#maybe if they made cigarettes that don't smell and don't have any effect on your body and mind whatsoever

[icarusdiesatdawn]

2025 I'm beating the nerdy prude allegations by joining the smoke club

[martinotea]

Apocalypse - oc story

"First meeting" - continuation

He straightened the collar of his purple shirt and left the store with a smile. The next store he entered was a small bookstore, he immediately went to the children's section. He chose a few children's books and put them in his bag. He was about to leave the room, but his attention was caught by a book with white stick figures drawn on the cover "And I'll take you for myself" He put the book in his bag and left to find more stores available to him. He spent good hours searching the stores large and small in this building. His bag now contains a few clothes, two small fire extinguishers and three first aid kits that he stole from the back of the stores, some canned food that was still edible. There is one more store to check out, Żabka. He walked to the door and entered, as he entered the door mechanism made a sound indicating that a customer was entering, the boy snorted under his breath "The irony that it works but the lights don't" He rolled his eyes. Well, the room didn't smell too good, but what did he expect from a food store that certainly didn't have such a long expiration date? He sighed. He walked over to the surprisingly still working fridges with drinks, he was surprised that these refrigerators worked, but he was definitely happy about it. He started looking at the drinks and putting the ones he considered fit and proper into his bag. At one point, something knocked down one of the products, which caused a loud noise and a metal can rolled on the floor. The boy stood there, terrified "Fuck.." He cursed under his breath. He should first make sure that this store is also empty and not assume that it will be empty like the others. He had just made one of the worst mistakes he could have ever made. He sighed softly and turned to the side, his hand tightening on the axe. If it's undead, it would be better to get rid of it rather than leave it there. Slowly and very quietly he began to take steps forward. He raised the axe up so that he could strike immediately when he saw this monster. He came closer and closer to the counter with the cash registers. The room was still dark and the only source of light was his phone, currently sticking out of his pocket. However, he stopped for a moment, he wasn't sure how many undead were hiding there… it would be useful to drive them out somehow. He looked at the can shelf and grabbed the first can of beer he saw. He threw it behind the counter.. "Ouch!" Marcin stood up in shock, Is it possible that he just found another human here?… After a while, someone looked behind the counter, it seemed to be a young man with black hair. Marcin lowered his axe but still held it in his hand, it is not known what intentions this person may have. This person didn't make any sound, he just looked at the brown-haired man "You're lucky I'm not undead. If there was an undead here instead of me, you would be dead" Marcin looked at the counter and took a few packs of cigarettes and a lighters from the counter, which he immediately threw into his bag. The other man rose and stood behind the counter "Undead don't drink beer! How can you drink flavored beer, disgusting" He said, looking at the beer can that Marcin threw at him "Moreover, I'm not afraid of any zombies! I will face everything. Now speak! Where did you get this beer from?" Marcin rolled his eyes. He pointed with his hand to the shelf with beer and other stuff. The stranger went behind the counter, the boy's attention was caught by his makeshift weapon… a drum stick with a pocket knife taped to it. Creatively but not effectively "This is your weapon? Well, maybe for one undead this weapon would be ok, but if there were 2 or more of them, you would become the next dinner of these corpses. You came here with just this this is irresponsible" He said, folding his arms over his chest as he looked at the boy with black hair. The stranger pulled out something else… a butterfly knife that looked more like a toy than a 'serious' weapon

[alvhiedeir]

Title: Is that all you got?

Pairing: Indra x gn!reader

Tw: drinking, mention of sex within influence (both of them are so nonconsensual?), Language, nsfw-ish

Note: I literally typed this without drafts before sleeping so not proofread

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!"

When did things go wrong? There where many, many bad choices made last night. Which exactly, was the question.

Maybe when you agreed to go drinking with the other gods, something that you rarely do? But it has been a stressful few many days for you and drinking one or two might help with it.

Or maybe that's when things went downhill. Rather than one or two, you drunk maybe half the club's worth of alcohol. That sounded exaggerated but that's what the hungover felt like. After your first one, your friends' encouragement and teasing lead you to down one more.

And another.

And another.

And another.

'Till you can't tell what's louder, the roar of the crowd egging you on or your own laughter echoing around as you danced a little to provocatively.

Maybe that's what lead a certain Indian god to approach your drunken self.

Eyes droopy but mischievous, lips tugging into a smirk as you pulled him close to your body. Hips swaying just the right way to get him intoxicated but pulling away just as fast with a cheeky laugh.

And he doesn't seemed to mind your little game.

Oh no.

He loved it.

The ever so diligent and modest you, playfully messing with him. With lips painted with red and seduction, who in their right mind won't take the bait.

And so he played with you.

Hands on your hips and back, calloused hands tracing the skin revealed by your clothes. Just imaging how pretty it would look all bruised and covered by his marks. When you pull away laughing, he would follow, his own chuckles leaving his lips in a low tone.

Maybe this wasn't the sole reason for your predicament. But you're sure as hell this was a vital point.

Especially after your little game, you found yourself pressed against an empty hallway. The sound of the party nothing but a gentle him in the background as he stared at you, eyes ever so impatient.

He pressed his head closer to your, breath smelling thick of alcohol and cigarettes. His tongue darts out to lick his drying lips, all the while his eyes stared at yours.

Then he closed the gap.

Ah, maybe this was your worst decision of the night.

You were drunk. He was drunk. But rather than doing what any rational person - god if you will - would do, you didn't push him away and said this wasn't right. That you shouldn't.

Oh no.

You wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him closer, deeper as it already is. Tongue seeking out his own to dance with. Greedy and hungry, you kissed back with such vigor as he did.

He held your head with one hand and the other claimed a spot on your back, pulling your body closer. Molding your body to fit his, wanting to feel every inch that you had to offer.

And you just laid yourself on a silver platter.

With a tug of his hair, you pulled back from the kiss. Your eyes took focus on his face, and shit. Was it just the lighting or he always this pretty?

His hair was a mess as per usual but both his eyes were clear for you to admire. It held a perfect amount of hunger, lust and admiration just enough to make your excitement to grow. But what got your legs shaking was his lips. Bruised and swollen from your bitting and beautifully decorated by your red lipstick. With each gasping breath he took, you can't help but to think how nice of a color it is to him.

And how he would look covered in it.

You made many bad turns this evening but this was the icing on the cake.

Swipping your tongue across your lips, you leaned forward to his ear. Teasingly taking the lobe between your teeth before whispering lowly,

"Is that all you got, Indra?"

And believe me, you have no idea what he can do.

So as you try to scurry to find you clothes scattered across the room (whose room you did not bother asking nor thinking as it will just intensify your own embarrassment), you can't help but curse at yourself.

"Fuck where are my underwear?!"

The ruffling of the bed sheets made you freeze on the spot. Head turning ever so slowly towards the sleeping figure on the bed, you almost let out a sigh of relief as he settled back into sleep after turning.

"Damn, looks like I'm going commando today."

You tried to look as presentable as possible before turning to leave but the memories of last night made you stop.

Was it just because of the lighting?

Curiosity will truly kill the cat.

As silent as your panicked self can be, you tiptoed to the bed and and looked at the god laying on his back, one arm on his head the other hidden under the blanket.

With all the courage that you (shouldn't) have, you peeled the cover away just above his waist and you had to say. Being drunk didn't deter your idea a pretty.

He did look pretty with those red marks.

With your curiosity satisfied, with a pounding heart you did your walk of shame with the only difference is that you're running.

And you thought that was the end?

Karma's a bitch and life loves drama.

And it's just so happen that you're their new favorite show.

A week passed after your little escapade, and let's us say you had to walk the long way over just to avoid a certain somebody. Even going as far as hiding in a closet for a solid 10 minutes.

And the one moment you had your guard down, he just happen to be there.

Against you.

Pinning you once again.

In broad daylight.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck"

"Look who it is."

His voice was both amused and taunting. His larger frame towering over you as he lean closer, the memories of that night resurfacing, along with the red ess of your cheeks.

He laughs when he notices the color on your face. His one visible eye filled with humour as he watch you try to push yourself deeper against the wall, as if it can swallow you.

"Why are you embarrassed now when you said and did a lot more than-"

"Indra!"

He barked put a laugh at your loud response, your cheeks tainting into am even darker shade at your own volume.

"I'm just here to ask two things, don't worry." Your eyes were weary but none the less nodded for him to continue.

And you probably shouldn't of didn't want to turn into a tomato.

"Is this your's?"

In his hands, he held up a black underwear, the one you left in a hurry to leave, unceremoniously twirling it in his finger that anyone walking by can see.

Your hands shoot out to grab the offending garment in his hands but he held it further from your reach. He smirked as you ended up leaning against his chest, face once again a few centimeters away from his own. And when you tried to pulled back he already had an arm wrapped around your waist, effectively cutting away your chance of escaping.

Sly bastard.

"Damnit Indra! Give that back!"

He smirked, a low laugh escaping his lips.

Sly, sexy bastard.

"I'll give it back, I just have another question."

You tried to reach for your garments once again but he led it higher and started twirling it again. One wrong move and it can fly away into the floor and someone might just-

"Fine! Fine! Ask your stupid question!"

You can hear your own pride shattering in the background but you swallowed to shards and stared at him.

He laughed again, and you swore if he laughed one more time you're going to throw hands.

"Calling it stupid is kind of mean."

"Just say it."

He smirked at your snarky reply, eyes starring at you so intently that your wounded pride almost let you whine.

He lead down his head, pushing you, once again on the wall. One arm on you waist, the other - still holding the blasted underwear - burried in your hair, holding it so that it stayed looking at him.

The same position the two of you were in before.

He swiped his tongue out licking his lips, all the while staring into you with those eyes. And for a moment it seemed like you two were back in that club. He slowly pressed his face besides your's, taking your earlobe between his teeth. His gentle nibbling making it harder to suppress the shaking of your body.

After a while, he released your ear, only to whisper lowly. Hot breath blowing against it.

"Is that all you got?"

This is a bad, bad idea.

But without the alcohol this time you had nothing to blame but yourself as you pulled him closer, eager to get another taste.

[kotarousdella]

you're okay my love ~ oikawa

tooru oikawa x fem!reader

warnings: oikawa smokes cigarettes, gaslighting, da boy calls you mean names, manipulation, uhh lmk if i missed anything

your head hurts and you can't think straight.

you swore that yesterday oikawa was shouting at you telling you that you were worthless and you can never do anything right. maybe it was just a dream because he would never do that.

would he?

you sat up in your bed looking down at your arms, there were burns and bruises all over your arms and wrists. you remember the yelling but not 100% sure what made him so mad. you looked to your left and saw that oikawa wasn't in the bed, looking at your night stand and there was a pill, a glass of water, and a note.

"Hey beautiful! Take this pill and meet me downstairs :P -Tooru"

you took the pill guessing that it's advil and got out of bed, heading to the kitchen.

"tooru?", you called out. "i'm in here beautiful", he shouts back sounding like he was in the kitchen.

As soon as you turned the corner the smell of morning eggs and pancakes hit your nose, you calmed down admiring the aroma.

oikawa turns around from the stove hold a cigarette in his mouth and wearing an apron that says "this kitchen ain't big enough for the two of us" and had the biggest smile on your face.

"good morning my love how did you sleep?" you walk up to him and he removed the cig to grab your cheeks and gives you a big kiss on your lips.

"i'm not sure, good i guess but this morning i had the biggest headache and i found these bruises on my arms" you say rolling up you selves to show him the bruises.

he looks at them with a serious face examining the marks then looks back at you and smiles again.

"i'm surprised you don't remember. you were really tired yesterday and fell walking up the stairs, it was quite a hard fall baby", he says turning back to the eggs to finish making breakfast, the cigarette falling on his lips.

you don't remember falling at all, i mean your body did hurt but you never felt any pain like you fell. you look at your arms again focusing on the small circular burns that looked like cigarette burns.

"no i don't think that's it, we definitely talked last night- no we argued and i remember you hitting me" you say walking towards him a little more.

you couldn't see oikawa’s face but it went from smiling to dead real quick.

oikawa thought that the pill you took last night would make you forget but your memory was starting to come back. good thing he had a backup plan to give you the same pill this morning hoping it would take effect before you could put two and two together.

oikawa laughs finishing putting the last of the eggs on the plate onto he counter and turned to you.

“baby you hit your head on the stair and passed out. i don’t think those are cigarette burns honey. your probably had a bad dream, i’m still your loving husband who takes care of you always.”

he brings you in for a hug and you sight in relief. you were just overreacting, oikawa would never hurt you, oikawa loves you, he would do anything for you.

“whew okay now that that’s done let’s eat-”, you say but stop in place as you head starts to throb and you fall to the ground. your eyes start to become heavy as you look up at oikawa and he stands over you with a frown on his face.

oikawa grabs your chin as your vision starts to get blurry.

“you should have just kept your fucking mouth shut, now you won’t remember any of this, sweet dreams my beautiful baby, toru loves you.”

and with that, you fall back into the dark abyss.

[danielsharmanswife]

-A warm bath and a sandwich-

Ewan McGregor characters x reader

2nd month: Mark Renton x Fem! Reader. (Part 1)

Author's note: Hey, cuties!❤ How have you been? I hope you and your family are safe and sound. I just wanted to say that I'm quite happy about this chapter and I hope that you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

As always, I want to remind you that English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there are any grammar mistake.

Word count: 1,821

Warning: mention of drugs, swearing

Tag list: @rosionis @rebleforkicks @bluerose512 @space-no0dle @elizabeth-skywalker

Masterlist Letters Masterlist

You didn't feel any dizziness, or a white light, you didn't even feel yourself levitating. For a moment, you thought you were still with Catcher, but when you opened your eyes, you confirmed that you were no longer there with him. 

You were in a totally white room that was so bright it burned your eyes. It seemed unreal, a science fiction room, the kind without doors or windows. The only thing in the room was a high white table made of the same material as the walls and the floor. On that table were two objects: an envelope and the Barbara Novak book.

You were very puzzled but you approached the table and took the envelope, opening it and taking out the note that was inside.

 It said:

Good morning, (y / n)! I see that you have passed the month easely ! But don't think that things will continue to be so simple... This month is going to be very interesting!  We have to congratulate you. We've been watching you and you seem to know how to handle yourself! We knew you were the one! It's time for me to give you a hint about what to expect this month. But first I'm going to tell you what you will have to get for us. This object is ... a disco sign! Good luck and don't be discouraged..

Choose life!

You read the note several times to remember every detail of it and when you looked up, you heard a click.

Instantly, you were in a bedroom with the same layout as your room from the previous month but the furniture was more modern, from the late 80s. The old wooden floor creaked with every step you took and the walls, which were quite neglected and full of cracks, echoed violently due to the music coming from upstairs. It was very annoying, so you decided to go investigate where it came from. 

You left the apartment, but not before taking the keys that were on the door and went up the stairs that led to the upper floor. The music was coming from the red door at the end of the landing. You approached the door and rang the bell, no one opened the door, you rang again, but nobody showed up. Since no one seemed to hear the bell, you started knocking on the door, louder and louder. 

You were very surprised that no one came to complain about the noise or peeked out from the knocks you were giving against the door. Either no one lived on the other floors or they didn't care about the noise at all. You looked at your wristwatch, it was two a.m. Yes, definitely no one lived there. 

Curiosity got the better of you and you tried to think of a way to open that door. You decided to kick it. In movies it always worked, right? It couldn't be that difficult. 

It was a big mistake.

You took four steps away and ran to it, when your foot hit the door, it opened wide, making you fall into the apartment. Turns out the door wasn't locked in any way. 

On the floor, you turned over to be on your back and saw that the inside door was completely bricked up with wooden boards that were nailed to the door but didn’t reach the wall. Whoever was in there, if they didn't want to be disturbed, they weren't doing anything right. 

You got up off the ground and dusted off your clothes. Good thing you were alone.

When you recovered from such humiliation, you continued your way through the house looking for the origin of the music. You crossed a corridor, letting yourself be guided by the rumbling of the walls that was getting louder, letting you know that you were getting closer. You ended up in front of a big gray, neglected door and opened it without a second thought.

When you opened the door, a strong smell of cigarettes and something stronger filled your nose, causing you to take a step back. The floor was littered with syringes, vomit puddles, and other gadgets that you couldn't describe. 

In the middle of the room, there was a young guy, with shaved hair and a yellow shirt that was slightly small, revealing his torso. The boy was unconscious, face down, he hadn’t noticed your presence yet.

You went to open the only window in the room, to ventilate and turned off the radio. 

Mission accomplished.

As soon as the young man stopped listening to the dreadful music, he began to move, lazily and turned around, letting you see that it was Mark Renton himself.

"Put the music back on." he simply said. 

"It bothered me." you replied.

Mark, not recognizing the voice that had spoken to him, turned to you, puzzled. 

"Who the hell are you?"

"My name is (y / n) and ... I live downstairs. Your music bothered me and as the door was open, I had no choice but to enter."

The boy got up, he seemed dizzy. He cursed himself for not having closed the door properly. Trudging out of his thoughts, Renton fixed his gaze on you. 

"That's illegal. You know that, love?" 

"Yeah and you��re the one who’s high as fuck in a house that I bet that isn’t even yours with the music blaring at 2 a.m."

Mark fell silent and spoke after a few seconds.

"I'm Mark, by the way, but my friends call me Renton."

"Nice to meet you, I guess." you said. 

"Same here." 

You stayed a while observing the mess on the ground. 

"Are you alone?"

"You mean if I'm single? Because in that case, yes, I am." 

"No." You giggled. "I'm asking if there's anyone else in this house. I'm saying that because this place stinks and it's cold. I think you should go down to my apartment and take a hot bath. I'll make you something to eat so you wipe off the effects of whatever you have in your body."

Mark, who was still somewhat disoriented, accepted, although it was a strange proposal since you didn’t know each other at all.

"I'm not going to do anything to you" you said, trying to reassure him. "I just want to help you." 

You took the key that was in your pants pocket, showing it to him.

As you walked down the stairs, Mark asked you:

"This building isn’t safe. How is it that a girl like you lives in a place like this? Only families with a single salary live here and young people like me who come to ... you know .." 

"I’ll only be here for a while. I usually travel a lot due to my job... I couldn't afford a better flat either." 

You came downstairs and opened the door to your apartment, inviting him inside.

"This house is very nice, it doesn't look like a rental one. Seeing how bad this building is.." he said. 

"Even if a building is 'bad', as you say, it doesn’t mean that you can’t live well." you led him to the living room. "Stay here. I'm going to go get some towels so you can take a hot bath. It'll do you good, you'll see. In the meantime, I'll fix something to eat. What would you want?"

"A sandwich would be nice.."

You nodded and headed to the bathroom. That meeting had been super strange and you didn't quite understand how you had ended up in that situation. Right now you were preparing a hot bath for Mark Renton, who was right now lying on your couch trying not to puke up. You would never have imagined that this would be your first meeting. 

After preparing the bath, you returned to the living room and saw that the boy had sat up. 

"Are you okay?" You asked him.

"It's just the side effects, I'll be fine in a few hours."

You just nodded. You didn't think this was the time to ask anything more.

"The bathtub is ready. I have left the towels right next to it. You can stay as long as you want. If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen." 

Without saying anything else, you left the room.

While you were making two sandwiches with the few ingredients you had, Renton went into the bathroom and began to undress. He looked at the reflection of his naked body in the mirror, analyzing all the scars on his arms. Those drugs weren't doing him any good but he couldn't do anything about it. 

With a long sigh, he staggered over to the tub and crept in carefully. The water was warm, not too hot, not too cold, at a perfect temperature. Mark relaxed and allowed his eyes to close. It felt good there, because of your strange kindness. You had suddenly appeared, offering him help, just what he needed. Maybe that was going to be his new beginning, his way of being able to swim to the surface. It had been too weird to just walk away with her, but no one had treated him like this for too long and he couldn't resist.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. How long had it been?

"Mark? Is everything okay?" He heard your voice on the other side of the door "I just wanted to tell you that the sandwiches are ready. You can go out whenever you want. And I have brought you a somewhat baggy T-shirt and pants that you can use as pajamas. I’m going to leave them here at the door." 

"Thank you." He replied.

You smiled to yourself, put the clothes on the door, and went back to the kitchen. A short time later, you saw him walk in and told him to sit at the table. Renton, seeing the sandwich and the tea you made for him, practically lunged for it, like he hadn't eaten in years. You laughed a bit and sat across from him. 

After several seconds in silence, you decided to speak. 

"Mark .. Can I ask you a question?" The young man nodded as he admired the food in his hands "Why are you doing this to yourself?" He stopped looking at his plate to look at you. 

"You’re asking about the injections?" You nodded slightly "It's the life I've chosen. I couldn't fill the void that keeps me from sleeping at night and drugs are the only thing that keeps me aliv ... you know?" He went silent for a few seconds "But I want to change! I want to be totally clean and have a normal life." 

"If that's what you want .." you started to say "I can help you." 

The gaze of the boy in front of you lit up.

 "Would you do that?" 

"Of course!"

[narutowtfareyoudoing]

Okay so it's totally understandable if you don't want to do this. Love your blog either way! ❤ but I'd love to see headcanons or scenarios about Kakashi, Itachi and whoever else you want smoking weed with the reader! I think it'd be hilarious!!! Again totally cool if it's a no if you don't smoke or are against it.. love you!

Glad to hear you love the blog!💚💚  LMAO I’M SO DOWN WITH THIS 😂💚 I’ve been around marijuana most of my life in different aspects so I’m excited to write this! 💚💚 I also assumed the reader was their S/O. ---

Kakashi Hatake:

Kakashi’s been smoking weed since he left the ANBU. After being in desperate need of an escape and generally needing to calm down. Now it’s a daily ritual.

Though he generally sleeps better now that he gets to crawl into bed with you he usually smokes before bed.

He’ll always share with you, he’s not possessive over his stash at all. Help yourself if he’s not around S/O.

Why is he so lax about it? He’s never had to pay for it. 

That’s right, years ago Kakashi helped out an elderly couple and turns out they ran a weed farm. As a show of their thankfulness anytime Kakashi comes around he gets a handsome baggy for free.

You went with him once and they think you’re lovely, they’re vert happy someone’s loving and taking care of their broody hero. You get a cute little baggy of your own for free too.

Having the nose of a trained Ninken means he knows the good stuff when he smells it.

So the stash you two share is some potent stuff. It’s that good stinky shit my dude.

Kakashi has got a large double percolator bong covered in dog stickers you’ve put onto it that he hides beside his dresser in case anyone decides to drop by unexpectedly. Guy came by once and Kakashi swears he was lectured about it for three days straight. 

Watching Kakashi take hits with his mask still on always makes you laugh, the way the smoke comes up from the inside of his mask should look really cool but it just makes you burst into a fit of giggles. Which is why he still does it sometimes. He thinks your laugh is cute and nothing makes him laugh more than your own laugh.

You two usually smoke in bed, the plan is always just to get a little stoned and get some good sleep. Oh, how you two rarely follow the plan.

You two can stay up for hours talking. Sometimes it strays into serious and philosophical topics and other times it’s a giggles fest of lame excuses he’ll use on his students later.

You two even have little smoking games. One of his favourite is where you two read Icha Icha and whoever finishes the page last has to take a hit, the more you lose the harder it gets to read. But as the room gets filled with more and more smoke it gets harder for the winner to keep focus too. Kakashi usually wins this game never the less though.

To spite what his reputation as a Shinobi is and how he can come across Kakashi is in fact a gigantic nerd and it comes out full force when you two are stoned. His comfort with you paired with the weed is enough to have him drop down any barriers and he tells you all this fan theories about the next Icha Icha books, how he came up with the names for his Ninken. Come on one of their names is Biscuit! 

Speaking of biscuits. Kakashi doesn’t have a huge sweet tooth but that man can pack it away. You two have definitely walked down to Ichiraku’s for a late night second dinner. You’ve run into Shikamaru and Asuma there too along with a number of other faces. There’s a good reason Ichiraku’s is open late, he knows his clientele. 

You two eventually make it to bed so late that it’s early. Both your heads light and bodies heavy as you cuddle up, conversation slowly turning into snores.

Itachi Uchiha:

Itachi’s been familiar with marijuana for medical use for quite some time.

It’s what’s most easily accessible on the road, not every Village has well trained Medical Nin but there’s always at least one person in every Village that sells pot. 

At first he only took medical marijuana oil that had a low THC to avoid effects of grogginess on missions.

But when you came into the picture with your gummies and potent oils things changed. 

He still rarely uses anything with THC on missions but when he’s off his missions he enjoys it more than he thought he would. 

Edibles are something he enjoys, he has a sweet tooth no matter what he says. You made edible Dango once and he adored it.

He can’t take any hits from bongs or blunts but with you he’s become very fond of shotguns and hotboxings. Shotguns usually end in a kiss and it gives him all the more reason to smile. The lightheadedness from the weed and your lips leaves him with what could be considered a dorky smile by Uchiha standards.

Then of course you introduced him to the world of THC body oils. Heaven you introduced him to Heaven.

When he comes back from missions physically sore you break out the oil and give him a massage. Itachi was a little hesitant at first, brushing you off politely but with some insistence from your end he agreed.

It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy the thought of you giving him a massage, it’s that he worries sometimes the relationship you two have is skewed too much in his favour. You often have to remind him you love him and you do this not because you feel like you have too but because you want too. Plus you often jokingly tease him by grabbing his butt and that’s your Heaven so it’s worth it.

His body is usually sick an uncooperative when it comes to physical forms of love with you but sometimes just the right combinations of medical grade oils and high THC can have his body feeling well enough to try. And if you’re receptive at all he doesn’t miss a chance to try.

Buzzing high on THC and blissful orgasmic relief is enough to knock you and Itachi into sleeping the next week away. 

He never would have thought being high would give him such a semblance of a normal life. Laying, cuddled up to the person he loved so dearly, body and mind relaxed, death far from his thoughts. It all gave him a moment of maybe what his life could have been and he relishes in it. 

When he’s stone he smiles more, breathy chuckles make their way our of him not many but more than you’d normally get. He already smile around you more but when he’d stoned it’s more constant. 

He chooses not to get philosophical when he’s high with you, all his philosophical’s have to do with death and he wants that as far as possible from the conversation when he’s trying to be present in the moment with you. It’s something you two have talked about, you already knew the reality that Itachi was going to die and it was going to be bloody...he didn’t need to remind you of it every second so instead he just lets himself enjoy the hazy moments he has with you.

Itachi’s nerves are shot from dangerous Jutsu he’s used over the years but being high feels to heighten his sensitivity and your little touches of affection are something he wishes he could bottle up and take with him on long missions. 

Kisame is aware of almost everything you are when it comes to Itachi and he’s got no problem with it and he’s gone so far as to remember the strains you told him help Itachi the most and will pick them up if he sees them. Kisame doesn’t see the appeal himself since he’s highly resilient. Seriously check it out fish aren’t susceptible to THC 

Some of Itachi’s best days are spent with you stoned out of your brilliant minds. 

Yamato:

Can you guess who was a bad influence and is to blame for this? I’ll give you two guesses but you’re only gonna need one. That’s right, say it with me: Kakashi.

What started as a way to appear cool and bond with his Senpai has over the years become a personal hobby.

Yamato is absolutely paranoid at times that someone will catch him smoking. It’s not illegal but it once was and sometimes he still gets worried he’ll get in trouble or worse get shamed for it.

So he only exclusively smokes at home by himself, with you or guiltily sometimes with Kakashi to spite the fact Kakashi teases the living Hell outta your poor boyfriend.

You do too a little. You can’t help it. You’d think he’s a teenager hiding it from his mom instead of a grown man who lives with you, his adult partner by the way he acts.

He locks all the doors, puts towels at the bottom of every single one, closes every window and latches them shut, he lights candles to stop the smell, he got so worried once he even used his wood Jutsu to seal the door and windows tight. Which caused the most incredibly intense hotbox of your life.

To spite the fact he’s been smoking much longer than you have you typically have to light up first to help him feel more comfortable about it. He still has a worry in the back of his head you’ll judge him for what he was raised with is a nasty habit.

But as he take a few deep breaths he calms down. One of the root reasons why he smokes is to calm himself down and to unravel the tight spiral he spins himself into.

He mainly smokes joints, they’re easy to hide and if he’s positive if he ever needed too he could convince someone they were just hand rolled cigarettes.

He’s a talker. Going over imaginary scenarios that get more and more ridiculous the higher he gets and he used to be able to talk himself into a panic but when you laugh at the insane lengths he goes too it calms him down and make him realize that he is being a little silly...but just a little.

You sometimes have to steer the conversation a little, telling funny stories of when you were in school and someone dared you to eat a roach claiming it would get you high. It didn’t. 

If you can get him going he’ll absolutely in be stitches as he laughs away. And it’s adorable to see Yamato cut loose like that.

Sometimes he’ll tell his famed ghost stories but instead of his Dead Eyed Ghoulish Stare having it’s usual chilling effect it makes you lose your mind and laugh. It should be terrifying with his pupils enlarged, red blood vessels brimming his big eyes as they stare at you but there’s just something so funny about it when you’re high. And eventually after he has a brief moment of bruised ego he laughs along with you.

About two shared joints in the best way to describe him is dopey. 

Dopey eyes, dopey grin, dopey compliments on how he’s so thankful for you and that you’re here with him, years ago he never would’ve imagined he’d get to come home to someone, especially someone as pretty and wonderful as you.

When he gets this dopey he just wants to be held, so much of his life has been starved of touch and it feels so wonderful with the way his nerves and buzzing. If you run your nails through his hair he’s an absolute goner.

He likes to wait for all the hotbox smoke to dissipate into nothingness before he dares to open a window or a door. So this usually means you two spend hours together like this. 

He greatly prefers smoking now that he can do it with you. He however to prefer or approve of your pranks like the time you snuck a joint into his flak jacket pocket. He freaked out desperately trying to hide it and you were in so much trouble when he got home.

~Admin Coral. 

Buy Me A Coffee?

[cavariously]

[Trying my hand at a fan fiction.

I love to write but I have never done anything like this before, so all feedback would be extremely appreciated (Grammer, Plot, Characters etc.).

I love Tokyo Ghoul so I really hope I don't fuck this up 😅. A big thank you to anyone who reads this ❤️]

Caution: Agressive Swearing, Offensive Language, Graphic Violence.

Notes: Takes place post end of TG:re, Reapers = Marshall version of Doves.

1. Crow - 24

City lights and the rushing motions of the landscape turn the 24th ward into a blinding and blaring circus. Humans. They crawl through this city with the assurance that they will be here tomorrow. They will be here a year from now. They will be here forever. They are the only lifeform with this assurance. All other creatures in this world live with the knowledge that their making it to the next moment is a fifty fifty

It is certainly a miracle that they last, noticing absolutely nothing at all. They don't see the effects that the fumes of their veichles have on the planet that they grip so tightly to. They can't begin to recognise that they are being continually watched and targeted by devices that could wipe them from the face of said Earth in less than zero. They don't even notice the apex predictor observing them from less than a mile above.

Humans simply move from one spot to another, only stopping to cause irrevocable disaster and reduce their surroundings to less than ash, and then move on to the next target. Someone said that humans are Parasites, and although it may be naive to believe this was wholly correct, it would be complete ignorance to dismiss it entirely. Ghouls do not indulge in such ignorance. Parasite is an apt description for a human, from the perspective of a ghoul, that and food.

The figure stands tall, wind rushing rapidly through their tied up hair. They can smell the putrescence of man-kind as they go about their sweaty and arrogant business. They would laugh if it wasn't so tragic. What do humans amount to? They are greedy and bloody bags of meat that fight and hate more than any other being, yet they are allowed to multiply and just be. It could be argued that ghouls are the same as humans in this aspect, but most abide by the one meal a month agreement, even though this arrangement can be hell for some. Unlike humans, who see violence as their God given right, when ghouls fight, it is rarely for anything other than survival. Perhaps this view doesn't take all ghouls into account, but all humans gorge themselves on everything, and fight for any fucking reason they want.

Twenty years ago, a disaster was meant to end this disparity. For the first time ever, ghouls and humans fought together to save the world they shared from the monster that had been designated 'DRAGON'. The defeating of this enemy was meant to end in equality, where ghouls and humans shared the world equally. Scientific leaps had been made. Synthetic meats that ghouls could eat, so they wouldn't have to harm humans. The corpse of Dragon even lead to dramatic advancements in the medical field. Humans were now benefiting from ghoul DNA, as it allowed them to combat most illnesses and increase their lifespan somewhat. After all that ghouls had done for them, weren't humans grateful? No. Ten years, then ghouls were back to being vile creatures to be hunted, and were forced back to living in the sewers. The deaths of so many perfectly good and innocent ghouls, just so that humanity could screw them all over again. What a funny tragedy.

Another figure appeared from the shadows, stepping in line with their comrade. Neither looking at the other, they both silently watched the ferris-wheel turn round and round. A world that they saw as rightfully theirs. They were hungry for it and they would have it. No matter the cost. In fact, the more human casualties... the better.

"Are you ready to go?" the newcomer asked, never taking their attention away from everything below.

"Yeah. Any longer and I might have to eat you."

"Like you could" came the cold, arrogant response.

"Just because you got five inches on me now, doesn't mean I can't still beat your ass Da..."

"Don't fucking call me that. While we're out here you call me Kuma and I call you... Blindfold, or Eyeless. Something like that." Even though his response had been quick and sharp, neither his tone nor his concentration had wavered.

"Eyeless" they conceded.

"Fine, Eyeless it is. Just don't go shouting our real names out in public. You're enough of a liability as it is without giving our fucking identities away."

Eyeless finally turned to look at their brother. They couldn't help feeling a pang of nostalgia. He had been so small once, constantly hanging onto their shoulders and making paper birds that he place all over their home. Those memories hurt, especially when they remembered what came after. He used to smile so much and now he's a moody little shit. They'd never been like that at fourteen, they thought smugly.

"Fine. Let's go KUMA before I rip your snarky head off." With that final retort, Eyeless turned and stepped off of the roof.

Kuma watched them drop six stories, landing with grace and poise. Why were they always so aggravating? Maybe he was jealous of their natural ability, or perhaps they were just a pain in the ass to be related to. With a sigh and a wandering look to the night sky, he followed suit.

* * *

The Marshalls finished up disposing of the ghoul. Bikakus are a pain in the ass Haruto thought, but it's better than a Ukaku. Haruto loved the fact that he was an intimidating figure. The ghoul had basically shat itself as soon as it had seen his large muscular frame, and cruel bearded face. The black trench coat they wore, that often announced the end for ghouls, probably didn't hurt either. He nudged the face of the corpse with his foot. He reckoned it wouldn't even be worth removing his Kakahou to get a new quinque. Taking into account the short amount of time it had taken him and Kenji to bypass his defences and cut him through the middle, he was a B rated ghoul maximum.

"Right, time we get back" Haruto sighed.

"Mhm" Kenji agreed. He never said much.

"Did you bring the body bag? You never know, you might be able to upgrade that piece of shit you call a quinque." Haruto laughed loudly. He loved taking the piss out of Kenji, especially when he knew his only retort woukd be 'mhm'.

As expected, Kenji responded with a grumbling "Mhm", and moved towards the body.

Haruto, turned to walk away, lighting a cigarette and beginning to inhale deeply. That Kenji was going to marry his sister. What's he gonna say when the priest asks him if he takes her to be his lawfully wedded wife? Mhm. Haruto chuckled to himself. All in all Kenji was a good guy, and one hell of a Marshall. He could use that crappy Ukaku quinque pretty damn well, even if it did come from a C rated ghoul. Kenji also took Haruto's kids to the beach when he and Mrs Haruto wanted a quiet weekend. He might be an ugly fucker with next to no hair, and a face that made you want to split him down the middle, but he was clean and sometimes smelt nice. Yeah, Kenji could marry his sister if he wanted. She could do a hell of a lot worse.

A loud splatter sounded out behind Haruto. He spun on his heels, instincts flaring immediately into action. Where the fuck was Kenji? Where his partner had been attempting to fit the ghoul into the black bag, there was now the cut in half corpse of his future brother in law, fallen to the sides with a blindfolded figure standing in the middle. His entire being twitched in anticipation of this thing making a move to kill him, but all it did was leasurly bend down and scoop something up from the gore beneath. As the creature straightened up, he saw that it was simply sucking on one of Kenji's bloody fingers. To others, this might signify a psychotic animal, but to a seasoned Marshall, this was a confident and calculating killer plain and simple. A powerful one at that. Their clothes were indistinctive; clad in thin black leather and fabric, however, their mask was a completely different story. Almost the entirety of its face was covered. Its mouth had a tight black fabric wrapped over it, with a skeletal smile that would open, revealing the snaking pink tongue underneath. The huge back leather collar surrounding it could be zipped up to hide all but the eyes from the world. Not that the eyes could be seen either. A bone white blindfold shut them off from view. Foreign symbols were drawn in deep black on either side, with the a closed eye taking centre stage. Although it was just a drawing, that closed eye was unearving, as if the lack of sight heightened its ability to see, instead of impeding it.

Now this was a ghoul. Just by its sheer presence Haruto could tell this one was rated A, or more likely >S. Haruto couldn't deny to himself that he was intimidated, but he was a senior Marshall, and always backed himself in a one on one. He looked down at his fallen partner and gulped. First things first, get into this guys head. Haruto scanned the ghoul, looking for weaknesses that he could exploit verbally. If he was lucky, the reaction could lead to him obtaining an edge. He noticed that this ghoul was slight in stature, maybe five foot five all told.

"You wanna end up like this other piece of shit, you fucking dwarf."

This garnered absolutely nothing.

Haruto couldn't take it much longer. This creature continued to lapp at the guts of his dead partner, that were splattered over its fingers. It obviously didn't give a shit what it looked like to others. It reminded him of a cat, publically cleaning its fur and genitals with no concern for the world. It was fucking reveling in its feast, and it made Haruto's blood boil.

"You killed an innocent man. He was gonna have a family and you ripped him apart. You monsters have no fucking souls and you all belong in hell. That's where I'm gonna send you. I'm a fucking senior Marshall you stupid shit. You have no clue how badly you've fucked up."

Again, the ghoul made no sign of changing emotion, continuing to dip its fingers in Kenji and take its time eating. Haruto knew he needed something else to get into its head so he scanned again. 'Shit' he thought, as the ghost of a smile passed over his lips. The majority of its body was covered in black that mostly obscured its shape, however, his keen eyes saw that although its grey hair was tied up, it was probably quite long when undone. At its chest area, although it was probably bound, there was the hint of a slightly tented structure. The hardest one to spot was the hips. Despite them being covered by black leather shorts, those hips were a tad too wide to be a man's.

"Alright you sick fuck. I'M A COMMIN FOR YA!"

With one last drive to uncover more courage, Haruto raised his Kokaku quinque and lept towards the ghoul.

"I'M GONNA FUCK YOU UP FOR KENJI... YOU BITCH!"

As Haruto closed the distance with extreme speed, to less than two meters, the shadow of another figure dropped from the sky, landing directly next to the first. Haruto skidded to a halt, taken aback by the new masked creature. This one was certainly taller, and its face was covered by a red, horned mask. It was only as his attention slipped completely that he realised his final mistake. For the first time, the blindfolded ghoul smiled widely, the skeletal mouth parting to reveal massive bloody teeth.

The next thing Haruto knew was that he was laying down on the ground, face to the sky. His neck was warm and dripping wet. He raised his hands to his throat as the oxygen escaped his body, feeling the deep gash that was releasing his blood. The ghouls started conversing.

"Which one you want?" the first asked the newcomer.

"I don't care. You killed 'em both so you choose" the other responded dispondantly.

"Well, you're the growing boy so you take the ghoul and the first Reaper."

"Damn, well fuck me if you ain't the best big sister" uttered the male ghoul sarcastically, as he casually walked over to Kenji and the dead ghoul. "Why you taking you're mask off you sicko? The guys not even dead yet."

"I like it when they watch me" the female ghoul giggled.

Haruto saw the shadow of something passing over his head. "Ken...Ke..ji" Haruto gasped.

Suddenly, from below him came a the same giggle. "Awww dude, I think these guys were close."

"Eyeless, eat the fucker and let's go" came the voice of the male.

"Hey buddy boy, look at me will you" said the female from his feet.

Haruto craned his neck, scared of what he might see, but thinking 'fuck it' to himself. What's did he have to be afraid of, he's already dead. When he finally focused on the face he was confused. She was chewing on a leg. His leg. When the fuck did she get her dirty hands on that? When she'd finished on his leg, licking the tips of her fingers with delight, she bent down and hovered over him. Eyeless? That's what the other one had called her, but that wasn't true at all. Now that her blindfold was off he could see the entirety of her murderous giddy face.

"You're very funny" she said. "Innocent man. Gonna have a family. Its really fucking funny."

The last thing Haruto would ever see would be a testimony to her names innacuracy. Staring at him excitedly was one grey eye, so remarkably human looking it was weird. The other eye was a pool of darkness... with a violent, blood red pupil that seemed to be trying to force its way out of its black prison. She snapped up the rest of him.

"Sicko..."

End

[missjoker96]

This story was a request from my lovely and sweet friend @arthurflecksgirl ♡♡♡

I'm so glad that we are friends!

Arthur getting new medication

Disclaimer: mentall illness

Arthur's point of view.

I couldn't sleep. Maybe because of my insomnia again or my sleeping pills don't help anymore.

I saw (Y/N) sleeping beside me so peaceful that I wished I could sleep too.

Why must I suffer and live with a mental illness? Sometimes I hate myself and wish to be a better and stronger boyfriend and a healthy one. Life can be so cruel and it was hard enough to live in a city like Gotham. Things made everything more difficult and I have to deal with it for already 35 years.

I thought that I would never find a girl who love me for who I am. Not many girls accept a relationship with a mental ill man.

But (Y/N) was different. She accepts me for who I am and she doesn't care if I have a mental illness. I'm so glad that I found her.

Time passed and finally I found some sleep, but not for long. The loud noises from the city and a police siren woke me early in the morning. This was a good chance for me to go to the pharmacy and get my new meds. I have a receipt which I got from Dr Kane. My old meds were driving me insane and they didn't help anymore. At least I felt so and so I decided to ask for new meds.

I put on my clothe's, my money and my keys before I left appartment 8J to go to Helm's pharmacy.

I wasn't sure if it was a good idea to buy those new meds, but I gave it a try.

Once I entered the building, I walked to the shop assistant and gave the lady who worked there my receipt. She gave me an odd look and asked me. "Are you sure that you want to buy those meds? They are stronger than your old meds, Mr Fleck."

Of course I would buy them. I got the receipt and I wanted to end my suffer, but nobody told me about the side effects. People were so ignorant and unpolite. I spoke about my doctor too. The woman in front of my eyes gave me a worried face expression and I shook my head. "Of course I take them. How much are they?" She told me the prize and I paid with my money before I left the pharmacy again. I had to go back home before (Y/N) woke up. I didn't want that she noticed my absence, so I hurried up until I arrived appartment 8J again. It was almost impossible to wake her, because she usually slept very deep and barely heard noises like a click from the keys.

The door opened and I slowly stepped inside without making noises. I closed the door silently and put my jacket in the wardrobe. I placed my keys on the table where I usually left them and went into the kitchen to prepare coffee. Coffee was always the best to stay awake if you were still tired in the morning. I took a seat at the chair and took my new meds out. I read the information about possible side effects, but didn't care and took my first pill. Nothing happened, because it took time to feel the effect of any pills. And then I heard a yawning. It was my beloved (Y/N). She was about to wake up and I quickly hid my new meds before I walked into the bedroom.

She was still asleep and I smiled at her. I couldn't believe my luck with her. I guess I will never believe it. Not now and not tomorrow. Never. I placed a kiss on her lips and whispered something into her ears.

"I am in the kitchen and wait for you, (Y/N.)"

I walked back into the kitchen and drank my cup of coffee and light up a cigarette. The cigarette I forgot to smoke yesterday.

I wondered if (Y/N) would notice my new meds sooner or later.

After a hour I heard my name from the bedroom calling. Or was it one of my hallucinations again?

"Arthur?" (Y/N) asked and probably wondered where I was.

This was the moment where I felt the real effect of my medication. I began to hallucinate again and felt alone again in my small appartment. It felt as I have always day dreamed about having a girlfriend who truly loves me, but right now it felt like my imagnation.

Suddenly she appeared in front of me and I barely looked up.

"Arthur.. Why didn't you wake me?"

I heard her name and looked at her.

(Y/N) stood in front of me, but who could tell me that she was real?

"You slept so good and I needed a coffee and my morning cigarette. Forgive me sweetheart." I got up from my chair and wrapped my arms around her to feel her. I need to feel her close to me and smelled her hair. It had the scent of coconut like our shower gel.

Mmh. How I loved the scent of coconut on her. My baby girl.

"It's okay Arthur. Can I get a morning kiss then?" She smiled at me in a sweet way and I couldn't say no. I placed a passionate kiss on her lips and closed my eyes.

But I broke the kiss too early.

My eyes were fixed at (Y/N) while I asked her a very stupid question.

"(Y/N), do you think I'm real? Is this real?"

She pulled back slowly and looked shocked at me as if I said something wrong. It was only a question, but she would notice my strange behavior.

"Why do you say that? You are real to me, Arthur. And I am real. Did you forget to take your meds again?"

Oh no. This question!

Yes I forgot to take them, but I couldn't tell her the truth. She wouldn't be happy with me, but I had to do something against my suffering and my insomnia.

I didn't want to answer her question and sat down on my chair again. I light up another cigarette and fixed my eyes at the ash tray.

"I often question myself if I do exist, (Y/N). I mean people are ignorant and eighter don't listen or don't hear what I'm saying."

It was the sad truth. I felt invisible for my whole life until I found (Y/N), but some days feel like the past of me again. Like nobody sees me.

"There is something you don't want to tell me. I can see the look in your eyes, Arthur. You can be honest with me. We trust each other, remember?"

I can feel how she stroked my hands and then placed her hands on my cheek. She would be mad at me if I told her the truth. There is another reason. I carried a shadow within me since my childhood and he should protect me from bullies and criminal attacks. This shadow lived inside of me and waited to come out and play.

Finally I looked into her eyes again and began to speak.

"I have told you about my horrible childhood. And there is a shadow who lives inside of me and he protects me, but he can only do that when he comes out. This shadow is part of me and he is real."

She stroked my stubborn curl out of my face and placed her hand on my cheek again. It felt good to be touched by her gentle hands and her face expression changed like she understood my words.

(Y/N) always understood me, but when I kept things hidden from her then things were different.

But I was glad that she always tried to understand me.

"I know the horrible story about your childhood, Arthur. I'm so sorry for all the pains and trauma you have to carry with you, but who is this shadow? You have never told me about him. Is he dangerous?"

She was so curious. It fascinated me and how she used her words. I can be truly lucky to have (Y/N) as my girlfriend.

I noticed my cigarette and dropped the ash on the ground accidantly.

Good that I didn't drop it on mine or (Y/N) clothe's.

"He is not only a shadow. He is part of me and he is visible. I am this shadow and I want to come out, but my old meds wouldn't have let me... Umm.."

Now I have betrayed myself and she would probably ask me about my condition. She was the only one who knew everything about me and I couldn't lie to her, because I love her so much.

"Your old meds? Do you want to say that you have changed your meds? Gosh, Arthur! Why didn't you tell me about it? I was so worried about you. This explains your strange behavior then."

I felt her arms around me and didn't say something. I just needed to feel her arms and hear her voice to know that she is real. And she is real. Dr Kane told me that I wasn't hallucinating, but she was worried about (Y/N) and this made me sad.

I would do anything for my sweetheart.

And those new meds helped me to feel better. The only problem were the bad side effects like thinking about what's real and what's not real.

It worried her, but she understood me and would help me to get through my mental illness. No matter what happen.

"My behavior. I only feel visible when you are here with me, (Y/N). And still I don't know if I'm real or not. But Joker.. He is real. He laughs when I'm crying."

I felt as if he came out. The mask wasn't there yet, but I could feel him begging for freedom.

"You are visible, darling. Your new meds are driving you insane. Didn't you read the information about the possible side effects?"

I shook my head, because I trusted my doctor.

"No, I didn't. Forgive me, (Y/N). I must be a terrible boyfriend for hiding my stuff from you and then my questions.."

Tears came out of my eyes and I felt terrible.

(Y/N) hugged me and kissed my hair. It always felt good to be kissed from her and my favourite kisses were on my cheeks and on my lips. I wished for more kisses, but she wanted to know more of myself.

She would have found it out sooner or later, because of my red suit in my wardrobe. And she knew that I don't wear a bright red suit when I go out.

"Shh.. You aren't terrible! Don't ever say that again Arthur. I love you for who you are and I would never be angry at you. I was extremely worried and afraid. You should talk with me next time if you change your meds again."

It was sweet to hear from her that she wasn't angry or mad with me. I could be truly lucky to have (Y/N) in my life.

I kissed her lips and pulled her into a gentle hug. I needed this moment to find comfort again, because I had already a hard night and then a bad experience with my new medication.

I thought that there were no more questions, but (Y/N) asked me another one.

"Who is Joker?"

Joker. My shadow.

Created by childhood trauma.

The clown inside of me who protected me from bullies and criminal attacks.

I wasn't ready to show her my dark side. And I wasn't ready to tell her that I am Joker.

But she knew it already. I mentioned it.

"(Y/N), I can't show you my other self. Not yet, because I need time to find my true self. Please forgive me."

I kissed her hands and closed my eyes for a while to think about Joker.

He couldn't live without being noticed, but I could decide if I bring him out. I wanted to show her my true self, but I feared that she might be afraid of him.

Joker was the opposite of me.

Arthur was gentle, broken and shy.

Joker was strong, fearless and protective.

Maybe it was better to show (Y/N) the clown in his bright red suit.

"That's okay darling. Take all time you need, but why didn't you mention that before with your meds? We could have find a way together." She cared so much about me and I was glad about that. It was a sign that I could trust her with my life.

I never trusted a woman before.

And I don't know how I could trust my own mother who lied to me my whole life.

"I am so sorry. I felt like it wasn't a good idea, but now I realize that I should have told you about my new receipt for new meds. Next time I take you with me and we buy the meds together. Does that sound good?"

I formed a smile on my face and could see her smile again. It made me happy to see her like this and felt her lips on mine again.

Those sweet lips. The first lips I tasted and hopefully the last.

"This sounds much better honey. And please tell me before you take your new meds again, okay? I need to know it."

I shook my head at her question and then hugged her. I needed this comforting hug and I needed (Y/N). She made me truly happy and this must have been a good reason to be real for her.

And she must be real.

Side effects can always happen, but it's important to know that you are real.

And once again I was lost in a kinda day dream.

(Y/N) stroked my cheeks and called me with my other name.

"Joker, would you like to cuddle up together or is it too early for that?"

I couldn't decline and say no, but I smirked. It was like my other smirk.

Joker's smirk, but without face paint.

The red smirk could wait.

Joker could wait.

All I wanted now was (Y/N) and we lost ourselves in a deep passionate kiss...

#ArthurFleck #Fanfiction #Joker2019 #DCUniverse #ShortStory #JokerFanfic

[meleuki]

Unexpected

Axl Rose x Reader

Warnings: SMUT

Word Count: 3,200+

A/N: Here is the Axl Rose Smut that I've been writing for ages. Lemme know if there is anything I can improve on! Enjoy!

I could faintly hear the screams of the crowd behind me. I ran through the halls of backstage, searching for the dressing rooms of Guns n Roses. I'd been there just earlier, maybe two or three hours ago, but it seemed that every minute that ticked by slowly made the halls surrounding the concert stage into a rabbit warren of rock n roll.

There were a few girls standing here and there, either smoking or drinking, their stocking clad legs open to the point where it got in the way of the stage crew who had to rush around trying to make sure nothing bad happened to the band during the show. I sighed as I rushed past the groupies, ignoring their disgusted sneering as my heavy boots stomped against the ground.

I'd been ready to leave not long ago, packing my van with all the tools and make-up I'd brought along for the boys. Each had their own box, their own supply of face paint. It was then that I realised I had completely forgotten Axl's make-up box in his dressing room. The red-haired man had been flirting with me the entire time I'd touched up his face. I'd thought it would only take 15 minutes or so, but it had ended up taking at least half an hour. I'd spent more time snarling at the rock star to keep his hands off my legs than applying powder to his face, and I had eventually given up and left the room, completely forgetting the box of make-up I had brought in.

I sighed as I finally reached his door, ignoring the 'keep out' and 'do not enter' signs. Luckily for me, I'd been given a key to the dressing rooms in case of moments like this. I slid the key that hung from a lanyard around my neck into the lock, turning until I heard the familiar click of the door. I was immediately greeted by the smell of cigarette smoke as I walked into the large room. My eyes falling on two girls sitting on Axl's couch, sucking on a cancer stick each, emitting the smoke that had clouded up the whole room.

I stopped in my tracks as the two groupies turned to me, confusion in their eyes, maybe a small amount of jealousy too.

I pointed at them, "Out." and then the door, "Get the fuck out."

One of them began blubbering as they stood up, "But Axl told us to wait here until he got back from the show—!"

I held my hand out, cutting her off as I marched further into the room, my boots slapping against the carpet with every step. The metal pins and chains that I had attached to the leather shoes smacked together, creating the distinct sound of metal on metal.

"I don't give a fuck what Axl said! I said, get out!" I yelled, taking a step towards them and basking in the way they flinched at my sudden movements.

I watched as they scrambled, nodding quickly, mumbling apologies as their barely covered assets disappeared through the dressing room door. I sighed, placing my hand on my forehead as another stress fueled headache rushed through me. I groaned, searching the room for the make-up case through my pain, the one and the only reason I had come back into the hell pit people called backstage in the first place.

"Wow, I never thought I'd see you bent over like that." Axl's deep voice cut through the air. My eyes closed as I took a deep breath in through my nose, preparing myself to turn around and see the red-headed man.

"Fuck you, Axl." I groaned, standing up slowly and turning to face him with a glare on my face.

"Two little ladies down the hall told me you shoved them out of here." Axl chuckled, wiping an already damp towel over his sweaty forehead. His eyes were glazed over, probably the effect of all the adrenaline he'd built up on stage.

I grunted, beginning to look around the room again. I couldn't stand being back here any longer, especially alone in a room with Axl. I could feel his eyes on me as I searched for my tools, roaming my body like I was some piece of meat.

I snapped my head around, eyes narrowing to slits as they connected with Axl's, "You mistake me for what I am not Mr Rose, I am no slut."

"And I don't expect you to act like one Miss (L/N)." Axl's soft tone surprised me, and I began to let my tense body relax under his gaze. His eyes were green, so green. They looked like one of those rivers that you would find hidden in the woods, his eyes shone like the water's surface. I could almost smell the earth around me as I stared at him.

I let out a sigh before taking a deep breath in through my nose, "I'm getting lost in your eyes." I admitted composedly.

"And yet, two minutes ago you were ready to punch me in the face," Axl smiled sadly, "I don't understand you (Y/N)."

"I don't understand myself, Mr Rose," I spoke formally, detaching my gaze from him. I grunted uncomfortably as I moved to the beaten up couch. There had probably been many nights where people had puked, split alcohol or even had sex right where I sat, but it was the most comfortable thing in that shitty room for the time being.

"Why do you... call me that?" Axl furrowed his eyebrows as he walked over to his make-up bench, running his hand through his red hair, "Mr Rose~."

Axl dragged out the name, smirking at the way it sounded in his mouth. I could tell by the way he smiled that all he had in his head was those filthy thoughts. Thoughts of me screaming out his name, maybe even calling him 'Mr Rose', like it was some sort of symbol, phrase, calling of the power he possessed over me. I'd even begun to think about it too.

I'd been doing his make-up earlier that day, I'd tried so hard to inhale the smell of him. The same thoughts I was having, now invading my mind like some sort of lustful disease. He smelt so damn good, mouth-watering and intoxicating, like a mix of home-baked cookies and cigarettes. It was the most addictive thing my sense of smell had ever picked up on, blessing me with the aroma of Sir Axl Rose.

I unconsciously drew a deep breath in through my nose. My legs crossed as my own head began reeling with intrusive thoughts, just like the ones I'd had earlier tonight. I shut my eyes, sighing as I let the dirty scenes play behind my eyelids. Moans and whimpers echoed in my brain, thrumming in my ears like a rhythmic drum beat, slowly speeding up until the song reached its climax. It played like a highlight reel.

"Because I work for you, it's formal," I answered, straightening my neck and readjusting the slouched position my body had fallen into during my seconds away in fantasy.

"You of all people should know that shit doesn't matter to me." Axl chuckled, lighting a cigarette as he leaned against the make-up counter, his knuckles going pale-white as he gripped the edges of the wooden surface with his sweaty hands. I could see something beginning to surface inside his eyes as he looked at me, taking long drags of his cigarette.

I stood up timidly, keeping my eyes locked on Axl's as I began to walk towards him. Every step I took was cautious, wondering if he would turn away or break out of the burning gaze we were both trapped in.

It didn't take long before I had reached him, my hands delicately taking a hold of the front of his sweat-stained t-shirt. I let out a shaky breath as we continued to stare at each other. All I could smell was the smoke of the cigarette that hung out of the singer's mouth, oozing a grey river of toxicity. I missed the smell of him.

"What're you doing?" Axl mumbled, removing the white stick from his mouth before shoving it onto an ashtray clumsily. His hands shook slightly as they came back to his sides, not knowing whether or not to touch me just yet.

"I'm not entirely sure," I whispered, bringing my lips closer to his, so close I could feel his breath tickling over the chapped skin.  

"Then, um - are you sure you should be doing it?" Axl's voice lowered to match mine, his hands finally finding their way to my body and resting on my waist as the question rose up from his parched throat.

The question lingered in the air for a few moments and all that could be heard was our wavering breaths, uneven and rapid as our unspoken need for each other grew with each passing moment.

"Not at all." I sighed, pressing my body into Axl's, basking in the way his hands tightened their hold on me like he was restraining himself from taking me right then and there.

I decided I couldn't wait any longer and I smashed my lips against his. It was a fiery kiss, fueled by how long we had waited to make such an intimate connection. Axl's hands travelled from my waist and down to my ass, squeezing the muscle in his palms, shoving me further into him. I could feel his growing need against my leg, warm tingles spread through my body at the thought that he was getting hot and heavy for me, just like I was for him.

Axl’s lips travelled down from my lips to my neck, attaching themselves to the soft skin. I felt his teeth dig into me, pulling the skin into his mouth before licking it and letting it go. It was a constant movement of teeth and tongue against my neck as I moaned out for him, clasping his shirt tightly inside my fisted hands. My own nails had begun to dig into the palms of my hands, leaving crescent-shaped marks imprinted in the clammy skin.

When Axl brought his gaze back to mine his eyes were glazed, breathing laboured as he studied my eyes.

“I need to know you’re sure,” Axl spoke solemnly, his hand reaching up to caress my flushed cheeks. He slowly brushed my hair behind my ear, placing a light kiss against the curve of my jaw.

“I’m not sure what I’m doing, but I’m sure I want it.” I sighed as Axl connected his lips with mine again, sliding one of his hands to the front of my shorts and popping the button undone, quickly followed by unzipping the zipper. How could one man be so seductive?

His hand slipped past the elastic of my panties, slowly inching his way towards my core. His fingers dipped inside my folds, collecting the wetness I'd produced for him on his fingertips. I sighed at the contact, pressing my breasts into his chest, noticing the way his eyes focused on them for a few seconds before he turned to kiss me again.

This time he slid his tongue into my mouth, licking a line along the top row of my teeth, before massaging the pink muscle against my own. I felt him hum into the kiss as he moved his fingers up my slit until they rested on my swollen clit. He slowly began to massage the bundle of nerves, eliciting small gasps of pleasure from the confines of my lungs. The air around us was getting hotter by the second, waves of heat washing over both of us as we got lost in each other’s bodies. The room seemed hazy as Axl dragged his hand out of my pants, bringing his fingers to his mouth and cleaning up the mess I’d made.

Axl’s hands snaked their way around my waist, hoisting me up into his embrace as he walked us over to the couch. We both fell onto the old material with haste, wasting no time in scrambling to get to the opposite sex’s body. Our clothes were thrown across the room, long forgotten as our night continued on. The sweet smell of sex lingered around us, swallowing us whole as we dived for each other, lips making messy contact, teeth clashing harshly. Neither of us seemed to care, completely dismissing the pain as it came.

I swung my legs over Axl’s lap, straddling him. I groaned as he pressed his fingers into my hips, taking advantage of the new position and grinding his boxer-clad crotch into me. The feeling was euphoric, finally, some friction where I needed it most. My tits bounced along with the movements of Axl’s hips, creating some sort of rhythm for both of us. We probably looked like wild animals going at it, but the pleasure was too great to care, I just needed his body on mine and everything would be okay.

“Oh fuck,” Axl rasped, wrapping an arm around my waist and repositioning us, “goddamn.”

Axl swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, hydrating the swollen skin. I could basically feel the bruises on my lips already, slowly forming due to how rough our kisses had been. Axl’s hand were moving all over my body, caressing my thighs and hips. The calluses on his hands provided me with a rough texture to melt into, a feeling I’d never known but was happy to indulge myself in. His mouth was a killer, attaching itself to my perky nipples every so often, biting and swirling his tongue around the pink buds.

I slipped my hand past the waistband of Axl's boxers, teasingly brushing my fingertips against the hard tip of his cock. Axl’s jaw tightened at the unexpected feeling of pleasure, lips falling slightly apart. I ran my thumb over his leaking slit a couple of times before wrapping my fingers around the base of his member, beginning to stroke slowly. Quiet whimpers fell from his lips, rolling out of his mouth and into the space surrounding us, getting swallowed completely by the need pouring out of each of our pores. I rubbed Axl painfully slow, teasing him as much as I could before it got too much for us both.

Axl brought his lips up to meet my own hastily. I could taste his need as he kissed me, a silent beg for me to do something more, and I agreed without words, none were needed. My hands worked quickly at pulling Axl’s boxers down his thighs, eventually sliding them over his knees. I let out a small chuckle as Axl kicked the boxers of his feet, resting his hands on my hips with a small smirk.

I repositioned myself on top of Axl, getting into a comfortable position. I pressed my forehead against him, feeling how hot with anticipation he was getting. My hands slid their way to his shoulders as I began lowering myself onto him. A loud moan escaped my throat as I sunk down on his throbbing cock completely, clenching around him. Axl furrowed his eyebrows, a sharp intake of breath following soon after. My eyes fluttered shut as I tilted my head back at the feeling that I hadn’t experienced in so long, too long.

Axl began to move his hips upwards, testing the waters. I nodded at him as a signal that he could move as fast as he wanted, catching my bottom lip between my teeth as he picked up his pace significantly. My hips were surely going to be bruised tomorrow, as Axl was gripping them like they were his life support, guiding me as I bounced on top of him. I could feel my hands tightening around Axl’s shoulders, digging my nails into the pale flesh, hard enough to leave crescent marks for a few days after this encounter.

In the back of my mind, I hoped this wouldn’t simply be a one-time thing. I could feel myself slowly falling in love with this man as he fucked me. His hips rolling upwards to meet mine in a flurry of frenzied thrusts. I moved one of my hands up to Axl’s face, cupping his cheek in my hand as I stared down at him, uncontrolled moans leaving my lips. Axl looked up from where we were connected, his green eyes alone making me shiver in pleasure. His thrusts slowed down as we looked at each other, getting lost in the feelings of emotion-fueled sex - the best kind.

Axl’s hands shifted on my body as he moved to lay me down against the couch, staying inside me as we moved. My back rested on the cushions of the old couch as Axl slowly moved between my legs again, his hips bucking into me. My back arched slowly at the feeling of how deep he was inside me. I wrapped my arms around Axl’s neck, bringing his lips down to meet mine in a slow kiss. His hips rotated at a much slower pace than before, savouring every feeling that he was receiving and giving. My fingers tangled themselves in his hair, playing with the strawberry blonde strands. Axl’s thrusts were deep and hard, timed just right.

Axl’s eyes met mine again, passion exuding from the pale green orbs. I felt the air change once again, something sparking between both of us.

“Faster,” I whispered out, clutching Axl’s hair in my fists, “faster.”

Axl complied, immediately bucking his hips at twice the speed he was going beforehand, faster than when we had first started. My eyes rolled into the back of my head at the insane rush of dopamine that released inside my brain, making my body go into overdrive as it twitched in pleasure. Axl groaned out as he worked towards his orgasm, fingers dancing across my clit, doing his best to get me there as well.

I cried out as my orgasm approached me like a race car on the track, crashing against me almost painfully. I threw my head back, gasping in pleasure as Axl’s hips began stuttering, his fingers maintaining the same pace on my bundle of nerves. Axl shouted as he too reached his climax, giving one final thrust as he finished, letting out a shout of satisfaction. I stopped Axl’s movements on my clit, my body starting to writhe with overstimulation from the contact of his fingertips.

Axl dropped his head into the crook between my neck and shoulder as we both came down from our highs, panting like we’d just run a mile. Our bodies stuck together with sweat as Axl let himself soften inside of me. I smiled as Axl brought his face out from hiding, looking into my eyes with a breathy laugh.

“I don’t think I’ve - uh, ever - um, connected with someone like… that.” Axl spoke, amusement was clear as day in his eyes.

“What, with sex?” I chuckled, watching the way Axl rolled his eyes.

“No, no,” Axl smirked at me knowingly, “you know exactly what I meant. I know you felt that too.”

I nodded, tucking some of Axl’s hair behind his ear, “Yeah, I know what you mean. I like that feeling, it was so... strong and - uh, intense.”

“Me too,” Axl sighed, pressing a kiss against my forehead as he lay down next to me, “I think it’s called love, honey.”

“I think it is, Axl.”

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Friend it's really hard just to choose one for the drabble challenge xD (don't know if i'm still in time) Like some of them are totally vkaz lol like this one i can't stop giggling imagining this “Just don’t buy a goat. I don’t care what you do, just no goats.” 🤣🤣 But maybe 14 or 114 please (๑❛ω❛๑) 🧡

The goats one killed me too omg Here’s the first of two for you!! >:3 Full drabble unter the cut!

#14: “Take. It. Off” + Vkaz

For being on what isbasically an isolated metal island in the middle of nowhere, certainthings on Mother Base have a tendency to simply… disappear. Most ofit can be attributed to recruits of all ranks swiping minor stufflike cigarettes, food, or the occasional porn magazine when theirowners aren’t looking. It’s the reason why the door to the cold storehas been upgraded with state-of-the-art locks – the medical teamwas getting tired of treating Diamond Dogs suffering from frostbitedespite the mild temperatures.

Venom Snake’s problemis different, though. For the third time this month, he’s diggingthrough his closet in search for something to wear that’s not somesort of military uniform. God knows he spends enough time in camosanyways; his free days start the moment he puts on some sweats andwhatever tee he can find, and walks out of his room without carryinghis own weight in gear.

Which means not findingany is actively counteracting that. Snake might have problems withhis memory but he would remember running out of shirts – andeven the recruits with the stickiest fingers don’t have access to hisprivate quarters. Even his laundry bag proves empty upon inspection.Sighing deeply, Venom slips into the Diamond Dogs-branded shorts heuses for his morning jogs and goes to investigate.

One thing leads toanother and before long, he finds himself in front of Kaz’s office.It’s his last resort – Kaz signed off for a nap a while ago, andVenom knows better than to wake him for something so trivial – butthis situation is really annoying him and Kaz usually knows asolution to everything.

Thus, he knocks, once,then another time. No response. Weighing his options, Venom prepareshimself for the worst when he opens the door carefully, peekinginside to see his suspicion confirmed. A familiar pattern of saw-likesnores drown out Snake’s sneaking approach; there, nestled in a bunchof blankets, lies Kaz.

Venom mentally pauseshis mission for a moment, watching his partner sleep. Years togetherhave made Snake immune to the snoring – he can appreciate all themore how peaceful Kaz looks when he’s asleep, cute almost when he’shugging his blanket close like that–

Wait, that’s not…

In Kaz’s arms, there’swhat looks like a whole bundle of his shirts and– Is he wearing onetoo?

“Oh come on”,Venom groans, less concerned now with waking up Kaz given he’s thecause for all this. “Kaz. Hey, Kaz. Kaz.”

Kaz’s eyes flutter,opening a little before he grumbles something that sounds like “Goaway, V” and hides his face against his pillow.

“Not until you giveme back your hostages. C'mon, I need those, you know?”

Kaz lifts his head witha frown, sitting up a little. “Hostage…? What?”

Venom takes the chanceto steal his clothes back, plucking them from Kaz’s loose grip.

“Hey–!”

“Mine.” He placesthem out of reach before he turns back to Kaz, eyebrow raised andarms crossed. “That one, too.”

By now, Kaz is awakeenough to understand he’s been busted. He flushes, bright enough thatVenom can see it in the semi-darkness of the room. “I don’t knowwhat you’re talking about”, he mumbles defiantly, copying Snake’spose as best as he can. It looks slightly less intimidating given histouseled hair and the drowsy look on his face.

It’s effective in adifferent way, though. Snake finds himself first sitting down, thencrawling closer, nuzzling Kaz’s neck. “Kaz…” He peppers kissesup to his nose, nipping it gently. “Please take it off?”

Kaz remains stubborn,“No– Mmm”, his protest muffled by Venom’s lips. Venom smileswhen Kaz leans in, kissing him back almost aggressively until hemellows out, moaning softly when Snake’s hands wander under theshirt–

One tug – and it’shis, leaving behind one scowling Kaz. “Since when do you playdirty?”

“Oh, and that kickedpuppy look earlier? I’m not the only one.”

Rolling his eyes, Kazshuffles to the edge of the bed. “Fine.” Lower, he mumbles: “Theystopped smelling like you anyways.”

Venom huffs but doesn’tcomment, pretty sure he wasn’t meant to hear it. He looks down at theshirt in his hands. So that’s what this is about?

Quietly vowing to leaveKaz his scarf the next time he stops by, Snake kneels down to helpKaz into his prosthesis. He’s gently pushing up the empty leg of hispants when–

“Wait, are thesemine?”

“…”

“Kaz!”

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