#and it gives me the stength the carry on

[future-crab]

The world can be a cruel and unforgiving place, but also it contains so many videos of Gerard Way holding the mic out to the crowd during the line “You should’ve raised a baby girl I should’ve been a better son”

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

D E A D

LITERALLY, HE IS DEAD 🤣

another thing Dragon Heart did right- the practice sword fight used WOODEN swords.

IM SO SICK OF SEEING AND READING ABOUT PEOPLE SWINGING ACTUAL SHARP BLADES AT EACH OTHER JUST FOR 'training' OR FOR A 'test' EVEN THE ERAGON BOOK DID BETTER THAN YOU, NUMEROUS UNNAMED PIECES OF MEDIA!!!

[michelleleewise]

Hey Loki, so I don’t know if you know this or not but In my universe you’re a character in a movie and my comfort character, who I kinda grew up with. I get the whole shitty family thing, I had an abusive parent and well there were many times I considered giving up because I was so tired and just didn’t wanna be here so, I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you. Thank you for making me feel less alone. Much love.

Hello my dear,

Yes, i have heard tale of these moving pictures, and this actor who dares portray me, Thomas something or other...though I have been told he is quite dashing so I shall be merciful.

I know all too well the feeling of loneliness, especially in regards to a parental figure who is supposed to protect you. My little mortal here knows the feeling as well. She had told me that she was the only girl born into a family who wanted only boys, and spent most of her days alone and told she was not wanted.

I am honored that my story has helped you find comfort, and helped you. And know I am proud of you for not giving up, for pushing forward when all seemed lost. I hope my story can continue to provide that comfort that you need, and never forget the stength you carry inside you. And if they did not see how amazing you are then that is their loss my dear, you deserve so much better. I hope this finds you well, and I look forward to my next visit. Until next time....

All my best,

Loki ⚔️

[faegirly]

A Letter from Kaedehara Kazuha - as a partial offering to the archons of luck, but also as a tribute to a character ive quickly grown to love, heres a soft and comforting letter from Kazuha. i hope you like it 💫

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My dearest friend,

I am grateful that the wind brought your last letter to me as swiftly as we wished it would. I can assure you that your words of encouragement after hearing about my returning to you were received warmly, though Captain Beidou often pulled me away from rereading it to attend to my duties on the ship.

No matter. Soon, we won't have such barriers as duty and the endless oceans to keep us apart. As I write this letter to you, I am in fact on my way back to Liyue Harbour and request humbly that I might see you when we dock. Perhaps by the time you receive and read this letter from me, I'll already be there, waiting for you.

What a miracle that would be. To see you after waiting for so long. Perhaps we could go and share a meal together, drink sake and talk about our various journeys, how our paths became intertwined and led us together. I have so much to tell you, some gifts to give to you also, although to see you smile would be a gift in and of itself.

Despite my excitement in returning, I cannot say the voyage has been... overall pleasant. The situation in Inazuma regarding the Vision Hunt is only growing more intense, and getting from the mainland just to its harbour was a battle alone. However, I don't want you worrying, as much as it is our disposition to think in care about one another. I still have my vision, thank the wind, but I sense new dangers ahead of us. Which is why, I would like to ask you to join me in my next expedition. I know that having you by my side will give me all the encouragement I need.

Well, my friend, I must keep this letter brief. I hear Beidou calling me to the upper deck. But know this... every night, as the moon casts a ribbon of milky light over the waltzing ocean that, for the moment, seprates us, I play my flute for you. No matter how far I may logistically be, I always do. Every night. I let the wind rise around me and carry my song to your sweet face, hoping that when it arrives on a breeze and brushes against your cheek as my hand would, it would bring you stength and comfort as your letters have to me.

It is a song that tells of the might of the charging dark sea that throws a sharp acidic aroma into the storm as waves crash foamy against the hull of a great sea vessel, the crunch of leaves as one races through a thicket and winding golden forests, of the crackle of lightening that tears a purple crack into the full grey clouds, and of a shore... where a pirate ship bobs in the low tide, the metal chain of the anchor clinking as it is pulled from the sand, and of thw wind that smacks into the tall sails to bring me back to you after far too long apart.

...I know it is hard being apart for so long. It has... gotten to me some days, not being able to look over and see you smiling beside me. It can be as imposing as a great rushing wave, unbounding strength that is poised and able to take us under. But in those time, we must remember to take a breath, take a step and remember why we keep going, what we are striving for.... who we are reaching for and hoping to see once again.

In your last letters, your mention of loneliness and aimlessness in day to day life broke my heart. Please, my dearest one, in those times when you're trapped in that hurricane, remember to take a breath and take a step back if you need to. Centre yourself, clear your mind and take your time, most of all, to make it through at your own pace. I believe in you without question. You can trust me on that.

... I must go now, dearest, but not for long.

As reliable as it has always been, the wind will lead me back to you. I'll be at the harbour soon, longing and excited to embrace you at last.

Until then, my sweet maple,

Yours,

Kaedehara Kazuha 🍁

[xmalereader]

Thomas Shelby X Male Reader

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Summary: Reader is all alone and can’t say goodbye

Warnings: Pure angst and character death

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He was staring at the clouds, lying on the dry grass as he watches the sky grow dark. His hand was pressed up against his side, trying to stop the blood from flowing out. He doesn’t remember how long he’s been lying here, has it been 10 minutes? Maybe an hour? Does anyone know he’s here? Does Thomas know?

He can’t help but think about the doubts. He’s in the middle of the woods, far away from the nearest town. No one knows where he is and he’s all—

Alone.

Groaning, he tries to sit up but that only worsens the pain. Causing the blood to flow faster as he whimpers in pain and falls back onto his back, he tries to apply more pressure but with the amount of blood that he’s lost is making him weak and soon his stength will be gone.

“Dammit.”

He was suppose to be coming back home to the Shelby family. He’s been out for a few weeks with his own family, spending some holiday time with them before his return. He had sent a letter to Thomas about him arriving a few days earlier, wanting to see the Shelby family again since they had accepted him into their family with open arms.

He was suppose to arrive today but instead here he is. Lying in the middle of a field, covered in his own blood. Not too long again he was riding his mother’s horse back to the stables only to be shot off.

He knows that the Shelby family has a lot of enemy’s and he tries his best not to get involved but somehow he still got into the families issues. Being apart of the Shelby family means that you are one of them, meaning that you too will have a lot of enemy’s.

He had no idea who had shot him but he does remember the shouting of men as they laughed at their work before leaving him to die.

He stays lying down as he watches the sky grow dark, it’s getting late. He’s suppose to be back home.

Blinking slowly he feels the tears gathering up, biting his lip he tries hard not to let them fall but in the end he lets it happen.

As he lets himself cry in pain, he tries his best to move one more time. Clutching his side he turns onto his side and tries to moves his legs, using all of his stength he moves hismelf onto his knees and tries to crawl to the nearest tree, pain shot up his side as he screams in pain and falls forward, using his free hand to try and keep hismelf steady.

“I can’t—I can’t—“

“Yes you can, now stop your whining and get back up.”

Y/n glares at thomas. “Tommy I’ve told you before, I’m not shooting a gun and never will I need to use one.” He grumbled and stands up from the ground, dusting his pants and sighing deeply. He was tired and hungry. He just wanted to go home.

“Even if you don’t use one you still need to learn how to shoot.” Thomas approaches him and takes the gun from him. “Keep your arms straight or else you’ll hurt yourself again.” He reminds the other.

Y/n rolls his eyes. “I did have them straight—“

“They were bent.” Thomas shot back, licking his lips he sighs. “I just want you to be safe, I can’t risking losing anymore loved ones.” He hands the gun back to y/n who gently takes it back.

“I can’t lose you.”

Finally reaching higher ground he forces himself to sit up against the tree. Leaning his head back as he lets out a pained moan, slowly he looks down at his wound and removes his hand only to see his own flesh and blood. Biting his lip he moves his hand back in place, hissing once his hand makes contact with the sensitive wound.

He lets out small puffs of air as he stares at the dark sky, it had grown dark after only a few minutes. He was out doing business in the evening so he isn’t surprised to see hismelf in the middle of nowhere during dark hours.

He slowly feels himself growing weak, his eyes slowly dropping as he tries to keep hismelf alive for a little bit longer. Sniffling he looks up at the stars and tries to keep hismelf distracted from the pain.

He looks at the stars and a small smile forms on his lips. “It’s a lion—“

“—look I see a lion.” He points up, guiding Thomas as he draws out the creature for him. The two were sitting on the roof top of the betting shop. It was a Sunday and both Thomas and y/n use this day to do anything together, they promised each other to use this day to do anything they wanted and today they decided to do a little star gazing.

“I don’t see it.”

“Maybe you need your glasses.”

Thomas chuckles with a shake of his head, “I can see the stars perfectly fine, it’s the lion I can’t see. I’m not someone who is interested with the stars.” Y/n laughs, “neither am I but at least I know a thing or two.” He nudges him softly before turning back to look at the stars.

The two are silent before it is broken. “Shooting stars, you’ve told me about them before.” Said Thomas. “Said how they granted wishes?” Y/n grins with a nod, “Mhm! I mean, it’s not really true it’s just a small thing that people made up in order to gain more attention towards the stars and planets.” He gives off an awkward laugh. “I know.” Thomas leans back against the brick wall as he stares at the twinkling lights.

“Ever wishes they were real?”

Y/n’s eyes widen in surprise before they soften. Curling up closer to Thomas he nods. “Yes, probably sounds stupid but yes.”

Thomas turns to face him. “What would you wish for?”

Y/n laughs. “What would I wish for? I don’t know, don’t really have anything in mind.”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing.” He repeats back.

Thomas sighs deeply, staring at the stars as he softly speaks up. “If I could make a wish it would be for you to stay by my side, until the very end.” Y/n blushes and averts his gaze from Thomas. The two have been seeing each other secrelty, not wanting the public to know about them since no one speaks kindly to people who date the same sex and the consequences could hurt the two.

Y/n listens to Tommy’s words taking them in. Since he told him his wish then maybe it would be fair if he told him his.

“I wish—“

“—I could say goodbye.”

He lets out a choked sob, blinking away the tears as he tries to adjust his sitting position. He stares down at his wound and with a faint smile he removes his hand, chuckling to himself as he stares away into the night.

“How long will you be gone for and is it safe there?”

“Thomas, I’ve told you before; the town my parents live in is safe and no one will know who I am.” He reassures Thomas as he carries his things towards the car, setting them in the back seat as Thomas followed him around like a lost puppy.

“It’s been getting dangerous latelty and I Just want you to be safe.” He says again. “And I will be safe. I’m only gone for three weeks and before you know it I’ll be back home with you.” He leans forward to kiss his cheek and then his lips.

Thomas doesn’t kiss back, too worried about everything but y/n doesn’t mind since he already knows how Thomas acts towards situations like this. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Promise?”

He gives Thomas a smile and nods. “Promise.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispers out. “I’m sorry Thomas, but this is a promise I won’t be able to keep.” He adds and gives the stars one last look before he takes his last breath.

[1a-imagines]

˗ˏˋ Show off ˎˊ˗

Characters: izuku midoriya

Overview: when he see how impressed you are with his stength, he cant help but show off more of his abilities. Its a shame he didn't realise what effect he was having on you.

Warnings: s m u t, begging, hair pulling. Its pretty vanilla.

A/n: This is my first time posting smut so please be gentle on my soul.

This ones for my hornee friends. You know who you are. :>

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"This is so exciting!" You happily bounced on the balls of your feet as you bubbled over with joy. Your boyfriend laughed at your reaction, he hadn't seen you this excited in so long, it made his heart melt, You're so adorable. If he didn't have so many boxes to move into your newly bought, shared home he'd love to pepper some kisses over your face.

"I know, I'm excited too. Even with all the heavy lifting we have to do today." He chuckled as he reached over to grab another box.

"Oh! Let me help you!" You moved towards him but he shook his head. "No it's ok honey, I got it but can you get the doors for me? He asked as he reached for yet another box. You would be lying if you said you weren't impressed, he was picking up those heavy boxes like they were nothing! You knew he was strong from his line of work, not to mention it showed in his muscles, yet it never failed to make you gush. You'd be seeing a lot more of it now you two will be moving in together.

You rushed over to hold the front door open for him, and as he passed you your jaw dropped. He was casually carrying 6 of the heaviest boxes you had packed like they were a couple of pillows. He placed them down and turned to find you staring with your jaw dropped open.

"What?" He suppressed a laugh at your expression, though he was genuinely confused as to why you were gawking at him.

"Y-you're really strong!" You squeaked. Izuku blink, taking a second to process before letting out a laugh. You had been dating for years and you had seen him working out more than once, yet it still seemed to impress you to no end. "Of course I am!! I am a hero after all."

You blushed, shyly rubbing your arm. You'd probably never get over how strong he was. You weren't a hero yourself, you weren't necessarily strong either, so of course it was bound to impress you! "I-I know but it's still impressive! I guess I just forget how strong you are sometimes."

Usually you were the one teasing him but this time you were the one left with a red face.

Sometimes you forgot how strong he was since he has such a cute face, even though he was much older now, he was no longer a school boy, but his cheeks were still a bit on the plump side, that mixed with his freckles- It was adorable! Somehow he pulled it off so well that they looked so soft and kissable yet he still had a defined jawline and it all went together so well. He was just so handsome-

"Honey? You're staring."

You froze up.

You wanted to hit your head against the door, it was so embarrassing! You've been caught ogling him again and you could see he was enjoying it from the smile on his face alone.

"Come on, let's get the rest of those boxes there'll be plenty of time to stare later." He passed you again, you couldn't believe he was teasing you about this!

You trudged behind him with a red face, making a mental note to get back at him later for this.

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The night after you two had officially moved in was spent on the couch, your eyes barely open as you slowly fell asleep. You had spent the whole day unpacking and organising everything and it was safe to say that you were exhausted. Izuku seemed completely fine, despite doing most of the heavy work, then again, he had probably dealt with much more physically demanding days with his line of work.

Seeing him moving furniture around on his own, lifting heavy objects that would take the work of 3 people had really been a treat for you, though he caught you staring at him every single time and you could swear he was becoming smug about it.

You tried your best to focus on the movie but the dull lights from the TV screen combined with warmth from your boyfriend made it the perfect atmosphere to fall asleep in. You yawned as your eyes fell close and you felt izuku's hand rub up your side. "I think it's time for bed." He whispered as he looked down at you barely holding onto consciousness.

You really didn't want to have to move but falling asleep on the couch would be uncomfortable. You nodded and forced your body to push yourself up only to feel a hand go under your legs and another behind you back. You were lifted up.

Your eyes peaked open slightly, you were cradled against Izuku's chest, he was carrying you to bed. "Strong.." You muttered which earned a small laugh from your boyfriend. "I don't know how heavy you think you are but this of all things shouldn't be so impressive to you."

"I really weigh nothing to you huh?"

"Well, I can usually carry about 5-6 people in one go when rescuing. So no, you don't." He replied and even in your sleepy state you could hear the prideful tone in his voice as he spoke. If you weren't so sleepy right now you might have teased him for that. It almost sounded like he was trying to show off a little.. which was strangely out of character for him, and yet it was working on you.

You couldn't help but admire his strength, then again you admired a lot about him. He made you feel so lucky, lucky to be in love with someone so amazing and to have him love you back. It felt too good to be true.

He gently placed you onto the bed and pulled the covers up over you. Your face twisted into a frown at his missing warmth but he quickly crawled in next to you and encased you into his arms.

In your sleep induced state you didn't realise the way your hands were wandering around his muscles as you drifted off, leaving your boyfriend red faced.

It felt- nice… like you were admiring and almost worshiping him. He wasn't egotistical and he never thought to show off how strong he was to others, but when it was you? It felt so good.

He could feel himself slowly becoming addicted to how you reacted to his strength alone. The way you looked at him like he was the most amazing person in the world to you. He was ashamed to admit he wanted more, more of you giving him that look, more of seeing your red face when you got caught.

He looked down at your sleeping face, your hand still placed on his tone stomach, he smiled, butterflies filling his chest.

Maybe he should start showing off to you more often.

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You were currently sitting on the couch with your laptop resting on your legs. You were catching up on some work as your boyfriend went around cleaning your newly shared home. You had offered to help him several times but he kept insisting it was fine and you should focus on your work.

Even when you lived together he played up to the gentleman role. It had only been a week and whenever he wasn't at work he was insisting on cooking and cleaning for you, though you mostly took care of those when he was on the job since your line of work was much less demanding than his.

You glanced up from the screen to see your boyfriend bent over, his plump ass in the air as he vacuumed under the tv stand. You pressed your lips together as you shamelessly started, why did he always have to wear shorts? They cupped him so well. He probably wasn't even aware of it either.

Something about living together now had helped you to notice anytime he'd bend over or wear something that would show off his muscles more often. You had tried not to be too much of a perv but- well it was kind of hard to control when you were constantly around your extremely good looking boyfriend.

You made sure to quickly avert your eyes once he stood back up so as to not be caught. You couldn't afford to keep going red faced around him, it was too embarrassing.

You played innocent as you focused on your work but you still had a smirk on your face from seeing the lovely sight. Luckily Izuku was too busy with cleaning to notice.

As he made his way around the room and got closer to you, you looked up and got ready to stand. "Oh, need me to move?" You asked as you assumed he'd want to get under the couch too. "No you're good!" He grinned in return.

"Wh- AAH!" You clutched onto the arm rest as he lifted up the couch with one arm. You didn't know what it was but a sudden fire lit in the pit of your stomach. Seeing him so effortlessly lift the couch, with you still on it. Was more than you could handle.

"So strong..." Like your stomach, your face began heating up and you failed to see the grin on Izuku's face at your words. He placed you and the couch back down and took a few seconds to admire the look on your face. It was so cute, it made him feel prideful that his girlfriend was gushing over him so much.

He felt almost guilty for doing this on purpose, for trying to show off to you.

"Are you ok, princess?" He asked with a tilt of his head. You looked up at him with a look of awe and admiration, it's not like he wasn't used to this from his fans. It always felt so nice to know people admired him, but when it was you who was admiring him, something about it felt so much better!

You reached over and tugged at his hand. "Yeah! I just want some cuddles." It wasn't a lie, seeing him do something so amazing like it was nothing made you want to admire him even more. "I still have cleaning-"

"Can you do it later?" You whipped out the puppy eyes and he gave in almost immediately.

"You know, I can't say no to that face." He sat down next to you and without a second to waste you were in his lap cuddling up to him. Your laptop and work were forgotten in an instant as you pressed sweet little kisses to his jaw and neck.

He did not expect his showing off to have this effect on you. He had been showing off in front of you any chance he got but this reaction was still surprising.

Were you pent up? It sure felt that way by how you were sloppily kissing his neck

Since you two hadn't been living together until recently you hadn't had the chance to see his strength in action except for on tv. But seeing it in person and seeing how casual it was for him to pick up such heavy objects or work out for hours and not break a sweat.

It was just too indulgent. How did you get so lucky?

You kept peppering kisses over his face which made him smile. He loved the attention, he wanted more of it too.

“Are you doing this on purpose?” you asked him.

“what do you mean?”

You pulled away from his jaw,your fingers tangled into his hair. You grabbed a fist full of his green locks and he knew what was going to happen. You pulled on his locks, his head tilting back as he let out a small breathy gasp. You knew it was one of his weaknesses. “Don't play coy with me hero~. I’m not dumb.”

"I-I just like the way you look at me." He admitted, his face flushing in embarrassment at the confession. It made you grin,

"Show off." He didn't dare deny your statement, he knew it was true.

You muttered before leaning down to his neck, you let your hot breath linger on his skin, but did not dare to place your lips there until you heard him let out a needy whine.

You could tell by the way his hands squeezed at your hips that he was getting impatient. You began to press light kisses on his skin, slowly making your way around to the crook of his neck. When you pressed a kiss to a certain area you felt him shiver and you knew this was the place to give him a nice bite. You didn't bite him too hard, just enough to leave a mark.

In return he pulled your hips forward to meet his own. The sheer force of it alone told you he was begging for more. "Please, don't tease me."

"You mean like how you've been teasing me all this time?" You heard him gulp. "Count this as revenge." You licked a strip up to his ear so you could whisper to him. "But I also want to worship you, that's what you were after right? Well you win, honey." You felt him shiver beneath you and you knew he was putty in your hands.

His fingers dug into your hips, forcing your shirt up a bit. You moved down to his neck and began to attack that sweet spot you were all too familiar with. Sucking, licking and biting, yet never being too rough about it. You were here to worship his body, not hurt him. You didn't even have to rock your hips as his hands began to guide your hips for you. It was a sign of desperation as he pulled you to grind against his growing bulge. You could feel him throbbing beneath you as his hips buckled, you didn't bother to stop him. It felt so good.

"Aah.. Kiss.." he muttered breathlessly, you moved up to face him, your nose brushing against his skin. You stared down at him with half lidded eyes. "Making demands now huh?" You questioned and he shook his head. "Please?" He added. What a good boy.

Your hands grabbed at his hair and pulled his head towards you, Your lips meeting in desperation, he whined and moaned as your hips grinded against his hard, throbbing cock. He melted into the couch, his breathy moans mixed with yours as he sloppily made out with you, saliva dribbling down your chin. His hands desperately ran around your body, desperate to feel your bare skin, they grabbed at whatever they could, groping your thighs and ass before roaming up to your shirt.

His hands fumbled to take your shirt off but you grabbed his hands before he could and pulled them away. "I don't think so. Not yet."

You hooked your finger under his shirt and he knew what you were telling him to do. He obediently pulled it off and your eyes scanned over him, he could see the love you held for him in them. The way they practically worshiped all his muscles. He loved it.

Your hands ran down his chest to the hem of his shorts. "God, you're so handsome."

You saw his lips curl up as he rested his head on the back on the couch, his chest rising and falling to the beat of his erratic heart, you pressed kisses to his nipples, your padded tongue poked out to lick them, he whimpered, shivering under you.

"You're being such a good boy today. I think you deserve more." You ran your hand through his hair, giving him one last kiss as you yanked his shorts down, his cock sprung out, already slick with precum.

"You're not even wearing underwear?" He really had been trying to catch your attention today. You smirked.

You hopped off his lap and pulled his shorts all the way off so you could open his legs and situate yourself between them. His hands were already on your shoulders in anticipation. He was so needy and he didn't even have to say it, his actions said it all. You smiled at the way precum had already dribbled down the head.

You grabbed the base with your hand and used the pad of your tongue to lap it up, earning some a moan in return. The salty taste hit your tongue and you swallowed it. His hands squeezed your shoulders as your hot breath hit his exposed skin.

Izuku brushed hair from your face so it wouldn't be in your way, he was always so thoughtful, even now.

You tauntingly took the head into your mouth, making sure to look up at him through your lashes so you could see his reaction. His eyes had already slipped close in bliss, his eyebrows scrunched together. You could feel his hips twitch beneath you. You hummed against him, sending vibrations down his length, more greedy whines slipped from his lip and his grip on your tightened.He was always so sensitive, but you liked that about him.

You began moving your head up and down his shaft, slowly, his hands wove into your hair. It didn't take long for him to start grinding his hips up into your mouth. He couldn't help it, he was desperate for more. You didn't stop him, how could you when he was making such beautiful noises. His face scrunched up as those desperate whines and whimpers got louder.

"A-ah fuck. Faster princess, please go faster!" He begged and you quickened your pace, your padded tongue rubbing him in all the right spots as your hand worked the places your mouth couldn't reach. Saliva dripped from your mouth as you hollow your cheeks. He tried not to thrust up too hard into your mouth but the pleasure was just too much. He heard you gag as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and was about to apologise until he heard you moaned again.

"Princess, ah~ i'm going to cum. Mmh~" he pleaded and you pulled back, your hand pumping his slick cock, as more precum began to dribble out of the head.

You replied, "Don't worry baby, go ahead. Cum for me." You reassured him, taking the time to admire the way his lips parted as his hips thrusted up into your hand. His thighs tensed up, toe curling by your knees as he panted, desperately moaning out your name. You could see he was close.

You hand quicked, your thumb teasing his head as the other hand fondled his balls. You pressed kisses to his thigh, licking and nipping at his skin.

"Cum for me hero~" you whispered, his toes curling as he released a loud, drawn out moan. His large palms held onto your shoulders for dear life as his back arched, his toes digging into the floor as he cried out. His hot cum spilled over your chest.

"..ah...baby," he panted. "Did i make a mess again?" He asked, his eyes closed as he came down from his high. You hopped back up onto his lap. Even just having him pressed against you made your heat rise. his cock was still throbbing from the pleasure.

"Why don't you take a look?" You pulled the arm that was covering his eyes away and his lips parted at the sight of your chest covered in his cum.

"We're not done just yet." You rocked your hips forward and he gasped, his sensitivity was doubled since he had just orgasmed.

You slowly began to strip in front of him, not missing the way his big eyes greedily took you in, but you could still see the admiration in them. when your breasts spring free from your bra his lips immediately attached to them. As if he had been waiting to taste them all this time.

You slowly began to rock your pussy against his cock. All the way up, and back down. You felt your wetness smearing all over him and it drove him wild. "o-oh angel~ mmh~" he moaned, feeling your slickness rubbing all over his cock turned him on even more.

He was getting hard again.

You felt Izuku slip down between your legs as you knelt over him. You raised an eyebrow as he pulled your knees to rest by his head. “what are you doing? this is supposed to be about you.”

“Well I want to hear you cry out too.” he smiled up at you and you felt his tongue lick all the way up your clit. You hummed, your hand going back to his hair to pet him. He kisses the folds of your clit,  lapping up all your juices, he moans at the taste before moving down, his tongue prodding at your hole, his nose buried between your walls as he pushed his wet muscle inside of you.

You moaned, lowering yourself onto his face more so his tongue could sink deeper into you. You could hear Izuku's muffled moaning between wet, sloppy noises. He exhaled through his nose as his tongue thrusted into you. His hands moved up from your thighs and massaged your ass cheeks, you felt him pushing you close to him, edging you to fuck his face.

You began to grind your hips down, moaning louder as his tongue swirled around you. “ah- fuck. izu~” he exhaled, hearing you cry out his name spurred him on even more. His kisses got sloppier, his tongue moved faster, writhing inside of you, one of his hands moved around to your clit, his thumb vigorously rubbing at your folds. He wanted you to cum onto his tongue, to taste all of you.

Your thighs clenched around his head and your hand pulling at his hair. He whimpered under you as you grinded against his lips, he found it hard to breath, being smothered between the folds of your wet pussy, but somehow the lack of air only made it more pleasurable. His head was spinning and, absentmindedly, one hand left your body so he could start to rub at his cock, slowly pumping his hand up and down his length at the sounds of your slutty moans. Your hips moved faster,  but when you felt yourself getting close to cumming, so you pulled him off.

He had a mix of saliva and precum all around his lips and cheeks, his hair was messier than usual. His eyes were half lidded from pleasure, his hand still rubbing himself. He was a beautiful, sloppy, mess.

You heard him gasping for breath, “wh-what are you doing, I want you to-”

“Shh, don't worry baby, i’m going to take it from here.”

He sat back up and you hovered over his cock, the tip rubbed against your slick hole, you could feel he was leaking precum again. you gave him a few firm strokes before looking down at him with a smirk. He knew what you wanted, you wanted him to beg for it. Beg to fill you up. So like the obedient puppy he was, he gave into you. "P-please princess! I need you, please- i want you to ride me until I cum inside you. Don't make me wait any longer. Please- aah!!."

You sat down on him before he could finish, letting out a sigh of pleasure as izuku threw his head back. "You fill me up so well don't you baby?" You brushed back hair from his flushed, scrunched up face. He nodded obediently, unable to speak as he panted and whimpered at the feeling of his cock buried deep in your hot walls, taking him all in one go. His hands massaged your breasts as he pressed kisses to skin.

Your hands went to the back of the couch to give yourself some leverage as you lifted yourself back up until only the tip was left in. You watched his face contort into one of impatience. He whined, desperate to have you slam down on him. His hands went to your hips, and slowly pulled you back down.

You began your steady pace, rocking your hips up and down. The sound of wet, slapping skin echoed through your new home. Izuku squirmed under you, his hands digging into your hips as he slowly helped you up and down. His hips thrusted up. burying his cock deeper inside of you and you let out a gasp, your back arching.

You picked up the pace, slamming down on him harder, which in turn made izuku moan louder. You felt the fire in the pit of your stomach building up. You were right above his face so you were able to see all the expression of pleasure he was pulling. He even puckered his lips a few times as a way of asking for kisses, to which you gave him every time. His moans muffled against your mouth as his tongue desperately tried to taste you.

"Y/n- mnh- f-faster please! I need to cum. I want to cum so badly." He whined when he pulled back from the kiss, you felt his cock twitch from deep inside you as it abused that same spot over and over again. You watched as his tongue rolled out of his mouth, he was panting and whining greedily. You lifted one of your legs up and placed your foot on the couch beside him. Changing the position so you could pick up the pace.

Your thrusts got harder, faster, leaving your boyfriend and squirming, moaning mess under you. He begged for more for you to go faster. He wanted to fill you full of his cum.

You saw his hand come up to yours, slipping underneath so he could hold it, he needed to hold onto you as the intense heat kept building up. He knew he was going to come undone soon.

As you quickened your pace you could see him losing it more and more. "Fuck- ah. Izu~ right there." you moaned, squeezing his hand as your walls tensed up around him.

His cock was hitting all the right places. Sweat began to build up on your skin, your breasts bouncing with each thrust of your hips. His back arched and you knew he was getting close too. You could feel his thighs twitching and he buried his face into your neck.

"I love you so much. So so much." He could barely speak through his moans. His other hand grabbed onto your thigh as you rode him as fast as your hips could manage.

You watched as his head rolled back, his eyes wide as his fingers dug into your hips. He clenched his teeth tightly as a wave of pleasure washed over him.

He held you close as you orgasmed together. You rode him through the orgasm, moaning loudly as your legs shook at the intense amount of pleasure.

Hot ropes of cum spilled out inside of you, filling you up and once you came to a stop you pulled off of him, his seed spilling out of you and dripping down your thighs onto his stomach.

You collapsed onto his chest. He sweetly rubbed your hips, light traces from his fingertips trailed across his skin as you cuddled on the couch. His hands gently brushing through your now messy hair like you were the most delicate person in the world. You stayed that way for a while, pressing gentle kisses to each other's bare skin, holding each other close.

"We should really get cleaned up now." He said and you hummed in reply yet made no movement to get off him.

He playfully smiled at your lack of movements and with one swoop he pulled you into his arms and picked you up. Carrying you bridal style to the bathroom.

"What are you doing?"

He met your eyes, leaning down to press his forehead against yours.

"It's your turn now."

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@birds-have-teeth @midnightmoonkiss @xxangelpridexx @sapid-rose @my-bnha-things

[iyawna-kbye]

I find myself beginning to feel the loss of hope when I feel as if the days are all too similar. Melting into one another as each passes. Feeling in prisoned by the demand of the days routine. As the process of growth begins to sprout a new bud. the swift almost instant effect, one step back can be held responsible for the fall of growth and the chance it gives losing it all. Desperately searching for a way to shake this feeling and hold hope tight enough to never let go of, silently the unhealed scars of my heart begin to bleed. Bleed through my mistakes, and give excuses I try to reason through in hopes to find no use is the things they say you need to get better. Instead I find the most lonely form of comfort somewhere where, I am almost unseen. Somewhere where the best parts of me are only shared with the people who give me new forms of hope as they help me hold on to what is left of mine. I hold onto reasons to not let go tighter than I allow the intensity of my emotions to suffocate me in my most sleepless nights, full of dreams. I hold on as I watch insecurities form monsters that destroy the confidence I mistaken myself for having. The emptiness that follows pours itself onto the expression on my face and results in the reason for of my latest mistakes. Trying to find a  cure only ending up with placebo effect remedies, I let the secrets I only shared with God form life again. Finding ways to feel alive even at the cost of constant chaos and the loss of something as basic as, freedom. How important the basics are in getting better prove to be. I decided to run at 17. Now, the brokenness in my heart feels alive enough to make blood run like the midnight train ran through the tracks the first time I kept you up all night in terror. The birth of once lost hope. The lingering unwanted emotions. Over the years, I creatively found how to dilute the intensity I gave my emotions. Drowning out the cries for help to mute. I formed new severities for habits never fully broken as new ones found a way in my life. Goodbyes with doors half closed echo into all the rooms I shared too much of my best parts in. With my only desire to not feel present in my own life, I medicated to trick the mind to forget the things I only found myself confessing to God. In my confessions were moments of clarity and pockets deep enough to reach in and find the strength to keep fighting. Through all the versions of life that took place to be parts of mine and make up what is now the past, I never stopped holding on to hope no mater how dangerous it was. No matter how opposite life was to what I desired it to be, I found a light where better lived. I never forgot what I learned from the ones that reminded me the best parts of me are still around, the ones that helped me carry the stength to keep hope alive. So that even when you have found yoursellf struggling to see hope after beating the odds more times than making crowns out of cliches, when hope tries to loose itself in the synacrcy of your hard worked days, let the thruth fuel the fight for better days. Let the past be only a reminder of how far you have traveled to the destination of growth. The growth that was discovered, when the simularity of the days made home a place where I was no longer afraid, no longer finding need in being lost, I found peace in the discomfort of my solitude; true change. // by Iyawna Anderson. Here’s to change making me feel stuff 🙏🏽🔅

[tagathaofwoodsbeyond]

[Prompt] I could.. Give you a massage? If you want?

Modern au bbys

Idk if this is common but at my high school we had this class called sports medicine. Basically you'd learn about being a doctor and specifically, dealing with sports injuries. And during games, they would patch up any injuries (or keep them okayish till professionals arrived).

Tedros is The Football Boy Of 2018™

Aggie signed up for forensic science and got put in sports medicine, where she has to go to every. Single. Game.

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Aggie pulled her legs up towards her in her chair, freezing as she heard the cheap plastic squeak, before continuing. She had been to countless football games and they still made no sense to her. She'd started recognizing faces, but none of the rules.

Hort sat next to her, listening to Ravan's sixth attempt to try and explain the game over the last two months. She was pretty sure he had understood half way through the second explanation, but neither of them were good at flirting, so this was all they had.

Chaddick, the big burly guy with the weird eyebrows, was chasing one of the other team guys, who maybe had the ball? She usually figured it out with context clues, with how massive a lot of these guys were. Tedros was four inches taller than her and she was one of the tallest girls in their tiny school.

There was some tackling, and now they were lining up again, but closer to where they had tackled other-team guy. Wack.

Tristan, the little redheaded guy who changed in the bathroom instead of the locker room cause of Aric, was the one that threw tje ball, like most times. He threw it to Tedros, and Tedros ran, and ran, and he looked like he was going to get to the goal area. There were guys behind him but he seemed like he was gonna make it-

Shit.

She unwound her legs from her Modern Gargoyle™ position as Ravan and Hort ran to the field. The guys had tackled him, and everything was okay, till someone realize how fucked up his leg had twisted. Ravan lifted his weight and Hort tried to help drag him, mostly just making sure his messed up leg didn't touch the ground.

They got him onto the yellow carrier they used, the one Hort would use as a sled down hills when the games were slow, and carted him inside the school while Coach Castor called a hospital.

Hort checked Tedros for signs of a concusion while everyone else... Just sort of stood around. They couldn't exactly wrap it up. Ravan tried to ice it but Tedros had screamed bloody murder, so after Hort had given a 'maybe' to Tedros having a concussion, Hort and Ravan left. Agatha stayed behind, in case anyone needed anything.

Mr. Pollux looked at Agatha for a moment after a heated whisper debate with Coach Castor. "Can you drive?"

Agatha nodded. "The schools probably going to have to pitch in on his medical bills since SOMEONE decided to put Tedros in despite his recent injury. Ambulances are quite expensive, and he can probably wait a little bit."

Tedros tried to object, but he wasn't quite making sense. Either Hort had given him some crazy heavy painkillers or he was just super out of it. Maybe shock? Who freaking knew. Definitely not Agatha.

They ended up loading him into her prius, agathas bag and folded up lawn chair sitting in her front seat as Pollux sat on top of the 'Carrying-Tedros-Board' and held Tedros' injured leg off the seats. He was kind of bleeding, and her mom had helped her clean the inside of her car like a week ago, so broken football boy or not, she was keeping the seats blood free, Pollux's khakis be damned.

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After the initial struggle of shoving Tedros back onto the board, now with less arm stength than a corndog between her and Pollux, sitting in the waiting room was somewhat uneventful. Tedros' legal guardian, Mr. Merlin, didn't pick up his phone, so they couldn't leave the hospital, even as Castor spammed Pollux with texts about driving home by himself. Agatha thought about the odd situation of two of her teachers living together to distract from the... Legitimate worry she felt for her classmate.

He had made fun of her in freshman year, but so had Sophie, and she was her best(and only, at the time) friend. Sophomore year they had been in the same chemistry class, and forced to do three different projects together before they began to actually enjoy eachothers company. They never hung out outside of school, but he was pretty funny, once you dug through the layers of secret self loathing projected as arrogance and a need to Please.

Pollux answered questions about Tedros' medical history for the doctors aa best he could after having his medical records forwarded to him by the school. Agatha texted Hort, looked at weird ten second clips on YouTube, and overall just twiddled her thumbs as they waited for any news. Tedros wouldn't die, but it could still be something serious. What if he could never walk? What if they had to cut off his leg? Agatha considered the options as a nurse walked up to the pair and said they were allowed to see him now.

Pollux had to leave, since Castor had coms to pick him up, and Agatha still questioned everything about that situation once she slipped into the room.

Tedros had a giant cast on his leg, and an IV for fluid, but nothing to spectacular. He turned to her and grinned a sort of hazy smile, like he wasn't quite sure who she was, just glad he had company.

"Hey there buddy. How are you feeling?" Agatha spoke slowly, sure that Tedros' mind was covered in a painkiller fog. She patted his wrist and he looked down at it, almost surprised that he still could feel things.

"I'm doing good... Very good. How're you?" Agatha bit back a laugh. Still trying to be polite.

"I'm doing just fine. Did they tell you what happened?" Agatha leaned a little bit, legitimately curious as to what had happened. She couldn't ask the nurse, seeing as she had left the room after letting Agatha in.

Tedros looked up as if he was questioming life's grestest question. "I think I broke my thigh bone. Like, the super big and strong one." Agatha nodded along to what he was saying even as he trailed off, mumbling.

"Well that's good to hear. Is there anything that still hurts?" Tedros considered the question again.

Tedros shook his head no, the same placid smile as before. He closed his eyes and layed down, seemingly drifting off to sleep. Wait, shit, did he have a concussion? She pressed a nurse call button and asked.

She looked through Tedros' sheet. "No, no concussion. He can sleep as long as he'd like." Agatha looked down at Tedros, glad she hadn't woken him before calling the nurse. It felt weird. Something in her heart felt.. Warm.

Wack.

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Agatha visited the hospital every day that week to check up on him. She'd tell him what was going on at school, update him on the rumor mill surrounding what had happened, etc. The only reason he was still at the hospital was because of some internal organ damage, nothing to do with the leg, so he was starting to grow a bit restless. He'd ask her how the guys on the team were doing, even how the sports medicine group was doing. She would show him dumb youtube crap on her phone, play songs she knew he wouldn't like but she enjoyed so she forced him to listen, and pull out countless videos of her cat. Without noticing, in a week Agatha and Tedros had gotten surprisingly close.

So after finally exchanging numbers, and two weeks after Tedros was discharged, they decided to meet up outside of school.

They met at the Arby's™ that Beatrix and Nick worked out, and walked to Tedros' house. He didn't live in the mcmansion she expected, but a rather sweet suburban house. Three bedrooms, worn in furniture, pinterests idea of the dream life. But there were little red flags as she went.

Tedros's room, the kitchen, and the bathroom looked like the only rooms anyone actually lived in. The magazines left on the coffee table were coated in dust and about six years old. She couldn't tell which room was his parents and which was the guest room, since both were equally barren, with a moderately nice bed that looked like it hadn't been used in years, a dusty nightstand, and absolutely nothing else. Ominous as f u c k.

They hung out in Tedros' room, messing around on his computer, seeing what trick shots they could make on his walls with a foam basketball, and just generally shooting breeze. Tedros would be able to play again senior year, but for now he was stuck with crutches and a key to the schools secret elevators.

"How much does it still hurt?" Agatha asked. She was kind of curious how much he could've healed in the three weeks since he'd been injured.

"My leg doesn't ever really hurt, it's just annoying to tie a trash bag around everytime i bathe. I still get weird flashes of pain around my chest, but they said it'll be gone by December. My shoulders been killing me though."

Agatha cocked her head. She hadn't remembered anything about his shoulders. "What happened to them?"

Tedros shrugged, then tried to play off the slight wince. "Apparently lying in bed for a week straight messes up your shoulders. I'll probably be fine? It's just not fun right now."

Agatha nodded, and considered. She couldn't really help with intestinal damage, or broken bones, but she knew how to deal with tense muscles. Would it be weird? Would he be uncomfortable? Would SHE be uncomfortable?

Yes to all of the above. But she really didn't do anything in sports medicine besides wrap sprained wrists and ankles, steal icey hots, and give massages to people.

"I could.. Give you a massage?" As soon as she said it she regretted it. She sounded so fucking weird. Abort mission, abort mission.

"Really? I think that would help a lot." Tedros turned kind of awkwardly until his back faced Agatha.

She took a deep breath and got started.

[raendown]

In case anyone didn’t see, prompts have already been filled.

Pairing: KibaGaara Word count: 1513 Soulmate au: The one where you both glow the first time you come in to physical contact

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Chapter 132: Kiba/Gaara

“Well, we made it to the tower. Now what?” Kiba swung his head from side to side, looking around at the seemingly empty tower. “Wait, are we the first ones here? Yeah! Team 8 is so awesome!”

“Not quite on either account,” a feminine voice came from the shadows. Kiba spun around with his teammates to see three of the genin from Suna standing on an elevated walkway a floor above them, the girl leaning over the railing to smirk tauntingly down at the new arrivals. Her brother leaned over next to her and laughed.

“Yeah, you guys are neither first nor awesome. We’ve been here for hours already.”

Instantly irritated, Kiba made a fist and shook it up at the three foreign shinobi. “Well you guys must have cheated to have gotten here so fast!”

“No,” the youngest of them denied in his whispery voice. “We are simply better than you. You Konoha shinobi are weak, unwilling to kill. Useless caring for pointless human lives is what slowed you down and that is why you will never be achieve true stength.”

Kiba stared at the boy and wondered if he was actually serious. He couldn’t really be that cold-hearted, could he? To call human lives useless like that he had to be some kind of psychopath. Anyone with at least some kind of feelings wouldn’t be so eager to kill the way this boy gave the impression of being. Irritated by such a flagrant disregard for other people, Kiba peeled back his lips and snarled up at the trio above them.

Behind him he could hear Hinata’s quiet protests for him not to start a fight but it was too late, he was already fired up. With both fists clenched he turned and headed for the stairs, feet stomping on the tiled floor in what he hoped was an impressive display of temper, his eyes locked on to the idiot he was about to give a piece of his mind to, and absolutely nothing was going to stop the whirlwind he intended to create. Akamaru yipped in annoyed solidarity from where the small pup was resting inside his jacket.

At the top of the stairs the three Suna genin met him in a line, all three of them with their arms crossed. Kiba glared at the other two in turns before settling his eyes on the one who had insulted him the worst. It rankled that he had to stand looking up at someone who would clearly be shorter than him if they were on the same level but since he couldn’t pass by them to reach the top steps he would simply have to bear it.

“What do you know about strength?” he snarled. “My mom’s really strong. All Konoha shinobi are really strong!”

“You are an ant and it will be only too easy to crush you.” The words themselves were unsettling enough but when paired with the absolute lack of inflection in the boy’s voice they became positively spine-chilling. Kiba gnashed his teeth together and tried not to look as rattled as he felt.

“Say that to my face!” he blustered.

One of the other Suna kids, the older boy, gave a snort. “He just did, you dumb ass.”

Even more fired up, Kiba raised his fist again and made to step forward, redirecting his anger easily on to a new target. He was stopped by a wall of sand forming in midair and pressing against the middle of his chest, nearly tripping him back down the staircase. Luckily Hinata and Shino caught up to him just then and were able to support his form so he wouldn’t topple over.

“Let me by!” Kiba hollered, blindly striking out with one fist. The sand caught him again just before the blow connected. He must have startled the boy with such an uncoordinated attack, however, because he did manage to get his hand close enough to brush against the cheek he meant to land a punch on.

“Oh! K-Kiba-kun! You’re both glowing!”

Hinata was right. The spot where his fingers rested almost gently against the younger boy’s cheek had lit up with a pale light that seemed to emanate from both of them. It only lasted for a few seconds but that was enough for everyone present to stop all movements

Only a few seconds had passed before the boy jerked away from him with something wild in his eyes, something Kiba couldn’t quite identify. It looked a little like panic, a little like devastation, a little like heartbreak, all of it together but muffled underneath the clouded features of someone who had so easily threatened him with death less than a minute ago. It was impossible to tell what the other was thinking at the moment and Kiba wasn’t given the chance to ask any questions.

“Temari, Kankuro, let’s wait somewhere else.”

“Are you sure?” the girl asked carefully. “Gaara, that’s your–”

“I said let’s go.”

“Right.”

While the older two eyed him over their shoulders, the boy with the red hair turned and walked away without so much as a single word on the subject. Kiba stood rooted to the ground with shock and watched his soulmate walk away with little hope that he would turn around and come back.

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Not very much time had passed when they met again, somewhat less than three months in fact. Kiba’s mind was far from a boy he had met only once as he sat in his hospital bed and worried over the state of his injured dog. More so than his own injuries, he had been fretting about Akamaru since he woke up again after the battle with Ukon and Sakon during the failed attempt at stopping Sasuke from leaving Konoha village.

His sister had only just left him alone to rest when another shadow appeared in his doorway. Sleepily, Kiba let his head roll to the side to see who else had come to visit him. There weren’t many options with half of his friends stuck in their own beds in various parts of the hospital. Word was that Choji was still in emergency surgery and Neji wasn’t out of the woods yet either. Kiba himself was extremely lucky to have survived with the wounds he had taken. He would have to thank Kankuro at some point for showing up at just the right time and carrying him back.

Red hair in his blurry vision had him squinting in confusion, trying to imagine who he knew with red hair that would show up in his hospital room. He blinked away the sleep trying to drag him down only to continue blinking in confusion.

“Gaara?” he rasped.

“My brother told me of your battle with the shinobi from Otogakure. He says you were very brave.”

“Uh…well yeah. Of course. M’always awesome.” Kiba coughed when he realized he was slurring his words in his exhaustion. “What are you doing here?”

Gaara came closer on silent feet, every line of his body projecting cautiousness.  “His description of your injuries worried me and I came to make sure that you are recovering well.”

“Last time I saw you, you wanted to kill me,” Kiba pointed out. Gaara had the grace to look contrite.

“Yes I was…in a difficult place. Naruto’s words showed me a different path that I could follow and I have been working hard to learn from his example. I would like to apologize for my words the last time we saw each other. That was wrong of me.”

“Damn.” Nearly forgetting to breathe in his surprise, Kiba struggled through an attempt to sit up. “That was probably the last thing I would have expected you to say.”

“No, do not rise! Your wounds!”

The other boy hurried the last few steps forward to guide him back down to the pillows where he lay blinking upwards in to startlingly green eyes. Several of the medicines currently swirling through his bloodstream were encouraging him to close his eyes and fall asleep but he battled against the urge, not quite ready for this strange encounter to be over.

“It’s weird,” he slurred. “You caring.”

“When last we met we discovered that we are soulmates. I was not prepared to accept such a thing at the time. In fact, I had given up the idea that anyone could ever be so unlucky as to be my soulmate. Meeting you was…unexpected. But now I can say that it is not unwelcome.”

“Alright,” Kiba mumbled. Maybe he should have had something more profound to say in return but sleep had dug its claws in and he was holding on to the world around him by a single thread of consciousness.

Gaara tilted his head. “You need rest. I will return when you are more prepared for company.”

Kiba wrinkled his nose and snuffled faintly in protest, mollified slightly by the warm dusty scent of the other. He hoped Gaara would be able to come back soon. They had a lot of things to talk about.

[thelostnerve]

Disasterpiece

There's six of us

All feelin the post rush blues

Of pills and booze and long lunged pulls

Spliffs and cigarettes rustle quietly in construction

A slight twinge of regret in the level of substances abused

But you do what you choose to

I ask the room

Bodies slunk and slung

Sinking into beds and blankets

"Tea anyone?"

Unanimous yes

The task ahead of me is a test of stength and endurance

But I give myself a little assurance

You've done this before

6 cups of brew

Mugs

Tea Bags

Milk

Sugar

Kettle

Sink?

Tray?

No tray

Not today

I proceed to carry out a catastrophe that

Never quite happens

[nutty4life]

Nutty X Male!Reader Lemon

Nutty X Male!Reader

Bottom: (M/n)

Top: Nutty

Scenario: (M/n) is Nutty's new roommate. Nutty's way of asserting dominance is different from what (M/n) might have thought. Very OOC

When the school told Nutty that he was getting a roommate he didn't think much of it. He was actually kind of angry that he was gonna have to share. But that was until he found out who his roommate was gonna be.

His name was (M/n) and he was new. No one knew much about, but he seemed like a mean person. But because of the height, and adorableness of the male. no one could take him seriously. He was cute when angry, and that made people want to bother him.

Nutty wasn't afraid, after all, (M/n) was 2 years younger than him. All he had to do was assert his dominance and he wouldn't have to worry.

However, this didn;t work out well. (M/n) had a problem with authority. He didn't like being told what to do. And Nutty loved giving orders, so this didn't sit well with him. He was gonna have to assert his dominance one way or another.

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(M/n) came to the dorms late one night, and Nutty was waiting there for him. He gave (M/n) a dark look and  sighed.

"What the hell are you doing back so late (M/n)? Dorm curfew is 9:00, and right now its 11:30!" Nutty yelled at the younger boy. (M/n) scoffed, "Why do you care so much anyway. Not like I ate your candy or anything. Leave me the hell alone and do what you do best. NOTHING!" (M/n) yelled and walked to his room.

"(M/n) don't talk to me like that. I'm older than you!" Nutty yeld right before (M/n) slammed the door in his face. He was so angry he couldn't even think. Who was this boy to tell Nutty to shut up? He couldn't even think about candy because he was so angry. He was gonna have to teach (M/n) a lesson.

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A few hours later, (M/n) finally came out of his room. He went to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat. Nutty, who had been waiting there the whole time, walked up behind (M/n) and pinned him to the counter.

"What the hell are you doing? Get off me you bastard!" (M/n) yelled as he punched Nutty's chest. Nutty smirked and placed his face in the crook of (M/n)'s neck, "Don't worry (M/n), this is you punishment. It'll be over soon." This didn't stop the younger boy from struggling in Nutty's grasp. Nutty threw the boy over his shoulder and carried him to his room.

"Let go of me you jerk! I swear I'll call the cops if you don't!" (M/n) screamed. But Nutty decided to continue. When he arrived at his room he threw (M/n) on his bed and pinned him down.

"Now listen (M/n). You're gonna undress for me okay? If you don't your punishment will be worse." Nutty said with a smirk. (M/n) shook his head 'no' and began to struggle again. Nutty's smirk widened and he lowered himself down to catch (M/n)'s lips in a rough kiss. (M/n) struggled even harder and punched Nutty's chest but the green haired male did not let him go.

Nutty moved from (M/n)'s lips down to his neck, then down to the small boys chest. He used his stength to rip of (M/n)'s shirt and attach his lips to (M/n)'s nipples. (M/n) struggled more and tired himself out while Nutty continued his harrassment. Nutty smiled because he knew (M/n) could no longer struggle against him. He continued to bite and suck on (M/n)'s nipples.

"A-ahh~ Nutty stop it!" (M/n) moaned. Nutty's tongue moved from (M/n)'s nipple to the hem of his jeans. He pulled them down along with (M/n)'s boxers. (M/n) panted but didn't move afraid of what the older male might do.

"(M/n) I want to watch you touch yourself. If you do I promise I'll make sure punishment isn't as bad." Nutty said in a stern voice. (M/n) sat up, but instead of doing what Nutty told him, he tried running to the door. But Nutty caught him before he could make it there.

"See now I have to be mean, I could've been nice but I guess you really do like it rough!" Nutty said giggling. Nutty pushed (M/n) down to his knees and unzipped his own pants. He grabbed his member out of his boxers and put it at (M/n)'s lips. (M/n) tried to back away but Nutty grabbed his head and forced his mouth down unto his cock.

(M/n) gagged on it, but he knew better than to try to bite him. Nutty groaned and forced (M/n)'s head onto it faster. He thrusted his cock all the way down (M/n)'s throat until the latter almost choked. He then let (M/n)'s head go and pushed him to all fours on the carpet floor of his bedroom.

Nutty waited to see if (M/n) would move, and then went to his dress to get handcuffs and lube. (M/n) face flushed red, but he stayed there afraid of what Nutty would do if he didn't behave.

"That's a good boy (M/n). You're learning really fast!" Nutty said as he handcuffed (M/n)'s wrists and tossed his unto the bed. (M/n) stayed still and waited for Nutty's next move. Nutty grabbed the lube and poured some on (M/n) butthole. (M/n) shivered and at the cold feeling.

Nutty rubbed his tip against (M/n), "Are you ready (M/n)? This is gonna be a long ride!" He then trusted his entire length in (M/n)'s puckered hole. (M/n) screamed, "N-nutty! S-stop it! It hurts!"

Nutty didn't stop pounding on the younger boy. He silenced (M/n)'s screams with a kiss. There kiss soon became a full-on make-out session, and (M/n)'s screams became moans of pleasure. Nutty pulled away from (M/n) and sucked on his neck. His thrusts stayed at the same speed, fast and hard.

"Nutty I'm gonna cum!" (M/n) yelled as he panted under the green haired boy. Nutty chuckled and started to move faster, nearing his climax as well. He flipped (M/n) over and pounded into him at a different angle, increasing the pleasure for both of them.

With a low groan, Nutty emptied his seed into (M/n), and (M/n) came onto his chest.

They panted and Nutty slowly pulled out of (M/n), his semen dripping out of (M/n)'s abused hole.  

"See (M/n), I'm the dominant one. You're my bitch now!" But before (M/n) could reply he drifted off to sleep. Nutty fell asleep not too long after.

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[future-crab]

And from this we must draw strength

The world can be a cruel and unforgiving place, but also it contains so many videos of Gerard Way holding the mic out to the crowd during the line “You should’ve raised a baby girl I should’ve been a better son”