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BTS Reaction to: When You Call Them Daddy for the First Time (M)

Author’s Note: As I finish up a request, here’s something to keep y’all occupied.

seokjin: Jin had always been vanilla, with a few hints of dominance coming out here and there.

But one day, when he moved your legs up to his shoulders, and he was able to hit that one spot you both know you love so much, “Daddy!” was all that could escape your lips.

His powerful thrusts subsided, and he looked down at you with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.

Seokjin, I-”

Before you knew it, he pulled out, flipped your position, and had your ass pressed against his stiff erection.


He slammed into you in one stroke, silencing your calls. He didn’t even give you time to adjust, for he already set a fast pace.

“Baby girl, you know that’s not my name…”

Originally posted by fawnave

yoongi: Yoongi’s tongue was a gift from God, for it always made you feel so good, especially when it was pressed against your core. his tongue had you at a loss for words or, at other times, saying too much. This time happened to be the latter.

Here he was again, bringing you to your second orgasm with just his tongue. Your brain was shut off temporarily.

“I can’t take anymore, D-Daddy-”

You hands flew to your mouth quickly. Oh God, you wished Yoongi hadn’t heard your slip up. He already thought you were weird. Maybe your whine was, for it was fogged with pleasure.

But Yoongi understood you all too well, because eyes darkened with what seemed like lust. He only dipped down once more, his tongue flicking even more haphazardly against your swollen clit.

“Yes you can, baby. You’re gonna take whatever Daddy gives you.”

Originally posted by yukidinme

hoseok: More than anything, Hoseok loved to touch. He could spend hours in your company just cuddling and admiring the curves of your body, not even hinting towards anything sexual.

There were some outfits, such as the innocent yet suggestive babydoll you were wearing right now, that had him going past these sinless limits. In this outfit, Hoseok had to nibble your ear, tweak your hardening nipples, and rub your clothed core. These gropes and fondles became too much for you to think properly.

Oh… Daddy-”

His touches stopped for a second, but in his current state, continued on shortly after.

“Yes, princess,” he murmured. “Tell daddy what you want.”

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namjoon: You didn’t know what it was about him, but Kim Namjoon screamed daddy. It was in his voice, his height, his personality, his wits, everything. As much as you wanted him to take on this role, you were always too afraid to voice your wants around him.

You had done well for so long keeping this kink to yourself, but this time, while Namjoon was pounding into you from behind, he decided to take it one step further. Namjoon, slowly but firmly, moved his right hand down your hip until it was placed right beside your ass and probed at your puckered hole with his thumb.

The pleasure on both your holes was overwhelming, making you almost collapse from your hands and knees position. You could only grip onto the sheets with your delicate hands.

“You like that, baby?” Namjoon teased, milking out your reactions.

“Yes, yes… more, Daddy-”

You stiffened at the slipup, nervous as to how he’d react. But he only bit his lip at your act of submission and slowed his actions, making you whine in desperation.

“You’re gonna have to do a lot more than that to get what you want from Daddy, baby girl…”     

Originally posted by forever-young-got7

jimin:As captivating as Jimin was on stage, he was all about love making, and passion, and equal power when it came to sex with you. Jimin, however, was feeling a little different today.

For once, he wanted to take the reigns, and here you were, straddling his hips and rubbing your sopping entrance against his rock hard erection. His feisty self wasn’t giving you what you wanted today, at least not so easily. Jimin wanted you torn in two before he finally entered you.

Each bump of his dick against your throbbing clit had you gasping and moaning out in ecstasy.

“I’m t-tired of waiting, so give it to m-me, Daddy, please-”

His grip on your hips tightened, a reflex merely from surprise. For a few moments, he sat under you, pondering over your sudden outburst. Jimin didn’t want to scare you away, but he also want to hurt your feelings.

“Mmm…Daddy thinks his princess is ready…”

Jimin finally grabbed your hips and , sheathing himself in your tight, wet heat in one go. You could only cry out.


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taehyung: Of all the men you’d been with in your life, Taehyung was the most experimental. He was always looking up weird articles, asking you weird questions, and always trying weird things to get the both of you off.

So, when he asked you ride his thigh, you were intimidated but unsurprised. But good God, you didn’t know how good it would feel. The way the denim of his jeans pressed against your clit, the way his leg bounced up and down, and the way his strong thighs flexed every now and then all had you on edge but greedy for more.

Taehyung wanted more, too, for he panted as he teased you with questions.

“Do you like getting off to my thigh?”

“I need more, I need your cock, D-Daddy-”

That five-letter word must have been a key. Before you knew it, Taehyung was silently flipping you over, undressing himself, and sliding his length into you.

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jungkook: Jungkook was never too vocal during sex. Other than a few grunts, groans, and some breathy whines, he never said much. His attention was always on pummeling into you, relying on just his movements to send you over the edge.

Those dancer hips of his were more than enough because they had you moaning, shouting, and screaming every damn time. This time wasn’t any different, for you had to search in the depths of your mind to just correctly call out Jungkook’s name; God, you were so wrecked.

But this time, you called out the wrong one in your lusty daze.


And everything froze. From your embarrassment, it seemed as if everything in your bedroom was frozen in midair, including you and Jungkook. It seemed as if he had to contemplate the meaning of such a name, the sheer power behind it.

After an intake of air and a bite to his bottom lip, Jungkook could only say one thing.


But after that, he was thrusting into you even harder, not wanting to disappoint in his newly appointed role.

Originally posted by nnochu


First Look: The Ferrari 812 Superfast

Ferrari has selected the 87th edition of the Geneva International Motor Show for the world premiere of the new 12-cylinder berlinetta, the 812 Superfast, the most powerful and fastest Ferrari in the marque’s history.

This new car not only introduces a plethora of innovative features but is also particularly significant as the V12 series marked the official start of the glorious Prancing Horse story in 1947, 70 years ago this year.

The 812 Superfast thus ushers in a new era in Ferrari 12-cylinder history, in doing so building on the invaluable legacies of the F12berlinetta and F12tdf. It is aimed at clients demanding the most powerful and exclusive Ferrari in the range: an uncompromising sports car that will deliver exhilarating driving both on road and track yet also be comfortable enough to allow its owners to enjoy it as an all-round experience.

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Damian Wayne’s First (NSFW)

Requested: yes (two requests mixed together) 

* First time with older!Damian headcanons?* * Could you please do anything nsfw with damian?? He’s my fav💕* 

Here you are lovelies! (Sorry my blog’s been dry lately, its been super busy for me) But anyway… Damian’s first time would look something like this… (Headcanons Below)

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the almost kiss that i like to think happened that night

what happened during that night between 


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“Stay for just one more drink? And then decide.” Magnus held out the glass in front of Alec, his glitter glinting in the moonlight. Alec stood still, hand slowly pushing his phone back into his pocket. His eyes darted to his jacket that was strewn on the sofa, and then back to Magnus.

Alec closed his and took a deep breath. His mother could wait, at least for tonight. A small smile broke out on Alec’s face as he reached for the glass in Magnus’ hand. “I guess I could stay the night, to look after Luke – that is. If that’s okay with you.” Magnus simply nodded with a smile.

Magnus felt his shoulders relax as he followed the Shadowhunter onto the sofa. They sat next to each other, further apart than Magnus would’ve liked, but together nonetheless. Alec took another sip of his drink, grimacing at the sting one again.

Magnus chuckled. “You don’t have to drink it if you don’t like it, Alexander,” he said, clearly amused. Alec smiled back but kept the drink in his hand, leaning back into the couch and relaxing. It had been a while since he had had any free time. Isabelle would be all over him tomorrow.

But he didn’t care. For once he felt comfortable here, and he didn’t care what anybody else had to say about it. Looking around Magnus’ extravagant apartment, Alec’s eyes landed on a small picture frame on the table next to him.

It was a photo from a time that Alec could only guess was almost 200 years ago. He recognised Magnus immediately but the other two pictured didn’t look familiar. He expected Magnus to look younger, and he did, in a sense. He looked less mature, less wise. More carefree, that was for sure. “Who’s this?” asked Alec, curiously. Magnus scooted closer to Alec, still keeping some distance, but leaned in to look at the picture frame. Alec grabbed it and brought it onto his lap so that Magnus could see it better.

Magnus took in a deep breathe. “Green one’s Ragnor. Blue one’s Catarina.”

“Warlocks too?” Alec asked as his fingers ran over the intricately carved wooden frame.

Magnus nodded. “And two of my closest friends. We’ve known each other for almost 400 years now.” Alec raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at Magnus. He still had a hard time remembering that Magnus had lived more lifetimes than he could count.

Nudging an elbow into Magnus’ side, Alec laughed. “Exactly how old are you?” he remarked, to which Magnus let out a carefree laugh. He liked the sound of it, Alec decided. An arm flew up to hit Alec in the shoulder.

“Don’t you know that’s rude to ask?” Magnus said in a low voice, his breath tickling Alec’s neck. Alec immediately seized up, gripping the photo frame tightly. Alec licked his suddenly dry lips as his breathing became unsteady. Alec hadn’t felt like this in a long time.

Magnus sighed, making Alec’s skin tickle again. Alec couldn’t tell if there was any magic in that action, but it sure felt like it. “There’s no need to be on guard all the time,” Magnus whispered, his eyes shifting up to meet Alec’s.

Alec looked down at Magnus’ eyes and he could’ve sworn he saw a sparkle in them. Magnus’ hand reached up but hovered over Alec’s neck. He was careful not to touch him unless he was completely comfortable. Alec’s breathe hitched in his throat, he didn’t know how to act. He figured he should lean closer, though he didn’t realise he had even made that decision. Magnus stayed still, his breathing getting heavier every millimeter that Alec got closer.breathe hitched in his throat, he didn’t know how to act. He figured he should lean closer, though he didn’t realise he had even made that decision. Magnus stayed still, his breathing getting heavier every millimeter that Alec got closer.

They weren’t far apart at all when Alec immediately pushed on Magnus’ thigh, a sharp intake of air harsh enough to kill the mood. Magnus turned his head away as Alec stood up abruptly. He clumsily placed the frame back in its position before standing there awkwardly, facing away from Magnus. He had never acted on his impulses before, and today wasn’t the day that would change.

Alec was a calculating man, risks were more Jace’s thing. “Um, I shou- I should go check on Luke,” he mumbled, cringing at the fact that he couldn’t even put a sentence together properly. Alec felt like his entire body was on fire, a burning sensation that just wouldn’t die down. He had never really felt like that before.

Magnus stayed seated on the couch, not wanting to say anything that would make Alec uncomfortable. Magnus didn’t know if Alec would still want to stay the night now. Nevertheless he got up, fished out the only plain grey shirt he owned and placed it on the foot of the guest bed along with a pair of sweatpants. Alec could take the bed tonight. And although Magnus would’ve loved to be in the bed right there with him – not doing anything, just sleeping, not even touching if that’s what it took – he decided it would be best for him to sleep on the couch.

Magnus waited on the couch for what felt like hours for Alec to return. When he didn’t, he decided to walk over to his room. The door was open only partially, enough for Magnus to hear what Luke and Alec were talking about.

“Alec, really, I’m fine…” he heard Luke’s voice say.

“I just want to make sure you’re alright, that’s all,” Alec replied nonchalantly. Magnus smiled. Alec always acted tough, but Magnus knew that although Alec hated everything that Clary brought, he would never want anyone to get hurt.

Luke chuckled. “Are you sure that’s it? Or are you trying to avoid Magnus?” he asked in a knowing tone.

“I- It’s not that,” Alec said, taken aback. He sighed. “I just don’t know how to act around him,” he said in a hushed voice.

“Just be yourself,” Luke advised. “And relax, you’re too tense for your own good.” Alec chuckled nervously.

Alec checked his watch. It was getting late. “I should get to bed. Let us know if you need anything.” Magnus backed away from the door as he heard Alec walking closer. He twirled around and pretended to be looking for a book on one of his many bookshelves.

“You can take the bed,” said Magnus.

“And you?” Alec inquired, lifting an eyebrow.

“I’ll be fine,” said Magnus with a smile. Alec smiled back shyly, turning around and walking into the guest bedroom.

just realised this kinda has parabatri vibes??

hope you enjoyed. let me know if there are any scenarios you would like to see!

in the meantime, magnus consoles alec after a nightmare.

Newcomers Pt 15

Cathy awoke rather abruptly in the middle of the night sensing her husband Hesky’s connection to the Link as the Humans were calling it. She looked around almost expecting to see him in the small room she had acquired for herself in the city of Geeda. Since there were no Benemar left the city’s rooms had been turned over to the troops.

The Link was not a true connection, in a way that she could not send a worded message instead they could send emotions and feelings to certain people. She sent her joy at feeling his presence to him and he clearly freaked out feeling all these sensations at once. Every Human that now had a Gal symbiont could sense new additions but since Cathy and Hesky were emotionally connected their Link was stronger. Hesky’s friend Hopkins had simply stirred in his sleep noticing his appearance in the Link but had quickly rolled back over. Hesky called out to Cathy in the Link and she responded with an burst of joy that he keenly felt. He was glad to feel her. She then sent a more intimate feeling to him which he met with a mixture of confusion and arousal, she sent thoughts to him of herself being naked and she felt his rush to get back to their quarters so as to put their child to bed. All of Hesky’s reservations suddenly vanished and Cathy laughed to herself. The Link could be as open or as intimate as one wanted, this way someone could send a signal of a more personal nature and not everyone would receive it. This way the Human retained their individuality while still remaining part of the whole. The Gal as well began developing more individual traits, such thinking was not in their genetics but as Cassion had said they are reacting to the presence of their more natural genetic cousins. But as much as the link was as private as one wanted, the Gal with their link were always so open meant the Humans could sense they were worried, there was something they wanted to tell the Humans but were frightened to do so. The Humans tried to coax it out of them but the Nerve was adamant that everything was fine. The Humans then backed off, the Gal would tell them when they felt they were ready to tell them.

Trio of High Chiefs sat in shock, their mouths gaping at what they had just been told, Geeda, the pride unfailing city of the Black Plains, had fallen.

“You promised us that Geeda could hold out for months or even indefinitely” Seewol said calmly almost in shock to the chief who bowed before them.

“The Humans and Gal are working together to compliment each others strengths, exploiting either one’s weakness will expose us to the other” Chief Hopoln replied bowing his head, he had taken over as military advisor after the last one was shot and now he feared the same fate.

“Now there is nothing between them and the city of Sorlontra” High Chief Pepeel stated “And that is 50 miles away from Geeda and nowhere near as heavily defended”

“What about the their second force that advanced east from their landing zone?” asked Pepeel.

“They forced our forces into the sea and are now preparing a island hoping campaign, I have ordered the islands be turned into fortresses to slow their advance”

“Slow not stop?”

Hopoln suddenly became angry, he had been pressured to bring them a victory but these High Chiefs were so detached from reality it was infuriating. He shot to his feet, an act of the greatest disrespect to a High Chief if not permitted to by them,

“That is all I can do!” he shouted and the High Chiefs were stunned to silence “If it was just the Humans or the Gal then maybe I could turn them back but the fact they are working together throws any and all of our standard tactics to the void. I have nothing, absolutely nothing in our arsenal that I believe will shift the tide of this war”

No one spoke, not even the High guards who by all rights should have killed him the moment he rose from his knees.

“There is only one thing that will save us” Hopoln said “Karamora”

The High Chiefs took a sudden intake of air in shock.

“You would have us burn our own world to save it? That is insanity” Deeter said.

“We have learned more about it, we may not be able to control it but maybe..aim it”

The High Chiefs looked at each other silently talking with their eyes.

“If we do do this, we will need to begin now, the activation takes time and if we wait the Humans will have discovered it and it will be too late” Peepel said.

“But what if we do aim it at the Humans and Gal what then?” Seewol stated.

“One threat at a time” Deeter said and stood up “Begin the activation of Karamora”

Deep in the darkness of Bento Prime, a darkness that had been long abandoned began to awake from it’s millennia long slumber.

The Humans had not advanced from Geeda, instead they had held a party to welcome the Gal into the fold and give the soldiers a rest and some respite after a hard won victory. It also gave them a chance to mourn the dead, Clerk in particular was given special attention.

His body lay on a bed of wood they had gathered which was not really a lot as trees were rare on Bento Prime so they used anything flammable, Hundreds of thousands of soldiers and Gal came to pay their respects. Even the rebels were present and curious to see how Humans honour their dead.

Jenkins stood on a small raised podium so he could be seen by everyone, the Link was alive with feelings of sorrow and mourning. He sent a feeling of happiness to try and raise their spirits.

“Captain Clerk was one of the best I have ever served under, he like so many joined the army in hopes of seeing new worlds and to serve the Terran people. But he did more than just serve, he lead, he was a leader that many if not all could look to with pride for he was not the man behind you but the man beside you. He faced all the trials and perils alongside us and he faced them head on, he would never order a soldier to an action he would not undertake himself. More than once he turned down promotions so as to be always in field, with his soldiers, he will be surly missed”

A wave of sorrow flooded the Link so much even the Gal were moved by it and those in the fleet who were watching via vidcom also felt it, distance meant nothing to the Link but hearing the words and feeling them in the Link amplified their effect. Even Depit who was not even a year old and had no symbiont felt the mood and cried, reaching for his father for comfort.

Then Karen took the podium to say a few words as was their custom.

“The first time I met Captain Clerk I was a new recruit and had no idea who he was, I was sitting in the bar when this cocky guy came in began chatting me up” she smiled and the mood lightened as the Link began to feel humour.

“I made every sign that I was not interested but still he persisted and when I finally told him I like girls he stop and pondered” she smiled and laughed a bit “Before finally asking if he could sit in and watch”

The soldiers laughed

“So of course I slapped him and the entire bar went silent and he looked at me before finally showing his captain stripes. I could have died there and then but he laughed. Apparently he liked to mess with new recruits and I was his latest victim”

The rebels watched all of this with a bit of confusion, they were telling stories of the fallen comrade which they understood but also making jokes, this was supposed to be a sombre affair but the Humans were laughing.

“I remember one time” Cho began taking his turn “We were bored after the dull deployment of Somven asteroids we decided to play a joke on the gunnery crew. Me, Clerk and Cathy all made these harmless but loud bangers and threw them onto the gunnery deck and screamed about a breach”

The soldiers laughed, many had been on that ship at that time and remembered that time, the whole fleet was put on alert for thinking that the flagship was about to suffer an accident and explode.

This went on for some time with more and more people telling their stories of Captain Clerk, to many he had been a farther figure and almost everyone had some personal story to tell. Some stories were sombre about times they lost loved ones and Clerk would lift their spirits or simply sit with them as they talked about their lives or just sat there with them in silence.

The sun was low now and it was time, the soldiers then placed trinkets or flowers made from paper on his body or by the raised wooden bed. Some would just rest their hands on his chest and say a few private words before moving on. Then, finally Jenkins approached with a small flame.

“From the earth we come” he said.

“To the earth we return” the soldier responded in unison.

Jenkins put the flame to Clerks body and the flames slowly consumed his body, this was one of many such funerals they performed, some were done in bulk but Clerk held a special place in their hearts so had his own. His ashes would be collected after and transported back to Terra to be scattered by his relatives, many now held their heads and wept unashamedly. To many the light of a great man had now passed and the day was a darker place for it.


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New side vent and upper air intake.

Tyler Dillot Gets In Shape

Tyler Dillot was 27 years old, not good looking, and very much “out of shape.” The last time he had been “in shape” was back in high school at Regis Prep when he had been on the track team. Back then he had gone by Ty, the Dill Man, or Dildo (only by his closest companions). Then college had come and gone, as had his physique and his innocence, and then he became “out of shape.” In fact there was no shape to him. He wasn’t a rhombus or a quadrilateral or even a parallelogram. He was a torso and limbs. But he was determined to make a change.

It was a Calvin Klein advertisement that prompted the sudden urge for physical enlightenment. The billboard was on the corner of East Houston and Lafayette and depicted a half naked woman and half naked man embracing while only wearing Calvin Klein underwear.  The half naked woman was beautiful and Tyler had seen her before on some Instagram feed on one of his late night rabbit holes, but the man on the billboard was otherworldly. The man’s body was rippling with muscle, and Tyler very quickly became aware of how sweaty he was under his thin t-shirt, even though it was only 65 degrees out and breezy and not even mid April and all he had done that Saturday morning was wake up at 11:20, eat a bagel, drink an almond latte with an extra shot of espresso, check Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook, then Instagram again. He could feel a pimple forming on the back of his neck.

“I am going to join a gym,” he announced to the world.

“Shut up,” said a stranger passing by.

Later that day he had joined Equinox ($200 initiation fee, $250 per month), bought a new pair of Nike Free Run Trainers ($130), three pair of Nike Flex Running shorts ($45 per pair), and three Under Armour t-shirts ($25 each).

He had wanted to get Nike shirts as well, for he hated mixing brands almost as much as he hated wearing brands, but the Nike tops were all too tight on his chest and made his nipples feel exposed. Being self conscious about ones nipples is one of the worst things in the world, aside from global hunger and YouTube personalities who play the ukulele, so he went with the Under Armour shirts which were more forgiving on both his physique and his wallet.

He would have to phone home and let his father know about the additional charges to the card, but he was still skiing in Aspen and wouldn’t be home for another week. The charges wouldn’t be an issue, he just wanted his father to know so he could be proud of his son for the effort. His father was rich and the rich are always happy when their children spend money. If they don’t have any children, they spend their money on Porsches or plastic surgery, both of which have a near 100% success rate.

Tyler had planned on getting into the gym early the next morning but had drank too much that evening at Erik Brennan’s 32nd birthday party. Erik was from an improv class Tyler had taken when he first moved to the city, and had recently made a video where he interviewed people on the street and asked them what their favorite sexual positions were. Then Erik explained to them if they were subconsciously sexist or not. The video had gone viral and been featured in both Vox and Bustle that morning and subsequently retweeted by Ellen. It was important work and Tyler had shared it on his own Facebook page with the caption “funny + thought provoking work = Erik Brennan.”

The party was at a Mexican bar in the East Village, and Tyler had a few beers, said hi to Erik, had two shots of tequila, sang Erik happy birthday, had a Sangria, said bye to Erik, then ate 2 slices of pizza (one sausage, one sausage and pepperoni), and left at 2 AM. When he got back he ate a spoon of peanut butter straight from the jar (for protein) and fallen asleep.

He woke at 11 AM, checked Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, than Instagram again, where he liked one of Erik’s photos from the party, taken after he left. “Good friends, good timesss” he commented. Then he got dressed and went to the gym, stopping only to purchase a green drink ($7), a Smart Water ($4), and a protein bar ($3).

Equinox was packed, like church on a Sunday morning, only with more self-righteousness and sweat and judgment, and Tyler felt as if everyone was staring at his nipples. He had planned on pairing with a physical trainer but none were available when he arrived at noon, so he sojourned into the unknown, alone.

The treadmills were all full, as were the ellipticals, and he briefly entertained the idea of trying out the rowing machine, before realizing he had never rowed a boat in real life, why would he start on a lie. So he made his way to the floor of free weights and barbells.

Tyler did a few reps on each arm of the twenty-pound dumbbell then moved over to one of the benches where a muscular man with a tan was just finishing up a set with a large amount of weight. He was grunting and panting as if mid-coitus, and when he finished he let out a moan of pleasure Tyler had never released in all of his life.

“Are you finished with the bench?” Tyler asked.

The tan man took one of his headphones out.

“What?” he replied.

“Are you finished with the bench?” Tyler repeated himself, a little louder this time.

“No need to yell bro, all yours,” the man with the tan said as he walked away. Tyler watched him make his way over to the water fountain and noticed a tattoo on the back of his bulging neck. “For Strength & Honor” it read in a cursive font worthy of an encyclical.

Tyler smirked and made a joke in his head about how any neck tattoo should really just say “unemployable,” then thought about tweeting it and ending up typing it out and saving it in his drafts to tweet out later that day when he was likely to get better circulation.

He sat on the bench and checked the weight on either side of the bar. It was 150 pounds, forty pounds less than what he weighed. He knew he wouldn’t be able to do any reps of it, but he was curious as to see how heavy 150 pounds really was.

“For strength and honor,” he whispered to himself, chuckling.

He lay back, ducking his head to fit under the bar. He reached up and gripped the steel, still wet with sweat from the tan man’s hands. He exhaled then pushed up slightly. The bar didn’t budge. Then he pushed slightly harder and felt it move a bit. Finally, with a grunt like a small boar, he pushed up with all his might. He felt it lift up a little then raise into the air just an inch.

The bar was already wet from the tan man’s hands, and Tyler’s soft palms were oily and sweaty and added to the steel’s slippery state, and so as slippery things often do, the bar slipped.  

It fell from his grasp and rolled just over the edge of the cross beams meant to hold the bar secure. 150 pounds came crashing down onto Tyler’s throat and crushed his windpipe, severing his intake of air. He screamed but nothing came out and the tan man with the tattoo couldn’t hear him due to his headphones being noise-cancelling. 

By the time he noticed it was no use. Tyler was finally in shape. 

anonymous asked:

For the reveal tropes: What about a reveal where she's calling him and she's at home, but against a neutral background, and her mom calls her and he hears her name?

(Sorry I didn’t get to these prompts sooner!)

Marinette was standing on her balcony. The twinkling lights of the city her backdrop. She made sure before she placed the call that no monuments or other obvious landmarks could be seen, though quite frankly her face would be taking up most of the screen.

By the second ring, he answered. Chat Noir’s face showed up on her screen, a smile on his face, but Marinette could see the question still on his face. It wasn’t obvious, but they were partners for a reason.

“Hey there,” Ladybug greeted, her voice sounding a little rough.

“Hi Bugaboo, is everything alright?” Chat Noir asked, concerned in his voice.

Despite feeling under the weather Ladybug smirked. “Just a touch of a cold. Nothing to worry about, but my kwami suggested I not push it unless there’s an actual akuma threat. You don’t mind patrolling alone tonight, do you?”

“Not at all my Lady,” he told her, as she was sure he would. “You just take care of yourself, alright?”

As Chat Noir was talking a voice called up to Marinette from her trap door. “Marinette, your tea is ready. Come down stairs!”

Panic set in as she looked at her communicator. Did Chat Noir hear? “Thanks, see you later, gotta go,” she said quickly, shutting the communicator before the cat could say anything else as she moved quickly to drop down from her skylight. “Coming!”

Her transformation fell away before her bottom hit her mattress. She looked at her kwami with concern. “Do you think he heard?”

“I suppose we will find out soon enough,” Tikki replied, which didn’t calm Marinette at all. Still there was nothing she could do about it as she pulled at her hair slightly and headed down to the main floor of the family living space.

While her mother fussed over her, concerned with how flushed Marinette was, she showed no inkling to the internal distress of her daughter. Which was just as well, because Marinette wasn’t sure she had the capacity to talk her way out of any prying questions from her mother when her head felt like fluff.

She kept listening for any unusual thumps from the floor above, but she continued to hear nothing and slowly started to relax. Maybe he wasn’t coming. Maybe he hadn’t heard after all, or not well enough to make any guesses.

Instead her mother asked her about school and projects and if Marinette was feeling up for going to school tomorrow. Marinette thought it would be nice to have a day without school, but in all honesty with a good night’s rest and more tra in the morning she was sure she could manage through the day just find. It was only a little cold.

With a little snack to take up to her room, and a promise not to stay up too late, Marinette finally went back up to her quiet room. She looked around half surprised, and the shutted happily going over to her computer. There was a tutorial on YouTube she wanted to watch.

Marinette looked at the time, three videos later, and realized it was getting late. In fact it was about the time she would be getting back from patrol. “We should probably head to bed, right Tikki?”

Her kwami stretched in the air in front of the computer as Marinette shut it down. “That sounds like a good plan. Hopefully tomorrow you’ll…”

Tikki didn’t finish what she had to say as they heard something land on the roof. Something or someone. Marinette found herself hoping it was actually an akuma as she carefully went up the stairs to her bed loft.

Her heart sank as she got on her bed and saw a pair of green eyes looking through the window. Taking a deep breath, Marinette rand her hands down her face, still looking up. She thought he looked sheepish. Good!

Standing she started propping up her window, Chat Noir moving to the opening. “You probably shouldn’t be outside. Can I come in?”

At least he was being polite. Marinette nodded. “Just be quiet. My parents might be asleep, but I don’t need them waking up.”

He nodded and then dropped in, making sure to close the window afterwards. “Um, so, patrol was quiet!”

Marinette looked at him for a while, her arms curled around her chest. She didn’t like this. For some reason she felt so small under Chat Noir’s gaze. It was unreasonable since she’d met him several times in her normal persona and never felt intimidated around him before. “So, that’s why you didn’t show up sooner?”

“I’m sorry. Should I? I know me hearing your mother over the communicator was just bad luck,” he smirked, likely despite himself, at the comment. “But I wasn’t sure what to do. I figured it was best to just clear my head and patrol. Give you a chance to maybe do the same.”

“I honestly wasn’t sure you heard or heard well enough to figure it out,” Marinette sighed, looking down at her bare knees.

“Oh,” he said, sounding slightly embarrassed, which caused Marinette to look at her partner again. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess I should have come over right away.”

Marinette shook her head. “I was down stairs with my mother for a while. It’s okay.”

“Your parents are so nice,” he said. She would have thought it was just to say something, but the way he said it, with such confidence.

Marinette narrowed her eyes. “You just met them the one time. With Animan, right?”

Chat Noir flushed. “Well, actually…”

“Yes?” She cocked her head to the side.

“We sorta already know each other,” Chat Noir muttered softly.

Marinette’s eyes grew wide. There was no way, right? Yet here he was saying it was so. “How well?”

“Maybe I should just show you?” And before she could protest, because shouldn’t one of them keep their identity a secret, but on the other hand it would level the playing field, Chat Noir dropped his transformation.

Instinctively she closed her eyes as the electric green flash enveloped her partner. When she opened her eyes there sat Adrien Agreste on her bed. It was completely normal for her to scream.

Thankfully, Adrien moved quickly, covering her mouth. “Your parents,” he hissed in reminder. All the while his eyes were wide, possibly surprised by her reaction, or scared, but why would he be scared?

Marinette looked at him, still in complete shock, but numbly nodded her head. Screaming was bad. Slowly Adrien moved his hand away. She noticed there was some laughter being muzzled not far away and Tikki’s voice soft but annoyed too. Most her attention was on the green eyes in front of her.

She then turned away and pulled over her large cat plushy, burying her face in it. Her voice muffled in the stuffing. “This isn’t happening. This is some sort of weird fever dream. There is no way that I’m this lucky!”

There was a moment where all she heard was unintelligible kwami voices, and then she heard Adrien take a sharp intake of air. “Lucky?”

Turning, to peek over at the blond boy that was still sitting on her bed, not magically morphed into something else like a dream normally would, she saw Adrien was still flushed and his eyes held more than a bit of wonder. “Um, yeah, um, because if you’re him. And he’s you. I… well… wouldn’t that make me very lucky?”

Marinette wasn’t sure she was making sense. Being sick and being surprised twice over made it hard to think. “Um, well, I was thinking I was pretty lucky, because Marinette is my friend and Ladybug is my favorite partner.”

“I’m your only partner!” Marinette said with just a touch of indignation, and a full smack from her pillow.

When Adrien pulled the pillow away from his face he was smiling just as much as she was. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Later that evening.

“If you get sick, don’t blame me!”

“You say that like it wouldn’t be worth it to be with you.”


J-Hope x Reader

Genre: Do I write anything that isn’t smut? The answer is no.

Summary: Look up from your books once in a while. A good dick down might be on the other side.

Word count: 4,267

A/N: I’m appalled at the lack of Hoseok smut so I thought I’d polish this piece I had about him and post that. Enjoy! Feel free to request stuff as well.

You glanced at the silver and pink watch on your wrist as you typed continuously onto your laptop. You sighed deeply as you pressed enter to switch line. This essay was taking so long to write and you could feel all your focus slip away, tiredness taking over in heavy presses on your eyelids. You met eyes with your charming boyfriend on the other side of the table. He smiled at you sweetly before looking back down at his papers. Unlike you, he was enjoying himself, writing lyrics and listening to some music on his laptop, calmly sipping a warm cup of tea. You glanced to your left and reached for your nth cup of coffee promptly sitting atop a messy pile of books. You tilted it. Empty. A sigh made its way between your dry lips and soon enough your cold hands found their way back onto your keyboard, resting lifeless on the keys.

You were so focused on getting this paper done that you didn’t notice Hoseok getting up to make you another warm drink. His presence lurked tall behind your back as his left arm entered your peripherals, putting a black mug down on the table, making sure to push away all your scattered papers. He grabbed your other mug under your soft stare. You lazily reached for the new drink and brought it up to your mouth.

“Thank you Hobi.” you murmured.

He put the other mug in the sink before standing behind you again, his gentle hands on your shoulders, massaging the sore muscles. You took a long awaited sip. Hm… Chocolate?

“Hobiii… that’s hot chocolate.” you whined cutely.

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Y O U R   T U R N

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader [!]  || Genre: Smut. Just Smut. [!!]

Word Count: 2.2k

[!] Namjin Version

[!!] Sub!Reader, Dom!Seokjin, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Skype / Video Chat Sex, Overstimulation, Mutual Masturbation

Originally posted by koreanfan1

“Nice and slow, baby..” Seokjin cooes to his laptop, watching you hook your thumbs into the elastic band of your underwear. Just as you were told, you pushed the cotton slowly down your hips, eventually uncovering your glistening folds before making it down your thighs and off of your ankles altogether. A light blush dusted your cheeks as one hand came to cover yourself, the other resting against your thigh. Your embarrassment isn’t normal for your late night Skype conversations, but yet again, your submissive side rarely made an appearance either.

Seokjin can hardly keep himself from biting into his lower lip, that familiar flame of lust licking at his gut at the familiar sight of your skin. “Already so wet, sweetheart? We’ve barely gotten started.” He offers, setting his computer on his nightstand in order to give you a better view as well.

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What is Love

Summary: You’re a princess, and today is your engagement ceremony with your future husband, Prince Jongdae. But what happens when neither of you have met each other before? 

**This was a Drabble Game request: Jongdae + “Prince”

Drabble Game: Send me an EXO member and a word (any one word) and I’ll write a short little thing about it!

“Take a deep breath!” your handmaid, a hefty woman with deep set frown lines, clucks at you, and you suck in your stomach as she tightens the corset around your torso. The underwire digs into your ribs and only allows shallow intakes of air – but you’re used to this. You’re used to feeling constantly lightheaded, pinched and tucked into place, re-cut into something presentable. It’s the nature of the game – and this is all a game to you. It has to be.

Your eyes drift from the marble floors of your guest chamber to the mirror before you, and you try not to cry, lest you ruin your makeup. Kohl lines your eyes and gives your blank gaze a coy look, rouge draws out your pursed lips into a smile, faint pink dusts your cheeks to add some color to your bloodless skin. And heavy paint half-conceals the scars across your face – claw marks. The mark of a survivor, your father, the Northern king had told you, and you’d laughed bitterly when he said this because all you saw was the mark of careless parent. He’d taken you with him on a hunting trip, and needless to say, he hadn’t protected you in the way he should have. And you’d payed the price. You were only five years old when it happened, and all these years later, you still can’t look at yourself in the mirror for more than a few seconds.

“You’re just about ready, my lady,” your handmaid says as she finishes the laces of the silk dress you’re now donning over your corset. With practiced hands, she fiddles with your hair, pinning curls into place and tugging strands into uniform, and then you’re done. You steal one more hesitant glance at the mirror and then look away. All the soft lighting and cosmetics in the world can’t give you back what you’ve lost, and it’s going to cost you very soon. Sighing, you get to your feet. It’s time.

The winding halls of the palace are lovely, with colored light pouring through the stained glass windows and old paintings of nobility adorning the walls. Crystal chandeliers hang overhead, and your heels snap against mosaic tiles as you make your way to the throne room. The last thing you need is to be late for your engagement ceremony.

When you finally arrive outside of the grand double doors, you have to pause for a moment to steel yourself. You’re used to the look that you’re inevitably going to get – surprise, followed by either disgust, curiosity, pity, or a combination of the three. You’re hoping that your future husband will have the grace to at least attempt to swallow his shock, and you admit that it might have been a bad move on your father’s part to set up your marriage without your betrothed having seen you first. But this way, he has little chance of backing out. You try not to consider that your father took such risky action because he was desperate to have you out of his sight. He loves you. You know this. But love doesn’t always equal acceptance, even if this was his fault.

Your handmaiden touches your elbow, telling you that it’s time to go in, and you arrange your features into something pleasant before pushing open the doors and striding in as confidently as you can.

There’s only four people waiting for you, to your non-surprise: your father, the priest, the Southern king, and the Southern prince. Your betrothed. Prince Jongdae.

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CEO: Part Seven. [smut]

A/N; So this series went on hiatus for a while I apologise. I have been in a mood with it because I hit a block. However much encouragement from @rememberstilinski and @dumbass-stilinski has ended up with me posting it. I really hope that you guys enjoy it! <3

Pairing: StilesxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: NSFW.

Word count: 6,257

Inspired by this song

Part One  Part Two  Part Three Part Four.  Part Five. Part Six. 

Originally posted by the-rad-grunge-queen

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Fanfiction - A Lifetime of Her (Part VI)

Part VI – “My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder”


She didn’t come back after that night – I knew she had gone back to Boston, to take control over her life. I waited. The phone never rang to give me news or an explanation, inexplicably silent even though I was certain she could find the number had she wished to. And I waited. My mailbox was painfully empty every day, while I dreamt of letters touched by her fingers, read aloud by her warm voice. And yet I waited.

I waited because I had no choice – I was meant to wait for her. Our lives were inextricably connected, vessels adrift on the sea with an intended destination written in the stars. I had tried to forget her before, to live pretending I wasn’t waiting – and that had hurt more than the hours I spent awake at night, looking at the spot where she once had laid by my side. But there was that small fraction of time, that heartbeat, just before I opened my eyes in the morning, where everything was possible – and I was happy.

Sometimes I would catch myself checking the weather in Boston, wanting to know if she could see the stars in clear skies – at least I could share that proximity with her. I wondered if she had drank coffee, dark and strong, while her eyes were still half-shut. If she had decided on a specialty yet. That was better than wondering about her marriage – every time I turned my thoughts to Frank, the idea of her being touched by him brought me to a blinding state of anger and fear. I would go outside in those occasions to run, as fast as I could for as long as I was able, until I had fled myself and was somewhat free.

I enjoyed teaching and found great solace in my students, curious and lively little fiends, always looking for trouble. I dedicated myself to the task of keeping their spirits sharp and their curiosity burning.

I had my old friends, with whom I shared whiskey glasses and laughs at the pub – keeping a respectful distance from the place I knew Laoghaire still frequented. They kept me grounded, even with their crudes jokes about my bachelor status. While I was laughing, it was easier to wait – I could almost push Claire to the back of my mind, where she would curl and sleep, satisfied.

Saturday was born in blazing glory, sun shining high in a cloudless sky like a treasure’s coin. I accepted the chance to spend the morning exploring the paths at Arthur’s Seat, pushing myself to the limit. I reached the summit with a delicious pain at each breath intake, the air fresh like crushed mint, filling my chest with the pulse of life.

Back at my apartment, I made plans to shower and spend a lazy afternoon reading and napping on the couch, while I stripped off my sweaty t-shirt, heading towards the bathroom.

That’s when the doorbell rang.

I opened it without thinking twice, expecting perhaps to see Angus or Willie, swinging by to challenge me to watch a rugby match or play a chess game.

Her hair was a bit shorter than the last time I had seen her, framing a face that was slightly flushed from sunlight and anticipation. She was wearing a white sundress and I realized I had been wrong – my memories would never be more than a pale comparison to the woman who stood before me. Her arms were bare, with no visible marks, her flawless skin resembling a painting.

“May I come in?” Claire asked softly, her eyes quickly tracing the lines of my exposed chest before she looked at my face, expectant.

“Of course.” I moved to the side, allowing her in. I brushed my hair with nervous fingers, desperately looking for an old t-shirt to dress. Eventually, I settled for the one I had been wearing, smelling faintly of sweat and crushed leaves.

“I wanted to come sooner.” She swallowed hard. “I’ve been in Scotland for a couple of days, but had to take care of some papers to start my surgical residency here and find somewhere to stay permanently.” Claire searched my eyes. “I’m moving back to Scotland.”

“Aye.” I said in a husky voice. “I’m glad to see ye, Claire.”

“I’m glad to see you too, Jamie.” She smiled, more confident. “These past two years, I -“

“Ye dinna have to explain anything to me.” I interrupted, feeling strangely hollow, fighting against anger which came with a sense of relief.

“I think I do.” Claire insisted, stepping closer to me. “I want you to know that I heard you, Jamie. I didn’t want to make promises until I truly meant them. I had to finish school and decide what I really wanted for my life.”

“And did ye?” I croaked, folding my arms in a defensive gesture, pre-emptively shielding myself from bad news.

“Yes.” She whispered. In that moment she reached out with her hand, offering it to me with her palm down – naked. Her wedding ring gone. “I divorced Frank more than a year ago – and never lived with him again after I was here.” Claire searched his eyes. “With you.”

“Then why did ye never wrote or called?” I asked, hurt creeping into my words. “Why did ye waited two years to show up again?”

“I had to be worthy of you.” Claire said simply, twisting her hands – her fingers touching the ghost of the ring that once had been there. “I had to make sure I was coming because it was the right thing – not because I was wrecked. You offered me everything and I wanted to have something to give back.”

“I missed ye.” I admitted in a whisper, as her hand touched my cheek – I closed my eyes, surrendering to her caress. “A Dhia, I thought I’d go mad with the idea of never seeing ye again.”

“I missed you too.” She gasped, her body so close to mine I could feel the swell of her breasts, the compelling heat coming from her skin. “I haven’t realized I could barely breathe until now.”

“Are ye here to stay then?” I asked serious, our eyes locking. We were gently swaying along some music we could both listen, too eager to stand still, too afraid to finally meet in quietness. “Because if ye’re not…”

She silenced me with her trembling fingers, touching my mouth, learning the shape of my lips. I almost moaned with the pleasure of her touch, so sincere and tender.

“I’m here to stay.” Claire assured me, tracing the line of my chin, where stubble prickled. “If you’ll have me.”

“I’ll have ye in any way I can.” I whispered, my voice almost breaking with emotion – and yet, stronger than ever before. “Always.”

“Jamie…” She sighed with a smile, her forehead leaning against mine. “May I kiss you?” I realized she didn’t wish to rob me another kiss, a thief taking something precious, covered in the night’s cloak.

“I thought ye’d never ask.” I gave her a lopsided smile and our lips finally met, a kiss eighteen years in the making, hesitant at first and then all-consuming.

We spent the afternoon discovering each other, laying in the living room’s rug, slowly and languidly displacing clothes in order to kiss another inch of skin, to draw shapes of desire with our fingertips.

I opened the first buttons of her dress, tracing with my tongue the curve of her breasts; she insinuated her hands on my shorts, caressing the fine copper hairs of my thighs. I nuzzled her neck, softly biting her until she moaned, so I could reward her with a soothing flicker of my tongue. She laughed and playfully clawed my back, making sure I too would wear medals of our war, marks of the victor. I marvelled with the roundness of her arse and the feel of her swollen lips, battered with kisses, ever-wanting. I was mightily aroused – that much was evident to us both – and yet I didn’t move to enter her. I didn’t wish to precipitate the voyage we had started together, to hasten something that would come naturally to us, as each one of our meetings through life had. I would finally get a lifetime of her and planned to savour each small conquest.

“Are ye hungry?” I asked eventually, kissing her shoulder. She looked dishevelled and wanton, pure lust and love in the shape of a woman – I’d never seen her more beautiful or desirable.

“I’m starved.” She laughed, nuzzling the hollow of my chest one final time. “Will you feed me then?”

“Ach, I’m too knackered to cook.” I admitted, playing with her curls – already sorely missing her lips on mine. “But there’s a fantastic Mexican place nearby – I’ll buy ye dinner.”

“If you’re planning to intoxicate me with Margaritas,” Claire sat up and started to compose her clothes. “I have to say it’ll probably work like a charm.”

We left the house walking hand in hand, like two loved up teenagers, giggling and teasing each other. I’d pull her against me once in a while to kiss her again, to the general amusement and surprise of people around us. I didn’t know such happiness was possible – I felt my chest so full that no space was left for regret or doubt.

We were talking about plans to spend Sunday together, when we heard the commotion. A loud crash, someone screaming – the air was thick with tension, harder to breathe in. I felt Claire gripping my hand one final time before she let go, prepared to face what was certainly coming around the corner.

A man with a black ski mask emerged from the sizable jewellery store, which had imposing diamond rings and golden necklaces peeking through the window displays. He carried a dark sports bag at his shoulder and in one hand sported a menacing revolver, while the other grabbed a shrieking shopkeeper by the hair. Blood dripped from the side of her head, where she had probably been pistol-whipped, her eyes blank with shock.

An alarm went off inside the store, an unnerving sound that made me shiver, the hairs on my arms erecting in fear.

The robber shouted something – a car was waiting near the curb, another masked man inside it. He forcefully pushed the woman against the sidewalk, her head bumping against the edge with a nauseating sound of crushed eggshells.

I think I screamed, trying to stop Claire from moving – I knew she would go. She had healed me times enough for me to know that she wasn’t capable of witnessing suffering without trying to interfere.

It happened in a second and yet I saw it in slow motion – how she kneeled next to the woman, trying to stabilize her neck, to evaluate her wounds, calling for her with the lips I just had kissed moments before. The man in the ski masked turned and looked at her, laughing at the sight of her unfruitful gestures – she held his gaze in defiance, insulting him with her sharp tongue.

I was already screaming before it happened – I could see it so clearly and yet I was powerless to stop it. The gunshot that announced the ending, loudest even than my heart breaking.

I ran to her, trying to catch her before she fell on her back. For a moment I thought he had missed her – but a drop of red appeared on the white of her dress, spreading quickly across her belly like a net of poison, a cloud of blood drenching the fabric.

She looked at me with her eyes wide open in painful shock. I sobbed and cried for help, trying to keep her with me through a stupor of despair, my hands pressing the wound as my heart’s blood left her body.

“Jamie.” Claire whispered weakly, searching my eyes. And I started to pray, as sirens wept around me.

Note: I know it’s angsty but - hey- it’s canon! :D

Good Morning

Pairing: Arthur Ketch x Reader
Word count: 1,175
Warnings: Smut. Oral Sex (Female). Unprotected sex. Softer side of Ketch.
Request: ( @plaidstiel-wormstache ) Ketch waking the reader up for morning sex.

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alaeevolare  asked:

Hello! Is a respiratory system similar to the ones found in the creatures of Avatar (the one with the blue alien people) possible? It basically looks like their nostrils, for the lack of a better term, are at the base of the neck, closer to the lungs. What kind of issues, i.e. diseases and injuries, could a creature with it face? This is specifically for a flying creature if that helps. Thank you!

Okay, so, Avatar is like, MY FAVORITE SCIENCE FICTION-VERSE EVER. Like, I can’t even put it into worlds, it’s just so beautiful, the ecology, the culture, the world, and the interconnectedness theme, and just UGHGHGHGH LOVE IT.

Okay, spazz moment over. I’m guessing that what this ask is referring to the many animals on Pandora that have these things.

In-verse, these things are called Operculum. It’s explained in the avatar Wiki as basically a nostril that feeds directly into the lungs. The animals in question (Direhorses, Banshees, Viperwolves, and the Toruk) all have a need for large amounts of oxygen(Or whatever the heck they respirate with on Pandora) when they are running/flying and hunting. Because they’re all much larger than Earth’s fauna and the air of Pandora was so different, the operculum allow a much larger intake of air for the animals cells to metabolize aerobically rather than anaerobically, which would cause them to build up lactic acid and likely not be able to maintain the movement they need in order to survive.

The only disadvantage I could see to this is that the nostrils would prevent the animals from swimming, as water would come in and flood the lungs causing it to drown, but considering how much larger the animals in Avatar were and how they either had six legs, or were high and fast fliers, this actually really isn’t a bad system to breath with. Some respiratory infections are likely a common cause of death for older animals and they would need to find shelter in the rain, or keep their operculum covered.

Thanks for asking and I hope this helped!

Good luck!

Operculum Source

If It Were Me

I did this thing—

We all know the story of Inuyasha. Well, I twisted it. I reversed the whole thing. Inuyasha is now the one who is thrust into the past. He is still half-demon. He is eighteen. His parents and brother are alive. His parents met in the 21st century so Inuyasha is only legit eighteen when he gets thrust 500 years into the past. Kagome is the one who lives in Feudal Japan. She is the keeper of the jewel. Naraku is still evil. Some things are the same. Some things are not.

Keep in mind, I wrote his years ago. I tweaked it. I tried. I’m sorry. Read it. Judge it. Whatever. 

Ladies. Let me know. It’s a chapter fic. I suck at updating them, but I like this concept so I plan to continue. Enjoy.

 My main gals: @keichanz @inunanna @lacyjaybird @adorableears7 @kags09 @inukag-4ever @artistefish @dreaming-of-the-midnight-sun


She ran, as fast as she possibly could, as her legs grew weaker with each root she stumbled over.

“Damn it.” She hissed as another root caught her ankle. She forced herself back up, despite the pain, and continued to run as fast as her legs would carry her.

 The sound of rustling could be heard behind her. The wind whipped around her face, stinging her eyes, forcing her vision to blur. Her hair, which was once pulled back in a delicate tie, was now loose and catching on low branches. She cried out as she fell once more, but she managed to stand quickly, despite the throbbing in her legs and feet. She clutched her fist to her chest as she ran, careful not to drop the valuable item.

“You can run, but you won’t get away from me.” 

The voice carried through the trees, sending cold shivers down her spine. “I can try!” She shouted back, never looking away from the path.

The moon shone brightly above her, lighting her path to safety, or so she thought. Once the meadow could be seen before her, she jolted past the old well in the center of the clearing and made her way for the only sacred place in the forest, the Goshinboku. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breathing was labored and the cool air stung with each intake. She wasn’t sure if she could make it any further, but there, there the tree stood.

“I see you!” The voice cackled as she ran toward the tree.

Placing the item around her neck, she reached for her bow and notched an arrow. Standing tall, she took aim at the figure walking towards her from the shadow of the trees. “Stop!”

The figure, for a split second, stopped before proceeding once again. “Now, now, Kagome. What has you so worked up?”

“As if you don’t know, Kikyo.” She spoke through clenched teeth.

“Give me the jewel and I’ll let you go.” She said softly.

“But why? Kik—“

“Save it. Give me the jewel, Kagome.” Her voice no longer as soothing as it once was.

“Never. You’ll have to pry it from my cold, dead fingers.” Kagome released an arrow, forcing Kikyo to dodge. The priestess, once gaining back her balance, glared at her.

“I guess you leave me no choice.” The movements were to fast, Kagome had no time to dodge as Kikyo fired a sacred arrow at her, piercing her through the heart.

The arrow struck right through her chest and pinned her to the tree, causing her to become immobile. Her eyes widened at the impact and she dropped her bow with a thud. Her right hand came up to reach for Kikyo as pain, confusion and betrayal crossed her once bright, brown eyes. “Why?” Was all she could say before Kagome could no longer fight the pain and finally admitted defeat. Kagome’s eyes closed and she released a shuddering breath, and her arm fell limply to her side.

Kikyo stalked to the tree and set her bow down. Slowly, the body began to morph and soon, a man stood in place. He searched for the jewel. “There you are.” Reaching out a pale hand, the jewel shone brightly before disappearing in a blinding light. “What?!” He screamed. “Where did it go?” Composing himself, he searched again. When he could not find it, he let out a vigorous scream. “Damn bitch!” He cursed again. He turned, looking at a figure standing outside the clearing. “Kikyo, find the jewel, and do not let me down!” He shouted, disappearing in a cloud of miasma.

Kikyo walked up to Kagome. Maybe she should have killed her, but she couldn’t give Naraku the satisfaction. Instead, she placed a curse on the arrow he had fired. However, maybe that’s why the jewel vanished. “I’ll find it Kagome, and when I do, I will kill you.” She whispered.

The arrow lodged into her chest was no ordinary arrow, for the power it held pinned Kagome to the Goshinboku, placing her in a deep sleep for 50 years.


He jolted awake, the dream felt so real. But what kind of dream was it? The faces were a blur and the voices were disoriented. “I have to stop eating before bed.” He groaned.



“It’s time for you to wake up.”

“Five more minutes.” Rolling over, Inuyasha tugged the covers higher over his head.

“Now, son.” Inuyasha protested when the comforter was ripped from his grasp. “You need to be at school early today. Remember, you are taking that field trip to the Higurashi Shrine.

Grumbling, the half-demon drug himself from the warm comfort of his bed. “I’ve seen that shrine a thousand times. Not to mention all the stories dad has drilled into my long term memory.” He ran a hand through his thick, silver bangs. “Can I just skip today?”

“Absolutely not. I caught you skipping school last week. You will not do it again. Or so help me Inuyasha, you will see a side of me you will not like.”

“Keh, calm down, mom.” He raised his hands in defense.

Izayoi’s eyes softened. “Good boy. Breakfast is on the table.”

Once she was out the door, Inuyasha grumbled. “She can be one scary ass woman.”

“I heard that Inuyasha!” Izayoi’s voice echoed down the hall.

Golden orbs widened at the venom behind his mother’s words. Inuyasha’s ears pinned to his head as he shut his door quickly before running to his bathroom. Pretty good hearing for a human. He stepped in the shower and let the hot water finally wake him.

As Inuyasha made his way to school, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander. The wind was blowing his onyx bangs against his forehead and he scoffed. He wasn’t sure which he hated more, the fact he had to hide his youkai or the fact he was demon and half human. It wasn’t fair. He couldn’t help who he was, and damn it, humans were all very prejudice. He shoved his hands into his pockets as he approached the school gates. A large bus was waiting at the entrance and he scanned the crowd for his best friend.

“Inuyasha!” He turned his head and caught site of a young woman advancing towards him.

“Haruka.” He greeted. “You seen Ryou?”

A frown crossed her features. “What about a “Hey Haruka, nice to see you?” She crossed her arms.

“Keh.” He looked around again. “Hey Haruka, nice to see you. Now, have you seen Ryou?”

She sighed. “Yes. He’s with Michiko. They were waiting for you by the bus.” She handed him a piece of paper.

“What’s this?”

“Don’t forget our date tonight. I’m tired of you always forgetting about me.” She leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips. “See you at seven.” She ran off to meet up with a group of girls heading into the school, tossing a quick, “Don’t forget Yashie! This is your last chance!” over her shoulder as she ran.

He cringed. Her perfume was very overpowering and even with his concealment charm, he still had his youkai senses. “Keh.” He crumbled the paper and put it in his pocket. 

“About time.” Michiko slapped Inuyasha’s back. “Ryou was wondering if you were ever gonna get here to hold his hand on the bus.” She laughed.

Ryou sighed. “My dear Michiko, that is why I am dating you.” She scoffed and punched his shoulder. “Shall we?”

And as Ryou grabbed his wounded shoulder whined about his true love was anything but elegant, they loaded the bus and headed off towards the shrine.

Will this day ever end?


“— any questions?” A shrine maiden, Inuyasha forgot her name, asked the group before proceeding. “Very well. If you will, please follow me to our next destination.”

Inuyasha grumbled once more as he followed the group of fellow classmates through the shrine grounds. He was tired of listening to the never ending stories of the Warring States Era. He was a half-demon, his father lived that era, who was after all a thousand year old daiyoukai. Inuyasha had heard these stories for the past eighteen years of his life.

“This is the Goshinboku: The Tree of Ages. Legend has it that an evil, but powerful priestess pinned another powerful, pure priestess to this very tree.” The maiden looked at the tree and smiled, her eyes shining with love of the story.

“Why would she do that?” A fellow classmate asked.

“Because —“ the maiden began.

“Because,” Inuyasha stepped forward. “The evil priestess wanted something the pure priestess had. Legend never states what the object was.”

“Um, yes. That is correct.” The look in the maiden’s eyes was gone. Touching the small hole that had scarred the tree from the bond priestess, she spoke. “Unfortunately the evil one never found what she was looking for. That is why we do not know what it was.” She turned to the crowd.

“Any questions?”

“Showing off again?” Michiko asked.

“This is nothing new to me. I’ve read about it, heard about it, and studied it.” Inuyasha said shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Why does your father continue to question you about the Feudal Era?”

“I’m a hanyou, he doesn’t want me to forget who I am. We live among human and youkai, only youkai are thought to be extinct. All youkai conceal themselves, just like my father, brother, and I. 

“Well, we’re glad to know who the real you is, after Michiko and myself caught you jumping ten feet into the air when we met in preschool.”

“Well, stupid. You got your kite stuck in the tallest damn tree on the playground.”

“And if it wasn’t for your constant whining, Inuyasha would have never revealed himself.”

“It was my favorite kite!” Ryou protested.

The all laughed at the memory. “Come on guys. Let’s get back to learning.” Michiko pulled the two along.

Looking back at the tree, Inuyasha crossed his arms over his chest. He knew exactly what the evil priestess was looking for. She wanted the Shikon no Tama a powerful, marble-sized jewel which granted whoever possessed it with immense power. In the Feudal Era, which his father had told him, the Shikon jewel was guarded by a powerful priestess with the purest of hearts. The jewel was sought out by the most evil of youkai, in hopes of gaining the immune power the jewel promised. 

Inuyasha’s father never revealed any names of the past, for in his father’s eyes it was better left just that, the past. He told Inuyasha legends and stories since Inuyasha was born. This left Inuyasha’s imagination to run wild. Izayoi, his human mother, had met Touga twenty years ago. He had revealed himself to her, claiming her as his mate. Of course youkai were hidden behind concealment spells in modern Japan that created a glamour that masks youkai’s true appearances. Only powerful mikos could see through the glamour if they focused their powers on it. 

Inuyasha’s charm was a purple beaded rosary with white fangs every few inches apart. His father had it made especially for him when he was born. Touga’s charm was the wedding band Izayoi had engraved for him by one of the few living mikos in modern Japan. Sesshomaru, and his mate Kagura, a wind witch, wore matching wedding bands. Sesshomaru had Totosai, an elderly swords smith youkai, forge two matching wedding bands. One was Kagura’s made from a rare ruby stone with the engraved band that matched his; both made from one of Sesshomaru’s fangs. The two of them had lived through the past 500 years adapting to each century and its customs.

Inuyasha tucked the rosary back into his uniform jacket and followed the crowd. As they passed a small building, a light caught his eye. It was surrounded by a weird aura, which caught Inuyasha’s interest and he let his curiosity get the best of him. Looking to see if the mob of students or the shrine maiden would notice, he slipped into the building. It was dark, and as his eyes tried to adjust, the light appeared again, in the center of the small building was a wooden well. It looked ancient, but intriguing. He hopped down the ledge of small wooden steps and made his way closer; a piercing, blue light emitted from the bottom of the well.

“Hello? Anyone down there?” He waited for an answer, but none came.

“Inuyasha?” He snapped around. “Come on, if that woman catches you, there’s no telling what she’ll do.” Ryou looked behind him.

“Keh, I’m coming.” One more look down the well and the light was gone. He hurried to follow Ryou back into the sun light.

He looked back to the old well house, the odd aura leaving a very unsettling weight on his chest. Shaking his head lightly, he turned back quickly, jogging to meet up with his class.


The night approached quickly, Inuyasha was lying on his bed. The eighteen year old glanced at the clock and it read five-forty-five PM. He sighed. What was that aura? The weird, blue light? His mind kept going back to the well house and that mysterious light. It was unusual, but it intrigued him more so. A knock on his door shook him from his thoughts.

“Are you going to change and head down for dinner? You’re mother was thinking about ordering out and watching a movie tonight.” 

“Actually, since it’s Friday, can I head out with Ryou and Michiko for dinner?”

Touga smiled. “Sure son. Kagura mentioned having dinner with your mother and I for some time now.”

“Your mother and I are what? Where are we going, dear?” Izayoi asked from behind her husband. 

“Call Kagura, we’ll have dinner with them tonight. Inuyasha is heading out. 

“Sounds like a date.” She kissed his cheek before turning to her son. “Inuyasha, leave that cell phone on.”

Keh.” Inuyasha bounded off his bed and raced past his parents, but not before he was wrangled into a kiss on the cheek from his mother.

Inuyasha made his way out of the house and found himself back at the Higurashi shrine. Okay, so he lied. He was not meeting anyone. He just wanted to check out that well house again. Inuyasha climbed the thousands of steps and kept to the shadows as he made his way to the shack. The aura had been faint, but it was still there. 

Opening the doors, he caught a glimpse of the same light. The sun was setting and the orange glow created a small path of illumination from the door to the well. Leaping from the stairs, he walked to the edge of the well lip. “Hello? Anyone at all in there? I saw the blue, pillar of light.” Again, he waited for an answer that never came. 

“Fine, I investigated my suspicions.” He shrugged and turned to walk away, but not before the light shot out from the darkness and wrapped around him. “What the fuck?!” He shouted.

Closing his eyes, he prepared his body for contact with the hard bottom of the well. When his body did not hit earth, he opened his eyes to see he was engulfed in a radiant, sea of blue light. He turned his head to see a silhouette of a person in the distance. He called out to the figure, only to get a faint response.

“I’ve waited so long for you, Inuyasha.”

“What?” He asked. The silhouette disappeared. “Wait! Where am — oomph!” The light vanished and he came face to face with solid ground. “What the fuck was that?” He looked up to see the sky covered in a million beautiful stars. “I must have hit my head if I can quite literally see stars.” He grumbled and prepared his legs to jump.

Once he grabbed the edge of the wooden structure, he almost fell back down when he noticed a luscious, green forest surrounding him. His feet landed on soft grass, greener than he had ever seen. 

Tokyo isn’t known for its greenery or forests and there is no way in hell you could see this many stars with all the light pollution from the city. He thought. Damn, am I even in Tokyo anymore? 

He wasn’t sure what to do, but for time being, he just began to walk. Sighting a dirt path to the left of the clearing, he made his way through the trees. He could hear an owl hooting, and crickets chirping. The air was much cleaner, Inuyasha couldn’t detect a hint of pollution. He shook his head and pinched his cheek. “Nope, it’s not a dream. I’m definitely not in a city of Tokyo anymore.”

Lust Spilt from Mason Jars

Painting was Levi’s worst habit.

He wished he could stop painting the blues and greens of those ocean irises and sunkissed skin sitting vulnerably in front of him. He wished he could stop, but he knows that he can’t. He was in too deep - too addicted to those chocolate mocha curls, the defined muscles that curved and mended his body, the bonfire scent that never failed to stimulate and heighten his senses, the raspy morning voice that seemed to always tumble out through those lustrous looking lips. He was hooked - completely enraptured and addicted to this man. And none of it was his to own. This man was a desire made to be off limits.

Eren was like an endangered species, a rare and exotic mammal worshipped and praised in a world filled with power thirsty men. He was the branches of the tropical trees reaching for the rich, moist air of the Amazon rain forest - the dew drops slipping off the fresh, greenery leaves and into the rich soil of the Earth. He was the desperate intake of air when rising from the depths of Washington’s freezing waters. He was an area of unknown wonders. An area of vast curiosity. A mystery.

On the other hand, Levi was - well he was the crumpled piece of paper at the bottom of his plastic blue dented trash can. The plastic blue dented trash can in his overcrowded room of pencil shavings and unfinished canvases. He was the smeared smoky watercolors staining the cold concrete flooring of his studio, the sketchy amateur lines inscribed into the massive piles of sketchbooks on his overly cramped desk of spilt mason jars and matted paint brushes. He was an uncompleted mess of cheap clutter - a hoarder, a waste of space.

He wished he could limit the amount of hours that he spent in his studio painting and perfecting those colors flourishing in his eyes, trying to convey the same range of sea green and cerulean blues swimming behind those thick black lashes.

There was just something about those sultry eyes staring back at him all posed and lazy on the stupid old rickety stool he bought from a yard sale but never had the guts to get rid of. He was a true hoarder of the meaningless things, the things that were never picked up by outstretched hands for their cheap outlook. Just like him. Cheap and meaningless.

He looked down at his canvas and cleared his dry throat, his eyes reverting back to the model posed in front of him. He wanted to paint this otherworldly man in red - in the color of passion and lust. He wanted to be the air filling Eren’s lungs that filtered through his body with every intake and exhale leaving his nose. He wanted to be the six hundred dollar trench coat clenched loosely in his white collared fingers just so he could feel him mold around the crevices of his naked skin and drown in his sweltering heat. He wanted to invade every inch of space between Eren’s widespread legs dressed in ripped light washed cutoffs so he could watch their shadows play out the joint connection of their bodies moving and joining in sweet ecstasy. He wanted to be painted in his red.

Levi took in Eren’s full parted lips letting out wisps of generous breaths and listened to the labored breathing of his healthy lungs tumbling through his smooth fleshy pink lips, completely entranced by his caramel chiseled chest slowly inhaling and exhaling. He swallowed.

“Something the matter, Levi? You look…distracted.”

Levi licked his lips and lifted his eyes to settle on Eren’s sculpted jawline and sharp nose. He didn’t want to risk looking into his tantalizing glare. He didn’t want to be tempted by the golden treasures lost at deep sea.

“No…I was…um-” He tsked and furrowed his thin brows in annoyance. Why wasn’t he able to speak? He was a fucking thirty year old man. Not a blubbering fifteen year old.

“Taking a short break?” Eren offered, his voice low, gruff, and dangerously husky.

Levi tightened his sweaty fingers around the paintbrush in his hand and shifted his eyes onto his canvas. “I…” He swallowed and licked his dry lips. Why was it so hard to speak to him today?

When he heard the familiar creaking of the stupid old rickety stool and the soft padding of Eren’s bare feet on the smoky water colored concrete flooring of his studio, Levi felt his heart clench and punch against his ribcage. Fuck.


No, I’m not…I can’t-

Mr. Ackerman.” He whispered.

Levi felt his cheeks redden. Why did he have to go and say shit like that? There was a reason to why he told him not to call him by that, and it was specifically for this reason. He scrunched his nose up. The little shit was probably doing it on purpose.

“We should continue this tomorrow,” Levi muttered, quickly putting away his utensils and color palettes. “You have a meeting in thirty minutes anyways.” He continued, his voice calm and collected. The complete opposite to what he was feeling on the inside.

“Then I’ll cancel it.”

Levi deepened the furrow of his eyebrows and gnawed on his lip. “Well, Hanji is supposed to be coming-” He started before Eren grabbed his chin and turned his face to look at him, his eyes meeting his in an instant.


Levi let out a sharp breath and felt his cheeks burn tremendously as Eren’s thumb caressed his bottom lip, continuing to keep their eyes on each other as Eren slowly pulled down his lip. Just when he was starting to lean down, Levi freaked out and moved to grab onto his portable cart of paint to back away from him, but instead pulled it down with him. He panicked and fell out of his stool, spilling all of his bottles of paint onto him and on the floor in all kinds of colors. Levi cursed and wiped a good amount of paint from his eyes as he stared down at the mess he made. Why was he always like this? It was like his whole life was born to be a mess from the very beginning.

Just as he was about to sit up, Eren’s warm hands grasped onto his face and pushed him back down onto the floor, climbing over his body. Levi could feel the spilt paint seeping into his hair and clothes and clenched his jaw. He felt filthy. Disgusting.

He should be getting up to get a change of clothes and jumping into the shower right this second, but with the presence of Eren over his body, he thought otherwise. Besides, he hardly ever got the chance to be this close to Eren and still have the ability to get away with it. It was like a blessing - as if he was in the presence of a deity, a god.

Levi pressed his paint covered hands on Eren’s bare chest and pushed. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, trying not to focus on how Eren’s hot skin felt under his cold palms. “I will not be responsible for replacing your expensive fucking pants if you end up getting paint on them.”

Eren chuckled. “I don’t plan on it. Besides…” He started, briefly looking down at Levi’s painted lips before he inched down and brushed his mouth over Levi’s, purposefully coating his lips in a dark shade of blue.

“I don’t mind getting dirty.”

Treat you better

Summary: The reader finds comfort in unexpected arms when the past returns to the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. He realizes a little too late that he had lost her forever.

Warnings: Smoking (I don’t encourage this, it was just for dramatic effect), cursing, a bit sad. 

A/N: I changed just a bit the request because I wanted to make the reader a badass because she fucking deserved it, okay?? Hope you guys like it, and feedback this shit because I am a sucker for feedback <3

Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

Originally posted by holybatlogic

“Matt, I don’t care what your current deal with her is—” she pointed at the slim brunette behind the sliding door that lead to the Devil’s bedroom—“but you have to know that I can’t keep this shit going on if you’re not gonna cooperate. A relationship is made by two, not just one.” She shook her head, trying to hold back the tears. “I’m done, Matt. I shouldn’t have believed you…”

“(Y/N), let me explain it—”

“No.” She smacked her lips. “I sure as hell don’t want any explanation of yours. Enough I have with you being the fucking Devil of Hell’s Kitchen; I don’t need to know why Elektra is back. All I need to know is that you’re turning into who you were in college and back then, this hurt like hell… I’m not gonna let it hurt again.”

“(Y/N), please…” Matt pleaded.

“Goodbye Matt, I hope you don’t get killed.” She took a deep breath and turned around for good.

It wasn’t until she was in the safety and privacy of her four walls that she allowed herself to break down. She sat on the hard-wooden floor trying to remember when Matt had started to act different and why she wasn’t able to stop this from happening. It was a cycle repeating, and it had one thing in common: Elektra Natchios.

Several hours later, (Y/N) carried her coffee, a pack of cigarettes, her lighter and a garden chair up to the rooftop of her building. She was not sure if she was allowed there, but she just needed a moment of peace and that was the only place she could think of. After arranging everything into place, she sat down and lit up the first cigar, and as she took the first, deep, drag, she also took a deep breath. She needed it, after all.

Steps behind her made her turn her head a little just to have a glance at who it could have been. She sighed and smiled lightly and took another drag. She took out her cigarettes and offered the just arrived man. He declined, wrinkling his nose and sitting on the cornice of the rooftop, beside her extended legs.

“Rough night, Castle?” She asked, looking at him from the corner of her eyes.

“I dare say less rough than yours, (Y/L/N),” he chuckled, “so… what’s with the tough look?” He nodded in her direction; truth was that with the mug of cold coffee in one hand, the cigarette on the other and the bad-ass sitting, she looked tougher than ever. Frank smiled lightly at the sight as he awaited for an answer.

“I just had a terrible day.” She replied shorty.

“At work?”

She scoffed and rolled her eyes in exhaustion. “At life.” She sighed heavily and sipped the remaining of the cold coffee. “It seems like the past insists in following me around today.”

“Wanna talk about that, pal?”

“You know I had a boyfriend, right?” Frank nodded silently. “Well, Matt and I met back in the day, when we were in Columbia studying and all that crap, and boy he was a good guy. Like a saint kinda guy, but a woman appeared in the way. Her name is Elektra Natchios and… It all went to shit because she not only distracted him from… me,” she took a deep breath, “but she also made him distracted from his studies and everything. Long story short, she’s back in town and today I found them at his place and… she had not changed a thing, and unfortunately Matt has gone back to who he used to be with her.”

“So you hate this Elektra gal?” Frank asked.

“You could think so, yeah, but… truth is I don’t. I just hate what she has done to Matt, and what she does to him. He seems to be under some…” she twisted her lips, trying to think of the right word to describe her thoughts, “some kind of spell. I mean, bitch is gorgeous I swear to god. Like, tall and super skinny. She looks like a freaking model, but again, it’s not her who I’m mad at.”

“Did you find them going at it?” Frank cocked an eyebrow.

“God, no!” She squealed and winced in disgust. “They looked like they were injured, and… well, Elektra was wearing one of Matt’s shirts, that of course, totally suited her, but the shirt she had on was one I gave Matt for his birthday.” (Y/N) bit her bottom lip. Frank had never listened so carefully and he never seemed very interested about her relationship with the lawyer, but that night it all changed and she was taking the opportunity to let it all out. “I mean, he didn’t even have the fucking decency of giving her other shirt. Why did it have to be my shirt? I don’t want it back but—”

Out of a sudden, both (Y/N) and Frank were startled by the Daredevil himself.

“(Y/N) get away from him, he’s dangerous.” The man in the red suit warned, quickly getting to her to try to keep her away from the Punisher. Matt could be very protective and possessive when he felt like (Y/N) was in possible danger, but now it was too late for him to play hero and try to protect her.

“Get your hands off of her, Red.” Frank threatened, dropping his gun on the rooftop. “I am not afraid of beating the shit out of you.”

“Frank, no!” (Y/N) squealed, running towards him and placing her palms on his chest, trying to sooth him. “There’s no need for that…”

Matt was taken aback by the smooth relationship between them, and by Frank’s erratic heartbeat, he knew immediately that his feelings for (Y/N) were as strong as his own. Matt was decided in not letting (Y/N) go, but deep inside, he knew it could be a bit too late for that.

“Why don’t you tell him exactly what you were telling me?” Frank encouraged (Y/N) by nodding at her. He knew how strong she could be and he never doubted her. She just needed a little push.

“(Y/N)?” Matt asked, expecting the worst from her. He deserved it, after all.

“You’re an asshole, Matt.” She started. “You’re a dick. I mean, why? Why pretending all this time? Why the lies? Why did it have to be just like college?” She asked. “I mean, haven’t you learnt your goddamned lesson? Are you that much of an idiot?” She felt her voice increasing its volume and her chest expanding with every air intake. “Seriously, Elektra comes again, and you fall into her trap again!” She was exasperated and thanks to Frank’s little push, she felt empowered and invincible. Things were different now from her college years and she was not afraid of speaking up. The career in law had toughened her up. “And what’s worst, you’re not only lying to me.” She pointed at herself. “Think about Foggy for once in your life, would you? Think about how you’re turning the business you had together into shit. Everything you’ve worked for, you’re really gonna blow it up because of her? And don’t come with that ninja shit you’ve been rambling about, I don’t need and I don’t want that explanation.” She shook her head lightly. “I’m not that heartbroken Matt,” she said after a pause, her voice had softened and her bottom lip had started to tremble, “I’m just… tired and I’m hurt because this is like college all over again and I thought we were all over that.”

“Tell him about the shirt.” Frank coughed.

“Oh yes!” She snapped her fingers, regaining her confidence back. “Because how do you think I felt when I saw Elektra wearing the shirt I gave you for your birthday? I mean, not only she was rocking it, but it was all bloody and shit. Like, couldn’t you have at least a bit of decency and respect for me by giving her another thing to wear? Jesus, Matt, you’re a piece of shit.”

“I know, and—”

“No Matt, you don’t know shit.” She interrupted. “If you knew something, you’d treat me a bit better. You know, I’ve known Frank for a while now and as surprising as it can be, he listened to me rambling about you, because you know what? He treats me well, and he cares about me. And a lot. I don’t recognize you anymore, Matt…” her voice broke, “and what’s worse… I don’t think I ever did. Just… leave, Matt. I don’t want to see you ever again.”

“Are you saying Frank Castle is better than me?”

“You heard the lady, man.” Frank stepped closer to Matt, ready for the previously announced fist fight. “Leave.”

“I’m talking to her, not you.” Matt took another step closer to the Punisher. “You don’t know her like I do.”

“Apparently I know her better, because guess who has been picking up her pieces that I’m guessing you left today.” Frank teased.

“You’re doing this because you like her and you wanna get to her. I’m not an idiot, Castle.”

“I strongly disagree.” The alluded shrugged carelessly. “Leave before I make you leave in pieces.”

“(Y/N), answer me.” Matt pleaded one last time. “Is Frank Castle better than me?”

“You could say so, yes.” (Y/N) nodded. “Now leave, for real, I don’t want to see you ever again or hear from you, I just want you out of my life.” The tears pooled in her glimmery eyes and just before she broke down, Frank’s huge arm rested around her back, giving her a sense of safety and support. “You can keep all the things I gave you, or better, give them to Elektra, I’m sure she’ll enjoy them.” She bitterly spat.

“Let’s get you inside.” Frank softly said, placing a hand on the small of her back. “Red, get outta here.” His voice turned from soft into a growl. Matt licked his lips and nervously and had no other choice but leaving. (Y/N) was right, he was a piece of shit and he realized that exact same minute that the one thing that kept him on the normal side was her and that he had lost her forever. She didn’t even see him leave.

Once they were inside, Frank put some water to boil and (Y/N) went to her bedroom to change into something more comfortable. This was the second time she broke up with Matt, and it hurt as much as the first time did. She stayed in her bedroom, crying almost naked for everything that had happened. It hurt her seeing how little he had learnt and how little he cared about what they had. It was incredible how Elektra could change him, just flicking a switch on him.

“(Y/N)?” Frank knocked on her door, startling her and making her dress up quickly. “I made you some tea, I’ll be waiting for you in the living room…”

“Thank you, Frank.” She stammered.

When she got out, she discovered Frank smiling slightly at her and holding the cup in one of his huge hands. She took it gladly, and took a sip from it. She muttered a ‘thank you’ and wrapped one of her arms around his wide torso. She tried to keep herself together, but truth be told, she couldn’t. Fortunately, Frank was there to keep her broken pieces from falling away. His arms were like glue to her breaking heart.

“I know you like me, Frank…” she whispered, “I’m not an idiot.” Frank chuckled and nodded.

“Yeah, not like I’ve been trying to hide it…” He admitted.

“But why listening all my blabbering about Matt?” She looked up to him. “I mean, I was hurting you and you never stopped me, and I’m sorry for not sto—”

“You were not hurting me, (Y/N).” Frank laughed heartedly. “I mean, it wasn’t my favorite topic to discuss, but…” He shrugged. Out of a sudden, he lets go of (Y/N) and goes away to sit on the couch. He tapped on the spot next to him and she took the invitation. “I like you, ok? I like you a lot,” he nodded at her, “but I do have a ridiculously elevated amount of respect for you, so I’m not gonna push’ya into something you don’t want. I might be a nutjob, but I understand the meaning of limits.”

“Frank Castle has feelings, after all.” (Y/N) smiled lightly and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Thank you.” She sighed after a long silence. “Just thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” Frank lovingly kissed the top of her head and leaned his big head on hers.

Collection One


    Safe for work, yandere
    Kanato, Laito and Ayato, Subaru and Shuu

         You had caught his attention, as he found himself maddened and addicted to you. There could be no other substitute to satisfy that which he craved, as he determined he would own you.

         A suggestion was placed on you, his words trapped within your mind, as it played over and over, and laced itself around you. Whilst your stood frozen, his words had wound an invisible thread around your body, as it left it in a state of paralysis that frightened you. As your body felt like lead, and your words got caught in your throat.
   Kanato chuckled behind you, a soft, low and sinister sound that had a cold shiver that ran down your spine. And yet your body remained still as you shivered within and your senses grew painfully acute. As you listened to Kanato walk closer; his foot steps sounded hollowly throughout the classroom. He taunted you, has he put emphasis on your helplessness against him, as you felt his cold fingertips run just underneath the hem of your uniform skirt.
    A whimper of protest got stuck in your throat, as you wondered why, why did Kanato take this sudden and dark turn.
   "Your eyes are wide with such fear and tears, it’s a rather adorable sight.“ He took pleasure in the trapped torment contained in your eyes, which now served as a window into your emotions. Which you were unable to convey through your voice or actions,
    "It’s just so delightful isn’t it? To be my doll, so helpless and silently unable to flee from me.” He stood in front of you, his pastel violet eyes peered deep into your own, as that drank in the sight of your tears as they gathered and slowly ran down the curve of your cheeks to your chin. Where they dropped onto the floor, as he drew closer and his breath brushed up against your skin, as it gave you chills.
    Kanato’s tongue was wet and soft against your flesh as he licked up a salty tear and caused you to internally squirm and whimper. You had become a prisoner within your own body at the mercy of Kanato’s whims. And as he pulled away and your eyes met his, you pleaded as more tears rapidly ran down your cheeks for him to release you.
    “They got to close to you, everyone has, I can smell their scent lingering on your skin, in your hair and clothes.” The corners of Kanato’s lips pulled down into a frown, before they quickly turned back up, as he reached out his small and slender hand. Which he rested on your cheek, his touch unnaturally cold, as spoke, his voice held a mocked innocence whilst his words delivered something sinister,
     "I’ll dirty you, and mark you everywhere so that the only scent which remains is my own. That’s what want isn’t it? I can see the way your eyes plead for such things.“ Kanato mistook the beg for mercy in your eyes as a plead for him, as his hand ran down unhurried along your jaw to your chin, wet with fresh tears. And ran his hand back towards your throat, where his hand lingered, as he felt your quicker pulse throb beneath his fingertips.
      The thoughts of your blood as it pumped throughout your body, so warm and sweet made his mouth water, as his fangs ached and yearn to pierce your skin. As his threat grew dry and his stomach felt empty,
     "Shall I begin?” He rhetorically questioned, has his fingertips ran down to the bow of your uniform, his thimble fingers undid it with ease as he pulled it away. The silk material ran over your skin, as it taunted you, and you inwardly shuttered, as your breath hitched. As the sharp intake of air created a soft and subtle sound Kanato’s ears picked up on.
    “Your getting just as excited as I am aren’t you? Don’t fret I’ll break you, and I’ll love you, till you so hauntingly, beautiful broken.” So sickly sweet, his words were like poison honey that they seemed to drape onto you and sunk down into your core. As his hand ran down to your shirt, which he begun to unbutton.

Laito and Ayato
         "Little Bitch, Your the one to blame, tempting me with such false innocence. I yearn to see the desired stained woman which is your true nature.“ Laito’s words echoed in the empty school hallway as you bolted, as your legs became weaker with each step. And the blood rushed in your ears has you heard the own painful pound of your heart within your chest. As your breaths pasted your parted, dry lips in short, uneven raspy pants, that your lungs were already starved for. Whilst the air you were able to inhale burned, and your body became overcome by quivers, till your knees locked up and the ground rushed to meet you. As the world around you spun and shook, as images split into two and darkness danced on the edge of your vision,
    "It doesn’t matter where you run, Yours Truly will always find you, your blood calls to me.” Ayato sounded close, as his cocky and rough voice contrasted Laito’s own smooth and playful tone. As you laid on the ground, as their taunts became louder with each seconds that passed, unable to make another move.
   "Nfu, just look at our Bitch-chan, what an erotic look it is for her.“ Laito purred to his brother, his angular green eyes remained fixated on you where you lay collapsed on the floor. With your clothes ripped close to shreds as they barely hung on your frame and exposed the bite marks that decorated your breasts and thighs. As blood still trickled from it and seeped into the shreds of your uniform,
    "Oi she belongs to Yours Truly!” Ayato snapped as he drew closer, and reached down to wrap his hand around your throats so that he could left you from the ground, as he crushed your neck. As your already air starved lungs began to scream as the last bit of air within you pasted your lips in a meek whimper.
    “That’s the face, show me more of it.” Ayato commanded, as his smirk grew to expose his fangs, and your hands twitched to weak to be able to reach yo and claw at Ayato’s grasp. As your eyes began to roll back into your eyes and the darkness closed in, when two arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
     "Carful, brother otherwise our Bitch-chan can’t tell us who she prefers.“ As Ayato’s grasp on your throat loosened at Laito’s words and you gasped, as you took in gulps of air which burned your chest. As a slew of pleads and whispers poured past your lips, which caused Laito to click his tongue in disapproval, when Ayato’s snarled out,
    "What the hell do you mean hentai?!” The sight of you slumped in Laito’s arms enraged Ayato,
    “I mean let’s find out through talking to the Little Bitch’s body to see who she wants more. Nfu~ I can assure you that I can give you so much love.” Laito moaned in your ear, as Ayato pressed himself against you, as he grabbed onto your hips and smirked down at you,
    “I’m the very best so your goi to belong to me, I’ll teach your body to desire only me!” Ayato bragged against your lips which he roughly claimed with his own, and groaned against them as he forced your lips open and tasted you. As you heard Laito’s voice drop, his his hands ran lower,
    “I wouldn’t be so sure about that, now tell us who do you desire the most, Bitch-chan?”

Subaru and Shuu
         Trapped between Shuu and Subaru, drenched in blood that wasn’t your own or theirs, as the memory replayed in your mind. Of the male classmate who had stood to close, their words too suggestive, but it had all been harmless till Subaru snapped the neck of the pour classmate. As their friend walked in to witness the her horrendous act has they heard your scream from within the music room. When Shuu acted quickly and ripped out their jugular, and blood poured and sprayed onto Shuu.
     Subaru quickly snapped,
     "Keep quiet or I’ll snap your neck.“ You placed your hands over your mouth, and muffled your cries, as you took several steps away from the two brothers and tripped over your own two feet. As you stumbled backwards and felt a chair at it pressed against the backs of your knees. When Shuu turned towards you, as his long legs ate up the distance between him and you, his blue eyes fixated on you. As you feel back onto the chair behind you,
     "We warned you to stay away.” Shuu muttered tiredly as he reached out to you and grabbed your wrist. Which he used to pull your body to his, as his arm encircled your waist and kept you pinned to him. Whilst the blood that soaked Shuu’s clothes seemed into yours, as you felt Subaru press against you from behind, his hands found your hips. His grasp tight on your hips as he slipped his hands into your skirt and made it fall down to your feet.
      Shuu’s hands contrasted Subaru’s actions as his hands ran under your bloodied stop, and ripped it, the buttons popped off as the cloth gave away. And fell to the floor, useless, as you became bare, trapped between Shuu and Subaru. Whilst their hands clawed at your tender skin, as they left behind red long marks, that made you yelp and whimper out their name. As you felt them strain against their pants whilst they pressed into you.
     "Now we will destroy everyone that gets too close to you.“ Subaru growled in your ear as he ensnared the outer shell between his fangs, as you shivered and writhed against them, bare and vulnerable. As Shuu groaned has his fingers ran along and snapped down to your hips and between your legs, where he parted them and lifted them up and around his waist. Whilst Subaru pulled away, and Shuu dipped you back, as he lavishly exposed you to his younger brother.
     "You’ll never escape from us ever again.” Subaru smirked down at you as Shuu mumbled,
     "Let’s see how quickly it takes for you to learn who is who.“ As Subaru pulled out a tie from his pocket and placed it over your eyes and blinded you as he lowly growled. His voice heavy with lust as he reminded you, as Shuu lifted your body back up to his own. And you felt Subaru chest against your backside,
    "Don’t you dare utter a single sound.” As his fangs grazed your shoulder, as he taunted you before he sunk his fangs deep into your flesh. Whilst Shuu claimed your lips and muffled your yelp of pain, as he took the chance to taste the inside of your mouth. Shuu moans poured into your mouth as Subaru groaned against your skin and the battle between the two over who would properly claim you first begun.


Taste Me
    Safe for work, expect Shuu, vampire reader
    Shuu, Reiji, and Subaru

    “You mine understand slut?” Shuu growled possessively, his voice rough with pain, as he let go of your waist and reached up to grab you by your hair and pull you away as you whimpered. Whilst his blood dropped from your soft lips and onto his bare chest, as he sat up pushing you onto himself, as your eyes widen and your body quivered at the feeling of him inside of suddenly.
    “No matter where you go, who you play with, you’ll always find yourself back here, tangled up and bloodied with me.” His words echoed in your mind as he pushed you onto your back, separating himself from you just as suddenly has he had joined with you. And whilst Shuu loomed over you with a smirk that showed his bloodied fangs, with the blood that you craved ran down his neck, cover his collar bone. As it reached his toned chest and trickled down before it dripped off of him and onto you. Who was just was bloodied, bruised and bitten that decorated your whole body, as you soft panted beneath him, your eyes darkened by blood thirst and lust that had yet t be quelled as he thrusted inside.
   Shuu filled you, stretched you as his hands found your hips and his drove his fingernails deep into flesh at it set the bite marks that littered your hips aflame. As you reached up and wrapped you arms around him and dug you nails into his backside as you closed your eyes. Whilst your pushed against him meeting his ever thrust deep within, and pushed against your inner wall and making you stomach bulge slightly with each powerful thrust inside of you. As your stomach clenched and you felt yourself tightening around him as his thrusts became more and more erratic, and he tossed his head back and let out a guttural groan of you name. Before he looked down at you, his darkened and hazy eyes meeting yours when his sights wondered down to your bounding breasts.
  “Blood and body, all of it, it belongs to me now, and you will not drink from another person or allow someone else to touch you.” Shuu darkly chuckled as he leaned down, pressing his body against yours, some of his weight causing you to sink into the bed just a little more. As you wrapped your legs around his waist, and racked you nails down Shuu’s backside as he shuttered and gasp.
   "Your my little slut.“ Shuu rasped, as you felt the coil inside of you clench into a tight ball that was minutes away from unraveling into a wave that would drown you.
   "Go ahead, loose yourself only for me.” He urged you, his voice heavy whilst his breath tickled your ear, as it brushed against your skin and made you squirm and it overcame you as Shuu stilled and let out a garbled groan on you name and he fulfilled you furthering your pleasure as it filled you in ways that you could never forget. As Shuu wrapped his arms around you and pulled you up as he fell backwards, pulling you on top of him, whilst the moon had already begun its path lower in the sky and this blood thirst that had driven Shuu and you into a state of madness. Which had been quelled at least as Shuu and you parted roughly, sweat and blood coating your bodies and as you  tried to pulled away, when Shuu’s arms that had wrapped around you waist tightened.
   "I meant what I said, never before have I made these claims and they aren’t false, your my slut.“

         Dark crimson droplets pooled, its color contrasted the pale skin of its host, as it sparkled under the bright light of Reiji’s study. Which gave it the appearance of a glistening jewel, whilst the scent that only Reiji had filled the room and threatened to drive you to the brink of madnesses. As you took in deep quivering breaths, savoring Reiji’s scent as much as his flavor which lingered in your mouth.
    Running your tongue along your bottom lip, as you collected the drops before they could fall, whilst his hazy pink eyes followed its movements, and his breaths became shallow, rough pants. The pleasure of your fangs as they pierced his skin brought him at the edge as he felt that at any moment he would be washed away by an addicting current that coursed throughout his body. It was those fangs which appeared so delicate within your mouth as the tips pressed lightly against your bottom lip whilst you took in the sight of your husband below you, that he found himself yearning for most disgracefully; but his self control was slipping away. As pleads sat on the tip of his tongue, as Reiji no longer trusted himself to speak, but instead involuntary tilted his head back further into the pillow that rested beneath his head.
    Offering himself to you, this was his silent plead for more; that was the only conversation that pasted between him and you; desperate silent communication through ones own body language. As you leaned down over the small blood of blood, dipping your tongue into it as a shiver of delight raced down your spine to between your legs.
    Feeling the torn flesh as the source, as your cold tongue ran over the burning hot skin you felt Reiji shiver beneath you. As you pictured that face of primal pleasure, of his eyes hazed over and unfocused, his lips parted as he panted and he cheeks flushed heavily with heat. And you wondered about the look of desperate desire in his hazy eyes, as you felt his hands grip your hips harshly as he rolled his into yours. Whilst he parted your legs, bringing them high on his waist before he dug his harden length into you.
    Groans, which were both his and yours slipped past your lips as Reiji sought a release whilst your chased the end to the hunger which burned in the pit of your stomach. As you cleaned up the last drop of blood which had pool in that hallow spot just above his collar bone. Whilst every bit of blood that trickled down your throat soothed the ache as you felt Reiji tense up beneath you, his body clenched as he retained any sound and both of you found the prize you sought after. As you pulled away and stared at Reiji who laid beneath you,
    "Have you had your fill yet?” Reiji struggled to compose his voice and keep it steady against the lack of control he felt among the pleasure that filled him. As he watched the corner of your lips curl into a smile, something he would do anything to see, not that he would ever allow you to know that.
     Reiji sat up as he reached up and grabbed your chin and held it still,
     "I believe it’s my turn to devour you.“ Composed, his voice came out smooth and cool, as he watched the control you held moment ago drain as he chuckled,
     "Did you believe you withheld any control over me, I’ll have to train you better to know your place.”

     Driven into madness as the full moon rose higher into the night’s sky, where it would soon reach it’s peek. In which it would deliver Subaru and you into a truest state of vampiric being. As your throat burned and your stomach felt painfully empty, whilst the scent of Subaru’s blood beckoned you. And even though he and you lacked the warmth of human prey both had become addicted to the intoxicating and unique flavor of each other. So on this night you formed a connection with him that was formed from blood and fangs whilst hands caressed, clawed and grasped each other’s sweat covered bodies.
     Sinking your fangs into Subaru’s soft skin just beneath his collar bone and it burned him, giving him a dull ache that had him groaning as his eyelids slipped shut and he tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck. Which was already riddled with bite marks that had blood which had trickled from them creating a rather macabre sight, as the blood had soaked into his blood curls and stained the pillow beneath Subaru’s head. While you dug your nails into his sides, creating crescent moon shapes as you began to rack your nails down to his hips while in the depths of your carnal bloodlust. As Subaru’s hips arched into yours from the pain and he quivered beneath you, and his own grasp on your hips came close to bone crushing. And blood seeped through his finger from the bite marks he had given you with animistic hunger that had only be slightly slated.
  Letting go of your hips with one hand, he reached for the wrist of one of your hands that’s him grasped painfully as he growled and groaned. As he lift your hand up to his lips whilst you pulled away, running your tongue along your bottom lip collecting drops of blood. As your cheeks flamed with a soft muted heat that felt strange to you as you felt his cool blood trickle down your throat soothing it as it filled your stomach.
   Groaning his name softly as Subaru had lifted your hand to his lips, which were lush and soft as he brushed against an old and fading mark. His fangs scraping over the mark taunting you as you body tensed and your lips parted with a soft stuttered gasp as your bottom lip quivered and your eyes fluttered shut. As he sunk his fang in, ripping through the old and nearly healed wound, the sensation of your flesh giving away and breaking from the tips of his fangs as they plunged into your skin was agonizing with a sweet undercurrent of pleasure.
   You heard Subaru moan heavily as your cool blood flooded his mouth, and coated his tongue as it ran down his throat and soothed the ache. As he drove his fang in deeper growling as he did, whilst you lean down your breath fanned against his bloodied neck as you lightly breathed on his neck. Before you sunk your fang in which were already a light shade of pink from his blood, which now slowly filled your mouth as you drunk a mouthful whilst he lightly tended beneath you as he pulled away from you hand which he let go. As you reached up to run your hand through his blood matted white locks. Whilst he ran his hand down to your butt which he roughly gripped, his nails digging into your soft skin before he ran his hand down to your thigh which he lifted up to his waist, parting your legs. When you pulled away, and ran your tongue along the bite marks making them sting as Subaru grunted and you picked up the blood as you pulled on his soft locks.
    “Damn it, I want more of you.” Subaru growled


Wash Room
    Not safe for work
    Ruki, Yuma, and Azusa

         A moment spend with in the bathroom had turned naughty.

         Leaning over the sink, spatting the foamy toothpaste into the sink, the running water washing it away.
    “Livestock, your giving your Master a lovely view.” Ruki spoke from behind, his voice a low and predatory purr, perfectly design to calm his prey till it was too late and he was already devouring it, bit by bit. Stalking closer, till he stood pressing up against you, his hands finding your hips and slipping his finger into your waist band. As chills spread throughout you as your froze, unsure before hesitantly standing up. Feeling his chest pressing against your backside, his cold temperature contrasting pleasurably your warm one, which was growing increasingly hotter. As your thoughts became a slew of jumbling ideas of where Ruki was leading this too, but by the thick ad harden length of him resting against your backside, it’s becoming clear.
    “For that I’ll reward you, remember always please your Master.” Breathing into your ear, his words low and raspy, as your heart became to throb, and the heat boiling between your thighs became nearly unbearable.
   "Your becoming so warm so quickly, your body already knows and desires me so well.“ Slipping your pajama bottoms and panties slowly down over you, the material running down causing your breath to hitch. Instinctively leaning forward, whilst Ruki gave a gentle and soft moan, as your panties and bottoms resting just between your butt
    "Livestock,” Ruki ran his hands slowly up your butt, grasping it softly and watching as it spill between the parting of his fingers. “Your so soft and warm in my hands.” Teasing you, before pulling his hand away, your body growing tense waiting for the incoming slap.
   Chuckling and reaching down to the part between your thighs, his cool fingers brushing lightly against your wet warmth. Grasping in surprise, and pushing against Ruki fingers making them slip between your wet fold. Collecting your honey his fingers before moving his fingers up and ghosting gently over your bundle of nerves. Your body relaxing and melting in his hand, whilst slowly rolling your nub in circles, as the pressure became greater with each passing second.
    “Is this all it’s going to take to make you come undone?” Taunting you as the warmth of your body growing in embarrassment and lust. Light protests slipping past your lips, with a mixture of pleas for more, when a sharp and sudden stinging pain came coursing throughout your body. Riki’s hand coming in contact with you, pleasure instantly joining it with Ruki thrusting his fingers deep into you. Sending you on a crashing course making you come undone so suddenly.
    Your body locking up from the sudden onslaught, Ruki’s name falling from your lips as a loud moan. A smirk playing with Ruki’s lips,
    “Do you want more?”

           The shower wall is cold against your chest, as it’s shocking temperature teasing your nipples as the became hard. Their sensitivity growing with ever brush against the cool tile from every harsh jerk your body gave forward and against the wall. From Yuma’s rough pounds inside of your warmth, the sight of your smaller body jerking and pressing into the wall, jolting with his thrusts spurring him. Causing him to become rougher, Yuma’s hips flexing shoving himself erratically, his stomach becoming tease and taunt while coming closer. This is his greatest turn on, your body helpless and meek on his length.
    “Ya growing so tight around me, as I pound deeper into you. Do you like being my toy, huh?” Grunting and reaching out to grasp your hair, pulling you back toward him and forcing your back into an arch. Whilst wrapping an arm around your waist, before running his hand up to your bouncing breasts and grasping them, his nails digging into the soft flesh. As he let go of you hip, placing his hand on the shower wall which he was pushing you on.
    “Sow ya going to cum again on my cock.” Ordering brashly and crudely, before gasping out, “I’m going to fill ya up, but ya going to like that aren’t ya, to have my cum deep inside of you and dripping out of you. Ya a dirty sow aren’t you?” Squirming on him because of his words whilst begging for it, and light pushing against him.
    Groaning at the feeling of you clenching around him and writhing, Yuma let go of your hair, grasping your tight, which is tight enough that it is going to bruise within a short matter of time. Lifting your leg and nearly crushing you against the wall, and groaning loudly, while finding his end and triggering yours. Both and you froze, the warm shower water beating down on his and your’s body.
    Pulling away, the cum that mixed inside of you spelling out and dripping past your lips, trickling down your leg and mixing with the water.
    “I’m not nearly close to being done with ya yet, sow.” Warning you, as you worn body had already slumped in his arms, your chest expanding and contrasting with panting short breaths. The warning and lust in his voice sending a soft shiver throughout your body even under the warm water.

         Running your hand up and down Azusa’s length, his pre-cum washing away with the shower water cascading over him and you.
   "Eve….faster please.“ Begging, his voice trembling, your fingers lightly grazing his balls, causing Azusa’s cock to twitch in your hand. A tremor running through his body, and a moan filling the air along with a whimpering plea.
   Running your hand up to his tip and squeezing him lightly, forcing a white pearl of cum forming on Azusa’s tip. Tempting, your mouth watering eager for his flavor; getting down on your knees, just outside the spray of the water. His body shielding your his eyes focusing on you, peering up and meeting his eyes from under your eyelashes. The sight before him inviting, reaching out and tangling his fingers in your hair.
    "Please.” Whimpering whilst remaining at your mercy, your hot tongue running over his tip and sending another tremor through his body. Causing him to toss his head back, as another brazen groan of pleasure of,
    “More…take more of me into…your mouth.” Sliding Azusa in slowly, taking him bit by bit and enveloping how cool length inside of you as he writhed at how hot it is in your that.
     "I’m burning…inside your mouth.“ Pulling at your hair and thrusting himself deeper into your mouth, feeling you choke and gag on him. And staring down at you, as he was deep within down to his balls, the sight becoming overwhelming.
     Pulling out and thrusting back inside of you, slowly and gentle going down to the very hilt. Groaning at the feeling of your throat clenching in a gag around his tip; his thrusts remaining slow, lavishly pleasuring himself with your mouth. One of your hands resting on his hips, feeling it flex and tightening beneath him, while cupping and softly squeezing his sensitive balls, bringing him closer to his release.
     "I’m going…to cum inside…of your mouth.” Warning you moments before he tensing up, and tossing his head back once more, whilst burying himself in your mouth. Thick cum shooting down your throat, as soft gasps filling the air, his gasp on your hair growing loose.
     "Thank you…eve.“


Innocence Lost
  Angst, warning: the brother’s pasts
  {Child} Shuu, Reiji, Ayato and Kou

         There were times when the nights became too long, their black expands stretching on into forever; never ending. And thoughts which have been hidden behind barriers within his mind came crumbling down as a trickle became an out pour flooding his mind. Seizing and consuming him, as it spread throughout his body like poison; bringing with it all his demons that he could no longer outrun.
    Everything came crashing down.

         The blazing fire surrounds him, their flames arching towards the pitch black and starless sky, blocking it out and creating a roof of fire which threatens to come crashing down at any giving moment. As the heat builds and Shuu’s skin begins to bead with droplets of sweat the slowly trickle down his forehead and into his wide blue eyes. Which reflect the dancing flames before him, as the sweat stings his eyes. While blinking against it, his body tensing with the fear coiling in his belly like a cool heavy stone, as every part of him grew immobile and heavy. When every came crashing down, the fire taking a plunging drive towards him. Cause his frail small body to collapse onto the charred and blackened earth below.
  Curling into a shivering ball, his small thin arms wrapping around his legs, his slender fingers clutching at his pants in await of the steering agony of the fire. As it would eat away at him till he gave away to death; trickling tears became blinding till Shuu could no longer bare it, closing his eyes against the sight before himself. Then everything grew cold, the roaring of the flames fading away, the grass beneath him becoming soft and lush. And the scent of smoke filling his nose became nothing as Shuu breathe clear crisp air.
  "Shuu!” The voice calling out to him filled with panic and agony, seeping down into Shuu’s core and bringing with it a dreadful cold. Which is as frightening as the searing hot flames licking at him from all round.
  Opening his eyes, his breath catching and knotting in his throat painfully, his attempt to swallow it down futile. As the sight the before his large, rough, deep blue eyes burning into his young mind of Edgar’s charred blacken corpse. Of just bits of meat clinging to red and black bones, Edgar’s head facing Shuu, his empty sockets accusing him. The words dancing in his mind in a vicious and mocking chat.
  “You didn’t save me.” The first chat, “You are too weak, too worthless.” These words following sharply on the first chat’s trail, “You watched me suffer.” These words jumbling up with “You watched me die.” The words becoming interchangeable with one another, as the chats grew in volume and speed, tripping over one another turning into a pounding scream within Shuu’s skull. While driving deeper with a sharp stab of pain to his chest.
  Sitting up panting, Shuu’s face sticky with tears, his blonde curls damp and clinging to his neck, forehead and the side of his face. Lifting up a hand to his aching throat, while his scream echoed in his mind, the words from his nightmare a whisper at the back. Ones that will forever haunt him, lingering waiting for the chance to attack him once more with an even greater vengeance than before.
  No one is coming to comfort him, because no one cared. The dawning realization carving deep within Shuu, that he is truly all alone. But that it is better this way, to distance himself and stop caring this way he could never feel the pain of their absent, or the gnawing guilt that it’s his fault their gone.

         The hallway is dark and cold, seeming to stretch on forever in front of him as his light footsteps softly echoing throughout the corridor. Reiji’s breath hanging in the air as a tangible fog in the air lingering before fading away, only to return with his next breath. As the looming walls breathed with him, their mass expanding and contrasting around him. With their eyes fixed into the elaborate pattern looking down at him, with their soft whispered taunting and teasing him with words he couldn’t decipher.
    Reiji’s feet shuffling unwillingly with a strong compulsion from fear propelling him forward. The darkness cascading behind him, consuming everything. Threatening to consume him if he didn’t keep moving forward. As the hallway finally came to a stop, with a door that was cracked open, light pouring out from it. Giving a soft and light glow, as laughter, musical and warm, came drifting out with the light.
     A chill reaching out towards towards Reiji, breathing down his neck and slipping under his nightwear shirt. Chills spreading down his backside, creating goosebumps along his back making Reiji shiver. Wrapping his arms around himself, an attempt to fend against the pressing heavy chill consuming him whole. As black goo came dripping from the ceiling, it’s touch sending an sharp, ice cold pain throughout his body. While Reiji’s chest grew tight from the pain, as the black goo welled up around his feet becoming a thick and sticky pool that only growing higher and higher on his legs. Causing the panic and fear to bubble up within a Reiji mixing in with a choking desperation. Bring stinging tears to his eyes, welling up and spilling over in despite of his rapid blinking to clear them away.
  ‘I shouldn’t break, I must not break.’ Think desperately to himself, his chest expanding and contrasting with short gasping pants. As the goo around him grew even higher and the rapid dribble of the goo from the roof became an heavy outpour.
   Swinging open at the end of the hallway, the door is open wide before Reiji whose eyes grew wide at the sight of his Mother cuddling Shuu to her chest. Her hand running through his blonde hair which was like her own, with her bright blue eyes which she shared with Shuu staring down at her her treasure. As the whispering around Reiji became a harsh, thunderous cackle.
     "They don’t want you, they don’t need you.“ Singing among the rasp of laughter, adding as a cruel punchline, "Your nothing more than a mistake.” The words clean and crisp, throbbing inside his head; opening his mouth to call out to his Mother and Shuu his cries falling on deaf ears.
    Clawing wildly at the blankets surround him and smothering Reiji, kicking them off himself and sitting up. His vision blurry without his glasses, but he could still see an image suiting of himself in the vanity on his dress across from his bed. The blurry image of himself reflecting to his large eyes the imperfections keeping him from not only his Mother’s but everyone’s attention. From everyone’s affection and love, he is fading into the back ground soon to be forgotten if he makes one mistake, he knows he is going to slip into worthlessness.
   "I’ll prove my worth, becoming someone perfect who never makes a single mistake.“ Whispering to himself softly, his words hanging in the air of his room. This way he will always have worth.

         Sinking deeper under the water’s surface, the eyes of his Mother and two younger brothers staring down at him. Then eyes cold and unfeeling as the corner of their lips pull into a scowl of disappointment in Ayato. Before they turn around and walk away leaving Ayato behind drifting, falling to the bottom of the lake. Whose cold water sends a sharp and agonizing needle point pain piercing his entire body. With his Mother’s words echoing in his mind, twisting and fizzling out into one repeating word,
    'Useless, useless, useless…useless.’ Ayato’s body growing heavy as the horror sinking down heavy in the pit of his stomach. Whilst he began trashing, his limbs displacing and splashing the water around him as he breaks the surface for only a moment. His mouth opening up for a greedy and gasping breath of air, his cries rushing out garbled as his green eyes growing at the sight of his family’s backside, walking away from him. Leaving him to the mercy of the murky and muddy water’s whose arms grasping at his ankles pulling him down and under. The water crashing down on him filling up his mouth and rushing into his nose into his throats and lungs. His small body convulsing in his suffering, as the dawning realization that this is now his grave.
    Filling up with water, the murky darkness surrounding him as his trashing came to a stop and his body became paralyzed. As the growing darkness around him began to press closer and closer, wrapping cold fingers around him. His body finding it’s place at the bottom among all the other boys and girls who are as useless just like he is.
    Panting and gasping out pleas for help as while laying immobile under the thick covers of the blanket. Two wide purple eyes peering curiously down at him, Kanato clutch in his Teddy growing tighter. And upon sitting up, his eyes scanning the bed behind Kanato, taking note of Laito’s absence just as is has been most nights, tonight was no exception.
     His brothers they have value according to their Mother, while he is worthless, failing at every task she has given him. It is not enough, he needs to be better, to prove himself, to be number one and perhaps even earn the his place to live. So everything he did from this day forth will be the best, and no one will be able to deny his worth, and he would not find himself at the bottom of the lake cold and unloved.
    "I will be number one.” Declaring aloud, his words falling deaf on Kanato’s ears who was tending to his bear. Causing anger to bubble within Ayato, “Do you hear that Kanato I will become the best!” Snapping, and thinking to himself of ever way he could come out on top forever more, as a small sense of pride swelled within his chest, but even right then Ayato knew it was false. But it wouldn’t matter if he became the very best.

         Screams ripping his throat only to turn into a pitiful gargle at the rising bile filling his threat and spilling past his lips, splashing onto the floor. His chest heaving and convulsing, his body giving into trembles and cold sweat tickling down his back, seeping into his shirt. Which is composed of rags stitched together, with rips and tears reveling cuts and bruises that marked his flesh.
   Laughter from the shadows arose around Kou, their voices a vicious mockery in the delight at his torment. The urge to run compelling his fragile body to move and rip out of the surrounding mass of darkness composing of shadows and jabbing laughter. With its hand reaching out at him ripping at the clothes and exposing skin, their nails skin and ripping. Sending another spasm of agony racking his already withering body.
     Ripping away, taking another step sharpened needles which blanketed the floor piercing into the soles of his feet, tearing the flesh to shreds. His knees locking at the new type of pain crashing into him like a wrathful wave of the ocean, sweeping him away and down into it’s depths.
      Falling to the ground, the needles piercing through his clothing, and spears throughout him. As the darkness came crashing down on him, wet and slimy wrapping around him. It’s fingers poking prodding, ripping and degrading, plunging into his stomach; meet ripping away from meet, his body offering little resistance.
    Kou could feel it wrapping around his heart, soul, and his very will crushing it, their laughter growing in volume, threatening to bust his ear drums. While worming and imprinting itself into his mind, which he could feel breaking apart at the seams. With only one thought remaining before he broke away,
   'Nightmare, or reality?’ He could no longer tell, the two fusing into a never ending mass of terror, always remaining like rocks inside his stomach, and dancing inside his mind, with a pointless wondering of what new horrors are waiting. With every day bringing a new fear and pain, piling into the day before, promising to crush Kou under its weight. With eyes peering out at him, watching, waiting, enjoying the life fading from the one eyes he had left. It’s a never ending dance closer and closer to death, with the rules being giving and receiving, and giving the only thing he could ever keep, his body.
    “Kou, Kou.” Over and over a voice calling his name out to him, the gentle shaking stirring and taking him away from the plaguing nightmare of sleep and into the nightmare of reality. With light grey, stormy eyes, peering down at him, Ruki and behind him standing are Yuma and Azura. Their eyes on him, their lips set in a firm line, and their body tense with worry. As tears came rushing to his one eyes, trickling down his cheek.
     Bolting out of bed and wrapping his arms around all three of them, who have become his brothers, a family he never thought he would have. This is what the world gave to him for the pain he is paying in, because that is how this world around everyone works, giving and receiving.