. Do not let anyone make you feel small. Joffrey was small. You? Are a She-Wolf.” 

Teasing the Wolf Out of Jon:

“I’m guessing you’re used to sliding your hands into some pink cotton blend travesty purchased at the mall while cuddling on the couch over pizza, beers, and a movie you’re pretending to watch, so I’ll warn you—before you get all worked up imagining you can handle me—that this...” she slowly runs a black stiletto nail up her thigh. “...isn’t that.”

Jon’s jaw clenches. It’s subtle, but she sees it. She’s hit a nerve. 

Good. 

Correcting Jon's Assumption About Where He Ranks for Her, All-Time

“Humph,” Nymeria pouts. “You are no fun.” 

Feeling nature call, Jon rises from his seat and winks. “Nym, we both know I’m the most fun you’ve ever had.” 

She squints. “That honor belongs to a pretty blonde in Skyreach but I will give you top five. Top two cock, for sure.” 

Welcoming Brienne Back to the Team:

The click of stilettos accompanied by Nym greeting her with “Well, if it isn’t G.I. Jonquil?" in her patented Dornish drawl makes Brienne smile. 

Her Role as the Big Sister:

When it comes to the general welfare of Oberyn’s older brood, four women from four mothers with distinct upbringings and issues to accompany them, Nymeria Sand is the keeper of the keys.

It’s her job to notice when Obara goes too many days without showering because occasionally, she has PTSD relapses from being waterboarded by a Qarthene drug lord.

To call Tyene and dish about their sexcapades to make sure she’s staying on the healthy side of her sadism fetish instead of taking out her rage and abandonment issues on her poor husband’s ass.

To note the dryness in Sarella’s normally flawless skin and the lines around her eyes as signs that she’s holding herself together with red wine, coffee, and 90 hour work weeks.

And if you think a former assassin and a Type A Domme are a lot to handle, try telling a know-it-all workaholic with a 154 IQ that she either needs to talk about her feelings or get a facial, get fucked into a coma, and get over it.

[sunderedhearts]

@mirageformed | steve & billy at the bonfire party 🍂

     Parties in the woods were nothing new; kids had been drinking and getting up to no good for generations, and the forest kept things nice and private. The town was well aware of what was going on, but it didn’t seem as anyone even cared anymore. With what seemed like everything suddenly on the decline and the population falling under a blanket of despair, was there even any point into breaking up these get togethers? So a bunch of kids decided to get drunk and high and mess around--who cared? Theft and destruction was hardly even looked into; a little party wasn’t going to even make a blip on the police’s radar.

     When Steve had first heard about the party he had had his share of misgivings; the last party he went to had ended in disaster. Nancy had gotten drunk and broken his heart, giving way to weeks of awkwardness and pain until Steve realized she had actually gone as far as to cheat on him with Byers of all people. Since then everything had changed, and Steve had withdrawn, his life slowly spiraling into nothingness. But Billy was back in town and everyone seemed interested in the bonfire--how could Steve say no?

     Unfortunately things had soured almost immediately. It hadn’t taken long for Steve to realize Nancy had also shown up, causing hot anxiety to prickle across his skin. His love life had been non-existent since the break up, and while he had told Robin that he was over his ex, seeing her smiling by the soft glow of the fire made him realize what a lie that had been. She was always going to be a part of his life, his first love, the girl that stole his heart and crushed it between her fingers. A large part of him knew better than to try and even talk to her, but after several beers Steve could no longer differentiate between a good idea and a bad one. Talking to Nancy suddenly seemed like the best idea there was.

     Four beers might not have seemed like a lot, but Steve’s tolerance was nothing spectacular, never really had been. Since that fateful Halloween party, Steve had more or less quit drinking, only looking into it when he couldn’t sleep--or just couldn’t stand to think anymore. These days two drinks left him feeling buzzed. Three put him on a log by the fire, and four brought him to Nancy, his dark eyes attempting to focus on her slightly blurry form. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew better, but the words were already tumbling out before he could stop himself. 

    Before long the party effectively came to a halt, quieting and drawing in close to see what the argument was about. Normally Steve would have cared, would have been mortified, but the alcohol had turned his mind fuzzy, switched off his better judgement. If the onlookers wanted a show, then Steve would make sure to give them one.

     “Steve, that’s enough, stop--”

     “Why? Why should I stop? Just because you’re not having fun?” Steve made a derisive noise and gave a roll of his eyes. “Jesus, you must be real fun at parties. Oh, wait--no you’re not. And here I was thinking you’d want the truth since you’re the mature adult here...”

     “The truth? Steve, you’re drunk--”

     “Oh, that’s familiar.” Biting laughter tore out of him, dark and humorless. “Because--because I remember when you got drunk and told me I was bullshit. That you didn’t love me and that you were just using me until someone else came along. And guess what? That was all true, Nance! Guess I am bullshit! But I don’t run off and cheat with the first guy who looks at me!”

     Several of the party-goers broke out into chatter, some seeming to stand behind Steve, most in support of Nancy. Overall it just seemed the majority of the onlookers were enjoying the drama unfolding, like some bizarre soap opera. Robin’s voice called out from somewhere behind him, but Steve ignored her, focusing instead on the angry look on Nancy’s perfect, prim little face.

     “Oh, wait--sorry. Sorry. I forgot; I’m not allowed to be the one who’s a mess. I don’t get to break apart and be the one falling down drunk. That’s your job. What’s wrong, Nance? You don’t like being the one to get shit-faced anymore? Did going off to college make you even more perfect and popular? God, whatever. You’re the one that’s bullshit. I’m getting another beer--maybe if I drink enough I can bring myself down to your level and forget I ever loved you, too.”

[comfort-charrie-berry]

TimeCrossed (Portal fic) Chapter 2: The supply closet

Word count: 885

Warnings: None! Except probably grammatical errors. Oops.

Enjoy! -Berry🍓

Chapter one here!

Nothing changed about Wheatley’s job over the next few weeks, but he started enjoying coming into work with the possibility of seeing Chell. 

She was a runner for her father, delivering papers, sorting files, and bringing coffee on Fridays.

Wheatley checked the time and got up, stretching. 

“I’ve been sitting for a solid 4 hours, mate. I need to go stretch my legs so they don’t fall off or something.”

Richard rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Go to the water cooler and find your girl, Wheatley.” 

Wheatley froze a moment acting fake offended.

“W-what?! Are you accusing me of leaving my post to go stare at some…girl??” 

Richard looked at him and laughed. “Just stating the facts. But don’t blame me when ya lose your job for flirting with her.” 

“I’m just getting paper, Richard, and possibly a glass of water. Nothing more, and n-nothing less.”

As he left the office he heard Richard mumble something about a “tall drink of water” before the door shut. 

Wheatley sighed and started down the fluorescent lit hallway. Everything in the facility felt too sterilized but also crawling with bacteria and disease. It made his skin crawl.

He stared at the grey tiles on the floor as we walked to go grab more paper from the supply closet.

As he opened the door and walked in he heard a gasp. 

He also gasped and turned to see Chell standing in the corner of the closet. 

“O-oh! So so sorry there ma’am…I was just, uh, just getting more um paper for…for…Are you okay? Actually that’s none of my business, is it? Sorry I shouldn’t have said anything it just…you look like you’re…crying?” 

Chell watched him and wiped her cheeks, trying to dry her tears but not smear makeup across her face. 

“I-I’m sorry.” She muttered. 

He took a careful step closer. “No no! Don’t apologize! You’ve done nothing wrong! I-I’m the one who barged in on you. I should’ve knocked for something.” 

She smiled a little. “It would look a little weird if you knocked on the supply closet.” 

His worry lessened when he saw her small smile so he tried to lighten the mood more. 

“Ah well. I mean it’s not, not a terrible idea is it? Who knows how many people use this place to sneak away and kiss or hide from their boss or something.” 

She laughed. “Have you ever walked in on something doing either of those things?” 

Wheatley felt a little twinge of pride at being able to make her laugh after crying. “Uhm, no. B-but! Between you and me?” 

He snuck closer like a child about to tell a secret. She played along and leaned in too. 

“I think Patrick from marketing, and Ellen, you know Ellen? The secretary on the second floor? Yeah, they totally have a thing for each other. Yep. But! But you didn’t hear it from me.” 

She sniffed and nodded. “Gotcha. I won’t tell anyone where I get the hot Aperture gossip from.” 

He laughed. “Ah yes! Don’t tell them that I have all the best gossip! I share my secrets with you and you alone!” 

They both chuckled and then the room went quiet. She turned and pulled a package of paper from the shelf behind her. 

“Here, this is what you came for, right?” 

He took it and looked at her. “Uh…yeah. This and um…well. C-can I just ask…are you okay? Genuinely? Seriously? Because if you’re not…I might have to just keep telling you gossip to make you feel better. T-that is, if you want me to?” 

She smiled sadly. “I’ll be okay, Wheatley. Thank you for caring.” 

His heart jumped at the genuine words and he nodded. “Of course. Anytime okay? Anytime you feel sad you can think to yourself ‘ah! I should go talk to Wheatley! Maybe he can make me laugh again!’ Because your laugh is so cute-“ He shut his mouth. 

She smiled awkwardly. 

Wheatley grimaced. “I’m such a moron when it comes to girls…I’m sorry.” 

She reached up to put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, you’re not a moron.” She pulled a pen out of her skirt pocket and wrote a phone number on the corner of the package he was holding. 

“Don’t ever call yourself a moron. It’s such a mean word. Be nicer to Wheatley.” She lightly hit his arm with the pen. “Okay? Be nice. I don’t think Wheatley’s a moron.” 

He nodded like a child being scolded until he heard her say the last bit and his head perked up.

“Wait wait…really?! And this number? Is it?” 

She chuckled. “It’s my telephone number for my house. If you ever want to talk, I’m free most Saturday afternoons.” 

He couldn’t believe his luck. “O-okay! I’ll call you!” 

She smiled and pat his arm. “Good. Because I want to hear more about the gossip.” 

They both left the supply closet and parted ways. He stared at the penmanship she’d scribbled on the corner of the paper packaging in awe. He replayed her kind words over and over in his head. 

“If you ever want to talk, I’m free most Saturday afternoons.” 

“I don’t think Wheatley’s a moron.”

[tachosnachos]

Singles inferno 3

Girls Review

Gyuri: 4/10 turn off after ep 10

-i know i may be harsh with this rank but i’m so mad at her rn

-Gyuri was up there in rank. I ranked her like 8/10 but she has fallen to 4/10 for me. I thought she was similar to Hajeong, bad ass and keeps it real. There’s still some truth to it but she’s a bit of a hypocrite.

context: I am a ship for minwoo and sieun, gyuri and minkyu

- the fact that she has the audacity to be mad at minwoo for liking another girl who he had a connection while she cozying up with minkyu. Out of no where, picking him and expecting him to choose her after one night. Getting mad at him for leaning towards another girl and “contemplating between two of us” when she did the same to GREEN FLAG MIN KYU. THE NERVE OF YOU. It’s like she can’t fathom the idea that someone was contemplating over her and another girl. Bitch, the fact that you got Min kyu and is contemplating is what’s ridiculous. If you don’t want him, I’ll gladly take him off your hands.

-She was so rude about it too. The way she talked to minwoo and sieun was so demeaning like she knew she’s older. Telling si eun she can’t talk to minwoo when their conversation ended and she’s been hogging minwoo the whole night i swear if you hurt minkyu like that i’ll kick you off the island.

Min Young: 5/10

-Hypocrite. I can understand her wanting to talk to the other guys and not putting her eggs is one basket. But being mad at Jin Seok for looking the other way and being interested in another girl. “wasn’t I obvious about my feelings?” You and Gyuri need a lesson in communication. Use your freaking words. Say you were jealous, say that you figured out you have feelings for him, apologise and say that your set on him. I am so mad. Green Flag men are getting wasted in this season. Get me a plane, I’ll take them off the island myself. Redeemed herself towards the end becauseI have to admit their chemistry is cute.

Ha Jeong 7/10

Bad Bitch level 10. She says it how it is. Honest to the T. Tells you how it is and how it should be. Only problem? She backs down to Gwang Hee. I- omg girl you’re hot, smart and intelligent. Why are you dumbing yourself down for a man child like Gwang Hee. Honestly on god, I get so frustrated. I can’t take when she dumbs herself down, apologies when she’s not at fault and let’s herself get gaslit by someone who insults her, berates her and is down-right disrespectful. I literally wanted her to go with Jin Seok because they were so funny together. Why is Gwang Hee so popular?

Hye Seon 8/10

She is the more tamed version of Ha Jeong. Very intelligent and crafty. I feel she is very good at noting cues when a guy is trying to twist the narrative or make her do something, and she’s very smart about it. She’s very classy and something about her is alluring. But again, WHY ARE YOU BACKING DOWN FOR GWANG HEE. She knows her worth, she knows she confident so WHY. WHY GWANG HER GOD DAMMIT.

Si Eun 7/10

Poster child for elegance. Sweet and Beautiful. I feel like there’s more to her but she’s the quiet type and there wasn’t enough screen time for her. Though I wish she would be more up-front with setting boundaries and being honest with her feelings. The amount of times I wanted her to just tell Won Ik the truth, and the fact that Won ik could read between the lines but was still being pushy with his feelings just cause she’s a nice person. Though her scenes with minwoo is just so adorable, the way she blushes at him just i can’t. Was a 6/10 but is so cute with minwoo, i gave her more points.

Min Ji 2/10

Fake af. This girl honest to god. She played my man Jin Seok and acted like he was going to be her pick, while also saying the same thing to Gwang Hee. Crying everytimes things didn’t go her way. I have no idea why she used a purple tutu to sleep but whatever. I feel like the whole time she was acting. Red flag with neon lights. I could care less about gwan hee being mad at her but like have some decency and respect for his date. Why you trying to flirt with him in front of her. “Min kyu and I would just have fun in paradise” has it ever crossed your mind that maybe he wants to stay in inferno because there’s a girl he likes there?

[ackerfics]

Hey rory! how are you doing today( ˘ ³˘)♥︎, for me just another week and 1 overdue essay finished, but I’m home for summer break.

I was browsing the internet and suddenly remembered this meme I saw like a year ago of this girl on her birthday and her younger sister comes up behind her to smash her face into the cake and totally misses and.. well yeah😭

— it’s a week before arans birthday (even though aran insisted that he just wanted the latest copy of a book he had his eye on for a while, and $70 from both parents) - he couldn’t resist after seeing your obvious fake smile and pouting face before saying “oh.. ok honey as long as you’re happy! I’ll tell grandma and grandpa..” after he broke the news to you that he didn’t want you to make him a cake this year even though it’s been a family tradition in the jaeger household since Ezra was 4, and that he would just buy one from the store,(eren tried to guilt trip his son knowing you’d be upset but aran couldn’t care less about his fathers reaction and just proceeded to ignore him and walk out the room) “uh.. w-well actually.. the bookstore closes on tuesday anyways.. I would love your cake mo-”

“OK LOVEBUG YOU CAN COUNT ON ME ILL GET YOU YOUR FAVORITES oo I wonder if hot topic still sells those little rainbow neon sprinkles… OH WELL GUESS ILL JUST BUY EVERY TYPE, are you still into spiderman? ahh probably not.. I REMEMBER just yesterday you were begging for one of those…” then you go give him the biggest hug

“haha r-right y-you’re kinda.. s-suffocating me-” “HM OK WE’LL TALK ABOUT DESIGNS LATER MOMMY WILL BE RIGHT BACK OK BABY?” then y/n walks out happily already having 34 different types of ways to make the cake - (cas walks in after witnessing everything with a nintendo switch in his right hand and the left hand digging for gold in the lays chips)

“hey *munch* mamas boy *munch* can you tell dad that you *munch* want an above ground pool for your birthday so I can *munch* have a place to cool down with my friends *munch*” aran, still stunned from his mothers random outburst finally realizing what his little pest brother said - “first of all, no. second of all you don’t even have friends other then those 32 year old men you talk to on discord about animal fecies”

“LORDWAIFUGOD27169 IS NOT 32 HE SAID HES 13! that pfp of a middle aged men who looks like he’s in his 4th divorce is just a meme.. also if you really wanna know this idiot in my class Toby and his little friends has one and I wanna *munch* make sure he knows his *munch* place” - “Cassie pls just go.”

this has like no plot what so ever and is just my way of passing time-

oh my God, i'm so sorry for not answering this sooner T^T i just finished my exams for this week and i just opened my inbox now. i know this is late buuuut enjoy your summer break, love! make the most out of it <33 i'm doing fine btw mwa

that scenario is hilarious wnjwndje i completely see myself and my little sister in this, however, our mom's reaction would be so different than reader's (it would be hell if we ever reject her offer of cake yikes). but what makes this so funny because it's not just aran who's the mama's boy among the three of them, it's the three of them HHHHH but yeahhh, they can't say no to reader because her pouts can make anyone feel guilty, this includes eren (most definitely eren). trust reader to throw aran the best birthday party ever <33

[tothemeadow]

Can I request a uzui x shy reader where reader is his fourth wife but she feels left out a lot so she distance and avoid Tengen and her co-wives. When reader comes home one day she surprised to find uzui home by himself because he was meant to be out with the others and she was going to try avoid him again but as he wants an answer to why shes acting the way she is and turns into a smut in the end? :>

Did I get carried away with this? Maybe. Could I have written more? Absolutely. But I have to practice self-control.

‘i want to be part of your constellation’ / Uzui T. x Reader

warnings: NSFW, cunnilingus, Tengen’s fat tiddies

words: 2,492

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Sometimes, being a Pillar’s wife is hard. They’re constantly away, fighting battles and saving lives; there’s always that lingering chance that they may never come back. It’s a dangerous life, but a respectful one nonetheless.

This is what drew you to Tengen in the first place – despite his brash, asshole attitude, he’s selfless. It was during an attack at your parents’ farm when you first met him; appearing like a night in shining armor, he rescued you from a bloodhungry demon, his movements powerful yet graceful all at once. As a thank you, your parents offered your hand in marriage to the handsome stranger. Surprisingly, Tengen agreed, but it wasn’t like you were going to deny marrying someone of his status and exquisite looks.

However, you didn’t know about the other women in Tengen’s life. As you quickly found out, he had three other wives, all of who he met while in the shinobi forces. Of course, you weren’t a fighter like them, nor did you have that close relationship from sharing the same background. No, you were the docile one of the group, the one meant to take care of the home while the others went to fight demons and the like.

Even two years later, things haven’t changed. You love Tengen, and the other girls are basically your best friends, but the chasm separating you from them couldn’t be more evident. Sure, you’re part of the “family,” but it doesn’t necessarily feel like it. You’re the quiet one, the one that keeps to themselves, the one who’s in charge of a happy homelife. And so you distance yourself from everyone else, stick to the sidelines while they’re out saving the world.

Granted, you’re used to this lifestyle, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt. If only you’d been a shinobi or a slayer, things would be different. You’d know what the life is like, the feel of a blade as it passes through a demon’s neck. But no, you’re always stuck with carrying a pouch of wisteria on your body to keep yourself safe. At this point, you don’t whether Tengen makes you keep it because he wants you to be safe or because he views it as his obligation.

With a sigh, you turn towards the sky, the endless blue a clear difference to your bitter gray mood. The tote hanging from your shoulder is heavy with fruits and vegetables from the market, but you’re excited with the possibilities of all the tasty meals you could create. Even though you can’t fight to save others, you can feed them; you also know for a fact that you’re the best cook among you co-wives.

When you return home, you slip off your setta and pause, listening to the familiar silence. Like usual, the others are away, most likely fighting off some lowly criminal or preparing for a battle against a demon. Either way, it seems like you’re going to be spending the majority of the day by yourself. It’s sad that this is what life has come to; when you first married Tengen, you were hoping for more excitement, not lonely thoughts. You don’t want to come off desperate, though, so you continue to remain to yourself. At the end of the day, it’s not that big of a deal – that’s just life.

Wandering towards the kitchen, you become caught up in these thoughts, these negative feelings. You don’t want to make yourself cry – you really don’t – but your heart is saying otherwise. All you want is to belong. You want to mean something to this family, not be the impromptu mother waiting for her rambunctious children to come home. You become so lost in your head that you fail to see him standing in the kitchen, lips wrapped around a ceramic cup.

Coming to sudden stop at the threshold, your attention jumps back to the present. Tengen merely sends you an amused look over the rim of his cup before he knocks his head back and empties its contents. Why is he here? Shouldn’t he be with the others? He said he wasn’t going to home for a while! Did something happen? Are the others okay? Why-?

“You’ve got that dumb look on your face again,” Tengen teases. “Stop thinking so much.”

Huffing, you step into the kitchen, drawing the tote off your shoulder and setting it down. “You surprised me, that’s all. I thought you were busy.”

“What, am I not allowed in my own home? That’s kind of cruel, don’t you think?” The smirk he flashes you sends a pleasant shiver up your spine.

“I never said that,” you hastily respond. Your eyes scan over his Corps uniform. You’re quickly finding yourself feel bad for taking up his time when he’s bound to be busy; Pillars have the toughest jobs of them all, and every single moment is precious. “You’re usually never this home early,” you mutter. A sigh slips through your lips. “…I should… uh, I need to do laundry.” You despise how pathetic you sound, but the knowing look in Tengen’s eyes is making your nerves go haywire.

Stepping away, you prepare yourself to leave, but Tengen moves way too fast for your eye to catch. Before you’re out the door, his hand is around your wrist, spinning your around and tugging him towards his chest. You yelp as you collide with solid muscle; wrapping his meaty arms around you, Tengen holds you close, his nose buried in your hair.

“Don’t act like I haven’t noticed you moping around more than usual,” he mutters. Pressed to him like this, you can hear his heart thumping steadily in his chest. “It’s not flamboyant of me to ignore what’s bothering you.”

“Tengen-“

“Let me finish,” he interrupts, but his voice is soft. “I want you to be honest with me. Are you lonely?”

At that, your heart drops to your stomach. You haven’t been that obvious, have you? Jaw falling agape, you’re desperate for words, to tell him no, you’re fine, but nothing wants to come out. Tengen releases a sorrowful sigh and pulls away just enough so that you two are looking eye-to-eye. He’s always been huge, standing tall and broad; in moments like these, the sheer size of him is more than intimidating. His biceps alone could crack a watermelon.

“Idiot,” he mumbles. Your face scrunches up when he flicks your forehead. “I shouldn’t have to confront you about something like this.”

You pout up at him. “It’s just… I’m not like you guys,” you confess. “I can’t fight, I can’t defend myself… All I’m good at is being a homemaker.” You drop your gaze to his chest. Now that you’re finally getting everything off your chest, all the pent of thoughts and feelings begin to gush out. “I feel like an outsider most of the time. You and the other girls are always running around together and doing amazing things. All I do is sit around and do chores. I can’t…” Biting your lip, you squeeze your eyes shut. Now is not the time to be crying. If you want things to change, you have to remain strong, not burst into tears.

A hand cups your face, then, lifting your head so that you’re forced to look at Tengen. “Be quiet. So what if you’re not a fighter? That doesn’t make you any less flamboyant.” His thumb brushes over your cheek. “You’re the one I can rely on to be here when I need someone. You always get this dumb smile on your face whenever I come home from a mission.” Dropping his head down, he presses his forehead to yours. “I know you’re safe here… Do you have any idea how scared I would be if you were out in the field with us? You’re important to me, baby. When I’m not here, you’re on my mind constantly.”

Your heartbeat quickens. You can’t deny the genuine glint in his dazzling eyes, the slight curl to his lips.

“In fact,” Tengen continues, pulling away entirely. In a swift movement, his large hands are clutching your thighs, raising you up and swinging you around; you let out a surprised squeak as he places you on the table and presses his large body between your legs. “I can’t stop thinking about you. You’ve always been so soft, so sweet…” His warm breath fans over your face, making you swallow thickly. “And you’re so small. I’ve got to keep someone like you under protection, don’t you think?”

Before you really have the chance to say anything, Tengen swoops in, his mouth seeking out yours. He’s always been such a bold kisser, sweeping his tongue into your mouth with no hesitation whatsoever. He tastes like wine, so rich and delectable, and his tongue is so warm, so inviting. Your head is spinning, your breaths leaving in short gasps. His hands are all over you; gripping your hair, trailing down your back, sneaking underneath your yukata-

A groan bursts from your throat as he fondles your breasts, the pads of his fingers rolling the hardened nipples and pulling them. Tengen curses as he breaks the kiss, the lightest of blushes on his face. He bites his plump lower lip as he shamelessly plays with you, his pupils blown wide. His hips press in close, his groin bumping into yours; he’s already hard, deliciously so, and your mind goes entirely blank. You want nothing more than his cock to slide in, to absolutely tear you apart.

“You feel that, baby?” Tengen husks. “Don’t think your unimportant to me. You’re so fucking sexy, so flamboyant…” His tongue darts out, sweeps over his lips. “Let me make it up to you. You won’t feel lonely anymore, got it?”

Furiously nodding your head, you allow Tengen to yank open your yukata, revealing soft skin. Your eyelids flutter as he places his mouth to the exposed flesh, his lips and tongue equally hot. Chest rising frantically beneath his touch, you grip onto him for support as he kisses your breasts, his tongue dragging across your nipples. You keen as he promptly sucks it into his mouth, his teeth sinking down lightly as his hands unceremoniously rip your underwear from your trembling form.

“Oh, gods, Tengen,” you purr. “Please… Don’t stop…”

“Wouldn’t dream about it,” Tengen drawls. Sinking to his knees, his mouth leaves a wet trail down your body; there’s bound to be marks, you’re sure of it, but you don’t care. His mouth feels way too heavenly yet sinful, the pleasured grunts pouring from his lips pure music to your ears. “Give me a taste…”

You cry out when he licks against your slit. In a fit of desperation, your fingers clutch onto the silvery strands of his hair, accidentally loosening it from its ponytail. Tengen groans into your quivering pussy as you yank at his hair, his name leaving your lips in high-pitched whimpers. Any other time, Tengen would play the part of the ultimate tease, but not now. No, he wants to please you, to have you screaming his name and begging for more.

He eats like a man starved, his mouth just ravishing your cunt; the noises coming from in between your legs is nothing short of sinful, leaves your blood boiling. Your velvety walls clench around his protruding tongue, each curl and flick sending delicious shivers up your spine, down to the tips of your fingers and toes. Tengen’s always been a god with his mouth, and it’s no wonder how he has four wives. You try not to think about the other girls too much; it’s quickly turning into a battle that you’re hopelessly losing, but then Tengen moves to suckle on your clit while his fingers replace his tongue.

A sharp cry rips its way out of your chest. It feels so good. “Ah – Tengen – fuck,” you whine. Hearing the pleasured noises from your beautiful lips spurs him on; redoubling his efforts, Tengen grabs onto your hip as his fingers push in even further, finding your soft spot with pin-point precision. You rapidly come undone around his fingers, your walls clenching around him as your slick gushes out. A breathless moan of his name echoes throughout the room.

“Just as sweet as I remember,” Tengen husks. The deep rasp of his voice has you clenching again; with a chuckle, Tengen removes his hand and stands up.

“I want you,” you coo, “please, Tengen. Fuck me.” Reaching out, you hastily undo the top of his uniform, push the articles of clothing down his shoulders under his torso is completely bare. Tengen’s chest practically rumbles with a purr as you drift your hands over the swell of his pecs, the divots of his abs. “So gorgeous,” you murmur. Tengen starts to chuckle again, but it quickly dwindles into pleasured grunts as you squeeze his pectorals and pinch at his pert nipples.

“Shit,” Tengen hisses. His hips buck forward, the hard outline of his cock brushing against your sopping cunt. In quick, fumbling movements, he undoes his belt and drops his hakama low enough so that his cock pops out. You practically drool at the sight; he’s been going around commando all day, and fuck you wish you knew that earlier.

His bulbous head pushes inside, his cock slowly filling you up. The stretch is delicious; you feel so fucking full, your velvety walls eagerly sucking him in. Clutching onto his shoulders, your fingernails dig into the thick cording of muscle, your eyes basically rolling back in your head as Tengen snaps his hips forward, his cock sliding in to the hilt. He pauses for a second, allows you to adjust to his massive size. Once you give him the go ahead, all caution is thrown to the wind.

Your husband in no longer a man, but rather a savage beast. He fucks into you thoroughly, his cock dragging against all your sensitive spots as his cockhead pounds into your cervix. He’s hitting you so deep, stretching you so wide, you’re seeing stars. His lips find your neck while his hands hold you by the ass, keeping you place. You have no choice but to cry out his name, moaning until your throat goes hoarse.

Hiking your thighs onto his hips, he urges you to lie flat on your back. Like this, he presses his palms against the surface of the table and completely concentrates and fucking you into oblivion. It’s working, rightfully so, for your drooling and babbling his name, your nails scratching down his back and leaving angry red trails.

“I’m gonna fill you up, baby,” he purrs. “Show you that you’re really mine. I love you, got it? Don’t ever think otherwise.”

Tears flood your vision – whether they’re from pleasure or the new onslaught of emotion, you don’t know. Either way, you cling onto him tighter. You’re not going anywhere, and Tengen makes sure of it.