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Kinktober!

May I request S and X for Yami Sukehiro please?

Of course 🥰! I hope you enjoy these I apologize the second one isn’t very good I’m terrible at describing things lol!

Taglist: @clovertitan @bowandcurtsey @talpup @eme-eleff

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI (please guys i’m begging y’all 😭!)

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Ooo I feel like Yami had quite a bit of stamina 👀. Like I feel like he could go 3-4 rounds if he was really in the mood (and if you were too ofc) but there are sometimes where he’s tired and only goes 1 round but I’ll admit those nights are a little more rare 🤔.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Hm 🤔. I would say Yami’s about 7 1/2-8” long and he’s probably a little wider than average and he probably has a slight curve at the end.

(I’m terrible at describing things I’m so sorry anwksjd)

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Summary:  “You want to send in a freshly presented Omega into the middle of an Omegan trafficking operation just to gather information? Are you fucking insane?! And how do you suppose we do this? Huh? Plant a tracking chip inside them and just hope to whatever God is out there that they’ll be fine!?” Levi was furious, how dare the Commander suggest such a low and inhumane thing. But Commander Erwin just picked up the phone and waited for the other line to pick up.

“Hello hello hello, Commander!” The voice on the other line could be heard even without the speaker on.

“Hello, Hange. I need you to create a small untraceable tracking chip.” 

Word Count: 2114

Chapters: 1/?

#attack on titan #eren x jean #human trafficking #eren yeager #Jean Krischtein #jean kirsteins mother #connie springer #sasha aot #levi aot #aot erwin #hange zoë #mikasa aot #armin arlert #ymir aot #historia #aot bertolt #reiner #more tags to be added as story continues #a/b/o au #a/b/o universe

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Summery: Jean Kirstein HATES musicals, he LOATHES them. So what happens when something falls from the sky in Shinganshina that turns his worse nightmares....  true?

Word Count: 18,326

Chapters: 10/10

TGWDLM by Team Starkid (if you wanna watch it):    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IrxKX44qBJ0&t=1438s

#attack on titan #connie springer #levi attack on titan #Marco Bott #Jean Krischtein #eren yeager #sasha aot #attack on titan erwin #niccolo #hange #hitch #marlowe #armin arlert #floch forster #reiner #snk bertolt #annie aot #marie aot #mike zacharias #nanaba #rico #petra ral #historia #ymir aot #the guy who didn't like musicals #crossover #levi sings #and smiles #this get weird #i suggest listening to the songs if you havent heard them before

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Just a reminder that you're super lovely and awesome ♥

Thank you, love ❤️❤️❤️ you're also lovely and awesomely awesome ☺️

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Hello everyone!!! Tomorrow is Halloween and the due date for my 100 follower event! Event closes at 11:59 tomorrow night! I will look over everything either November 1st or the 2md n get a master list up one of those days! And no worries about time zones! It will be whenever 11:59pm or I think 24:59(?)pm idk of that's a real time or not lol for wherever you live so you have the same amount of time as everyone else to get in your piece! Thank you to anyone m everyone who wanted to take part whether it no one or many of you! Again thank you for the follows!

Hello lovelies!!!

So, I have reached 100 followers! I know it doesn't seem like a huge accomplishment, but it is to me. So! I got a thing in mind to celebrate! Anyone and everyone can do this and I'll create a master list at the end of the "event" celebration!

Theme: 80's Horror!

Deadline: October 31st (Halloween)

It can be a fanfiction or art piece or anything you wish!

Any fandom you choose!

Any character/s you choose!

Can be rated however you choose!

You have the freedom to do what you choose as long as it fits the theme and is in by the deadline!

Please rate your piece appropriately!

When finished, please tag me and use the hashtags #100followercelebration #80shorror and whatever else you feel the need to use!

If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask!

Thank you again for the follows!!!

-Mikki

#just a reminder #anyone and everyone is welcome #80s horror #time to get spoopy

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Hello everyone!!! I have created a discord server for fanfic writers and readers! It's called *drumroll* The Fanfic Corner! If anyone is interested in joining, please messege me about your interest including your discord username and # number!! This is going to be a fun, safe place for everyone to talk about everything fanfic related!!

-BBP96

#reblogged again #lol

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Hello everyone!!! I have created a discord server for fanfic writers and readers! It's called *drumroll* The Fanfic Corner! If anyone is interested in joining, please messege me about your interest including your discord username and # number!! This is going to be a fun, safe place for everyone to talk about everything fanfic related!!

-BBP96

#reblogged

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It is about time we added Car Decals to our store! 🚀

After many requests, we are pleased to release our collection of waterproof, UV protective laminate vinyl Peeker Stickers!

We have Peekers from My Hero Academia, Dragon Ball Z, Noragami, and more! Check them out here 👇

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Hello everyone!!! I have created a discord server for fanfic writers and readers! It's called *drumroll* The Fanfic Corner! If anyone is interested in joining, please messege me about your interest including your discord username and # number!! This is going to be a fun, safe place for everyone to talk about everything fanfic related!!

-BBP96

#discord group #fanfic #lets have fun #fun for everyone #plz reblog

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Just a reminder that pieces for this celebration is due at the end of the month! Let's get spoopy!!!

Hello lovelies!!!

So, I have reached 100 followers! I know it doesn't seem like a huge accomplishment, but it is to me. So! I got a thing in mind to celebrate! Anyone and everyone can do this and I'll create a master list at the end of the "event" celebration!

Theme: 80's Horror!

Deadline: October 31st (Halloween)

It can be a fanfiction or art piece or anything you wish!

Any fandom you choose!

Any character/s you choose!

Can be rated however you choose!

You have the freedom to do what you choose as long as it fits the theme and is in by the deadline!

Please rate your piece appropriately!

When finished, please tag me and use the hashtags #100followercelebration #80shorror and whatever else you feel the need to use!

If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask!

Thank you again for the follows!!!

-Mikki

#reblog #halloween #spoopy vibes #time to get spoopy #samhaim #celebration #80s horror

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Naruto DILF/MILF week: two-week countdown!

Two weeks to go until the event begins! We’re very excited about the attention this has received so far and look forward to moving forward with the event. This is going to be so much fun an a broad event that welcomes anyone 18 years and older to partake. 

October 9-17, 2021

#ndw2021 [18+]

Mod: @kendochick-moor​

Artwork courtesy of : @auberghynart​

For any questions, please check out our FAQ, reach out here on Tumblr or e-mail the mod team at [email protected].

Tagging: @narutoevents ​ @faneventshub ​ @fandomweeks​ @fandomevents ​ @naruto-smut-monday

#2 more weeks #ndw #nmw #ndw2021

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Naruto DILF/MILF week: the countdown begins!

Time has flown by since we first announced the Naruto DILF & MILF event and now it’s just three weeks away! Scrape the burnt grease off the grill and break out the coals - we’re welcoming all your beloved characters to enjoy a week of fun at this barbecue. The invitation is wide and broad, meaning that we’re not picky about who or what can be part of the contributions. However, we do want to be clear that this is an event for people 18 years or older.

For more information on who and what we’re looking for please read our description [linked here].

Please see our prompts by clicking [here]

The event will be held October 9-17, 2021.

#ndw2021 [18+] Mod: @kendochick-moor​ Artwork courtesy of : @auberghynart​

For any questions, please check out our FAQ, reach out here on Tumblr or e-mail the mod team at [email protected].

Tagging: @narutoevents​ @faneventshub​ @fandomweeks​ @fandomevents​ @naruto-smut-monday

#ndw2021 #countdown

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Home Again Chapter 2

warnings: Same as the first chapter (reccommend reading chapter one first)

~10 Years Ago~

When Jean awoke, it was dark, wet, cold. The smell reminded him of that time he left a cheesesteak sub in his mother's fridge, stuffed all the way in the back and forgot about it, it smelled of rot, decay and death. The air was thick and he choked on it. When he tried to move, he couldn't, his hands behind his back and stuck to whatever wall was in the room, the feeling of mold and miss sticking to his hands had his stomach churning with disgust.

"Ah, looks like the runt is awake." A deep, raspy voice sounded, echoing off the walls and sounding much louder than what it probably was. Jean turned to the sound to see a doorway lit by a candle. Above the flame was a long, thin, stubble coated chin, a mouth of thin lips curled into a wicked smile showing off dark yellow and brown stained, crooked teeth, a short pug like nose and then eyes that seemed to burn a bright blue in the low light. The man was tall, lanky, but underneath the tight green shirt showed off toned muscle. "How you feeling princess?" 

Jean just looked at the man, "What's going on? Where am I?" He asked just above a whisper.

"Ah, straight to the point I see, well, ya see princess-" 

"Don't call me that." Jean hissed as a boney, calloused hand smacked him across the face.

"Don't back sass me boy!" The man's deep voice bellowed, causing the volume in the small space to vibrate the moist walls. "I will call you whatever the fuck I feel like!" The man pulled Jean up and pushed him against the wall, bending down a significant amount to get right into his face. Jean's nose scrunched as the smell of tobacco and whiskey invaded his nostrils. "You belong to the Nevidljiv now, you have no right to speak to anyone without permission. You will learn place, princess, and I will making fucking sure of it." The man sneered in his face. Jean's eyes widened and his body started to shake. What the fuck was happening? What is the Nevidlijiv? What's going to happen to me? All these questions ripped through Jean's mind as he was dropped to the floor, landing with a painful thud against the hard floor beneath him. "The quicker you learn, the less painful it'll be for you. So I suggest you do what your told the first time." The man looked at the young teen on the floor and smiled wickedly, "We start lessons in an hour." With that, the man and the source of light was gone. Jean was left alone in the cold, damp, dark space with just his thoughts.

~1 Hour Later~

Jean was suddenly dragged out from wherever he was, the sloshing of something thick and liquidy seeping into his work out sketchers. Jean let himself be taken, the words of the disgusting man from earlier still ringing in his ears, 'The quicker you learn, the less painful it'll be for you.' Jean was then led up a set of stairs, the air becoming less thick smelled more like tobacco and cinnamon scented candles. A door was swing open and Jean had to close his eyes before the blinding light that smacked in his face. "This the new kid?" Another man asked and Jean opened his eyes, only to stare into a pair of eyes, one white like cream and another eye that was like an olive green, staring back at him filled with an emotion that screamed hatred.

"Yes, sir. This one was found walking in the park only a few hours ago. Lappell found him." The man dragging him spoke, the man from earlier.

"Well, Lappell did a good job this time. Finally, a bitch that should make a decent penny if he is trained correctly. Thank you Marcus, you may leave the boy and do whatever." The man, Marcus, pushed Jean into the big, bright room and closed the door behind him. Jean stared at his surroundings, the white walls and high ceiling seemed to stretch on for forever, the only things that he could see that weren't white were the dark brown, leather couches and a baby blue door on the opposite side of the room. "Get a shower kid, then come back out. Do not make me wait longer then five minutes." The short, chubby man walked towards one of the couches and turned to look at Jean, who was standing frozen in place. "Don't make repeat myself boy!" The man yelled and Jean turned to the blue door, which he assumed was the bathroom and made a mad dash towards it, opening it and stumbling pass the threshold.

He was right, this was the bathroom, but the site of it made him want to vomit, it was dirty, spelled of shit, vomit and copper. Yellow stains covered the walls that he only assumed used to be a pristine white at one point. He quickly undressed and turned the shower on, he stepped in and let the burst of cold water drench him. He scrubbed off the dirt and sweat and everything else that seemed to cover his body in the amount of time from the morning he woke up to now. What day was it? The man, Marcus said a few hours, but was it longer? 

Jean got out of the shower only to find that his clothes were missing and he had no towel. Panic set itself within his body and he bagan to shake. Suddenly the door was ripped open, almost off it's hinges, and the shirt chubby man stood before him. Jean made aove to cover himself, but the man grabbed him arm and drug him towards the center of the two couches that now seated more men, all in dark business suits and perfectly styled hair, puffing cigars. "Men! Meet the newbie." The stubby man spoke…. Happily? 

"My, my, my. This one is a beauty! You really out done yourself this time Reggie." A pale man with peircing hazel eyes and cherry red hair spoke, lips curling into a smirk as he looked over Jean's naked form. Jean moved to cover himself again, but the red head snatched his hands. "Don't you dare cover yourself, boy. We quite like the view." Jean stared to shake again, he was not liking where the conversation suggested, he just wanted to bolt through the door Marcus brought him through, but he had no light, no clothes, no shoes, he didn't know where the hell he was or how he even got here. He was stuck and he was alone. 

"Spin around for us." Reggie spoke from his seat on the couch next to the red head. When Jean didn't move, a hand hit his face, the force giving Jean whiplash. "Spin around!" Jean nodded shakily, the faint taste of blood hitting his tounge as he slowly turned in a circle, hands balled at his sides as he concentrated on not covering up his dignity. "Good boy." Reggie purred like he was talking to a dog who just learned how to obey a simple command. "Who would like to break in the new toy first?"

~Present Day~

"Where the hell did you find him?!" Marco cried as he rushed to a sleeping Jean, holding a cold, pale, thin hand in his own warm, freckled, tan ones as a tear slowly slipped down a cheek.

"We went looking for a new maid, as you know since… Mrs. Kirstein passed, we haven't been able to find one quite as good as her. So we scouted for one at an auction." The young men were silent, all knowing how much everyone on this side of the state hated under ground auctions that sold off people for there own benefit. But Marco, knowing his father was desperate for a friend like Mrs. Kirstein, understood why he would've went so low. "We made it for the last fifteen minutes or so for the pleasure portion of the auction. None of us bothered to look and see who was being sold off, we didn't have the hearts, until the last person came out and the bids were flying out left and right, huge numbers, more then any other I've heard for being sold. I got curious and turned to see the one face I never thought I'd see again. Jean." 

Marco looked at the sleeping man and gently brushed some hair out of his face, his eyes roaming the expansive canvas of his body, bruises varying in color from blue, purple, yellow and green, all in various states of healing. The scars and freshly stitched wounds done by Dr. Yeager himself. His once almost smooth perfect body had been beaten on, dirtied, and touched by unknown men and possible women, he was put into pain and suffering for probably ten years. A while decade Marco wondered what had happened to Jean, and now he wasn't liking the reality of it. "Who had him?" He whispered as his fingers traced old wounds on jeans right arm.

"He was being sold throught a human trafficking organization known as The Nevidlijiv, it's Creation for Invisible. Meaning this organization it's soon secret, no one knows about it unless you know someone, someone powerful. It started back in the late 1800s by a group of men who wanted nothing more then to steal and use others weaker then themselves to.. keep them company, if you get my drift." Dr. Yeager informed and the rest of the young adults listen intently. "After a few years of kidnapping young men and women, they decided they wanted to make a pretty penny, so they started selling them. Always moving to different locations or even different countries to keep themselves off the grid. It's cash only, if it's traceable, it's not allowed. No phones or may other electronics are allowed in the places the auctions are held. Hence, invisible." Dr. Yeager looked at Jean's unconscious body and sighed, "And I'm afraid Jean here, was the top prize for those disgusting pigs. Sure, being the best means too care, but that doesn't exclude from anything else, he was probably treated worse because of being the top one to want." 

Marco could feel the tears cascading down his freckles cheeks, as held onto Jean's hand tighter. "Fuck! If I would've known something like this could've happened, I would've-" Eren suddenly spoke up, his voice cracking as he willed himself not to break down. Sure, he was an asshole to Jean, a major dick bucket, but he realized after Jean had vanished it was because he himself, was trying to hide the fact that he also liked the same sex. When Jean never showed up for school again, he felt this odd pang of hurt inside his chest and realized then, he really liked Jean.

"Eren, it's okay, none of us could've guessed this would've happened." Armin then spoke, putting a comforting hand on his boyfriend's shoulder and brought him in for a hug.

"Do you know what else happened to him?" Marco asked, as he looked towards his father with tear filled eyes.

"I was given this. A list of prior "owners" and all the medical records he had in the last ten years." He held out a decently sized folder, filled with papers. Marco took the black folder and began looking through it, heavy in his hands, he wanted to be sick.  Every single medical record was signed with a different name for major things like surgery or anything that required severe medical attention. Others where I put signed by people who had bought Jean at auctions and some just had awful names written down: Bitch, Whore, Slut… just to make a few. As Marco got further the papers the words began to blur into a mess of scribbles. He closed the folder and tossed to across the room, laying his head on the couch next to Jean, Marco let out a loud sob, breaking everyone hearts as they saw the heir to the Bott mafia and business weep his heart out for the boy he lost and then found again.

Jean suddenly let out an ear piercing scream, shaking and clawing at his own skin. Marco fell away as he wanted the man he loved for years convulse like mad man and scream like he was in pain. Dr. Yeager and Mr. Ackerman held him down, "Get the sedative!" Dr. Yeager yelled at no one in particular. Mikasa grabbed the syringe from her adoptive father's bag and handed it to him. After Jean was injected, Jean fell limp against the couch once more.

#Jean Krischtein #marco bott #attack on titan #levi attack on titan #jean x marco #abuse #eventual smut #chapter 2 #marcos dad #erens dad #armin #reiner #bert #mikasa

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Home Again Chapter 1

Jean x Marco

Summary: Jeana and Marco have been friends since the tender ages of 5 and 7. They grow together and fall in love.... then Jean disappears.

Warnings: This story will contains mentions of past rape and abuse. The violence parts will probably be descriptive, but the rape will not be. There will be eventual smut further along into the story. 

~20 Years Ago~

"Jean, honey, this is mommy's new boss, Mr. Bott. He is the man who is going to help us, so I need you to be on your best behavior, okay?" The small five year old with ash blonde hair, dark brown undercut and honey golden eyes nodded his head as he stared at the tall dark haired man with dark chocolate eyes.

"Nice to meet you Master Jean." The man smiled down at the boy with a warm smile. "This is my son, Marco, he just turned seven a few months ago. Heard you enjoy dinosaurs and superheroes?" Jean nodded as he stared at the boy just two years older than himself with wide eyes, mapping out all the freckles along his tanned skin, milk chocolate eyes staring back into his own with a smile that could make the grumpiest of men relax. "Marco has a boatload of dinosaur and superhero toys, Marco, why don't you show Jean your room?" Marco smiled, grabbing Jean's hand and dragging him up the giant spiral staircase to the second floor.

Once inside the room, Jean's jaw dropped, the size of Marco's bedroom was bigger than his whole house combined. The ceiling was high with detailed trim along the edges, painted in a dark brown and a pale maroon shade of red. The bed was bigger than what any seven year old should have, a giant flat screen tv was mounted onto the wall across from the bed and games, movies and toys filled the rest of the room. "Do you want to play a video game? I have Spyro the dragon, Crash Bandicoot, Mario Kart?" The freckles kid asked, naming off games while setting up one of the many gaming consoles he owned.

"I… ummm.." Jean stood there nervously, rocking on his feet while twiddling his tiny thumbs. "I've never played a video game before." He looked up to see Marco smiling at him.

"That's okay! I'll teach you! We can start with Mario Kart, it's a multiplayer game, so I'll be able to teach you!" He smiled proudly as if he just won first place at the spelling bee.

"Oh, okay! Thank you!" Jean grabbed the controller Marco handed out to him with shaky hands. The two sat down on the squishy blue and purple bean bag chairs and started a game, Marco showing him how to pick his character, how to move and control the kart and how to throw the special abilities gained when hitting the boxes with the question marks.

"So, Jean, what's your favorite color?"

"Purple." Jean spoke as he tried to concentrate on what he was doing on the screen, still having a bit of trouble with the turns.

"Cool! Mines red!" Marco spoke as he gestures to the room around them. 

"Favorite food?" Jean asked, stealing a glance at the older kid next to him, he couldn't help but smile, Marco's smile was infectious.

"Spaghetti! Well, all kinds of pasta! Penne, ravioli, ricotta-"

"I thought ricotta was a cheese?" Jean questioned, he wasn't actually sure himself, he just knew that cheese was a luxury in his home, never having enough money most of the time for really fancy things like cheeses.

"Oh, yeah! It is!" Marco giggled, "I just really like ricotta cheese." Jean giggled too, this kid was alright. "You're my new best friend, Jean."

~8 Years Later~

"Will you just shut up, Yeager?" A thirteen year old Jean Kirstein, as calmly as he could, spoke with his fist balled up at his sides as he walked out of the middle school building.

"Come on, Kirstein, didn't your poor piss excuse for a mother teach you it isn't nice to tell people to shut up?" Eren, the school bully, asshole and dick, in Jean's opinion, insulted. That's when Jean's resolve faded into nothing and landed a swift punch to the tanned, unblemished skin, a crunch was heard throughout the whole parking lot. Eren fell to the ground but quickly regained his strength and landed a kick to Jean's guy. The wind was knocked from Jean's lungs, but his anger was dominant. He lunged for the bastard who insulted his mother, the only parent he ever knew who worked her ass off to make sure he survived, to give the douche-nozzle a good pounding, but warm, strong arms held him back before hos fist could collide with it's intended target.

"Jean." A warm voice whispered in his ear, Marco. He relaxed in the freckles arms but he was still livid. "Let's go." Then, he was dragged off to the black Chevy Impala.

"Is that your boyfriend Horse Face? Man, I knew you were fruity but seriously? You could do better!" Jean almost got out Marco's grip, but the taller, older teen had his grip firm and all but threw the teen into the back seat.

"Jean-" 

"No, don't start Marco! He taunted me about how I have to live my life, insulted my mother, then insulted you! He deserved to get his lights punched out!" Jean yelled, unshed tears forming in the corners of his Carmel eyes, threatening to spill any second. Marco just simply drew the younger into his arms and the driver drove towards Bott Manor. "He… he doesn't have to be so mean! I never did anything to him!" 

When they finally pulled into the Manor, Marco led Jean to his room, the same room they first became friends in eight years ago. The stuffed animals and small toys are now replaced with books, CDs and even more games and movies. Marco sat them down on the bed and neither spoke for a few minutes. "He was right, ya know." Marco finally spoke and Jean looked at him like he had four heads. "You could do better than me, if we were together."

"Marco Bott, you stop right there! No one could ever replace you! You are literally the best person alive! If I had the balls to kiss you I would!" Jean and Marco's eyes widened and Jean turned into a blushing, flustered mess. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I.. I don't know why I said tha-", but Jean couldn't finish, Marco's lips pressed firmly against his in a gentle yet passionate kiss that spoke thousands of words and so many feelings. 

"I love you Jean." Marco whispered as they pulled apart, foreheads still touching as both tried to regain their breath and slow their hearts. Jean cupped Marco's face in his hands and kissed him again.

"I love you too, Marco."

~2 Years Later~

Jean Kirstein, fifteen year old freshman at Trost High, walked through the park on his way home after work. He hates his job, hates working behind the counter at the local Taco Bell, hates that Eren works there too in the kitchen as a prep cook, hates dealing with annoying ass customers with snarky attitudes complaining that their crunch wrap supreme doesn't have enough sour cream. Well sorry, Karen, I don't make the fucking food nor do I determine how much sour cream goes on it. Today was a particularly bad day, Eren called off claiming he was sick when Jean really knew he was out with his "boyfriend" leaving him to prepare food and take orders. Then someone took a dump on the men's bathroom floor, didn't even try to aim for the fucking toilet! Just took a shot right there in the middle of the goddamn floor which he had to clean up himself while his manager bitched about him not doing his job at the counter. All Jean wanted to do was go home, talk to his boyfriend for a little before he eventually went to bed and got up early the next day for school.

It was a simple request that he wished for while the clock ticked by slowly. Jean was so into his own head, he never heard the footsteps coming up behind him until it was too late. A wet cloth covered his nose and mouth, his eyes widened for a second before the world faded to black.

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"We have to find him!" Marco shouted at his father who was looking at him with a solemn expression. Marco paced back and forth in front of his father's desk, hands taking through his u kept hair. He has barely slept a wink since Jean vanished three days ago, his mind wondering about all the worst scenarios it could think of.

"We are trying, son, but we have no evidence of anything taking place. No struggle, no personal belongings, nothing to suggest anything has even happened."

"But Jean couldn't have just vanished into thin air! He wouldn't run away either! He loved his mom too much to just up and leave her and me…" Marco trailed off, thinking about his and Jean's time together over the last two years. Picnic and arcade dates, eating pizza and hot wings while they binge watched their favorite tv series at that moment, the soft and gentle kisses they shared between one another before they parted ways, always promising to text each other once they got home, letting the other one know they got there safe. That's the single most reason why Marco knew something was wrong. Neither of them forgot to send the 'im home safe and sound' text. Not once, in the ten years that they've known each other, did they miss sending that text. Even as children and Marco's father gave Mrs. Kirstein a cell phone as a gift to keep in contact, did they miss THAT text.

"Son, we are doing everything we can to find Jean. But we also need to think rationally, Jean might not ever be found." Marco froze at those words, Jean may be lost forever? He may never see those honey eyes, beautiful smile, perfect sketches and vibrant paintings painted by those slender pale hands and fingers? May never run his hands through those soft locks of ash and brown ever again? That's when Marco broke, he screamed and fell to the floor in a fetal position on the floor. His father looked at him with hurt in his own dark chocolate eyes, for him, his son and Jean's mother who was currently out looking for her only child as they speak. Don Bott rose from his leather chair and walked around the desk, kneeling in front of his son. He put his hand on his back and whispered a pained, "I'm sorry, Marco."

~10 Years Later (Present Day)~

Here he was, once again, at an underground auction. Mr. Bott hated these things, but he had no other choice, ever since Mrs. Kirstein passed away three years ago from a drunk driving accident, he hasn't been able to find someone who cleaned as well as she had. Every person he hired had an attitude or just didn't speak at all, always forgetting to dust the book shelves or take out the trash. So he relented and took up on Mr. Ackerman's suggestion to go to an auction. Getting there early to get a good seat, Mr. Bott, along with Mr. Ackerman, Mr. Braun and Mr. Hoover, the Dons of their respected parts of New York City, all sat down to converse while the auction for the…. Pleasure portion of the auction slowly came to a close. Mr. Bott cringed as the scum of New York bid money on these poor people just for the gratification of getting their dick in a hole.

"And now for our last and best prize of the night!" The auctioneer spoke as the Dons sighed in relief, none of them liked the idea of people being sold for pleasure as they themselves, tried for years to get it under control but never succeeding. "This one has been in the business for ten years, used and a bit rough looking, but this little beauty will be the best fuck you ever had. Clean and pliant, not a bad body either if I do say so myself. Number 54!" The announcer spoke as someone roughly shoved a young man out into the center of the room. The numbers flying from the crowd started pouring in left and right and it got the Dons wondering whom this "prize" was. "Three-thousand!" "Ten-thousand!" "Twenty Five-thousand!"

"Two hundred-thousand!" The crowd went quiet after hearing the deep booming voice coming from the front row.

"Two hundred-thousand! Going once! Going twice! Sold! To Do Bott!" The young man was then hauled out of the room to be prepped for leaving the facility.

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"Dad! I'm home! Reiner, Bert, Mikasa, Eren and Armin are here too!" Marco called from the doorway as he and the others walked into the Manor. "Dad?!"

"In the living room son!" He heard his father call and the group walked towards the sound.

"What's up? We heard your voicemail and hauled ass here. What happened?" Marco asked as soon as he saw his father, eyes brimmed with tears and a small smile. The others in the room, specifically Dr. Yeager, looked at them, small sad but slightly happy smiles on their faces. "What's going on here?" The group looked at each other, confused and concern plastered on their faces. Once Mr. Bott moved to the side and gestured to the couch, it was then that the group realized what was happening. On the couch asleep, lay a thin pale man, dark circles under his eyes, bruises and scars and even some fresh wounds, now neatly stitched up thanks to Dr. Yeager, littering his almost naked form. Marco stared at the man laying on the pale green couch and tears flooded down his cheeks. "Jean?"

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[babybottlepop96]

Hello lovelies!!!

So, I have reached 100 followers! I know it doesn't seem like a huge accomplishment, but it is to me. So! I got a thing in mind to celebrate! Anyone and everyone can do this and I'll create a master list at the end of the "event" celebration!

Theme: 80's Horror!

Deadline: October 31st (Halloween)

It can be a fanfiction or art piece or anything you wish!

Any fandom you choose!

Any character/s you choose!

Can be rated however you choose!

You have the freedom to do what you choose as long as it fits the theme and is in by the deadline!

Please rate your piece appropriately!

When finished, please tag me and use the hashtags #100followercelebration #80shorror and whatever else you feel the need to use!

If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask!

Thank you again for the follows!!!

-Mikki

#just another reblog #just a reminder #anyone and everyone is welcome #80s horror #time to get spoopy

[babybottlepop96]

Hello lovelies!!!

So, I have reached 100 followers! I know it doesn't seem like a huge accomplishment, but it is to me. So! I got a thing in mind to celebrate! Anyone and everyone can do this and I'll create a master list at the end of the "event" celebration!

Theme: 80's Horror!

Deadline: October 31st (Halloween)

It can be a fanfiction or art piece or anything you wish!

Any fandom you choose!

Any character/s you choose!

Can be rated however you choose!

You have the freedom to do what you choose as long as it fits the theme and is in by the deadline!

Please rate your piece appropriately!

When finished, please tag me and use the hashtags #100followercelebration #80shorror and whatever else you feel the need to use!

If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask!

Thank you again for the follows!!!

-Mikki

[babybottlepop96]

Hello lovelies!!!

So, I have reached 100 followers! I know it doesn't seem like a huge accomplishment, but it is to me. So! I got a thing in mind to celebrate! Anyone and everyone can do this and I'll create a master list at the end of the "event" celebration!

Theme: 80's Horror!

Deadline: October 31st (Halloween)

It can be a fanfiction or art piece or anything you wish!

Any fandom you choose!

Any character/s you choose!

Can be rated however you choose!

You have the freedom to do what you choose as long as it fits the theme and is in by the deadline!

Please rate your piece appropriately!

When finished, please tag me and use the hashtags #100followercelebration #80shorror and whatever else you feel the need to use!

If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask!

Thank you again for the follows!!!

-Mikki

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