#i was going for something along the lines of a broken doll with some of its limbs torn off

[madaqueue]

SUCK HIS...GLOCK?!

the sensationalized bullshit around some dangerous serial killer tormenting the city is honestly pathetic. so no, you don't see the point in changing your routine, because you aren't a coward like everyone else. that is, until one wrong turn brings you face to face with him.

pairing: serial killer!toji x f!reader

themes/content: dark content (gunplay, dubcon). smut. petnames (pretty, doll, slut), mentions of past murders, teasing, reader is kind of mean to toji lmao, begging, licking/deepthroating a gun, oral (m!receiving). 18+, MDNI (wk: 2.0k)

a/n: i would match his freak (he would literally kill me) (also sorry this title is so stupid but it made me laugh hahahaha)

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“There’s a serial killer on the loose!”

Everyday for the past week the message had been drilled into your mind - every news station, every text from your parents, every thought from the general public seemed to vibrate in sheer terror at the mere idea of some illusive murderer. And yet, you can’t help but roll your eyes at the theatrics.

A serial killer, seriously?

You thought everyone outgrew this overdramatic bullshit when they turned thirteen or something. The fact that not even fully grown adults dared to go outside out of fear just solidified how truly pathetic everyone had become.

So, you take the opportunity for what it is, boots echoing along the empty streets as you enjoy a barren town. Dead leaves blow along the sidewalk in front of you, scurrying out of your path. It’s a nice day, you think, the breeze tickling your skin and the sun warm despite the autumn chill settling in. Of course you weren’t going to miss it, your footsteps falling louder and more determined with each step.

Because you weren’t a coward.

A particularly cold wind brushes past you, the muscles in your legs shivering on instinct. Reaching into your jacket to check the time, you find your pockets empty save for a few hair ties and a small wad of cash. The image of your phone resting on your kitchen counter flashes across your memory for a moment as you silently grumble at your own forgetfulness.

But it’s no matter, you’ll just head straight home. Everything will be fine, you reassure yourself in an effort to shove down the growing nervousness in your stomach.

Rounding the corner, your vision catches an alleyway you’ve seen a few times on walks home with friends. Surely, that would get you home even faster, a real stroke of fate. Your feet stall for a second as you gaze down it, the darkness of surrounding buildings casting a haunting shadow. Taking a steadying breath, you will yourself forward.

Because you aren’t a coward.

Shoving your hands further into the worn material of your pockets, your shoes land heavily on the uneven cobblestone. A water droplet falls on your shoulder from one of the broken pipes overhead, and you grimace. This town gets shittier every year. That pit in your stomach is back, but sheer determination carries you onward.

Because you aren’t afraid.

In an instant, the sigh that had been building in your lungs is forced out as your cheek is shoved into the crumbling brick lining the alley.

Rough hands encircle your wrists, pinning them against your back.

The weight of someone much larger presses into you from behind.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doin’ walkin’ all by yourself?” His voice is almost impossibly low, carrying the teasing lilt of thunder before lightning. “Haven’t you heard there’s a serial killer running around?”

The rock in your stomach lodges in your throat as he laughs, hot puffs of air hitting your neck.

Trying to gauge your odds, you crane your head to get a view of him, roughly scraping your skin against the reddened clay. Just as your eyes manage to catch the dark cloth of his shirt, something presses to your forehead.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, doll,” he preempts. The gun in his hand trails lower, landing between your eyes, the cool metal making you shudder. “I would hate to have to hurt ya.”

Your mouth is dry as ideas course through your mind, running through scenarios to escape this fucked up situation you’ve found yourself in. “I-I have money! You can have it, if you let me go!”

He just chuckles again, and you swear you see a glimpse of a scar at the corner of his lips, adding it to a mental note of anything to help you identify him later. “Oh sweetheart, you can’t actually think I’m doing this for the money, do you?”

Your thoughts stall for a moment. “B-but…but why then…?”

Leaning towards you, his face is now only inches from your own. The scent of tobacco lingers on his breath. “Because I like to see the fear in someone’s eyes when they know they’re gonna die.”

You can’t stop the smirk spreading across your lips. You know it’s stupid - you shouldn’t taunt the fucking murderer holding a gun to your head - but you almost want to laugh.

“Seriously?” Your throat is scratchy as you stifle a chuckle. “That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

This time, he doesn’t stop you when you turn to face him.

“What, are you making eye contact with every single person you kill? You have a fucking gun, dude - are you really sitting there, this close, waiting for them to die? Or is that just some line you say to make people afraid, to try and make them beg for mercy?”

That scar shifts as his mouth twitches. Just as he inhales to respond, you continue.

“Oh, I get it! I bet that’s what you get off on, right? The begging?”

His eyebrows quirk, adjusting his position so green eyes stare back at you, mischief dancing behind them. “What if it is? Are you gonna beg me not to kill you if I tell ya that’s what it takes?”

The silver of his gun catches in the flickering sun as your gaze falls upon it. You look to it, then to him, then back to it.

Now, you know what it really takes to get you out of this. Because at the end of the day, he’s just some guy who got a weapon and a bit too much confidence. Sure, maybe he killed those people, but it’s only because they were too stupid to figure it out.

Men like him don’t want some pathetic little bug to crush under their shoe. If he did, he would’ve shot you already.

He wants someone to tell him ‘no,’ to shove around his ego a little. Someone to play with him.

Oh, and you’ll play.

Because you, unlike all those other scared little babies, aren’t a coward.

“I don’t have to fucking beg.”

Green eyes shine like poison as they watch your movements - your neck tilting, lips parting, tongue poking between them. Licking a slow stripe up the barrel of his gun, the taste of metal and dirt coats your senses.

When you reach the top, he lets out a groan, one that morphs into a breathy laugh.

“Well, isn’t today just my lucky day.” His scar delves into the creases of his mouth as he smirks. “Wonder what good deed I did to be rewarded with such a pretty little slut.”

Fucking pathetic.

You want to laugh at him, the predictability - it’s almost overused at this point, you think. The scary serial killer who just wants to get his dick wet, you’re practically quaking in your boots.

But instead of pointing out how boring his whole cliche is, you allow your eyelashes to flutter closed, taking the chamber further past your lips.

It’s cool against the heat of your mouth, tracing the crevices of it with your tongue.

You wonder if this is actually what he used to kill all those people - it almost tastes too clean to be a true murder weapon. Like he ran it through the mud on his way here to try and make his little act seem all the more convincing. Clearly, it didn’t work.

From behind, you feel something poke into your ass. Something hard. Using his weight to push you further into the bricks, his hips grind against you, his growing cock dragging along the curves of your body.

You gasp reflexively at the sensation, eyes shooting open only to be met with his locked on your face, dark hair falling over his forehead.

“Some fuckin’ mouth on you, heh.” It’s like you can watch the gears turning in his mind. “Let’s see what else it can do.”

Sensation begins returning to your wrists when they’re released from his bruising grip. It takes nothing more than a heavy palm on your head for you to land on your knees, rubble shifting beneath your jeans.

All too predictable.

With your newly freed hands, you make quick work of undoing his belt, tugging his waistband down to reveal his cock. It’s thick, flushed and hot in the cold autumn air.

From this angle, you can see the way he sparkles against the sky. Excitement vibrates his nerves as he leans forward, resting a forearm along the brick above your head. The muzzle’s cold metal presses into your temple, but it barely even phases you at this point, melting into the warmth of your skin.

You lick your lips at the way he twitches, watching you drag your palms up his thighs. One hand slowly wraps around his base as you place his tip between your lips, and the man above you moans.

You almost, almost, let a giggle slip.

Isn’t he supposed to be the one threatening to kill you?

And now, you’ve literally got his balls in one hand, the pistol in his fist dropped to his side.

Fucking hell, is this really all it took?

Some serial killer.

You continue pumping his length as you lightly lick the precum pooling along his slit, letting the salty taste linger on your tastebuds. Whatever, you’ll do what you have to do to get out of this.

But it’s not a crime to have a little fun with him, right?

Your tongue swirls around his tip before you take him further, pushing past the ring of muscles lining your throat. He lets out a choked gasp of, “Fuck,” and the rasp in his voice almost makes your pussy clench. Almost.

Taking him deeper and deeper, you can tell he’s getting close from the way he’s starting to thrust his hips forward, little by little.

But now, it’s your turn to play with him.

Pulling your mouth away, you admire the way his cock bounces as he whines at the loss of your warmth.

This time, you don’t stifle your smirk.

The palm wrapped around his base continues stroking him slowly, almost too slowly.

“W-what the fuck do you think yer-”

“Beg.”

His parted lips nearly fold into a frown, eyebrows furrowed in some mix of confusion and frustration. But you didn’t stutter.

“C’mon now, mister ‘serial killer.’ If you wanna cum, you know what you’ve gotta do.”

Sliding up and down his base, you pump him in pace with his ragged breaths.

Between his ribs, his heart races. “Y’know I could fucking kill you.”

And your eyes glimmer, your pace slowing. A silent challenge.

But you won’t.

He tosses his head back, the muscles in his thick neck contracting as he swallows.

“F-fucking - fine. Jesus, fine, whatever.”

Shifting your weight, your thighs rub together in excitement. The silver of his gun flashes as he raises it to his head, scratching the back of his scalp with the muzzle in an attempt to diffuse the growing tension inside him.

“Make me finish already, doll.”

“Aww,” you coo, squeezing his heavy balls in your free hand. A shiver runs up his spine. “That’s not exactly asking, now is it?”

He hides his pleasure behind annoyance as he groans. “Just - fucking, make me cum already.” You bat your eyelashes at him, and he grumbles something under his breath. “Please.”

“See, was that so hard?” you hum, pleased. “Even serial killers can have some manners.”

Taking him back into your mouth, you trace the veins of his shaft with your tongue, just as you did with the barrel of his gun. Each ridge, following its path up and down.

Something metal clammors onto the ground behind you, but you pay it little mind. Two hands wrap around your head, holding you in place.

“Fuck, just like that,” he moans. “Fuckin’ take it.”

His balls twitch as he releases into you, hot liquid pouring down your throat.

As you swallow, the palms on your scalp release their tension. Looking up at him with wide eyes, you wipe the spit from the corners of your mouth.

He rubs his face with his forearm, a smirk plastered across his lips, that cute little scar decorating the corner. Beside you, something reflective catches your eye - his gun, laying abandoned on the ground.

Some fucking serial killer.

[slutz4marsh]

Kyle Broflovski x Bratty F!Reader SMUT for April!!! <3

Look. Kyle considered himself to be a generally patient person.

Although, he did know that depending on who he asked, some people might say that was complete and utter bullshit.

Whatever. The point was that he had patience. If not in general, at least for you.

Which was why it frustrated him when you acted like a brat.

He was patient with you, and generally, he didn’t like to be super rough with you. He didn’t like to ruin you. Not on purpose, anyway. Kyle liked to worship you, treat you like a precious little doll that needed his protection.

And yet you still acted like this even when he treated you like a precious, sweet angel. His angel, his doll, his princess.

Kyle had thoughts when you walked out of your house in a shirt that showed off the curve of your breasts and a skirt that didn’t leave that much to the imagination, but he didn’t say anything. Figured, hey. Maybe you weren’t doing it on purpose.

But when you went out and he caught you leaning forward toward your friends, giggling and twirling your hair and pushing your arms together to force your breasts together?

Yeah. He knew what the fuck you were doing.

So, he stood up and grabbed your arm to yank you along with him. He told his friends that he just remembered that you two had something you had to do, something about a project or something. It was a good enough excuse, considering they all bought it.

Kyle was dead silent until he got you in the car, and then he shook his head while he started the car. He pressed his foot on the gas pedal, eyes narrowed at the road.

“I really cannot fucking believe you sometimes,” Kyle snapped, his knuckles white from how tight he was holding the steering wheel.  “I mean, I saw the outfit and thought it was weird, but whatever.”

He shook his head. “But whatever the hell that was?” Kyle scoffed. “You are such a brat sometimes.”

You knew Kyle was mad and nothing you could say would make it any better, so you chose to stay quiet and let Kyle vent out his irritations anyway.

When you got home, he dragged you into your bedroom and sat down on his bed. Then, he bent you over his lap without another word.

“Count.”

His words left no room for argument, so you took a breath. Kyle’s hand came down hard on your ass. You gasped and writhed, but Kyle kept you firmly in place.

“One,” you said, voice shaking some.

“Good girl. Keep going.” Kyle said as he rubbed your ass before hitting again.

He got to fifteen. You were sobbing and trembling as you whimpered out the number.

“Shh, shh,” Kyle cooed as he soothingly rubbed your ass. “See? Good girl. You know why I had to do that, don’t you?”

His words were softly spoken and sweet. A direct contrast to the previous actions he’d made.

You sniffled and nodded. You did know. It’s why you’d been such a brat all day anyway - you wanted his attention. No matter what that meant.

“I don’t really know that you’ve really learned anything though,” Kyle clicked his tongue. “For all I know, you’ll just do this again the minute I stop touching you.”

His hand snaked down the curve of your ass and between your delicate folds, fingers probing at your cunt. He dipped two fingers inside you and began to gently rub them against your spot. His fingers were long, nimble, and they felt fucking fantastic.

Fantastic to the point that you whimpered when he pulled his fingers out of you, coated in your juices. You moaned as you watched him suck his fingers clean.

And then, he pulled you off his lap and onto the bed. He pulled his own pants down and lined himself up with your entrance.

“Stay fuckin’ still, alright?” Kyle cursed as he pushed into you. Even through your lusty haze, you could tell he was still irritated with you for your brattiness.

You let out a broken moan as he pushed into you slowly, then began rocking his hips into you.

“God, you’re so tight,” Kyle groaned, “you’d be so perfect if you weren’t such a little brat.”

You whined softly as Kyle used your body, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“God, See?” Kyle panted. “You can be such a good girl, yeah? All tight and wet. Just for me, huh, princess?”

You moaned at his words and nodded swiftly. “Jus’ for you,” You managed to say between moans, feeling your walls starting to flutter.

Kyle shook his head and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “Don’t,” he whispered his warning. “Not ‘til I say you can. I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.”

You whine desperately, but you nodded. And Kyle grinned, knowing he’d forced you back into submission. Back into his sweet, darling little angel that would listen to every word that fell from his lips.

You were so tense with the effort of trying to hold back your orgasm, you genuinely thought you might explode into teeny tiny little pieces.

And Kyle’s movements became more desperate and erratic.

If you were able to think about anything other than keeping your pleasure at bay, you would have known that Kyle was close. You would have known that he was moments away from painting your inner walls a milky white.

Kyle pushed his lips against your ear, his breath warm against your skin. They graze your skin, sending shivers up and down your spine, and you swore he was trying to kill you with the way he nipped at you.

“Sweetheart,” Kyle breathed. You could feel him grinning against your ear, and you felt like you were going insane with need and desperation. “I think you’ve earned it. Don’t you? You’re being so good and sweet for me.” 

You gasped, but you still held off. Waiting for Kyle to actually say the words.

And say them, he did. 

“Cum for me,” He nipped at your earlobe. “Come on, princess. Cum for me. You’ve earned it. Come on, baby.”

You swore to whatever god might fucking be out there, you blacked out.

Your orgasm was intense. You dragged your nails down Kyle’s back, sure to leave bright red marks for at least a few days. You practically screamed, chanting his name like it was a prayer to the only thing that mattered in that moment: him.

As your hole fluttered and clenched around him, it milked Kyle’s orgasm out of him. He came inside you with a deep groan, and he wrapped his arms around your torso, yanking you closer as he pulsed, filling you up with hot and sticky cum.

You both laid like that for a few minutes, catching your breath and coming back to yourselves.

Kyle pulled out of you with a groan and smiled as he cradled your cheeks in his hands.

“You are fucking perfect. C’mon, shower.”

With that, he gently grabbed your arms to help you to the bathroom.

[nxuvillette]

thoughts on best friends brother!hanma? how he’d act with the sneaking around to avoid your best friend? 🥺

❥- note : hi nonnie <3 this made me go kinda crazy because i love something secretive with shuji :> !! i hope you enjoyed this tehe.

content warnings : nsfw [17+], fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, reader is best friends with hanma’s sister, mentions of hookups, brief car sex mention, teasing, secret relationship, use of pet names (babydoll , doll), praising, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, multiple orgasms.

hanma never imagined that he’d end up messing around with his little sister’s best friend.

you and hanma had met after your best friend took you over to her house. she mentioned him many times before, but you weren’t expecting him to be so fucking hot. hanma was six foot four with these delicious tattoos on his hands that made him seem intimidating from the naked eye. he was charming, too. he had this sultry tone in his voice that would make it difficult for you to even look at him and his honey eyes.

there would be lingering glances between you two, and there were even a few instances where you would both end up alone with each other. there was always something in the air whenever you two were in the same room. thankfully, your best friend never noticed. you would hate for her to get the wrong idea about your friendship. 

hanma eventually caved into his desires for you and messaged you one night. despite it being almost two in the morning, you decided to go and see him. you both ended up hooking up in the backseat of his car. it was some of the best sex you had ever had. it was like hanma knew your body already. he touched, fucked, licked, all of the right places that made you melt in his fingers. it was clear that this wouldn’t be a one time thing, judging by hanma’s behavior towards you after your first initial hookup.

it was difficult to hide your secret from your best friend. that was her older brother. it would mean lots of betrayal if she were to discover what was going on. 

but, you just couldn’t stop.

whenever she was working, hanma would have you come over and you would both fuck for hours. he would put you in all kinds of positions and leave your cunt stuffed with his cum. it was just the way he liked it. 

sometimes, he’d play a dangerous game and touch you whenever she was in the room. he’d brush his fingertips along your waist or get a little too close to your ass whenever he was walking by. he’d just smirk and give you that look that said it all. he loved to see how much he could work you up until you were a needy slut for him in bed the next time you met up.

it was risky, but that’s why he loved it so damn much. 

it was later in the night. your best friend had gone to some frat party that was about an hour away, and you were lying in hanma’s sheets with your legs on his shoulders. his cock was drilling into your pussy, creating sloppy noises with every rut of his hips. your cunt was always crying for him. he loved to see how wet it could get. 

“like that, babydoll? fuck.. look at you.. taking me so fucking well..” his thumb tugged at your bottom lip, revealing some of your teeth. 

you whined when hanma’s cock reached your g-spot. the tip was relentlessly pressing against that button, making your vision become hazy. you were so lost in bliss. any stress you had could be taken away by him. “yes, h-hanma! i love it so much!��� you cried, your eyes becoming glassy from the tears that formed at your lash line.

he changed his angle so he was now reaching further into your hole. hanma caught your lips and began to kiss you slowly. god, his kisses were just too fucking good. your fingernails then threaded through the strands of his dual colored hair, bringing him closer to you. you were already on your third orgasm, and your body was reaching its limit. hanma didn’t show any signs of halting, though. he needed you so badly. he hated that he couldn’t see you as often as he wanted.

the kiss was broken between you as hanma pressed his forehead against yours. his golden eyes that were like the sun stared into your own. “can’t get enough of you, doll.” he mumbled against your puffy lips. “i’m gonna fuck you till you’re pregnant.. with my baby..” 

the thought alone made your pussy squeeze his cock, which hanma gladly took note of. you were a bit surprised to hear such a proposal, but nonetheless did it turn you on. “yes.. please!” you put your arms around his neck, leaving sloppy kisses on his lips.

he smirked, then began fucking you at a brutal pace. his balls smacked against your clit from how quick his thrusts were. hanma could only think about fucking his cum into you. he wouldn’t care if his sister was pissed. he wanted you.

sin wrapped around your throat. hanma clenched his teeth as he finally released into you. thick ropes of cum filled your womb. he practically emptied his balls inside of you, and he fucking loved it. he loved how great it felt. no other guy would ever dare to do such a thing to you, so he felt proud of himself for doing so. you deserved it all from him. 

he leaned forward to kiss you passionately. you felt so full. there was a mess, but neither of you cared at all. “what do you say.. round four?” he chuckled.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the Asshole for taking my SIL to an anime convention?

My (42M) SIL (29F) has autism and was living with my MIL until she suddenly passed away from heart failure back in 2022. My wife (40F) and I both knew SIL likes to cosplay and go to conventions. Figuring that’s something she and MIL did together, I decided to tell her I want to take her to an anime convention the following year. We chose one that worked out for all of us, timeline wise, along with the costs of transportation, hotel, etc.

Now, this may be a controversial opinion, but I hate anime; nearly all of it is hypersexualized (aside from one, which I’ll get into in a moment). It makes me cringe that my oldest daughter (13F) loves anime, and that that’s all she ever wants to watch. Personally, I feel she’s getting too old for cartoons, but since I also have two younger children, I let it slide.

Prior to actually leaving for con, SIL had sent emails of videos and blogs all about attending anime conventions. Clearly eager to prepare us. She also had outbursts over all sorts of things and lashed out at us on multiple occasions; her emails were often filled with negativity, and simmering rage. In between all of this, we had her relocate to an apartment closer to us.

Anyway, SIL, my daughter, and I go to the airport, we get to the hotel and check-in. We explored the city for a few hours. Now, before all of this, SIL claims she has a “low heat tolerance”, and complained the entire time whenever we walked from Point A to Point B; yes, the city the con was at has good transit and yes I insisted we walk anyway. It’s good exercise! This led to her throwing a fit when we reached a museum I really wanted to check out. We took an Uber back to the hotel and I don’t hear from her again until the next day when we met up to have lunch.

She’s cosplaying a character I don’t recognize and doesn’t tell me anything about them when I asked; it was clearly supposed to be a boy character, though.

Next day, I got a text from SIL; she unexpectedly got her period. Great. Since she asked, I run and get her some pads, only to have to wait an hour in line. Also great. She’s cosplaying another character I don’t recognize. Some magical creature or a doll of some kind. Anyway, us three go into one of the viewing rooms to screen this anime SIL was insistent on showing us. Some Sherlock thing. My daughter likes it, and I’ll admit, I enjoyed it too; I think it is very kid friendly.

Last day, once again, I don’t see or hear from SIL until we meet up in the hotel lobby waiting for our ride to the airport. Seems she had a good time though. She was dressed as one of the kids from that hero anime my daughter likes. She also bought my daughter an axolotl plush (her favorite animal). Going through security was hell; SIL had the nerve to have an attitude the whole time (again later claiming she was overheated and cranky from her period). After we got home she claimed she was never traveling anywhere with me again.

In the days following, she returned the luggage my wife had leant her, having booby trapped it with a photo with the glass broken. Then informs me that her account was overdrawn (I would have gladly paid for more than I did, if she hadn’t been so bitchy).

When we went to her apartment to discuss this, she made the same claims: that she was tired and cranky from the heat, made worse from her period, that I was stressing her out half the time, but that she was grateful despite that because when her mom died, anime conventions were the first thing she was ready to give up.

She also claimed the photo she broke was taken the same year she first attempted to take her own life, and that triggered a panic attack on top of the meltdown she had after returning home.

And the kicker: apparently her mother barely spent any time at conventions, and only sometimes tagged along because she “wanted a vacation”.

Now she claims that I -I repeat I- ruined that Sherlock anime for her. And now is planning to attend a few more cons…Alone.

So what say you? Am I the Asshole?

What are these acronyms?

[kittievampire]

Asmo giving fem! mc clit massage…

I-

Yes.

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

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Asmodeus Giving A Clit Massage

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Only Clit Stimulation (no way really?), Squirting, Overstimulation, Asmodeus x F!MC, Asmo being a horny fuckwad, Lowkey pretty short

Enjoy, you horny fucks.

"You wanna do what?"

You were probably more puzzled at how casual Asmodeus was being than the topic itself. The Avatar of Lust simply smiled at you, a gleeful expression adorning his features as he repeated himself. "I would like to give your cute little clit some attention, MC!" He looked back down, carefully brushing the top-coat over your vibrant pink nails. "That's what a clit massage is, darling. And since we've been more experimental in the bedroom lately, I'd be ever so delighted if you granted me the privilege of pleasing your beautiful pearl!" His smile was unwavering as he made eye contact with you once more, orbs filled with pure excitement and love. "Of course, I wouldn't mind if that wasn't up your alley, dear. I know that my suggestions can be a little bit wild!" He screwed the lid to the nail polish container shut and carefully set it back in its rightful place, that being between two colors similar in shades in a line up of polishes that stood on his vanity mirror.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, not moving your hands so that your nails could dry as you looked up at him with a dark blush on your face. "I-I didn't say I wouldn't, Asmo, it's just..." You paused, causing the sin before you to turn your way. His smile that lacked any form of judgement was soothing, and it quickly calmed your rapidly beating heart. "I-It's really sensitive, you know?" You say shyly, earning a light chuckle from him. "Tell me something I don't know, my dear."

You rolled your eyes playfully, taking a glance at his bed, where the two of you had made love and experimented many times before. You let out a heavy sigh, his peach eyes staring daggers into you, lighting up when you looked back at him with a blush on your face.

"Fine... I... Guess we could try it out. It doesn't seem like a bad idea..."

_

This was the worst idea you could've ever agreed to.

Asmodeus had your back pressed against his chest, your spread legs straddling his lap to reveal your dripping cunt to the room's air, which had gotten quite hot after a few moments, and his middle finger was rubbing fast circles along your sensitive bundle of nerves. You squirmed relentlessly, trying to close your legs to reject the stimulation, yet simultaneously bucking your hips toward his hand. With each movement you made, his hand moved with you, so his fingers were constantly working your clit.

You threw your head back against his shoulder, thighs pushing against his unbothered hand. You could hear Asmodeus chuckle softly from behind you, clearly amused by your less than childish display. "Now, now, doll, if you keep squirming around like that, I'll have to tie you up!"

You squeaked as he gently flicked your sensitive nub, his free hand hooking itself under your thigh and pulling your leg back for easier access to your sex. "You're so cute when you act all shy like this, you know?" He cooed, earning a broken whine in response.

"A-Asmoooo. G-Gonna... Cum," You whimpered out, clenching your teeth and closing your eyes to try and regain control of yourself. "Are you, now?" He teased, the pace in which he rubbed circles over your clit increasing, offering loving flicks and the slightest of pinches. "Go on then, I'm not stopping you, darling."

Your walls clenched around nothing, your sopping cunt begging to be filled. Just a little more stimulation to put the cherry on top of your orgasm. You clawed at his shoulders, letting out lewd whines as you felt your climax nearing. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Asmodeus!" You cried out as you felt a knot tighten before coming undone, your juices squirting out of you for the first time. You were confused by the happening, though you were too overwhelmed by the feeling of Lust's finger, that of which was still rubbing circles along your clit.

"Oh, my darling MC, did you just squirt for me?" He cooed, letting out a soft laugh as he continued his motions. "W-Wai—" He cut you off, grabbing your chin and turning your head to the side. He locked lips with yours, your hips rising in response to the stimulation.

Asmodeus moved his hand from your chin to your hip and held you in place. He pulled away from the kiss, licking his lips while staring you down with his lustful gaze. "You're so beautiful, MC. Why don't you give me another one, hm?"

"Come on, squirt for me again, darling~"

Hope you liked it, Anon!

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[kel-lance]

JJK Mafia Au (JJK x Reader) PART 4

(quick chapter//moving plot)

Warnings:

- TW: Dead dove dont read (DDDR) Minors do not interact (MDNI): SA, Physical Assault, DubCon, NonCon, Mindbreak, Public Humiliation, Breeding, Ownership, Gaslighting, Multiple manipulation, RWORD, PTSD, a lot more toxic sh.

Premise:

Reader lives in a city where the two biggest gangs keep things line until the third gang showed up. That had nothing to do with you though, until dumb luck just happened to favor you one day. Basically You’re picked up and used by every dangerous criminal within the clans due to some alliances they had to create due to some members messing up the previous alliances. ((Almost everyone’s gonna have a turn 🤗)) ( i have 12 chapters planned out right now meaning after i write those ill still be writing more.)

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AN: Sorry for the long update i'm trying not to get evicted bc i was fired a while ago bc of a protest (surprise surprise big companies don't like or care about palestine or other places like it.) but i had to give away my cats and am still struggling i have my socials in my masterpost if you could help if not its okay ily, I hope you like it

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After the three took a break from you, Sukuna pushed Yuuji towards you. Todo just follows along, trying to make sure Sukuna doesn't kill Yuuji as they just don't know what Sukuna could be thinking at times like these.

You lay a top the bed, sheets strayed, your hair messy, your whole body sweaty and broken, you entirely were weak, and Yuuji couldn't stop saying sorry to your fucked out face. "Let's see what you got."

You didn't feel anything for a few minutes until Todo broke the silence. "You've got to do something, brother, you know I'll back you up."

Yuuji just continued to stand there. If he were to fight Sukuna with Todo on his back, he wouldn't know who else would fight with them. Todo would lose everything he already has and would blindly die for him, which he would never ask for. But if he were to go through with fucking you again for Sukuna's enjoyment, Todo would also have to add himself into the situation. This double edged sword was going to stab him either way, but which would hurt you less?

"Don't take too long..." The leader made motion that he was going to start walking towards you two. "NO." Yuuji covered you on the bed, staring off back at his older brother. Todo comes behind Yuuji, putting a hand on his shoulder before giving him a look, and sighing understandingly as he stripped off his shirt.

Todo and Yuuji's was almost awfully awkward at first. They just felt bad, not being able to tell if you were even conscious anymore and continuing to do to you what they were doing.

Really they weren’t allowed to stop until Sukuna was satisfied. Until Yuuji was sobbing, begging him to give you and everyone else a rest. He was asking what would it take to stop this?

The older brother taunts, “Maybe we’ll keep her til she births one of our children, or multiple if she can create sufficient and strong offspring. I don’t know, Yuuji, should I start a farm because of you? I heard the Zenin clan is somewhat similar…”

“Please, please, Sukuna what do you want?” He was breathless. “This has to stop, you can’t-.”

He stops his younger brother, “I have, I did, and I can continue this for as long as you both live. I think that may be the conclusion I’ll come to, don’t you think it would be fun to be an uncle?” His big hands caress your stomach, feigning tenderness to his soon to be child or “sibling’s” child.

- You go back to your room where you stay in for a week.

- A random night, someone breaks in and tries to kidnap you and you didn’t know who it was, obviously you weren’t going with them without an explanation.

-That caused you to fight back as your dealing with everything so far, you were getting pissed being treated like a doll. The person who broke in gets captured, just before he says “Yuuji’s waiting outside, trust me.”

- Sukuna's family come in trying to make sense of the situation and the others had captured the mystery guy

- That's not before he throws you to two female ninjas. They secure you quickly and run back to their master Toji.

- their clan/gang is super powerful, the twins you can guess are Maki and Mai, and Sukuna (the new head of one of the three big families that control the large part of the area, the head of the Kamo gang) had just kidnapped their son, even if he did happen to barge in.

- Megumi’s been friends w Yuuji since they were kids but they never shared that.

- they met bc they were fighting bc yuuji was taught to fight ppl who give them looks (Sukuna wanted him to protect the family name no matter what, and megumi just had that face… and when they realized that they were part of the other side they had to come to extremes before realizing they were different from their families.

- they knocked each other out senseless and somehow one was still alive, megumi sat with yuuji while he regained consciousness and they started to talk more. Battered and bloodied but Yuuji finding the humor in it while Megumi thinks enough to like his character and realizes he’s just a big strong idiot.

- Maki and Mai are close, as sisters should be and they both have their loves (nobara and momo) and we all have to go team up with the gojo clan in order to make sure this trade off is safe and megumi and yuuji aren’t dead

- because now yuuji is with you at the toji clan too, it was supposed to be just you getting captured and then yuuji leaves to live his own life but now he’s in front of toji saying it was his fault that megumi’s now with his brother (sukuna)

- Yuuji explains that he and his son were friends since childhood, he says everything and everyone's on edge bc toji does what he wants, whenever, whatever, really anything for money.

- He says he knows he doesn’t have money, but the only thing he does have was something they both risked their lives for, so toji gets curious and wants to try you out.

- Toji fucks you senseless, making you think the train ran on you were more merciful. He was trying every hole, every position, just dressing you up and doing whatever he could with you, you were actually at your limit with him, enough to bring you back enough to start fighting again. You were getting sick of it, actually you think you were getting sick.

His inconsideration was on par with Sukuna's, though Sukuna cared more about his new objects while Toji wants them to know their place and to leave when he tells them to. He had to know why they would do all that for you//how did you survive so long in that clan he just has to see how durable you are and he’s LOVING IT.

- He asks you what you’ve been through and you don’t respond so he hits you again and again but you don’t cry so he does it AGAIN and you flinch enough to stop him, and start taking off his pants. His only response was "e’s like "Oh so they already trained you."

- You suck his dick and he pulls you up to kiss him, by your neck and places you on his dick and fucks you in the air, using gravity to its full advantage, that was the start of it all before the days of relentless attention and use, you were more sore than any of them have put you in. The hitting, cuts, just the amount of violence he's integrated into your sessions felt like training again, but worse.

- He’s wondering if he could keep you as his slut but remembered that it would be stupid to start a war when his kid couldn’t keep it in his pants. He blames Megumi for having a cold heart compared to his father's icy one.

- Toji makes up his mind to help and plans to betray/kill the sukuna clan when they get megumi back bc he doesn’t care but doesn’t say that.

-He plans a meeting with the other clan the top three have been fighting over the position of this location for years and now and ofc they’re all on edge.

- Gojo comes to the meeting with his clan, they’re not worried bc they know some of their clan can befriend some of the others involved. No ones been dead so they have some sort of unspoken treaty to leave each other alone but they never asked much from the other ever.

- Gojo settles down with his group, smug and tired bc everyone needs them to fix other peoples' problems for them. The community relied on the Gojo Clan to protect them when they also work with the Kamo and Zenin gangs, the people outside are just as gullible. He sits down and asks what could big ol Toji need from him,

- “It’s Megumi”

- Gojo drops his smile. Their other unspoken alliance was when Megumi was beaten up at a really young age bc of his status and itadori happened to be there too (same elementary school). Gojo beats the fuck out of the people who targeted the kids/second to heir the clans, and left, but Megumi finds him and asks why would he help them.

- Gojo said he can’t have his competition get angry, his people are at stake. (referencing to the shifting power in-between the gangs that they didn't know about yet, and that his person was leaving his clan to join the other, he didn't know why he was doing anything anymore at that point but he couldn't let more powerless powerful children get hated on.) Megumi says thank you and takes Itadori back near his gang before disappearing back to his clan.

- Gojo actually has been in contact with his friend who's joined the other clan. That's how he knows what's usually going on with them to keep them rangled up and behaving as much as they could to not cause trouble or cause attention to groups like theirs.

Gojo and Geto were very young when they met, and since their lives were everything but normal, they were given the chance to take in more young bodies to add to their clan. They raised them together, but geto left.

Gojo begged for days for him to reconsider, they day he left he was inconsolable, especially since he took the twins too. Geto couldn't separate the girls, but he could separate himself from Gojo, in his head it's to help Gojo in the future because of the power he'll have.

Gojo didn't care about that, he didn't want help he just wanted Geto. That was all he needed, he had decided. He could have ruled the world and done it confidently if he had Geto by his side, but things don't go through when you're young, and now you're about to catch as many years he hadn't been able to get out.

- He's not nice at all when you're under his care. With Geto leaving at a critical age in learning, his feelings had been all over the place. He was completely disordered, his goals and morals and everything went awry, with the years he couldn't get himself out of the timestamp of when he knew happiness.

- So he asks you about Geto, his best friend, the only one that could make him feel real again. The one person who didn't do things for him because of his name and status, and yet left with the excuse of protecting Gojo from future evil. It was enough to drive the strongest insane.

- He asks you everything by torture, not too physical that anyone can see. WHen trading you back you should at least look and act like you're in the same condition, if not better than what you were when they traded you off. Just anything that Toji didn't already give you, Gojo would have mindless enjoyment from digging his fingers into the fatter parts of your belly, legs, and forearms.

- He’s only doing this to see Geto again. He just wants to pass the time until he can finally feel good again. He's strong, he's smart, he's beautiful, when would life be good to him instead of him making everyone else's lives better just by being there. It made him coky, it made him secretly weak willed to his own desires, so his processing was different than most.

- He asks u what he looked like and everything about him while fucking you. it was the closest he’s got rn. "I don't know's" made him reel back more, his strikes becoming almost boneshaking and shattering. He was making Toji seem gentle. Now that something he cares about is just a memory away, he just couldn't stop himself.

-You were so close to him, even if you never spoke to him, even if you never saw him in the maybe month you were staying at the Pink haired clan. But his aura seemed to have darkened when you mentioned twins. There were just so many either of you could have known but it just seemed to rile him up more. Seriously you would need a doctor and healing time after this. You couldn't let that happen again.

-There was nothing else to take from it, it was a hell you would only wish for the person already committing it. It made you miss the tenderness of Sukuna and the warmth of Toji, it didn't matter what they did or how you got there, anything sounded better than Gojo being without his favorite things. And you were barely part of it.

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Eleven

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Cannon typical violence

Notes: A few days late, so thank you for waiting! I had a rough weekend, but I couldn’t not put something out for you wonderful people that have shown me so much love for this story.

Word Count: 1491

Series Masterlist

• March 16th, 2005 • Bella’s Ballet Studio •

Reader

I swear, Isabella Swan sure knows how to talk me into some seriously stupid plans. Okay, so maybe she didn’t really talk me into joining her, but I couldn’t exactly let her go face a bloodthirsty vampire on her own. Two humans against one vampire, not much by the way of odds considering we have no means for being any kind of physical challenge.

We managed to slip past Alice and Jasper while they were in the lobby checking out. After getting a phone call from Edward that the nomads figured out the rouse, both he and Jasper decided to get us far away… whatever that means long-term.

“So… you got a plan?” I ask her once we exit the taxi.

Jasper is going to murder me for managing to run away from him undetected and throwing myself head first into danger.

“I hadn’t really thought that far, he’s got my mom Y/n.” She pauses a few seconds before turning to enter the ballet studio she attended as a kid and I follow.

It’s silent in the building until we enter the main studio room lined with mirrors.

“Bella! Bella? Bella-where are you?” I hear her mom call out.

“Mom?” Bella begins running in the direction of her voice with me hot on her heels, “Mom?” She asks again as she whips open the doors to a closet in the back of the room.

Only it’s empty. Except for a tv. Playing an old home-movie of Bella as a child.

“That’s my favorite part,” the nomad James taunts Bella as he stalks toward us, “You were a stubborn child, weren’t you?”

Renee isn’t here, never was.

Terror, absolute terror shocks through me. It’s a trap and we walked straight into it without even questioning it. Jasper and Alice don’t even know where we are, I can only hope they’ve even figured out we’re gone by now.

I turn to run to the doors we just entered through, if I could just get outside and call-

But James is there in a flash, hand fisted around my throat. “Leaving so soon? The party hasn’t started yet.” He throws me against a wall as he stalks forward to Isabella, “Have a seat, you won’t want to miss this.”

I continue to flash in and out of consciousness as he plays with the both of us, taunting Edward and Jasper in his twisted video. Breaking Bella’s leg, a blow to my side to keep me from running again, the pain was all-encompassing.

And my only thought was, I hope they find us in time.

“Darlin’, can you open your eyes for me?” Frantic words and cold fingers ghost over my skin.

I manage to crack one blurry eye open, “Jasper?” I croak out slightly confused. How long have I been out? Am I still in the studio?

“Carlisle!” Is the Jasper Hale panicking? I crack a smile on my busted lips and it earns me a line of questioning.

“What’s so funny, doll? Hmm?” Chilly hands continue to inspect my broken body, I can see his wide eyes flicking over my injuries. Not hunger - no, concern.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you panic, Hale.” I say calmly, at odds with the chaos stirring around us.

“Well, I’ve never seen you… like this. Because of me.” He won’t meet my gaze.

“Not because of you,” cough “I made the decision to tag along with Bella,” I paused to let out a particularly rough cough, “we thought he had,” another cough “her mom, we had to do something.”

“Carlisle, I need you!” He’s definitely panicking now, the tone in his voice getting harder the more labored my breathing.

“What’s-” but his dad stops mid-question as he slides up to the side not occupied by his son, his gaze accessing. “Talk to me Y/n, what hurts?”

“Uh, everything?” The stern look I receive from both men has me reconsidering. “Chest - feels like someone is sitting on it. Head definitely got smacked around and my arm-“ I try to lift it show Carlisle.

“Sprained at the wrist, but not broken. Ribs probably broken, maybe a punctured lung, definitely a concussion.” Jasper lets out a breath at his dad’s assessment like he’s been punched and I roll my head in his direction.

Carlisle turns to his son, “Help Emmett take care of James, I’ve got her.” He doesn’t offer him a comforting touch, as if Jasper’s distressed state were a palpable and volatile thing.

Jasper gives him a hard look for a few beats before nodding. Not sparing me a glance, he disappeared from my limited view before I could blink.

“I’m taking both you and Bella to the hospital, I don’t have the supplies to treat either one of you. I don’t have anything to even give you a needle decompression, like I suspect you need and soon.” Carlisle briefs me as he finishes up his assessment of my broken body.

“Don’t call my mom, please-“

“Y/n, she deserves to know you’re injured.” He replies softly. “And it’ll be impossible to avoid explaining your injuries when you return home.”

My open eye blinks slowly, trying to think of a plan that doesn’t involve freaking my mother out.

“Y/n?” Carlisle pats my cheek lightly to gain my attention, but I can’t hear him anymore. Muffled shouting and I’m lifted in a pair of arms that are semi-familiar. I groan in pain and I’m shushed gently before everything fades to black.

At least the darkness takes away the pain.

• March 18th, 2005 • Hospital - Phoenix, Arizona•

Jasper

Beep, beep, beep… The heart monitor grating on every exposed nerve in my chest. As someone not completely accustomed to an animal-only vampire diet, hospitals are a massive no-go, but I didn’t really have a choice. Not when it comes to her.

So I swallow the white-hot hunger and try to let the incessant beeping lull me into a meditative state. She’ll be okay, that’s what her doctor and my father told me.

Four broken ribs, a punctured lung, a sprained wrist, a fractured orbital bone, and a mild concussion. My hands tighten painfully to ground me in the moment, James is dead - hell, he’s ash now. He hurt her and now he no longer terrorizes my girl which is good enough for me, has to be.

I know he filmed it, Edward watched it, but I can’t bring myself to. After sensing his rage, I know I would absolutely combust from anger, to see his hands on her… I can’t. I can hardly stand to sit here across the room and see her face bruised and swollen, body covered with tubes and wires.

A sharp intake of breath pulls me from the dark recesses of my mind. I want to stand and walk to her, but I don’t quite have a grip on my control yet. Anger, hunger, or this terrified feeling lodged in my throat.

“Jaz?” She croaks out, not seeing me due to her eye injury obstructing her view.

“I’m here.” I assure her, the quiet rumble of my voice having a noticeable relaxing effect on her tired body.

“Why are you-” a pause, “Oh god-I’m in a hospital-” I immediately flash to her side as her heartbeat picks up and worry begins to flood the room.

“Shh sweetheart, you’re alright.” Smoothing the hair on her forehead and her emotions at the same time.

“No-you,” she chokes out, “you-you’re here and-and-”

“I’m fine. I’m not letting you out of my sight.” I tell her resolutely, my fingers still caressing her beautiful face.

“If it hurts too much, if you aren’t ready to be in a place like this, I’ll understand. Your eyes…” her fingers trace lightly over the tops of my cheeks and I hold perfectly still. My eyes must be pitch black by now, but there are more important matters - like her in this hospital bed.

I give her a wan smile, “Darlin’, I’m exactly where I need to be.”

A blush rises to her cheeks at my words and it eases the restriction in my chest a fraction.

Her smile cracks, “My mom?”

“Downstairs.” Her face blanches completely, “I called her, she’s not mad-“

But her mother opens the door to her room slowly, trying to preserve the quiet.

“Mom?” Y/n asks tenderly, I stand to give them space as she rushes to her daughter’s bedside.

“I’m going to go find my father.” I tell them, giving Y/n one more lingering look before disappearing silently out of the door, save for the click of the latch.

“He’s been here the whole time,” her mom starts explaining, “I haven’t been able to get him to leave your side to even eat anything…” I stop paying attention as I walk down the corridor to give them privacy.

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[hotheadedhero]

Crushing New Dreams

AN: I didn't know if I was going to be able to make a Mikey angst as heartbreaking as what I've got lined up for the other turtles but, you know what? I think I managed just that and it might be angstier than all of them. For the record, I won't blame you for hating me after this one because it's a doozy

All characters are aged up

Michelangelo x Reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, broken hearts, prospect of death, abortion, angst

In the two years that you and Michelangelo have been together, you have never made a point of being safe in the bedroom. You can’t say that either of you airs on the side of caution when it comes to such things. One may call it reckless but in your time as an established couple, you’ve both agreed that condoms don’t feel that great. 

Then, the reward of your shared recklessness bestowed itself in the form of a late period and constant nausea. It took a week until you felt the need to take a test and the quick reveal of that first line left you in quiet shock for the remainder of that hour. You and Mikey had never talked much about having kids or when you would want them but you find yourself liking the idea of a family. Whether he wants the same or not is a mystery. There’s only one way to find out.

You text him on your way to the lair, mildly hinting at having some news for him. It isn’t a long walk but one that seems to drag out with every press of your heel along the sewer floors. Assuming the worst isn’t a common occurrence but you can’t help feeling as though something about this is going to go wrong. What if he isn’t ready for this kind of commitment? Would it be too much pressure and ultimately scare him away? Breathe. You remind yourself to just breathe and avoid jumping to negative conclusions. 

Only when you’re standing in front of him do you realise that this is going to be a lot more difficult than you initially anticipated. Your tongue suddenly feels like a foreign object in your mouth and you stammer quietly whilst you try to find your words. Luckily, Mikey is remarkably patient when it comes to your nerves and gently encourages you to keep trying, ensuring you that everything is fine. Had you not alluded to this matter revolving around your amazing sex life with a bashful smile, he might have been worried that you came here to break up with him. With every awkward attempt to explain the situation, he brings the pieces together on his own accord. You barely even utter the word ‘pregnant’ before he has you lifted from the ground, arms tightly wrapped around your waist.

“You for real?!” he asks and the excitement is so clear, so present that all you can do is smile and nod. “I’m gonna be a dad!”

The world melds into a blur as he whirls you both around, flits of joy barrelling so loudly from your mouths that his family surely must hear. When he returns you to your feet, he dashes out to let them know that they’re going to be uncles. Those doubts from before are more than a memory, seizing to exist entirely as you listen to the elated voices from inside Mikey’s room. Raphael makes a comment about needing all the luck you can get with their youngest brother becoming a father but you know he means well in his own way. Soon after, you decide to join them. The lit-up faces remarking their congratulations set a cozy warmth around your heart and you couldn’t feel luckier. It starts to beat erratically, however, and you resort to holding the back of the couch to steady yourself. 

 “You okay, sweetness?" Mikey waringly asks.

To ease his concern, you laugh, albeit breathlessly, "Yeah, sorry, just got a little dizzy there.” Your smile slowly crumbles away with a frown and you squint up. “Are the lights getting brighter?”

No more than a second later, your legs give and he’s quick to catch your sudden rag doll of a body. Whilst he hoists you up into his grasp, each turtle kicks into gear to get anything you may need: water, pillows, a cold compress for your spiked temperature. It all goes by in a slowed daze, the mixed turbulence fading in and out like discord. You’re lain on the sofa, shallowly breathing amidst the force of an invisible tide. Ghosts have never achieved such a pale appearance. Just barely, you make out the orange of your boyfriend's mask as he looks over you, pathetically stroking the top of your head. He doesn’t know what else to do. Donatello suggests conducting a test or two and it’s in your best interest to allow him, though the process hardly registers in your condition.

By the time he’s examining the blood sample, you’ve managed to collect yourself enough to sit upright. Whatever that was must have been a fleeting incursion but still sets air to worry. It could be a standard symptom of early pregnancy. You have half a mind to rapidly research it yourself but the internet often carries its fair share of filled with worst-case scenarios. After a quick assurance of your well-being, you urge Mikey to follow you into his brother’s stated chunk of the lair. He sits bent over his microscope, muttering nonsensicals under his breath.

“What’s the verdict, D?”

"Not good," he admits quietly, afraid to speak further but dutifully having to. "Where genetics are concerned, I'm afraid this isn't going to work." He turns on his chair to face you both directly but it’s a struggle. His inability to look either of you in the eye only makes his words hit that much harder. "Not only is there a conflict of interest between your respective species but there are also the mutagenic properties of Michelangelo's DNA to consider."

"What does that mean exactly?" you unhurriedly inquire, too scared to ask at all but in need of an answer.

Donnie removes his glasses and his forearms lay slack over his thighs. "It means that either the baby is going to die soon or it'll grow inside you long enough that you…” He swallows. “You’ll both die."

Even now, he refuses to put his glasses back on. He can already imagine the look on your faces, how pale and broken they must be. He doesn't need to see them, especially when you choke out a sob, bite back a cry, before rushing to the nearest clearing to vomit. The feet of his youngest brother smack into the floor like gunshots as he chases after you and your wails of agony echo throughout the lair for everyone else to hear, sullying the laughter that passed them just moments ago. A series of short-paced refusals is all that sputters and repeats from your trembling lips. Your lungs stagger, stopping some seconds, only to reboot when you need air again. Sob after sob of unbridled misery from your person punches Michelangelo down, stripping him of his optimism bit by bit. There’s no way around it. Either route, death is involved. Lord knows you want to bargain, seek a deeper exploration to see if there’s something - anything - that can be done to give hope but Donnie is rarely wrong if at all. 

A plan is made. A horrible, awful plan that you wish to be nothing more than a nightmare you can all wake from. It starts with Donatello forging a doctor's note that you can take to a clinic, so that you can get the abortion pills. The surgical method would be quicker and much less painful but then runs the risk of doctors investigating your mutant fetus and how it came to be. Unfortunately, your resident genius isn’t qualified for such a procedure otherwise he would do it himself. Despite your best efforts to refuse, April and Casey chip in on the costs to help you pay for the medication. In spite of everything, you can at least say that you have good friends by you. Next on the agenda would be to book time off work until, finally, the day arrives. You agree that the best location will be your place: somewhere familiar and more comfortable. The next series of events will be anything but.

For the eight hours that you are cradling your abdomen, changing your pads, throwing up, or incoherent from the painkillers, you are quiet. There's the occasional exchange when your boyfriend asks if you need anything but this much silence between the two of you is unfounded, unnatural. You can barely manage a soothing hand on your shoulder without your entire nervous system convulsing. As if this isn't difficult enough on its own, he can't even hold you and the moment you manage to fall asleep is when Mikey finally cries. He attempts to keep his mouth clamped shut, to not disturb you, but watching over your weary body is the last drop of water in the dam. The scummiest dirt on the Earth must seem like gold compared to him and what he's done to you. He knows what you’d say, what you’ve already said so many times - that this consequence is your shared responsibility but that isn’t fair. The fact that you are suffering this torment isn’t fair. His genetics are the predominant cause of this destruction within you. If he could, he would take your place in a heartbeat. 

Lost in his clouded shadow of self-bullying, he doesn’t notice you stirring beside him. Your hazy vision barely manages to make out the hunched body of your lover but his strife is ever-distinct. It’s only when he feels the delicate touch of your fingers on his arm that he snaps out of it. With an abrupt breath drawn, he lowers his widened gaze down at your sluggish self. Guilt trips him up for becoming so absorbed in himself. He forgot where he was for a moment.

His effort to divert with a grin is fruitless. “Sorry, angel-”

“No apologies.” You shush him with an index to his lips and weakly crawl into his lap. “You’re allowed to cry, too.”

His blood-shot eyes meet yours and it’s as though his blues have been stripped of their colour completely. “Look what I’ve done to you.”

“None of that, please,” you whisper, planting a soft kiss on one of his cheeks. The taste of tears coats the tip of your tongue and your thumbs do their best to wipe away what’s left on his face. “We could have never known that it would turn out like this, okay? This isn’t anyone’s fault. Besides, I’m starting to feel better. I reckon the worst of it’s out of the way now.”

Though exhausted, you smile and he returns one of his own as meek as it is. Sodden from the wretch of his downpour, you carefully push his mask off and let your hands ride over the back of his head. You pull him in until his face meets your shoulder. No longer hesitant of his touch, his arms clutch around you and he lets it all go without restraint, safe in your presence.

Much time will need to pass but things can only go up from here. You may not be able to have the family you recently discovered you yearned for but life always has its unique obstacles for each person and relationship. It just takes the will to overcome and know that when one door closes, another opens. After all, there are plenty of kids in the world in need of adoption, right?

[felixsmeshglove]

piercings - skz boys

writers note: ; idk something about the skz boys wearing fake piercings and real piercings truly just has its grip on me. it’s not even fair. so, i decided to write about what piercing each member would get and a little bit of ideas about it please enjoy feedback is always appreciated

oh and this is excluding all of their original piercings, i know almost all of them have some variants and numbers of ear piercings, im talking about other types of piercings.

pairing(s) ; bang chan x reader, minho x reader, changbin x reader, hyunjin x reader, jisung x reader, felix x reader, seungmin x reader, jeongin x reader

content warnings ; 16+ (suggestive but no smut), body modification/piercings, gn!reader, uhh nipple piercings specifically?

bang ‘chris’ chan -;-

the piercing bang chan would be most likely to get would be a bridge piercing! i am so sure of this, honestly any nose piercing would look beautiful on him but frankly a bridge piercing would suit him the best.

~~~~~

you would initially be really stunned when you came over to visit, your eyes immediately snapping up to the pointed silver studs placed high up on the bridge of his nose.

immediately, his face would drop to worry. “you don’t like it. aish, i knew this was a bad idea. i shouldn’t have let them talk me into it-“

“n-no channie! no.. it- sorry, its just different is all. it looks nice really.”

you couldn’t help but just stare, you thought your boyfriend couldn’t get any more attractive. yeah… you thought wrong… he was just so pretty. especially with the slit eyebrow that he’d had from a recent concert that hadn’t grown back yet.

“cat got your tongue sweetheart?” he’d say with a chuckle.

“i uhm..” you’d try to say. chan would just gently grab your wrist, tugging you into the dorm and hugging you close with another deep, rumbling chuckle.

“so i’m keeping it?”

“you’re keeping it.”

lee “lee know” minho -;-

i think falling in line similarly with a fake piercing he’s worn before, he’d get spider bites on his right lip. the rest of his features are too soft to be broken up by some other facial piercing i feel like.

~~~~~

it took you longer than you cared to admit to notice. at first, you thought it was just for a music video they’d recorded. but then you noticed… minho hadn’t taken them off. you thought maybe it was for a new press style, but then.. the color changed. from silver to black. finally, while sitting on the sofa beside him you’d pipe up, “minho.. are.. those real..? did you really pierce yourself this time?”

“yeah? why not? does it look bad?” minho teased with a smirk, the smirk tugging the black rings along oh so slightly. fuck.

“you and i both know you look great, lino,” you’d say, trying to blow off the intense blush that had begun to bloom across your cheeks.

minho leaned in closer to you, ever the cocky blunt sexy individual that he was, his arm resting casually across the back of the couch. you hadn’t gotten to give minho a whole lot of love recently due to the band’s press business and whatnot, so you hadn’t yet had the chance to kiss him and notice the reality of his piercings.

“oh doll, you know i look great…” he said with a lowered, deeper voice.

almost as if he was reading your mind, he closed the gap between the two of you. cold metal tickled the edge of your lip as he did so, it seems almost somehow that this piercing made him even more bold than before.

you could get used to this.

seo changbin -;-

honestly changbin seems like a wildcard here but i think frankly an eyebrow piercing on his left eyebrow would suit his style the best. it’s truly a tie between this and an industrial. it depends on his mood when he was getting it honestly, as our dear binne seems to only have modes: cutie baby, and rough & dark. for the purposes of this imagine, we’ll go with the eyebrow piercing.

~~~~~

you were the first to know about changbin’s lovely little impulsive choice. why was that? why my dear y/n, this man dragged your poor ass to the appointment with him. he claimed over and over that he just needed moral support, but really it was just because sometimes it was so hard to get time with just you when he was so busy and he liked to take any chance he could.

he had the funniest response to the piercing too, as he kept an entirely stone face but tears streamed down his face.

at the end, he’d claimed it didn’t hurt even one bit. you knew he was probably just playing it up but you didn’t. changbin always made you laugh, you loved that about him.

“so, what do you think?” he asked you as he stuffed his hands into his pockets and looked over at you as you two began to roam the streets with time to kill after his piercing.

“looks nice on you, dwaekki,” you’d coo at him with a teasing nickname. you always thought he looked attractive no matter what look he tried to pull. at the end of the day he was still your precious dwaekki.

“its gonna look really nice on stage too, i hope you told your managers about this,” you add.

a slightly alarmed look takes over changbin’s face as his eyebrows raise slightly. this earns him a pained wince that he tries to bite back.

“right.. i should tell them, shouldn’t i?”

hwang hyunjin -;-

okay okay i will fuckin go to my grave on this one. first of all, hyunjin won’t settle for just one piercing. and no, this is not me being indecisive. i am absolutely convinced that he would get just a standard lip piercing but also nipple piercings. he’s just extra like that. that and i think that honestly him and jeongin are the most likely of the skz boys to get some sort of a body piercing.

~~~~~

you’d noticed quickly noticed as soon as hyunjin had stopped by your house that a shiny ring of metal adorned his plush lower lip. how could you not? it always seemed like anything hyunjin added to his face made him so much more stunning. the ever-doting partner you were, you spoke up.

“jinnie? did you forget to take off your jewelry before you left?”

“no? oh- this is real jagiya~” he cooed with his velvety voice, quickly resting his slender fingers against your hips and gently pulling you closer.

“when did you get that? i know you haven’t been able to visit for a bit but i figured in the pics you guys took it was just one of your fakes,” you’d responded with your face blooming with an intense blush.

“mmm almost two weeks ago now gongjunim~” he clarified, you could feel the metal that was warmed from his lips just barely brush against your own.

the ever devious little ferret boy he was, he waited for you to begin to reply. before you could even get a word out, however he crashed his lips against yours.

when you two finally pulled apart, he chuckled, a few strands of hair falling into his eyes as he looked down at you.

“i’ve got.. other ones too… but those are for later..~” hyunjin said with his eyes flicking down, a subtle gesture to his chest. cue your blush darkening seemingly infinitely.

“did they hurt?” you ask dumbly, eyes unfocused as you were too flustered to quite realize what you were even saying.

“jagiyaaa you had to ruin the moment? of course it hurt!” hyunjin whined, before the two of you erupted into giggles.

han jisung -;-

my dear sweet hannie he looks so nice in so much. i think the best thing that would fit his aesthetic though would be a nice subtle diamond nose stud. it would add such a cute asymmetric pop of interest to his face that would match literally anything he wore.

~~~~~

another ‘drag you along for moral support’ type of person but he actually needs moral support a little bit. fortunately, unlike binnie, jisung has a little more forethought to actually plan out what he wants, where he put it and actually requesting permission from the producers.

he’d even asked you. jisung knew you’d love him with anything but seeing him with a nose piercing seemed to just itch a special part of your brain the best way.

you held his hand sweetly as he sat at the chair, chewing on his lower lip nervously. you peppered his face with soft kisses before stepping back to allow the piercer to do his job. he squeezed his eyes tightly shut, bracing himself for the pain. however, as quickly as it began, it was over. jisung blinked as he let go of your hand, the piercer making quick work of inserting the stud.

“good job jagi!” you smiled at him as he stood up, still a little stunned. ‘god he looks hot…’ you thought to yourself.

pushing back the thought jisung grinned and hugged you tight. “thank you for coming aegiya~”

in the taxi back to the dorm, your eyes kept flicking back to jisung’s new facial jewelry. “aegi~ aegiyaaa~” he giggled at you in a sing-song voice as he leaned forward to press a few sweet smooches to your cheek.

“it looks re-really n-nice, jagi,” you said softly, your mind finally settling out of your ‘gotta protect’ mindset and slipping back into your whipped little ‘god my boyfriend is hot’ mindset.

a wicked playful grin spread across jisung’s lips. man was he going to have a fun time with his new teasing topic.

lee ‘felix’ yongbok -;-

maybe this is my baby-stayness showing but i don’t remember any outfits where felix wore fake piercings so i don’t even have a baseline for what would look nice on him. that being said, for similar reasons that i mentioned for minho, a nose piercing would break up his gestures a little too much, but i think that he would also find too much inconvenience in having a lip piercing. thus we settle on a right eyebrow piercing to offset his left ear lobe piercings. felix already had the piercing but stopped wearing it for the sake of plot-

~~~~~

initially it was all just a joke. felix loved to send you selfies on snapchat and one day you found yourself particularly interested in the fake piercing filter. it had given him a stunning black bar eyebrow piercing, which sent a shiver to your core.

“lixie? you need to post that one,” you’d sent him in a voice message. fortunately, all of the stays had seemed to agree with you as well.

“do you really think i’d look good with an eyebrow piercing?” he’d shot a voice message back.

suddenly, your phone started to ring. felix was trying to facetime you? you answer.

when the call tunes in, your face immediately flushes a hot red as you see felix with a silver bar through his left brow. his eyes widen slightly at your reaction, before he chuckles softly.

“since when have you had that?!” you exclaim, lifting your free hand to cover your face in vain.

“i got it when i was seventeen i think, it was a stupid decision but i didn’t expect you to react this way babe,” felix says curiously as he smiles warmly. he loved seeing just how infatuated you were with him and how flustered he made you.

he felt the same exact way though, and he was never afraid to show it. you two always brought each other up. felix made a mental note to start wearing his piercing again.

kim seungmin -;-

fuck this exact thought forces my repressed seungmin bias to plague my thoughts exponentially. its hard for me to honestly pick anything other than a labret ring piercing for him. labret piercing seungmin ruins me inside i swear- also im sorry this one seemed to lean way more on seungmin’s perspective

~~~~~

seungmin didn’t actually intend to hide the piercing from you. in fact, he didn’t even hide it at all. however, you were under the impression that the piercing was simply a fake one like he’d used many times before. the producers always seemed to love seeing him in that type of piercing anyway.

you also weren’t normally allowed to kiss him while he had the fake on, lest it move or fall off. don’t get me wrong, he didn’t like the arrangement either. but alas, appeasing the producers was the choice he had to make.

this all culminated into a perfect front for him to actually go ahead and get the piercing. it served multiple purposes, he thought. as the producers seemed to have him wear the fake one more and more recently. his second, more favorite purpose was to drive you crazy. he saw how you seemed to practically drool over him especially whenever he wore the fake.

your phone lock screen was a photo of him wearing it from the last show he did wearing one for god’s sake.

he’d managed four and a half weeks before he finally cracked. most of the initial tenderness and pain of the healing piercing had subsided by then and he couldn’t hold back anymore. he just needed to kiss you again.

you’d just arrived to the studio, bags with drink carriers full of various drinks in your hands. you had barely set down the bags before seungmin seemed to usher you away from the other boys into a more secluded area of the studio.

pinning you against the wall, you try to protest in worry, “minnie your fake-“

he cuts you off. you immediately notice how this piercing doesn’t seem to move from it’s anchor point. he kisses you deeply, cupping your face with one hand and resting his opposite arm above your head. he holds the kiss for what feels like forever, before pulling away with a small huff.

“it’s real…”

yang jeongin -;-

okay, another wildcard but as the youngest i feel like in a classic himbo youngest fashion jeongin would get a belly button piercing. i don’t have much other reasoning other than that and i think he’d look hot with one tbh.

~~~~~

“y/n-ah! y/n-ah! look!” jeongin exclaimed happily as he grinned his big silly grin, scrambling up from the sofa he was sitting on in the lounge to see you when you’d entered the dorm. he lifted his shirt, and as you were about to turn away shyly and shout at him to not just undress in front of you, he stopped mid-chest.

your eyes widen as you blush, your attention immediately caught by the shiny silver jewelry that adorned the maknae’s belly.

“innie its- wow.” you say as you freeze in your tracks, stunned.

“do you like it? seungmin and hyunjin took me the other day it looks so cute right?” he giggled, the same wide silly grin plastered on his cheeks.

you definitely did like it. you were stunned, at a loss for words. jeongin let go of his shirt as his giggle turned more into a laugh.

“i wasn’t expecting you to do something so… bold?” you tried to choke out as jeongin pulled you close and hugged you. you could feel the piercing subtly through his shirt.

“i thought it would be fun and it looks nice doesn’t it? just wait until i can start using all the cool jewelry when this heals,” jeongin said with teasing excitement

“oh god jeongin-baby you’re going to be the death of me,” you said with a mock groan, laughing softly as you kissed his jawline. “i just gotta ask though, why the belly button?”

you were only met with a shrug as jeongin spoke, “not really sure, i was looking at pictures and i saw not a lot of guys get it.”

fair, but to you this was all the more reason to be so enamored by it. the rarity. jeongin was truly a special creature…

[casualsnickers]

Month of Emmet Quick Write #16

Prompt #16: Hat

Back together at last! It's the day Ingo and Emmet are both due to feature on the Multi Line at the same time (with new pokémon to boot). And to celebrate Emmet returning to the station after a much-needed vacation, a few tag-alongs decide to show up and keep him company. One's made of acrylic, though.

Read the whole thing below the cut.

“Bossman! Your coffee has arrived!”

Emmet looked up from his stack of paperwork as both Cameron and Ramses eased their way into his shared office, the two men waltzing up to his desk saddled with bags and drink carriers. “Coffee? For me?” Emmet asked sarcastically. “Oh, you shouldn’t have!”

“We really shouldn’t have. The price has gone up a whole dollar,” Ramses grunted. “Costed me a pretty poké just to get coffee for all the joes on shift. Oh, and apparently, the heating element in the coffee shop was broken so I had them make you cold brew instead, boss. No espresso. No additives.” Ramses then plucked up a clear plastic cup and delicately set it down on the desk, rattling the ice around in the cup. “Bitter and strong, just the way you like it for some reason. Here’s your concrete juice, boss.”

“Oh, that’s a new one,” Cameron commented, stealing his own drink from a drink carrier. “I thought we agreed to call it wet tar. Liquid death. Ye olden sludge- “

Emmet took an experimental sip of the almost black mixture in the cup, not quite sure how to feel about the icy temperature or the strange smoothness of the drink. The flavor of the brew was spot on, though. He took another sip, leaning back in his chair. “Concrete juice is funnier, though. Sounds like poison.”

Ramses smirked. “See? You gotta switch it up, Cam.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Says the guy that only ever orders tea from a coffee shop,” Cameron retorted, taking a muffin from one of the other bags on the desk.

“Listen here. The chai that the shop sells is amazing. Don’t you ever shit on my tea.”

“Whatever, old man.”

“Take you and your overly-sweet, tooth-rotting frappuccino out of here, Cam.”

“You’re just mad your tea has barely any flavor.”

“Stop arguing.” Emmet waved the two depot agents out of his office, immediately going back to his schedule, albeit with his mood brightened by his coffee. It wasn’t his favorite but it was quite good.

Within the hour, Emmet’s break would be over. He was due to board the Multi Line with Ingo and show him the ropes for how it worked and to Emmet’s excitement, they would get to battle in tandem. And to Emmet’s further excitement, both he and Ingo would be battling with new pokémon, something both Cameron and Cloud had been chomping at the bit to see.

The door to the office clicked open, Ingo striding in as he set down his coat on his desk. “Emmet! Good morning!” his brother called, his eyes crinkled in an easy smile.

“Good morning, Ingo!” Emmet grinned. “You seem awfully chipper today. How were the morning lines? Pleasant?”

“They were quite nice, indeed,” Ingo commented, readjusting his shirt and tie as he moved over to the private pc within their office. “Many of the commuters have been very kind and welcoming to me ever since I reappeared at this station. I have received quite a few welcome back presents.” And as if to prove his point, the moment Ingo finished up by the pc and opened his locker, a massive bag fell out and onto the floor. “...Egads.”

Emmet peered over at his brother’s locker, sighting quite a few things. Cards, pens, books, and even a few plush dolls. No foodstuffs.

“Oh! And I have something for you!”

Emmet blinked. “For me? What is it?”

Ingo fixed his hair in the locker mirror before walking over to his brother, holding out a clenched hand. “A commuter wanted me to give this to you on account of allegedly being too afraid to do so themself. Might you know anything about why that might be?”

Emmet shook his head. “I am the scary twin. You should know this by now.”

Regardless, Ingo shook his head and opened his palm revealing- 

“A shiny Joltik charm?!” Emmet immediately snatched up the item, finding out that the tiny accessory was a pin in disguise. “For me? Aww, you shouldn’t have! This is fantastic!”

“The commuter in question was adamant that you would like it. I am happy to see that they were certainly on the right track. If I happen to see them again, I will inform them that their intuition was correct.”

Emmet had a better idea. He picked up his hat from where it sat on the coat rack by the door and carefully affixed the Joltik charm to the top of his hat like a badge of honor. “There! Now, it is obvious that I received it. That way, if I happen to be near the passenger who gifted me with the charm, they will know that I liked their present.”

Ingo smiled. “Very well! But it’s nearing the end of the hour and we must be off toward the Multi platform.”

“Are you excited?” Emmet asked, rising from his chair. “This is going to be the first time we’ve battled side-by-side since you arrived home. You’re sure you’re ready?”

“Positively! I have been waiting earnestly to realign my tracks with yours and battle beside you once again.” Ingo threw his coat back on and straightened out his brand-new cap, checking the line of pokéballs at his side. “Words cannot describe how… uncanny it was not having you to battle alongside so long ago. But! Now we are both coupled together again! Do you think the passengers will be excited that we will once again be a two-car train?”

“Positively! Ingo, all of the challenger spots for the Multi Line have been booked out for an entire month. Or have you just not noticed?”

“I haven’t.” Ingo then shook his head and walked over to Emmet, handing him his coat. “Enough chit-chat. Let us be off, Emmet! We shouldn’t disappoint our challengers by delaying any further.”

“Fine, fine. Right behind you, Ingo!”

As Emmet snagged his hat off of the coat stand, he felt something wiggle around under his cap, tiny poking sensations nestling under his cap. “Hmm?” He then took off his cap, his eyes widening. “Oh! My hat is infested with Joltiks!”

“Woe, the plague be upon ye,” Ingo quoted without missing a beat. He then paused, reaching under his own cap to retrieve a plump Joltik that had tried to nest in his hair. “If only I could hide Litwicks in my own cap.”

“You could if you tried!” Emmet pointed out. “But then you’d have candle wax in your hair.”

“My hat would burst into flames, Emmet. That’s the other important thing.”

“All I’m hearing are excuses.”

[the-chorus-of-voices-collective]

I just saw a post that was something along the lines of-

This line of dialog "being gay/trans is unnatural!" And then the post saying in response 'you traumatized your child so regularly and severely that their identity fractured into 49 different parts'

The post ends with this 'no animal could ever come close to hurting a child like that'

This really. Really stuck with me. Cause their right. Animals run primarily on instinct and learned behaviors. However that instinct will never be to hurt their offspring the way humans hurt theirs. Animals do not have the urge to inflict unnecessary pain. Do some kill/eat their children from time to time? Yes I won't deny that. But it's not for their pleasure. They simply do it because it's the circle of life.

What I'm trying to say is that-i believe. Or I would hope because humans have already failed me.

I believe that an animal should they have been given our sentience and awareness they wouldn't inflict suffering on their young. I think they would cherish those little guys like children are meant to be. Those little guys wouldn't be subjected to anything close to what I or many others have been through. Because at their core I genuinely believe animals can only love.

Humans on the other hand. Are full of hatred and it sickens me.

Yknow my boyfriend texted me today. Half-dissociated and numb. Because his grandmother responded to a snarky comment by snatching, and ruining my boyfriends food. My boyfriend had to wrestle his food back. And feeling obvious frustration, he slammed the door of the microwave and subsequently got yelled at for it. He yelled back. He got hit for it. His aunt and his mother had to get between them because that grown ass woman was dead set on beating my boyfriend. Then proceeded to get bitchy and defensive when not given the fucking chance.

Why am I saying this? Why the fuck am I going on this long-winded rant. I may not even be making sense right now. None of you could have stopped and read this but that doesn't matter cause If one person hears me and processes what I'm trying to get across that's enough for me. If that person is myself? Well thats fine by me.

I hate the human race. I hate DID/OSDD and what had to happen for our community to have this disorder. Maybe not everyday is pain but I remember a time when it was.

20 headmates. 20 people living in our brain because mother couldn't stop fighting and screaming and couldn't ever seem to get to us when her now ex-husband got too angry and pushed me around like a rag doll. Said ex-husband being sure to employ graphic threats to my or my siblings safety when he felt he was being disrespected. Various fits of loud pointed cursing and throwing things around.

A child shouldn't fear being hit by someone who should love them. A child shouldn't expect someone who should love them to hit them.

Animals wouldn't hurt me like humans have. The worst my dog has ever done to me is hump my fucking leg before backing off with a bit of scolding.

The worst my parents have done to me is fracture my identity into 20 pieces because they were so hurt and broken they just couldn't help themselves to break me down to that state as well.

they didn't hear me when I screamed. When I screamed for help or just a scrap of love that wasn't imposing or codependent. They weren't there when I cried into the night wishing for death.

I was a scared little kid. And now I'm a traumatized and bitter teenager.

Who am I?

It depends.

But one thing is this. Animals? They wouldn't hurt me the way humans have. They wouldn't hurt you. They would take in or have children and love them because that's what you're supposed to do with children.

We didn't deserve what happened to us.

The animals know that.

(I was going to reblong the original post but unfortunately I had to refresh my screen and lost sight of it. Credit goes to the original poster)

[tarnishedxknight]

How are you color coded?

BASCH

Your Result: GREEN CODED

green, a study in living life, growth, and change. you're one of the people who often find themselves believing that anybody can be better than they are right now, should they put in the effort. you know when to quit, of course, but that tolerance is very high. you know when to put faith in the right people, but that knowledge was earned the hard way. the world is a dangerous place, and you know that. but that doesn't mean that life isn't worth living. the world is a place full of danger, of love, of wonder. you know that firsthand.

ASHELIA

Your Result: PURPLE CODED

purple, the color of wealth, prominence and owing your life to a king and crown, whether literal or metaphorical. you believe yourself above it all, believe that nothing can stand in your way and everything will go according to your master plan. but at the end of the day, you're terrified. terrified of what this quest for fame and glory might cost you. terrified of what you may lose in the rise to fortune. terrified of being alone even when you have so many smiling faces around you. you want truth, you want sincerity, you want... what DO you want, really?

NOAH

Your Result: BLACK CODED

black, a study in secrets, the soul, and a love of the unknown. you love to tell people that you're dark - something along the lines of 'i like it as dark as my soul'? or maybe you're the sort of person to believe that the only thing you can trust is the darkness, and the things that lurk within it. maybe you're the sort of person who thinks that the light obscures more than it reveals, casting more into shadow than it illuminates, trusting only the shade as a friend. you don't think anyone understands you, and maybe to an extent no one knows the depths of your soul the way that you do. but that doesn't mean you should shut the entire world out. some people love the dark just as much as you, and that vantablack inside your soul isn't frightening to them. reach out.

DRACE

Your Result: GREEN CODED

green, a study in living life, growth, and change. you're one of the people who often find themselves believing that anybody can be better than they are right now, should they put in the effort. you know when to quit, of course, but that tolerance is very high. you know when to put faith in the right people, but that knowledge was earned the hard way. the world is a dangerous place, and you know that. but that doesn't mean that life isn't worth living. the world is a place full of danger, of love, of wonder. you know that firsthand.

CAELEN

Your Result: PINK CODED

pink, the color of femininity, believing in yourself, and embracing the side of you that you used to reject. you aren't someone who likes to hide, but you do all the time. you don't like yourself nearly as much as you may present, one way or another. you think of yourself as a hollow castaway of someone's little matryoshka doll, or worse, something broken and thrown away. you want to believe that there's more to life, to you, than this broken frame of something you have long forgotten the name of... but what are you supposed to do, after all this time?

MUNOH

Your result: GREY CODED

grey, a study in dreams, nightmares, and silver linings. you are the type of person who finds the good AND the bad in everything. some people might find you annoying. others may call you pragmatic. you see things the way they should be seen, even if that makes you depressed - even if that makes you angry with yourself. you know the world is not as bad as it seems, but you know it's not any better than it was yesterday. you want to fix this, if only starting on your own life and the lives of your friends. and indeed, you're going to need them, your friends. the journey starts here, starts now, with a single step forward. so where are we going, my friend?

SORYN

Your result: WHITE CODED

white, a study in sincerity, hope, and being gentle but not weak. you believe yourself above most of the morals of the populace you live among. not because you're arrogant but because you've seen the worst and you know you're not THAT. you could never be *that*. you love to give people compliments, love to make people feel that there's still something worth living for. you fight for the world that never fought for you, because you want to be the person no one was for you. a hero. but even heroes need to rest.

Tagged by: I stole it from myself, lol. Tagging: Anyone who wants to do this! ^_^

[brxkxnhxxrtsclxb]

with the drop of the addams family skullector set, i checked mercari out of curiosity yesterday and just now…

SIGH

why buy from scalpers ?? :(( why are there listings going for $170+ and SOLD ??!! that’s double the price !! they were $90 !!!!!

i know it’s so easy to say “where else are we suppose to get them from” — like obviously resellers BUT you don’t have to pay those atrocious prices. even if you have the money, SAVE IT !! the extra money you’re putting into that set can be used for a different doll you want !! (even more so with dolls being pumped out so quickly and close together)

like, please be patient. if you can wait for release dates, you can wait for prices to lower. if no one buys from scalpers, they’ll have no choice but to lower their prices cuz they’re not gonna want to sit around with boxes upon boxes of unsold dolls they DO NOT WANT

we know this works. the proof? the bride of chucky skullector set. a lot of people didn’t like them so there was less chance of them dumping $200+ on them. with no one buying them, look at them now. they’re selling for retail price, sometimes even LESS. initially when they came out there were fresh ebay listings that had them for $300+ so we know not buying works !!

again, please don’t buy from scalpers, they’ll lower their prices if you don’t. there’s no reason to pay so much money. this hobby is suppose to be fun and NOT expensive. and it really isn’t. save for dolls and buy what you like. you’re not gonna like or need every release. i know i didn’t (lenore, outta fright operetta, creature skullector), so i skipped those and feel like i missed nothing. for play line dolls, they’re widely available for over a year and sales happen sometimes. it’s okay to wait !! when you were a kid, you didn’t get every doll, so why do you want every single one now ?? you don’t . do you actually want that doll, or is it just hype ?? if i went by hype, i’d have every single G3 doll and that’s… a lot. way too many, so buy what you like !!

(i honestly wouldn’t have bought every G3 draculaura doll if buying her clothes and accessories separately wasn’t for a total of $30+. at that point it’s cheaper to get a new doll. we’re in dire need of fashion packs >.< i just want her to have a cute wardrobe T_T but that’s beside the point)

there’s no reason to pay ridiculous prices for a doll. take haunt couture draculaura for example. she was $75. she’s going for $300+ so people say that’s her value. i personally believe that “value” isn’t real. it’s just something we made up along the way. HC drac has a value of $75 cuz that’s what she costed. i see listings going (and sold unfortunately) for $300+ and she’s NOT in box or her box is scuffed, or her stand is broken. like be so fr. her being out of box, box is scuffed or stand is broken… by this logic shouldn’t that decrease her value ?? out of box ?? $60. scuffed box ?? $65. broken stand or missing pieces ?? $50 (or less depending how much she’s missing tbh). why ?? cuz if you had bought her brand new for $75, she would’ve came with everything and in her box and a less chance of her box being damaged (it happens but not always). she would be fine, so why pay $300+ for an incomplete doll ?? even brand new in box, she was $75. maybe a little more cuz collector and so people get back what they initially spent with taxes and shipping. anything else is overboard (even more so when the rest of the dolls from the same line do NOT go for that much). scalpers see people are willing to pay these prices, so they keep doing what they’re doing. please stop encouraging them. scalpers set the price and collectors perpetuate it

“some releases only increase over time” — because people won’t stop paying those prices. the more we pay, the more prices rise. they’ll keep pushing it because they can and we let them know it’s okay. i hate that people miss out on drops of dolls they actually love and want because scalpers buy them all. sure you could argue that’s no one’s fault and it isn’t… until we give into buying from them. again, we let them think it’s okay, so they keep doing it. missing out is already bad enough, but knowing you missed out because a fellow collector who loves the dolls got them over a scalper is less painful and we’re happy for our fellow collector. a collector having a doll isn’t gonna make another angry. it’s the scalpers who do. that’s different

point is: this hobby should be fun and not cost you a pretty penny and requires patience. desperation is not an excuse to pay those prices. again, if you can wait for release dates, you can wait for prices to lower

[abbatoirablaze]

Porcelain Doll, Chapter 3

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: vandalism, angst, mentions of guns/gun violence, bullying, taboo relationship, sexual tension. 

“Go ahead…tell them…” You looked nervously to Andy who was waiting against the counter.  You turned your head ever so slightly and saw Bucky was giving you an encouraging smile, “it’s okay, doll.  Tell Andy what you were talking with me about!  I promise…he won’t be mad.  You just have to be honest with him.”

“I want to go home…”

“Margo-“

“Mr. Barber, I-I don’t want to be in your home!” you said quickly cutting him off, “I appreciate what you’ve done to help me…I really do…but I just want to be in a place I feel safe in.  I want to be at home.”

Andy sighed.  There was a tiredness to his eyes as he looked between you and Bucky, “you’re still seventeen, Margo.  You know that I can’t do that…not with how everything has been since it happened.”

“I’ll be eighteen soon…”

“I’m just worried is all,” Andy admitted, crossing his arms, “I-“

“I can handle myself, Mr. Barber,” you replied quickly, trying to remind him that you were a fighter, “and I’ll have Romeo…an-“

“Your grades have been slipping.  You almost quit the track team…you need to be keeping yourself busy and you can’t just hide yourself away…that’s what I’m worried about.”

“What if-what if I went to your neighbor…he’s a psychologist, right?”

“My neighbor?”

“You know…Jacob’s dating his daughter…”

“You want to see a psychologist…”  Andy said as though it was a statement rather than a question, “you-you’re open to that?”

“Mr. Barnes sees him…and he told me that he’s actually helped him with a lot of his PTSD.”

“But you’re willing to see him…you’d be willing to see him?”

“If you let me move back into my house!”

Andy nodded, pushing himself away from the counter.  It wasn’t a decision that he should make lightly, but he knew that the tension had only continued to rise between you and Jacob, “fine…I’ll talk to him in the morning.  You’ll have your first visit within the week…but you have to go to a session every week…and I’ll get the updates.  If you are slipping again, or if you aren’t compliant, you’ll move right back in here with me and Jacob until you’re eighteen!”

“Deal!”

You sniffled.

The tears that had been lining your eyes, began to slip down your cheeks, the liner and mascara starting to create little rivers down your face.  Bucky was quick to turn you away from the sight of your house, but not quick enough.  It was an unavoidable catastrophe.

The image of it was seared into your mind. 

Someone had taken it upon themselves to vandalize your childhood home while you had stayed with Andy.  You hadn’t had the courage to walk down your street since Andy had you pack a few bags nearly a month ago, but now that you were standing face to face with it, you couldn’t ignore what your supposed neighborly friends had thought. 

Multiple windows were broken, and words like ‘orphan’ and images of guns and bullets were spraypainted along your lawn and on the house.  It was like you had become the butt of some sick joke.  It wasn’t enough that your family was ripped away from you.  But that they had the audacity to do something like this made you realize despite your accomplishments, you were truly an outsider in the only place you’d ever called home.

“I’ll fucking kill them.” Bucky promised as you cried against his chest.  You could tell by the way he angled himself he was talking to Andy, “you better hope I never find the fuckers, because I will mutilate them, Barber.”

“Barnes-“

“What kind of sick fucks do this, huh?  Who targets someone who just lost their parents?  Someone that just lost everything!”

“We should go…”

“No,” you whimpered softly against Bucky’s chest, “I-I don’t want to leave.  I want to go home.”

“Doll…your windows are broken.  They-“

“I want to go home,” you repeated gently.  You felt a cool nose nuzzling your hand, and you looked down to your trusty German Shephard, “I won’t let them scare Romeo and I away…”

“It’s not the fact that they’re scaring you away…this isn’t safe.  I-I don’t want you going in there…”

“Bucky…”

Give me two days, doll!” Bucky begged, pulling away from you just enough to look you in the eyes.  He reached up and wiped away the tears and streaks from your cheeks, “they aren’t scaring you away from your house, but I’ll be damned if I let some jackasses think they won…give me two days to stay here and do a sweep of the house…fix this…and see if they come back…”

“Bucky-“

“Forty-eight hours doll…then you can come home…okay?” he begged.  Your heart melted as he held your face, staring into your own eyes.  His eyes were full of sadness and pain, and even though you were very much lost in your own, there was something that made you want to cave in to his every whim.  You nodded, unable to deny his request.

“Okay, Bucky.”

“Bucky…what did you do?”

Bucky smiled at your question, unable to hold back on how he felt about the changes that had happened in the house for the past two days. He’d pulled nearly every string he had with friends to get you the best security system and used a good bit of money making sure the house was fool-proof.

“You like it?”

“Bucky…it looks…so different.”

He took another step closer to you, his hands balancing loosely on your hips.  A shiver ran up your spine as you felt his lips ghost over the shell of your ear, “wait until you see inside the house!”

You turned ever so slightly, and one of his hands fell away from your waist, “there’s more?”

“Of course, there is!” he stated as though it were the most obvious thing ever.  He gripped you by your hips once more and turned you back towards the house.  You felt butterflies welling up in your chest as he pointed past you, towards the certain things he wanted you to notice.  Your eyes fluttered shut as his cologne wrapped around you, lighting a warmth in your belly, “and you can’t really see it, but I had Tony put in a high-tech security system.  The cameras cover the whole outside of the house.  And the glass is bulletproof…so the next little shithead that tries to throw something through it will have a rude awakening when it bounces back and smashes his face in.”

“Bucky…this is too much.”

“No, it’s not doll,” he said quickly.  He started guiding you up the walkway and towards the door, “nothing is too much for you!  But hey, I want to show you everything…like this.  There’s a keyless entry as well as a keyed one.  If you want to go keyless you can create a code…but the locks are changed.”

He pressed his flesh hand to a keypad and pressed the four digits of the time you were born.  You turned to him, surprised at the numbers, “is that-“

“The time you were born,” he said proudly with a nod.  The door clicked open, and he ushered you and Romeo inside.  He leaned down and let Romeo off his leash, allowing him to roam the house, “and I als-“

“Welcome home Miss. Margo and Sargent Barnes…”

“Meet your new home security system!” Bucky proudly proclaimed, “now, I’m not into the flashiness of Tony’s programs, but I know that you’ll love it, Margo.  It’ll be perfect for you.  I made sure that you have everything that you would possibly need to stay protected, doll.  Everything.”

Your heart swelled as you turned around in Bucky’s arms, “thi-this is amazing, Bucky…thank you.”

“I just want you to be safe, doll…”

You felt the butterflies returning with a vengeance as you looked into his steely eyes, “this is amazing.  More than I ever expected.”

“So, you like it?”

“I love it, Bucky…”

“Good,” he said with a happy sigh, “good…”

“Hey Bucky?”

“Yeah?” You leaned up against his chest.  Your arms wrapped around his neck, and instinctively, his arms went around your waist, His breath hitched momentarily as he looked from your eyes to your lips, and then back to your eyes, “wh-what are you doing doll?”

“Thank you!” you repeated softly, leaning into him. 

Bucky shuddered as your lips brushed his.  He was still for a moment, as you pressed your lips firmly to his.  You almost stopped, feeling like you’d pushed the boundary too far, when his lips began to work in tandem with yours. 

And you sighed against his lips as he pulled you closer.   You moaned, your head beginning to feel dizzy as your lips parted, and his tongue slipped between them.

And in an instant, it was over. 

There was only a foot between the two of you, but it might as well have been the Atlantic Ocean.  He swallowed nervously, his eyes wild, his lips already plumping up from the heavy kisses shared between the two of you. 

“Bucky…”

You went to reach out and he took a step back.  His head began to shake, and he swallowed again, already reaching backwards for the door, “I-I’m sorry Margo.  I can’t.  Shit.  I’m so fucking sorry, doll.”

“Bucky wait!”

“I have to go!”

And with that, the super soldier who had just kissed you breathless was already out of the house and running down the street.

Chapter 4

Tag List:  @teambarnes72, @lohnes16

[allthatisleftinthedark]

How Are You Color Coded?

PURPLE CODED - Maisie

purple, the color of wealth, prominence and owing your life to a king and crown, whether literal or metaphorical. you believe yourself above it all, believe that nothing can stand in your way and everything will go according to your master plan. but at the end of the day, you're terrified. terrified of what this quest for fame and glory might cost you. terrified of what you may lose in the rise to fortune. terrified of being alone even when you have so many smiling faces around you. you want truth, you want sincerity, you want... what DO you want, really?

GREY CODED - Sino

grey, a study in dreams, nightmares, and silver linings. you are the type of person who finds the good AND the bad in everything. some people might find you annoying. others may call you pragmatic. you see things the way they should be seen, even if that makes you depressed - even if that makes you angry with yourself. you know the world is not as bad as it seems, but you know it's not any better than it was yesterday. you want to fix this, if only starting on your own life and the lives of your friends. and indeed, you're going to need them, your friends. the journey starts here, starts now, with a single step forward. so where are we going, my friend?

alt answers.

BLACK CODED - Maisie

black, a study in secrets, the soul, and a love of the unknown. you love to tell people that you're dark - something along the lines of 'i like it as dark as my soul'? or maybe you're the sort of person to believe that the only thing you can trust is the darkness, and the things that lurk within it. maybe you're the sort of person who thinks that the light obscures more than it reveals, casting more into shadow than it illuminates, trusting only the shade as a friend. you don't think anyone understands you, and maybe to an extent no one knows the depths of your soul the way that you do. but that doesn't mean you should shut the entire world out. some people love the dark just as much as you, and that vantablack inside your soul isn't frightening to them. reach out.

PINK CODED - Sino

pink, the color of femininity, believing in yourself, and embracing the side of you that you used to reject. you aren't someone who likes to hide, but you do all the time. you don't like yourself nearly as much as you may present, one way or another. you think of yourself as a hollow castaway of someone's little matryoshka doll, or worse, something broken and thrown away. you want to believe that there's more to life, to you, than this broken frame of something you have long forgotten the name of... but what are you supposed to do, after all this time?

[heldtogetherwithstring]

Merlin Spotify Playlist

I've had a Merlin Spotify Playlist for a while, so I figured I would post some of the songs and their explanations here! There are currently 124 songs, so I won't be doing all of them unless someone requests some more. Hope you enjoy!

I'll Never Forget The Time I Spent With You - The Lathums

A lot comes to mind with this song. Of course, the finale is the most obvious one in terms of the lyrics of this song, but I imagine Merlin feels this a lot. With all the friends he has lost along the way and all the ones he outlived, Merlin likely spends a lot of time lost in the memories he has of those he couldn't save. But there is one line here that reminds me of the theories around The Once and Future King, with Arthur recognising Merlin's eyes and saying a variation of "Do I know you?" every time he meets Merlin or one of his aliases. "I won't forget the time I spent with you. Before we'd even met, I've spent a lifetime with you."

Burn the Witch - Shawn James

This song reminds me a lot of Morgana, for obvious reasons. But it also reflects what some of the magic-users during Uther's reign would have felt as they were tied to the stake. Despite the burning being a horrifically negative thing, there is something profound that must be respected in the way that the artist sings of not giving them the satisfaction of hearing him scream as the fire is lit.

Battlefield - SVRCINA

This song reflects both Merlin and the Knights. Arthur spends a great deal of time in the series fighting in battles and later on planning and leading them. As the Crown Prince and a respected Knight, Arthur has a great deal of pressure on his shoulder, especially with Uther as his father. Like when Arthur half-heartedly expressed the wish to go off and be a farmer leading a simple life, Arthur wants to get rid of the pressure and responsibility sometimes. But since he could never give up Camelot because of his love for the kingdom and its people, he continues on despite the pain. As for Merlin, though he is not a Knight and the majority of the characters would not recognise him as a warrior, spends a lot of time with life and death in his hands, forced to play a godlike role in his responsibility as Emrys.

Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls

This is the second song on my playlist. It's on a lot of my other playlists since my parents listened to it, and the lyrics fit Merlin perfectly. We all love some Merlin angst, and the lyrics of this song can be interpreted many different ways.

And I'd give up forever to touch you 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't want to go home right now

This makes me think of Arthur in Avalon, and Merlin's immortality. Arthur is the closest Merlin will ever get to heaven, and I imagine in the present day he longs for the 'horseplay' and causal affection Arthur gave him.

And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am

The chorus is just so Merlin. He tells Gaius he thinks he is a monster, and he is terrified of his friends finding out he has magic and condemning him for it.

Liar - The Arcadian Wild

I sense there’s trouble ahead. It’s clear by the signs and warnings that should tell where all blame is due. So why are they pointing at my head?

There are a lot of plotlines that involve Merlin being under suspicion for things he didn't do, the most obvious one I can think of being when Gwen in the later seasons accused Merlin of poisoning Arthur. Merlin was arrested and all of his friends, the people he guarded with his life, believed he had tried to kill the one he loved.

‘Cause I’m not in a right state of mind. I just wish I had strength to admit it. My stubbornness will put up a fight, but I don’t deserve to win it. I’m left in the dark pondering my mistakes, but in the light I swear I will deny it all.

Merlin pushes himself to do better all of the time, and especially in the later seasons he tears himself apart mentally, on top of the trauma he has lived through.