#i really don't have any upper body strength to speak of

[calltainn]

Could a depressed person with no upper body strength do this?

(Yes!)

#practicing for my future career as a cat burglar #i've wanted to try climbing gym ropes since primary school #we were never allowed (and tbh i wonder how they were even allowed in schools they seemed like a tragedy waiting to happen) #i really don't have any upper body strength to speak of #just a lot of determination a past life as a monkey and on this day a desperate need for some good brain chemicals #the video is mostly me climbing down but that's when i'm smiling so #i saved this to my drafts last night and decided to actually post it just now after seeing blumineck's video #i guess that's what climbing a rope looks like when you have upper body strength 😳

[neouture]

When you use your safeword

Pairings: Mark x Reader, Jeno x Reader, Haechan x Reader, Jaemin x Reader Words: 3,805 Genre: Smut (18+) Format: Scenarios Warnings: (In general) fem!reader, use of safeword, discussion of safeword, dirty talk, use of petnames (baby, darling, pretty, princess). (Mark's scenario) mentions of stress, penetrative sex, overstimulation, somewhat dom drop. (Jeno's scenario) deepthroating/face fucking, slightly mean!jeno, teasing. (Haechan's scenario) use of toys, edging, orgasm denial/interruption. (Jaemin's scenario) oral sex, fingering, overstimulation.

⸺ Mark

“One more,” he groans, using both your wrists crossed right behind your back as leverage and pressing down your face and upper body even further against the mattress. “I know you can give me one more”. 

You’re sure your knees will give up on you any minute now. 

“I can’t,” you cry out, but the sound is quickly muffled by the pillows. “I can’t- shit, Mark, I can’t”. 

“Didn’t you say I could take all my stress out on you?” His words are harsh, but they don't sting enough for you to quit. Or at least not yet. “You wanted this, so I’m giving it to you”. 

It's useless to try and regain your strength, so you come to terms with having your face buried in his pillows. It's getting hard to breathe, but you don't care —all you want is to stick up to your word, to let him relieve all his frustrations on you.

“S-shit,” you cry out loud, squirming underneath him as much as his grip allows you to.

You really don’t want him to stop —it hurts just as much as it feels good but, at the same time, you are aware you’re pushing your limits.

“Come,” Mark groans, slapping your ass with his available hand. The stinging feeling is enough to make your whole body jolt forward, but the way he is holding you in place prevents your body from running away from him. “Be good and squeeze my cock right”. 

Your body feels numb. You're not even sure if your orgasm is approaching or not because this feels unusual. It's an overwhelming sensation that you're not quite sure how to describe, but it's nothing you're familiar with.

Your heart feels heavy, and your chest is pounding with guilt. You really can't do it, despite how much Mark is asking you to. You tried to be good, to let him use you until he is satisfied, but you can't keep up with his rhythm.

It became too much in so little time, and you feel somewhat guilty for not being able to reciprocate.

“Mark,” you gasp for air, feeling your consciousness drifting away as you try to speak loud and clear for him to hear your safe word, “red”. 

He stops right in his tracks. Almost too harshly. 

He immediately lets go of the grip on your wrists, and the sigh of relief you let out makes him feel awful. Just like it does seeing your tinted cheeks stained with tears, and your swollen lips which you spent biting down the last couple of minutes to prevent you from sobbing. 

“Fuck, baby,” it’s almost comical how quickly he moves around the bed —too fast for your hazy mind to comprehend it. “Shit, I’m so- I’m so sorry, I’m sorry”. 

You don’t need any apology whatsoever. You tried to drag it out as much as you could, and when it became a lot you decided to use your safe word. As simple as that.

He isn't one to blame, nor you. 

“It’s okay, Mark,” you whisper, pushing your hair away from your face while the back of your hand tries to dry out the tears and drool on your chin. 

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath again, followed by a choked and frustrated deep exhale. “I didn’t- shit, I should’ve stopped”.

“You did,” it’s almost useless to try and talk some sense into your boyfriend as of right now, since he’s walking around your bedroom trying to pick up stuff you might need —a dampened towel, a blanket and a bottle of water. “I said the safe word and you stopped”. 

“No,” he shakes his head, dragging the dampened towel slowly through your inner thighs. You can see regret washing down on his face while he gulps loudly. “I should’ve stopped- I was being too rough, I just- I’m so fucking sorry, I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have pushed you to your limits, I should’ve-”. 

“Mark,” you cut him off short, wrapping your hand around his arm while he finishes cleaning you up. “I’m sorry I couldn’t take everything you were giving me”. 

Mark's knitted eyebrows and the sadness creeping into his eyes feel like a painful sting into your heart. 

“Don’t say that,” he coos, caressing your head and face while planting a kiss on your forehead. “Please don’t say that ever again, baby”. 

“I just wanted to make you feel good,” you murmur with hitched breath, feeling a bit emotionally overwhelmed by the past session. “I’m sorry for not being able to keep going”. 

“Don’t,” Mark whispers, holding you into his embrace while still peppering warm kisses to your forehead. “Please don’t apologize for that, I don’t ever want you to push your limits like that for me ever again”. You hide your face into his chest and just nod, feeling comforted by the warmth his skin provides. “Okay?”

“Yeah,” you murmur against his flesh.

It takes him a while to regain composure, and he does so by cuddling you tightly against him. His fingertips run the middle of your back over and over again, murmuring sweet nothings while he makes sure to keep his undivided attention on you rather than the guilt he's feeling.

“Thank you for using your safe word,” he whispers into your ear, leaving small pecks everywhere his lips approach. “And I’m sorry for- I just, got too carried away, didn’t realize I was hurting you”. 

You hum weakly, just mere seconds away from falling asleep between his arms.

“I wanted you to,” it’s all you manage to say. “I wanted- you to take out all your stress on me”. 

“Not like this, baby,” he tells you. “Not by hurting you”.

 You don't realize how much time you two spend in silence, just cuddling each other. But right before your eyes finally close shut, you can pick on Mark's quiet voice whispering endless praises to you.

“You did so good for me, baby,” he leaves another kiss on your forehead while his hand caresses the side of your face and body. “I love you so, so, so fucking much”.

⸺ Jeno

“It’s this really all you can take?” The mocking tone in his voice makes you clench around thin air, but he is not that far from the truth. 

Jeno knows you. He knows your limits fairly well, knows how much you can take and when you need to stop. Tonight, he is just teasing you —well deserved, after you spent the whole night teasing him just as much.

“You were talking so much shit earlier today,” he scoffs, slamming his hips against your mouth. “I’m happy to know your mouth is useful for so much more”. 

It's no surprise you're currently like this —on your knees, with your hands behind your back and your mouth open for him to fuck it. You knew this is exactly what you wanted the minute you started teasing him, but you didn't calculate how riled up Jeno could get by it.

And oh, how riled up he got.

“Didn’t you say my cock wasn’t enough?” he asks you, groaning through gritted teeth. “You can’t even take it without making a whole fucking mess of yourself”.

You moan against his length, occasionally gagging when the tip of it hits the deepest spots in your throat. Tonight, Jeno is not showing any mercy on you —not that he usually does, but that is something you both enjoy.

However, it all becomes overwhelming when he gets too carried away. You can’t recall when was the last time he stopped to let you breathe, but it feels like forever ago. You’re managing to breathe through your nose, but that is nowhere near enough. 

“Take me all,” he hisses, finishing every word with a hard thrust of his hips. “Make me come inside that dirty mouth of yours”.

That’s all you want, really. 

But it's getting impossible when the lack of oxygen is making you feel dizzy. Plus, your mouth feels sore and the tears spilling from your eyes along with the good amount of drool falling from your lips and onto your chin is making the task rather difficult. 

You want to please Jeno, you really do. But you also need a break.

So you interrupt the position he put you on, and your hands reach out to the side of his thighs. In the midst of the roughness, you dig your nails onto his soft flesh and he is quick to pull himself out of you with ease, also freeing your hair from his harsh grip. 

“Red,” you cough, gasping for air almost immediately. And although it’s barely audible, you don’t need to repeat it twice before Jeno is already dropping to his knees right in front of you. 

“Are you okay?” he rushes to ask with a concerned look. 

“Yes,” you cough again, attempting to clean your face with the back of your hand. “I kind of- got too overwhelmed”. 

“Don’t apologize,” Jeno shakes his head. One of his hands reaches out to your chin and he is quick to pick up on your teary eyes and drooling lips. “Let me clean you up”. 

He stands up and comes back quickly, just because he didn't want to leave you on your own for too long. When he kneels right beside you again, you notice he is carrying some tissues along with water and some snacks. 

“You brought the whole pantry,” you joke, still with a hoarse voice. 

Jeno’s lips rise in a weak, half smile. “I didn’t ask what you were craving but I figured something to eat would make you feel better”. 

Two of his fingers lift up your chin while he dries up your tears with a tissue. Once he is done, he moves on quickly to clean up your mouth, chin and chest with delicacy, his soft eyes paying attention to every inch of skin that he might need to take care of.

“Right now I need some water,” you tell him.

After cleaning you up, he takes off the lid and hands you the bottle of water. It’s the perfect temperature —not too cold that it hurts your throat more than it is already aching, but it is also not too warm.

It helps, a lot.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jeno asks again, and you can still sense the worry in his tone. He intertwines his hand with yours, and you squeeze it lightly before offering him a smile.

“I’m sure, Jeno,” you reply. “I just needed a break, really. I’m alright”.

“Did I hurt you?” he queries, wanting to know exactly what prompted you to use your safe word just to be extra careful next time to not push your limits. “Was I being too mean? Was I too rough?”

You smile wholeheartedly. “You know I like it when you’re mean,” you reassure him, “but I wasn’t breathing properly. That’s why I asked you to stop”. 

Jeno tiltes his head with a look of shame imprinted on his face. “I acted like a fucking animal”.

You shake your head, “I think we both got too carried away, you know. With all the teasing and stuff”. 

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he murmurs, caressing your hand while he holds it. “I’ll be way more careful next time”. 

“Thank you,” you smile. “I just need a couple of seconds to continue”.

“Why don't we end this here, yeah?” he proposes.

“But-” you’re not quite sure if you still want to keep on going, but a part of you wishes you would. You’re still aroused, and you want him still. “I want to- you’re still- I want to make you come”. 

“Maybe another time, pretty,” Jeno smiles, cupping your face to leave a quick kiss on your lips. “Right now I want us to rest, alright?”

He loses no time in getting you to bed, covering your naked body with a cozy blanket while leaving the water bottle on your night stand in case you might need to drink some more. He also carries the snacks all the way to you, and once you’re settled he makes a space in your bed for him to lay down next to you. 

“What are you craving for dinner, hm?” he asks while you munch on some oatmeal cookies. The whole scene left you more tired and hungry than you initially thought, so the snacks were very convenient for you to regain some energy. “I can cook for you, or we can order some food delivery”.

“The second option,” you whine. “I want you to cuddle me”.

Jeno scoffs softly, and shifts his position on the bed so that he can wrap his arms around you. “Good choice, pretty”.

⸺ Haechan

“Shit,” a choked moan escapes your lips when Haechan's hand keeps your thighs open, with so much strength that you can barely move underneath his grip. “Haechan”. 

He places a wet kiss on your inner thigh, softly nipping at your sensitive flesh while pressing the vibrator even harder against your clit. 

“You’re dripping wet,” he tells you with his heavy gaze all over yours, “you must really want to come, don’t you?”

You buck your hips at his mocking words, sobbing when you feel your inevitable fate creeping through.

It has been going on for minutes, maybe hours. You honestly can’t tell anymore, but it sure has been feeling like an eternity of torture. 

“Haechan, please,” you cry out. “Please, I’m begging”. 

“You can beg all you want, darling,” Haechan scoffs, forcing your thighs open even  more. “But I’m still not going to let you come”. 

Damned be him, who knows you too well. Even if you try to fool him, to come and pretend you just didn't, Haechan will know —he knows your body language like the back of his hand.

“Don’t even think about it,” he continues, just as if he is reading your mind. 

“Please,” you cry out one more time, but it’s all in vain —you know he is not going to show you any mercy. “I’m close”. 

The mischievous smile he has on surely tells you that he is pleased with all of this —pleased with how fucked out you look after having your orgasm taken away from you at least 3 times tonight. And in all honesty, you enjoy the dynamic. You enjoy being edged, and denied. You enjoy begging for pleasure, for him.

But maybe tonight your body is taking tolls on you, and you’re not enjoying it just as much as you usually do.

“Haechan,” you moan one last time before arching your back against the mattress. And it is in that moment, where your eyes go white and your lips start babbling nonsense, that Haechan knows you’re coming.

Clicking his tongue, he withdraws the toy away from you and leaves you with nothing but an interrupted orgasm. One that hurts, that has you crying and writhing in his bed. 

“I didn't say you could, darling,” he murmurs with a deep tone, admiring your body trembling underneath his. “Did I?”

You don’t respond. Not that you can, because the pain on your lower back and abdomen it’s almost unbearable —after all the edging, your body is extremely sensitive. Another touch, or another forced stimulation and you’re sure you might pass out from exhaustion.

“Red,” you babble when you feel his soft hands prying your thighs open again. “Red, red”. 

Immediately, he helps you close your legs and kneels right beside you on the bed, caressing your legs and looking out for your hand. 

“Too much?” he asks, wholeheartedly. You simply nod, sobbing quietly at the overwhelming feeling. “Come here”. 

He lays next to you and hugs you tightly, pressing your face against his naked chest. His heart is beating loudly, even from a distance you can hear it —he also doesn’t say it, but you can feel him getting tense at the realization that he might have overstepped your boundaries. 

You spend some time like this, hugging him while trying to calm down. Even the painful tension on your lower abdomen disappears after some while, just by having his embrace close to you.

“Are you okay?” Haechan queries with a whisper.

“Yes,” you murmur, offering him a weak smile. “I’m very tired”.

“I know, darling,” he wipes the sweat off of your forehead, and brushes your hair back. “I’m sorry”.

“For what?” you ask, confusion imprinted all over your face.

“I should’ve stopped long before you use your safeword,” he explains. “I should’ve known when it was becoming too much for you, and I shouldn't have pushed you to use it”.

“Well we have a safe word for a reason, don’t we?”

“Yeah,” he exhales. “But I don’t ever want to overwhelm you enough to the point where you need to use it again”. 

“It’s okay, baby,” you reassure him. “I’m okay, alright?” 

“Alright,” Haechan whispers, kissing your cheek sweetly. 

After a couple of seconds holding you between his arms, he decides it’s time to clean you up, put you some new clothes and provide you with some water. But right when he is about to step out of bed, he feels your arms tightening around him.

“Let me take care of you,” he tells you, patting your head softly.

“Don’t leave,” you murmur. “Please stay with me”. 

“You want me to stay here?” Haechan repeats. “Don’t you want me to get you some water, clean you up?”

You shake your head. “All I need right now is you,” you tell him. “Stay with me a little longer”.

He nods compliantly, feeling his heart skipping a beat or two when the realization of how much you need his presence around at vulnerable times sinks in. 

“I’m right here,” he coos. “I’m not going anywhere, alright? I’m going to stay with you here until you need me to”.

“Thank you, Haechan,” you whisper against his neck. “Thank you, for always trusting me”.

⸺ Jaemin

“Come on, princess,” Jaemin smiles, his lips brushing against your sensitive core. “Let me make you feel good”.

When you told Jaemin you were feeling a bit stressed today, he took matters into his own hands to help you take your mind off of things for a while. Of course, he has his very own way to do so, and you're more than happy with it.

He’s like that, an act of service that meets physical touch as a love language kind of guy. Overtime, he has noticed how much you like it when he eats you out —you can spend hours with your legs open and your fingers latched to his soft hair, and he can do exactly the same. 

“Does it feel good?” he asks, making sure you’re still with him.

And it does feel good, but you can already feel the overstimulation coming through with each flick of his tongue, or each touch of his rough digits against your clit. 

“I’m close,” you mutter through gritted teeth. “So- close, Jaemin”. 

He smiles. 

“Show me how close you are,” Jaemin tells you, lapping at your slit messily. “Come all over my face”. 

You can't understand how those filthy words can come out of a mouth so sweet, but you love it. So much so, that it's his words that trigger your third orgasm of the night, one that's just as messy as the way he has been eating you out for the past hour or so.

“Jaemin,” you whimper one more time, and pull his hair roughly against your cunt that it ellicits a painful hiss out of him. “F-fuck, shit”. 

“Keep going,” Jaemin gasps against your pussy, burying his fingers in it while he continues teasing you with his tongue. “I won’t stop until you’re satisfied”. 

But you're more than satisfied by now. Your third orgasm it’s as pleasing as it is painful, and he is not giving you any time to recover from it.

“Jae- Jaemin,” you whimper, closing your legs around him instinctively as a way to avoid overstimulation. “Too much”. 

All in his mind is to make you come again. And again, and again until you're left with no thoughts. 

But the overwhelming stimulation is becoming almost unbearable, so you really need him to stop —no matter how badly you wish to come again for him.

“Red, Jaemin,” you cry out, and whine at the immediate loss of contact from his lips. “I can’t take one more”.

You can feel him panicking for a bit. But just as fast, he regains composure of himself and the situation.

“Are you okay?” he asks with shortness of breath, with messy hair and still your arousal glistening on his lips and chin.

“Too much,” it’s all you manage to say. “It started to hurt a little bit”.

Jaemin furrows his eyebrows and sits on the bed right beside you, staring at you deeply.

“What can I do for you?” he immediately asks, pushing a few strands of hair away from your face. “What do you need?”

“I just- need some time,” you exhale. “I swear I’m going dizzy”.

You let out a soft laugh, but Jaemin’s worry stops him from finding your comment any amusing.

“I need to know if you’re okay,” he tells you, the concern in his voice being almost palpable. “Please tell me if you need me to do anything”.

“I’m okay,” you smile. “I promise”. 

Jaemin caresses your head and face, contemplating the sweet smile you're offering him even after the pain he caused you. He didn't mean to, really. But he failed to realize that the line between pleasure and pain can sometimes be very faint. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he apologizes. “Please forgive me”.  He leaves a wet peck on your forehead, and hugs you tightly against his chest, decorated with sweat. “I won’t let that happen again”.

“It’s alright, Jaemin,” the embrace is comforting enough, but Jaemin has other plans in mind for you. Or at least that’s what you think when you feel him stepping out of the bed. “Where are you going?”

“I’ll run a warm bath for you,” he tells you, slipping into a pair of shorts before approaching your drawer, and it takes him no more than a minute to pick up some new clothes and underwear for you, placing it at the edge of the bed. “I’ll get you cleaned up and we can have some dinner after”.

“A warm bath sounds nice,” you sigh. “Really”.

He smiles at you from the door frame, and walks towards you one last time to leave a kiss on your lips. 

“I love you,” Jaemin reminds you. “I love you so, so much”. 

He cups your face and gives you small pecks on your forehead, cheeks and the tip of your nose.

“I love you even more, Jaemin”.

A/N: This is my first post, ever! If you read it all and made your way up until here, I really appreciate it. If you like this, please please please leave a comment or an ask! That would motivate me to keep on posting stuff! Thank you for your time!

#nct dream smut #nct smut #kpop smut #mark smut #haechan smut #jaemin smut #jeno smut

[pasta1238]

Putting on their old gang uniform pt.1

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Characters: Mikey, Draken, Baji, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Hakkai, Kazutora

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of gang activity, cussing, kissing

Part 1 Part 2

Tokyo Rev Masterlist

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Mikey

You and Mikey were moving into a new house and the two of you needed to start packing your things. It has been three days into sorting belongings and you offered to help Mikey gut the closet. You came across an old bin, inside a box that looked like it had been damaged. You take it into your own hands to get a new one, so you open it to take out what's inside. It was a back trench coat with golden embroidery. His old gang uniform.

You smile at the pictures that were folded in the jacket, many containing his old friends and memories. After sitting there, you get the idea to try on his jacket. You slip the trenchcoat on and look at yourself in the mirror. Mikey is small as it is so it's not like the jacket was huge on you, but it still fit a bit loosely.

"Baby have you seen the tape-" He comes in the door, interrupted as he sets his eyes on you. You turn around, looking at him as he's taken aback and looking at you up and down. He smiles then starts laughing. "Baby you look so small in that!!" He says while almost crying from his own laughter.

You look at him with an unamused face. "Speak for yourself, shrimpy." You playfully say to him. Mikey stops laughing and runs up to you, lifting you and squeezing you in his arms. He is small, which is why his strength always surprised you.

"Do you really think I could help myself when you look so damn cute in my old toman jacket?" He says while nuzzling his face into your shoulder.

"Well the jacket sort of wears me, I look out of place in a gang uniform. I'd look ridiculous and I can't fight compared to you." You giggle

Mikey looks up at you with a smile and shakes his head. "No need, I'd kick everyone's asses for you." He says while showering you with kisses all over your face.

Draken

You just began the day and you were getting ready. Draken was in the kitchen making breakfast and you were groggily trying to get dressed. Today was a lazy day so you didn't really bother looking through your own clothes, on days like these you just throw on one of your husband's big shirts and some shorts.

Today was landry day so there weren't many shirts left in the drawer. As you're going through the drawer, you see a matching black jacket and pants. You slide them out from under the folded shirts and smile when you discover it's your husband's old toman uniform. You notice just how big it is as you slip the jacket on and laugh in the mirror as it basically swallows your upper body and falls down to your thighs.

You walk over to the kitchen, "Hey Ken, look what I found."

Draken turns around and immediately laughs a little when he sees you. He sets down whatever he's cooking on the stove and walks over to you. "I see you've dug up an old ancient artifact huh?" He picks you up in his arms and you wrap your legs around his waist with your arms around his neck.

"Yep and it practically fits me like a dress." You say before he kisses you on the lips.

Draken smiles. "You look so damn cute in this thing, no one would be intimidated." He jokes.

You put on a fake pout. "Yes I would, I'm very intimidating." You say as you squish his face.

"Nope. You wouldn't need to be anyways, your man here would be enough to scare everyone off." He says as he playfully kisses your neck and jaw.

You giggle at the feeling and wrap around him tighter. "Well you don't scare me, not even with your tattoo and fighting skills." You say as you kiss him softly. "You love me too much to be scary."

Draken smiles as he's kissing you in his arms. "Damn right I do."

Baji

You were staying the night at Baji's apartment when you were in his bedroom looking for the TV remote. Baji was out getting food and he would be home any minute now. As you shuffle through his dresser, you catch a glimpse of something sticking out of one of the drawers.

You recognize the coloration from the many photos Baji has on his walls. You pull the clothing out and sure enough, it's his toman uniform. The embroidery was still in perfect condition, spelling out his name and position. You put the jacket on and button it up. Baji isn't all that bigger than you, but the jacket still fit loose and the sleeves were a little too long.

"And, what are you going over there?" You quickly turn around and you see your boyfriend, arms crossed with a grin, leaning against the wall.

"Nothing, I was just looking." You say with a little blush on your face.

Baji walks over to you and places his hands on your waist, then pulls you close. He has the signature smug grin on his face that he knows drives you crazy. "Well, you look so fucking adorable in my old jacket." He plants a soft kiss on your lips while holding you close.

He pulls away and smirks at your blushing face. "Whatever..."

He laughs at your shyness. "You know it's true." He pauses to cup your face with one of his hands. "You'd be too cute as a gang member. I'd only want to squeeze you and kiss you all over." He says before hugging you right and giving you soft little kisses all over your face.

Mitsuya

You were at Mitsuya's place, spending some time with him and his sisters. You're in the other room, on the phone while Mitsuya is in the bathroom when Luna and Manna run to you. "Look what we found!" Shouts Luna. She's holding up a jacket, Mitsuya's old gang jacket specifically.

"It's his toman uniform, you should try it on and surprise him!" Manna exclaimed.

You laugh at their suggestion. "That would be pretty funny." You set your phone down and get up to put the jacket on. It fits a little loose since Mitsuya is bigger than you but it's still pretty comfortable.

Just as you put it on, you hear a door open and Mitsuya comes out of the hallway. "Talk about a blast from the past." He's smiling and walking towards you.

"You did such a good job making this, love. You're so talented." You remark while looking at jacket.

He laughs. "Thank you." He pauses to hold you. "I gotta say, you look so cute wearing this." You blush at his compliment. "I'm sure you'd look absolutely adorable if you had one that fit you just perfectly." He says before placing a small kiss on your temple.

"Eww" "Gross" Luna and Manna comment as they run away from the two of you.

You and Mitsuya laugh at their reaction. He turns to you again to give you another soft kiss.

Chifuyu

You were waiting for your husband to come back with food, so you decided to go take a shower. When you come out you go to change into some clean pajamas. You realize you don't have any clean tops, so you root through Chifuyu's closer for a shirt to wear. As you're moving hangers, you notice a black and gold jacket in the back. You move everything to the other side of the bar and take it out, then realize it's his gang uniform from the past.

You have an idea to try it on, so you find a shirt to wear under and slip on the uniform. You and Chifuyu were almost the same size in clothing, so the jacket and pants fit you almost perfectly. Soon after, you hear the front door open and close, meaning your husband just got home with food for the both of you.

"I'm home!" You hear him shout from the other side of your shared apartment.

You run over to the front of the room and see him hanging the keys on the wrack. "Baby, baby look!"

He turns around and when he sees you, he starts laughing. "Baby you look fantastic." He says as he walks over to you. "And it fits perfect."

You laugh. "Well it's a good thing we're the same size."

"Yep." He says you kiss you on your forehead. "You always look so cute in my clothes, but this one is the best." He says before hugging you.

"Thank you baby, I bet you looked so cute in this yourself." You say with a smile.

"No, I looked threatening and badass." He says with pride. "Your man was a top delinquent for sure."

You kiss his cheek, making him blush. "I'm sure you were." You say before snuggling in his arms.

He takes your hand and squishes your face. "Okay let's go eat now my cute little delinquent." Then places a quick little kiss on your lips

Hakkai

You were helping your fiance move out of his house into your newly shared one. Hakkai was outside with Taiju moving boxes in the trailer when you heard Yuhuza call you over inside. "You need to come get a look at this." She says. When you go inside, you see her holding a box labeled 'Toman'. "It's all of Hakkai's old stuff from when he was in his gang back in the day."

You and her were going through the box, looking at old pictures and other mementos. At the very bottom, you see a black jacket and pants. "This must be his uniform right?" You ask.

Yuhuza looks up and smiles. "Yep, that's the one. Cool right?" As you're examining the jacket, Yuhuza sits there and thinks for a little. "I have an idea. You should put on the jacket and go show him how big it looks on you. It'll be funny!" She says with a laugh

You look up at her with a giggle. "You're right, this is going to be hilarious!" She helps you get the jacket on and the two of you head outside. "Babe, look!" You shout.

Hakkai turns around and sees you in the jacket. "What's going on?" Taiju asks as he comes out of the trailer. He sees you too and starts laughing.

"Babe you look great!" Hakkai says while laughing himself. He hops off the trailer and walks over to you. "My jacket looks so big on you huh. It basically swallows your whole body" He comments

"Well duh, you were a freak of nature being that tall at your age." Taiju comments, ironically.

"So how do I look?" You ask while giving him a twirl.

Hakkai sits there and thinks for a moment. "Well you look like you're wearing a dress. And you're too cute and tiny to look threatening in my old uniform." He says with a laugh.

You respond with a playful eye roll, "Well I'm sorry I'm not a beanpole like you." Yuhuza and Taiju laugh at the comment.

Hakkai wraps an arm around you, "Well this beanpole loves you very much and thinks you look very cute." He says as he plants a kiss on your head.

Kazutora

Your boyfriend is sorting through some clothes to give away when he comes across a bag. He opens it and finds his old gang uniform from his youth. Quickly, he gets up and runs out of the room to go show you what he found.

You're in the kitchen eating something when you see Kazutora run up to you excitedly. "Hun look what I found!" He says as he shows you a jacket. "My old uniform. Mitsuya made it for me back in the day. It has so many memories."

You walk over to him and examine the jacket. It's very well made and the embroidery is beautiful, you could tell Mitsuya definitely made this. "That's so cool babe, Mitsuya did a good job huh."

He responds with a bright smile. "Yep, I hold this very close to my heart." Kazutora pauses to think for a moment. "Hold on" he says. Kazutora swings the jacket over your shoulders and takes a step back so you could fit your arms through the sleeves. "Baby you look so cute. It fits almost perfectly." The jacket was from when he was a lot younger so since it's a bit smaller, it doesn't fit you too big "You look perfect." He says with a smile as he walks over to hug you

"You really think so? I didn't think a gang uniform would suit me like this." You say with a giggle.

"Nope, it does." Kazutora says. "We'd make such a great duo." He adds with a smile. "We'd ride on our motorcycles and be all kinds of badass, especially you."

You look up at him. "Wouldn't it be dangerous though?"

He places his chin on your head. "Nope, it wouldn't. You'd have your boyfriend here to make sure you're safe." He says, then plants a kiss on your head.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya x reader #chifuyu matsuno #chifuyu x reader #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora x reader #manjiro sano #mikey x reader #draken #draken x reader #hakkai shiba #hakkai x reader #baji keisuke #baji x reader #tokyo revengers x you #mitsuya x you #chifuyu x you #hakkai x you #baji x you #kazutora x you #mikey x you #draken x you #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers hcs #tokyo rev fluff

[syntheticfoxfire]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ niragi + companionship [tw: dying, physical injuries]

You’ve been close to death before. Who here hasn't? This world isn’t particularly forgiving, so it’s only to be expected.

Still, you’ve never been this close and getting closer.

Putting more pressure on the bleeding hole in your stomach, you brave on. This isn’t how you meant to die. No matter how ruthless the games and this whole experience made you, how it all changed you, you still longed for happiness. And dying cold and alone wasn’t part of it. One would think that among the bodies that littered the streets there would be someone barely alive to keep you company at least, but that’s just your luck.

Then you hear a wet, disgusting couching. Great, that sounds promising. You’re not sure for how much longer you’ll be able to move, so you try to hurry.

What’s good is that the person in question isn’t too far and his wounds seem pretty bad. He’s been shot like you, and clearly you’re both at the end of your life spans unless a miracle happens. The bad news is who this guy is.

Then again, it’s the end of this world, seeing as only one last game remains. It’s most likely going to be your end too, so why not let go of all the hard feelings. You barely have any strength left anyway and you’d like to use it to breathe for a while longer.

You lower yourself to the ground, leaning for support on the car Niragi’s resting against. You sit right next to him, ignoring his scoff and venomous ‘fuck off’. Fuck him, though, so you move even closer, letting yourself fall over him and resting your upper body on his lap and stomach. His blood soaks your hair. You don’t care, it’s a mess anyway. Being like this feels pretty good though. Who would’ve thought.

“The fuck you’re doing,” he growls, his chest rumbling with blood slowly filling his lungs. You suppose he’d like to remove you from himself, but neither of you have enough strength to really move.

"Dying, the same as you," you shrug, or try to, "Don't wanna do it alone."

It's too late to hide now, to pretend. You're scared. You don't wanna die, period, but the prospect of dying alone is even more terrifying. While you were never more than a casual acquaintance or reluctant ally with Niragi, he’s a piece of familiarity. He’s not a good person, but he’s been decent enough to you. And you figure that here, on the brink of death, it doesn’t matter if he sees you open and vulnerable.

“Should’ve killed you when I had the chance,” he sighs, as exaggerated as his busted lungs allow. His wheezy breathing sounds terrible. You almost feel sorry for him. 

“Should’ve fucked me too, now we’ll die without ever having fun,” you chuckle. Ah, the memories. Maybe you were more than acquaintances. Where’s that line anyway? He huffs.

“Where’s the fun if you can’t fight back,” as he speaks, he lazily trails one of his hands up your thigh. You can tell it’s a lot of effort.

“I wouldn’t have fought back before either,” you hum, “You’re an asshole, but you’re hot. Back then and now.” His hand pauses on your leg, resting on your thigh before getting anywhere inappropriate. 

“You know, I always wondered how you were in our world,” you continue. Blood loss is probably making you too chatty for your own good. It feels comfortable though. He’s warm even as he’s bleeding out on you, you on him, your blood mixing with his in a puddle under your bodies. “I’d like to meet you there. I’m curious if we’d be friends.”

“You hate me,” he deadpans.

“You think I’d come to die together with you if I hated you?” you roll your eyes weakly, too afraid they’d really get stuck up there with how weak you were feeling, “The point is me hating you, not myself. I mean it’s not like I like you, but I guess there might be potential if we met under different circumstances.”

You close your eyes. You really shouldn’t have talked that much, but at least it’s taken your mind off things. He’s really warm. Soft, and his hand feels nice on your thigh. You let your head swing closer to his body, gently rubbing on his chest. His blood smears on your cheek and he hisses as you brush against his wound.

You feel him move, his hand lands on your shoulder and you think he might push you away. Yet instead of retaliating he just wraps his other arm around you. His hold is loose, and you guess there’s not much time for either of you. What a shame. You’d love to tease him.

Faintly you hear explosions somewhere both far away and all around you. A voice informs you about something, but you only make out the key words over the sound of Niragi’s barely-there heartbeat.

You make your choice, and you wonder where you’re going to wake up.

[part 2??]

#alice in borderland #niragi suguru #niragi x reader #aib x reader #alice in boderland x reader #aib imagines #aib scenarios #niragi angst #niragi fluff #drabble #angst

[widowswineapologist]

a/n: random assortment of hcs for the primis boys! slightly suggestive at times so proceed with caution. i left it kind of ambiguous as to whether this was canon au or modern au so have fun imagining whatever :33

primis richtofen:

♡ - he's the type to spend hours initially researching a very vague question he has and then it spirals into him researching something completely unrelated to said question. don't ask him how he got from reading about greek mythology to how bed bugs mate, he doesn't know.

♡ - (also don't ask him how bed bugs mate.)

♡ - for some strange reason, for as long as he could remember, he just gets the most random and inconvenient of nosebleeds. it has happened so often that he's grown to just be mildly annoyed by it at best and he usually has tissues on hand just in case. for him, this is entirely normal, but one time he got a nosebleed while he was talking to you and you freaked out and he had to reassure you he wasn't dying.

♡ - richtofen always wants to be the smartest guy in the room, but he kind of goes feral whenever you correct him. intelligence is already an extremely attractive trait to him, and passion compliments it greatly. the slight humiliation he feels for being wrong is quickly forgotten when he sees that fire in your eyes as you lecture him.

♡ - if you're not able to read or speak german, he is... not exactly going to teach you. what he is going to do, however, is randomly hand you a slip of paper with what seems to be utter gibberish scribbled on it, and he'll simply ask you to say the word with a completely serious expression. and then he is going to cackle like a witch when you say it wrong. he enjoys the little things.

primis dempsey:

♡ - he's really bothered by how much he can't remember about himself, so as a substitute, he tries to remember everything he can about you. it's incredibly sweet and thoughtful sometimes, but occasionally it creeps you out that he can recall some extremely niche and easily forgettable detail you revealed about yourself in passing several months ago.

♡ - throughout his life, he's had a habit of just... randomly falling off his bed in the middle of the night. he has no idea why it happens, he's just grown accustomed to waking up on the floor with his blankets trying their best to keep him tethered to the mattress. it truly is a sight to behold.

♡ - what dempsey lacks in book smarts, he makes up for in street smarts. he knows a bunch of strange life hacks, random bits of information about generally niche topics, weird remedies for certain illnesses, the works. (if any of you have seen breaking bad, he's kinda got jesse vibes in that regard LMAO)

♡ - he doesn't do it anymore, but during the earlier stages of your relationship, he really liked pushing your buttons. once, in the midst of an argument, you slapped him, and after the initial shock wore off, you frantically tried to apologize, only to be met with the marine giving you a lazy smirk. he wore the red handprint on his face like a badge of honor.

♡ - (you've asked him multiple times if he's a masochist or something and he never gives you a straight answer.)

primis nikolai:

♡ - that one guy that just always has random resources on him for virtually no discernable reason. you need batteries? he's already reaching into his pockets. you need a toothpick? it's your lucky day, he's got a pack of them right here. hell, you need matches? he's fishing an entire box out of his bag.

♡ - nikolai has a strange habit of taking in stray animals. he literally can't help it, he sees a cute, fuzzy little creature in need and he's dropping everything to assist the little guy. it's a little sweet watching him take care of animals like puppies or kittens, but he brought home a bear cub once and that's when it became a problem. you do kind of miss mishka though.

♡ - his upper body strength is INSANE. it's not news to anyone, not even you, but it was a little shocking when nikolai asked you to sit on his back while he was doing push-ups. and he did a good amount of them!! if he noticed your shocked expression when he was done, he didn't mention it, but he does subtly flex in front of you every once in a while. what? he's just proud of his physique.

♡ - it might just be because of where he grew up, but he's always checking if you're cold or not, especially during the night. the second you say yes, he's dropping everything to find you a better coat, or blanket, or he even gives you his gloves. he doesn't want you to be cold :( you're always welcome to leech off his body heat too.

primis takeo:

♡ - the proud owner of a very impressive and vast collection of bladed weapons. he prefers swords by a long shot, but even he can't turn away from a well-forged knife. it would probably be concerning if it was literally anyone else, but it's takeo so it's cool.

♡ - a relationship with takeo is an extremely slow burn, but once you've finally crossed that threshold, takeo is in it for life. he takes the term "ride or die" very seriously, and he's willing to do nearly anything for you. takeo would even kill for you if asked. anything to make you happy. anything to keep blood off your hands.

♡ - takeo is very graceful and collected in all aspects of life, except for the first few minutes after he wakes up. his brain tends to lag behind during those moments and sleep still has a tight hold on him, so it results in him looking completely and utterly bewildered as he takes in his surroundings. sometimes he mutters incomprehensible things in japanese during this, and it's hard to keep yourself from laughing. he's kind of embarrassed by it once he fully wakes up.

♡ - he will NEVER admit it, but he has entertained the thought of being a house husband before. what he found even more embarrassing, however, was that he realized he would be very good at it. he's a good cook, he's a god at keeping things neat and tidy, and he would enjoy having time to himself for a while. takeo will never bring this up, but if you do, he's down for it.

#had this in my drafts for a while bc i got so anxious abt posting it????? #nd i decided i needed to stop being a wimp nd just post it so here u all go i hope u like it ^^ #cod zombies #cod zombies x reader #tank dempsey #edward richtofen #nikolai belinski #takeo masaki #tank dempsey x reader #edward richtofen x reader #nikolai belinski x reader #takeo masaki x reader

[and-stir-the-stars]

Hello.. Blah blah blah I'm drawing zombie AU Evan because I am a self-indulgent.. But I don't know what to do with his face.. Does he completely heal from the bite is there just a chunk missing what's going on??

As the expert of all things Evan I hope you could help

tw for body horror stuff

And I'll preface this by saying that idk if any of this stuff is logically or medically accurate. It's just my uneducated guesses about what I *think* might happen

I don't feel confident in whether ur asking abt Ev being bit by Fredbear or by a zombie in the au so I'll just answer both

Okay so if u look closely at the Bite, Evan sorta starts out with his entire upper body inside Fredbear's mouth, but by the time the jaws clamp down, it appears to be Evan's head, neck, and upper shoulder area getting the brunt of Frebber's bite.

So typically when I think of Evan's injuries from the Bite, it's like this:

Evan's skull gets crushed, not so much by the teeth, but by the metal "roof" and bottom of Fredbear's endoskeleton mouth. Think of what happens if you pinch a grape too hard between two fingers: this is Evan's skull.

Fredbear's teeth dig into Evan's neck and upper shoulder/collar bone area, likely with enough force to shatter some bones since a normal animatronic shouldn't have had the strength to kill Ev with a bite but Fredbear somehow did have the strength

So an au where Ev heals from the Bite of 83. Doctors would have to piece Evan's skull back together, likely with sutures and screws and metal plates until the bones heal back together on their own.

And in an au where Evan lives, the doctors would need to be really worried about the state of Evan's brain: if Fredbear's jaw or the metal of Fredbear's inner mouth crushed his brain as well and not just his skull, and if any of the shards of Evan's skull accidentally pierced or even got lodged into Evan's brain.

No idea how doctors would approach this if something like this happened, but there have been extreme cases of people surviving severe brain trauma (being shot and having a bullet lodged in the brain, metal pipes being completely shoved through the brain, etc etc). Though these cases are often associated with severe personality changes and deficits in memory and logical functioning afterward.

Post-Bite, Evan's head might always be a little (or a lot) misshappen, depending on how well his skull grew back together. I imagine he'll have a lot of scarring as well. He can have trauma around his eyes as well: eyes missing entirely, or perhaps one or two "lazy eyes" that cloud over and loose their vision, or his vision might remain intact but not be as good as before. Just depends on what you want.

And then I imagine he'd have scarring around his neck and shoulders as well. He might have long-term breathing problems if Fredbear's teeth punctured or crushed his trachea. He could become mute or have problems speaking if the teeth punctured or crushed his vocal chords. Likewise, he could have problems with being able to eat/swallow depending on what happened to his esophagus.

I imagine in an au where Ev survived the Bite, the damage done to his neck by the teeth would be a little less drastic than the damage done to his head by the roof of Frebber's mouth. Any damage done to the spinal cord (which would be very easy to do at the neck like this) is either going to be fatal or can lead to paralysis, from minor to severe paralysis. Paralysis might be something Ev deals with after the Bite, though that could be a bit impractical if he's trying to survive in a zombie au. It's up to you.

if Evan gets bit by a zombie is a bit harder to answer because there's, yk, not any canon content to work with

Generally the head is very hard for a zombie to "bite into" because the skull is just so hard to break. Zombies tend not to have the conscious awareness that it's hard to bite into a skull, so i can see a zombie's rotten jaw coming apart from how hard it was trying to bite into a skull. Which means if Ev gets bit in the head by a zombie, he might come away from the incident with teeth loged inside his skin or even the zombie's entire (or most of the) severed lower jaw lodged into his skin by the teeth.

If the zombie that got Evan managed to open the skull, you might see evidence of that in Ev's zombie form: the skull is cracked, blood and brains spilling from the cracks or from the whole in his skull. If Evan dies from the zombie, then he won't have any scars since his body died before it could heal anything. He'd have a lot of open wounds and bruises on his face from body that will never heal: open, infected cuts everywhere from the zombie scratching at and biting at him, as well as from any wounds Ev may have got from trying to run or fight back. Evan's blood likely would have clotted and curdled in his body in his zombie form.

Whether or not Evan dies/gets zombified depends on how severe you want his injuries to be, and on how the zombie virus gets passed from one host to another in your au

If Evan were to heal from the zombie bite (which tends to be very difficult in zombie aus because they tend to have society collapsed, and doctors/meds are in short supply, plus wounds get infected so easily) then his skull is likely not to grow together very well. This can lead to a section of his head (where the Bite was) OR his entire head being misshapen when he heals, depending on how bad the Bite was/how much of Evan's skull got ruined.

#evan afton support center #fnaf #fnaf au #the crying child #evan afton #tw body horror

[iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid]

hi sam!!! been thinking about maybe possibly getting into lifting weights MAYBE (cause I want my arms to look good). do you have any advice for starting out? like did you go to a gym and get a trainer or did you watch youtube videos or do a specific program? I may not even stick with it cause I'm really bad at keeping up with exercise, but it's worth a try?

OOOH YES okay so, real quick, to answer the question of what i did: like 5-6 years ago i worked at a gym and had a free membership + a discount on personal training, so i did some one-on-one training sessions. if you're in a spot where you can afford that, go for it! i loved it! otherwise here are some tips:

for starting out, my first tip is just this: go do it. don't overthink it, and don't beat yourself up if you fall short of certain goals or miss a few gym sessions. even if you don't do everything, a little bit is awesome!

this might seem obvious, but don't work the same muscle groups twice in a row. you need to recover or you won't build any muscle and you might injure yourself

with that in mind, a lot of trainers like to split upper body workouts into a "push" day (bench press, shoulder press, tricep dips, basically anything working your front and your triceps) and a "pull" day (assisted pull-ups, lat pull down, rows, bicep curls, working your back and biceps) and i find this SUPER useful for keeping it all straight in my head, otherwise i'll be like "DID i work my biceps this week? hm"

with that in mind, i aim for 3 days a week: leg day, push day, and pull day. i don't always make all 3 but that's the goal

choosing weights: experiment a bit, but rule of thumb for each exercise is use a weight where your 10th rep is, like, kind of a struggle but not impossible. then do 2 or 3 more sets

going for a one rep max: this is powerlifting! this is the shit that gets me GOING and makes me feel SO STRONG, but please only only only do this if you have a spotter to check your form. right when you walk in the gym pick one lift (either squat, deadlift, or bench press) that you'll try this on, and do a normal set of 10 with whatever weight makes sense for you, then keep adding weight until you can only do 1 rep. for instance i'll squat the bar (45lbs) for 10, add some weight and go for 8, add more and go for 5, add more and go for 3, and then finally add more and go for 1. (ADD. WEIGHT. SLOWLY. like 10lb, maaaybe 20lb at a time.) this is a great way to build actual strength as opposed to aesthetic strength and feel super strong. then you go and do your other lifts for 3x10 like you normally would for the day

speaking of form, youtube is a treasure trove for looking up different exercises and making sure you're doing them right

avoiding soreness in the days after a workout: sometimes soreness is unavoidable (you're literally tearing your muscles so they'll build back stronger! of course it's gonna be a little sore!) but you can lessen it by ending your workout with some light cardio to keep your muscles warm, STRETCHING, taking a nice hot shower (keeps the blood flowing), and eating lots and lots of protein. swallow a cheesesteak whole in my honor. you won't regret it

lastly, if you want to build muscle in your arms and you don't stick to weightlifting, that's fine! my friend has gotten really into climbing over the last year, and her arms... good LORD, her arms! beautiful. incredible. basically my point is you have to enjoy what you're doing to stick with it, so for me that's powerlifting because it makes me feel accomplished and strong! for you it might also be lifting, or it could be climbing or kayaking or yoga or gymnastics (my latest tiktok crush is a pro gymnast whose arms are just..... chef's kiss. yeah i'm a little gay about it) but! the point is to try different things and stick to whatever you like the most. or mix and match! do what you want! have fun! get swole! be strong like bull! and please come brag to me about it when you do!

#so excited! go pick things up and put them down! YEAH! #i was so tempted to answer this with ''okay first thing you do is get in the car and drive to philadelphia. my gym's address is--'' #weightlifting with friends is also SUPER FUN #that's my last tip #feel free to come and ask me anything about it if you have questions later too!!! #chaoticeddie #sam answers stuff

[quasarlasar]

MELISSA AND THE ALLIES OF GAIA ART DUMP 1 - THE SUPERCELL

In episode 9 of the story "Melissa and the Allies of Gaia" I posted on Wattpad in August, Melissa and her storm avatar partner Hurricane Carla (shown in her miniature form) face off against a sapient high-precipitation supercell over a salt marsh in Alabama. A pair of fisherman have been using the tornadoes/waterspouts it creates to catch fish, having used an artifact of evil weather magic to take control of the storm.

Since actually moving to Alabama (I had no idea I would end up there at the time I wrote the story chapter) I have kind of developed a new fondness for this character. Most of the characters in the story I have done art previously for but I have never drawn this one.

While I don't specify this in the story, I imagine this supercell to use she/they pronouns (insert mammatus cloud joke here) and the tornados are like her "children" that she lets out to "play" (I mean if you scaled up a toddler to the size and strength of a tornado you'd probably get as much destruction). I plan for her to come back in a sequel, though of course Melissa will end up calling her something like "Mr. Thunders." (not that I imagine she would care all that much, of course, being a giant storm and all).

Like the hurricane avatars, she has a miniature form (shown in the top image) that she stays in when conditions aren't right for her to build up her massive supercell body. It looks like a cute little cumulus cloud with a thunderbolt crest. She doesn't speak any human language, and in the story she only briefly speaks in the wind language of storms to Carla, so she isn't very talkative. For this reason I imagine Melissa might one day try to keep her as a pet, which of course goes terribly wrong (as you can see in the first page with "Mr. Thunders" pooping huge spiky hail all over her apartment ["Mr Thunders! Not on the car!"]).

Shown in the top image is also her standing off against the miniature form of Labor Day and glaring at him with lightning. This happens in the story because Labor Day gets really hungry after the wind shear causes dry air to be entrained in his circulation and he basically loses control for a brief moment and tries to eat her waterspouts. Needless to say "Mr. Thunders" doesn't like this one bet, and attacks Labor Day. Fortunately it turns out "Mr. Thunders" also is hungry for some warm moist air too and they end up just kind of returning to Gulf Coast Headquarters and having lunch on some tropical air from the Gulf of Mexico.

The final drawing on the first image shows them snuggling with their tornado children. Ultimately I imagine she only wants what is best for them. It just so happens that sometimes what is best for a tornado isn't what is best for humans.

Some more notes on her design:

-Since she's a high precipitation supercell I imagine she has a lot of precipitation falling both from her anvil and from her base, which obscures anything like the wall cloud etc. This also conveniently means I don't have to draw all the features in the base of the supercell because I can't make heads or tails of how they are arranged lol (you can tell I have more experience with tropical cyclones)

-I basically imagined her thunderhead anvil is like her hat. It actually extends far ahead of and behind her head (it is extended by the upper level wind shear) but since she's viewed from the front it is foreshortened. From the side it would be quite long.

-Her eye color is supposed to be the deep green seen in storms with a lot of hail as the sun sets. I imagine her triangular pupil actually looks like a conical tornado up close.

-I had previously in the webcomic drawn Melissa as having a peace sign beanie or skullcap, but I realized when writing the story that that sort of hat doesn't make sense for her home of Galveston, which has a hot climate. I imagine it's more of a sunhat now. (Okay this isn't about the supercell's design but I think it's important)

#character designs #meteorology #supercell #storm #cloud #thunderstorm #tornado #waterspout #hurricane #tropical cyclone #weather #sky

[greatideas-badwriter]

Worth The Risk: Chapter 10

Mature Content Warning

Sakura's eyes shot open the moment she awoke because the last thing she remembered was leaning in to kiss Sasuke. Her brows furrowed when she looked down to see the man in question lying on his back, fully dressed.

It was apparent the alcohol had taken over the woman last night because one of her legs was hooked across his chest, and she held his head loosely to her midsection, her upper body angled slightly around it. Long fingers loosely grasped her ankle, the man's other hand resting flat on his stomach.

Looking further down, a slight snicker left her mouth when she saw he was still wearing shoes, 'I must've given him hell last night. Will he be angry?'

"Something funny?" Sasuke suddenly spoke, terrifying the poor, hungover woman.

She squeaked before holding her breath and eventually groaning, releasing his head and covering her face with both hands, "Let me start my three-part apology by saying I'm deeply humiliated, and I don't remember much."

He absently patted her ankle, grumbling, "Next time, I'm leaving your ass up here to be horny on your own."

Sakura recalled telling him she wouldn't mind kissing. Even to a sober man, that was a green light, and he was pretty drunk, if she remembers correctly. A moment of silence passed before she gathered the strength to speak, "I am so sorry, Sasuke."

The man looked up, making her peek through her fingers to see his tired smirk, "If you'd stop falling asleep just when things get fucking good, that'd be great."

Humiliated, she untangled herself from the man and sat up, running her fingers through her messy hair and releasing a big yawn.

"How is it you look hot even now? It's not fair."

Blushing, she frowned at the flirtatious man, falling lifelessly against the pillows before closing her eyes, "I won't take advantage of you again, so you can stop teasing me. I've learned my lesson."

"Take advantage of me any time you want," Sasuke reached over to grab her hand, uncharacteristically rubbing his thumb over the back of it, "Hey, can I ask something? You just have to answer yes or no."

"I guess so…"

For some reason, Sakura didn't pull her hand away when she very much would've before that party last night. 'Maybe I'm grateful because he kept me safe and didn't even try to sleep with me when it would've been easy.'

Her walls weren't relatively as high as they used to be, and she wondered how this dangerous, egotistical man was the one to make that happen. It made no sense. He was almost as toxic as her ex, the most significant difference being that he was honest about his faulty personality, whereas her ex pretended to be a great person.

"Did you lie about the scars coming from a car wreck?"

Sakura's eyes shot open.

'Of all the things I expected him to ask, that was not it.'

She took her time deciding how to respond. The fact that he was asking meant he strongly felt that she'd lied. What he was really asking was if she felt comfortable enough to talk about personal things with him. That was what made her hesitate because why would he want that? Sasuke's not the type to have female friends, but he also doesn't have girlfriends. He has fuck-buddies and one-night stands, and she didn't want to fall under either of those categories.

'But do I want to be his friend? Girlfriend is out of the question. I think I'm ruined for the rest of my life in that regard.'

Hesitantly, the woman turned to look at Sasuke's profile. His eyes were open, glazed over as he stared at the ceiling and waited patiently for her to say something. Her mouth moved before she could second guess her choice, "Yes."

He turned his head to meet her gaze, his body slowly following. She moved onto her side, too, feeling more nervous than she had last night when surrounded by strangers. This was a different kind of anxiety, though.

To her surprise, the man didn't ask her where the scars really came from. They just lay there and stared at one another for a while before the sound of others waking up and going downstairs met their ears.

In the shower after that, Sakura scrubbed her face, mid-panic attack, 'Why did I tell him that? And why did we look at one another like that? What am I thinking? What is he thinking? I'm so confused! I think I'm going crazy.'

'Oh, God. I think we're already friends, and I just didn't realize it until this morning.'

When did it happen, though? Was it when he offered her this job, or maybe when he apologized for being so cold the other day after she helped Itachi? Perhaps it was last night when he saved her from being drugged by that Hyo guy.

One thing was for sure: Sakura had never intended to let this happen, nor was she happy about it. 'It's too late now. Just thinking about drawing a line makes me feel guilty. I don't want to hurt his feelings, but I shouldn't even care. What the hell is wrong with me?'

Sakura spent the rest of the day cleaning up the house from the previous night's party. On Monday, after classes, she was called into Yahiko's office, only for Konan, Nagato, and Sasuke to also be present. Clasping her hands together so she wouldn't nervously fiddle with them, she sat in the seat in front of the desk and tried to figure out what she'd done wrong. When she glanced at Sasuke with a silent question on her face, he shrugged.

'Oh, God. It's so bad that even he doesn't know what's happening! What if I did something I don't remember the night of the party? Did I anger someone?'

"I've called you here today because my wife and I would like to officially ask you to join our family."

Sasuke's expression was so stunned that she noticed it in her peripheral view but tried to act like she didn't notice.

"Family?"

Konan said, "The party was a test to see if you could perform in high-stress environments, and you did fairly well. With a little practice, I see you becoming a person capable of great things."

Sakura shook her head confusedly, "I appreciate that, but I still don't know what you're asking of me. You want me to agree to something that I don't understand?"

The married couple shared a look before Yahiko continued in his wife's stead, "I recommend you keep in mind the NDA you signed as I tell you this," he paused to ensure she was carefully listening, "Have you heard the name "Akatsuki" before?"

She had. During her short-term employment at Oasis, there were a few instances where she overheard customers speaking about some super powerful street gang that went by that name. Though she didn't know much, she knew enough to stay out of it.

The woman nodded, "I-It's a gang, right?"

"Something like that," he said, "I am the current leader of Akatsuki, and all those living under this roof are active members. We would like you to become one, as well. We require someone with medical knowledge, and you've already proved yourself capable."

'Don't show that you're terrified. This isn't some guy from Konoha; this is a family of trained criminals. You can't act without thinking.'

Sakura was completely and totally surprised. She knew Sasuke and the others were dangerous, but she'd consciously tried not to stick her nose where it didn't belong. Maybe that's how she missed it.

Now, though, things began to make sense. The odd conversations she'd sometimes overhear pieces of, the fact that so many different personalities lived under one roof, and even how Itachi had shown up with a bullet wound and the others were afraid to take him to the hospital even though he might die were all signs she'd ignored.

More than anything, Sakura felt betrayed by Sasuke. He selfishly tricked her into moving into a gang's house. Even now that they'd grown closer, he hadn't said a word about it and let her look like a clueless fool, all for his enjoyment.

Blinking back tears, she gathered her composure and lowered her head, "I'll continue working until my contract ends if that's alright, but I'm not interested in that type of thing. I won't say anything to anyone, either."

Everyone's eyes widened, even Yahiko's.

Standing, the pink-haired woman pointedly kept her gaze locked onto his, "May I be excused?"

The man stood as well, visually taken off guard by her direct rejection, "The offer still stands, but yes, you may be excused. I suggest you think things over again, more thoroughly this time."

Sakura knew that was a politely worded threat but nodded before leaving the room. She burst into tears as she hurried upstairs to lock herself in the bathroom so she could properly hyperventilate without the chance of someone walking in.

'What do I do? Will they kill me if I refuse? If I leave town, will they put much effort into finding me?'

If she withdrew all of the money she had saved since being hired here, she'd have enough to relocate like when first arriving here. However, a job would immediately need to be found wherever she went to stay afloat. Turning on the sink faucet to mask the sounds of her crying, she washed her face and began forcing herself to calm down.

'I'll wait a few days so they don't suspect anything. Then, I'm gone.'

"What the hell was that? You didn't say anything to me about having her join!"

Sasuke was angry. No, more than that, he was pissed. It felt like the rug had been swept out from under his feet, and now he was flailing around, trying to catch his balance so he didn't fall.

"I don't recall ever needing your permission to make decisions on behalf of the family. Control yourself," Yahiko spoke calmly, but his gaze was ice.

Konan added, "Were you not the one who swore to kill the woman should she betray us? Don't pretend to care for her well-being now. If you did, you'd have never brought her here."

Nagato sat in silence, watching and listening to everything around him. He never was much of a talker.

The Uchiha man took a calming breath, 'If I don't get it together, they're going to do something about it. Simmer the fuck down, Man.' A moment later, he reopened his eyes into a firm stare upon the family leader, "Sakura will never agree to this."

Konan rested a hand on her husband's shoulder when he stepped toward Sasuke, his hand reaching into his back pocket for one of his weapons. The woman's eyes narrowed on him, "Either convince her to join us or find someone with the same skills and recruit them. You have a month before we take action."

As soon as Sasuke left that office, he had a strong urge to hit something. 'I can't talk to her now, or we'll fight, and it'll just make things worse.'

Deciding to blow off steam first, he left the house and went to Oasis for a drink. Once there, he sat at the bar, ignoring Kisame's curious glances as he drank whiskey and glared at the counter. Hours passed, the man becoming angrier as he got drunk rather than calming down when a vaguely familiar voice met his ear, "If it isn't the bully that got my friend fired. What's got you down, Handsome?"

He turned his head and saw the busty redhead that'd taken over after he and Sakura got into their argument and had also been at the club with her the night they almost hooked up.

Dark eyes swept over her appearance, the lowcut shirt and short skirt barely covering the woman's overbearing sexuality, before he tossed back the rest of his drink and averted his gaze, "Let's get out of here."

She smirked, leaning against the bar with zero restraint on her ogling, "I still have a few hours left of my shift, but-" "You came over here because you want me to fuck you, right? Tell Kakuzu you're leaving early, and I will."

Sasuke was angry at Yahiko, Konan, and himself. He was pissed that he cared so much about what happens to Sakura. 'I need to get laid. Then I can think with my fucking head and not my dick.'

Unconsciously, he tried to convince himself that doing this would make his feelings for the pink-haired woman disappear. So, the redhead drove them to the house. It was the first time he allowed any hook-up to enter his room or drive his vehicle.

He wasted no time with formalities once the door was closed and shoved her onto the bed with a glare. The redhead seemed to enjoy that and went along with things as they undressed, moaning when he thrusted into her. The sound made him angrier for some reason.

Continuing anyway, he looked over her abundant curves and faultless skin with hateful eyes. There was nothing wrong with her. In fact, she was sexier than the average woman. Not only that, but she didn't beat around the bush or play coy about wanting to hook up, which made things easier for all parties.

Sasuke's breath got stuck in his throat when, suddenly, a flash of Sakura's inebriated, turned-on face from the night of the party came over his vision, disappearing just as quickly.

Then he groaned because he was staring at this slut instead.

Becoming more irritated by the second, he turned her onto her hands and knees, pressing her down into the pillows so he wouldn't have to look at her face.

The Uchiha man straightened his spine, hands on her hips as he let his head fall back and closed his eyes, trying to imagine it was someone else, someone with gorgeous green eyes that were always full of tears. It immediately felt a hundred times better.

'Why the fuck is this happening? Why can't I even close my eyes without seeing her damn face?'

Karin, at least he's pretty sure that's her name, moaned louder as she tightened around his cock, which he didn't like because her voice wasn't nearly as pleasing to the ears as Sakura's.

"Shut up," he growled, leaning over her to cover her mouth with his hand, nearing his limit.

With closed eyes, Sasuke recalled the way it felt for her to straddle his hips, to kiss him like it was her god-given right, and found himself climaxing, the whore beneath him following his lead. The moment it was over, a massive wave of disgust washed over him, and he pulled out, and fell to lay on his back with his hands covering his face, cursing under his breath, "Fuck!"

Karin, breathing heavily, rested her chin on her crossed arms and mused, "You're a real mess, aren't you? It's pretty hot."

'She's pissing me off.' Sitting up, he tossed her clothes at her, "Get dressed."

The woman was understandably confused, "What?"

Sasuke finally lost his temper after hours of it boiling hotter, "I said get fucking dressed. Go home."

Sakura woke to the familiar sound of people hooking up, which wasn't unusual under this roof. What was surprising was that it came from Sasuke's room. Tears were in her eyes when she realized the man was sleeping with someone, which only upset her further.

'I feel like I'm going to puke. I don't want to hear this,' she thought, climbing out of bed and trudging her way to the bathroom to wait it out.

The Haruno woman was hurt. She was angry, and she had absolutely no idea why.

It was only a day ago that she realized they were friends. His sex life should mean nothing to her, so why was she sitting on the counter in a dark bathroom, trying not to cry?

Who was she kidding? Sakura knew the reason. She knew from the moment he comforted her when she was crying after missing the bus to Konoha that unwanted feelings were developing. It was just wishful thinking that she'd be able to protect herself, her heart.

'Why do I keep falling for people who are bad for me? Am I a masochist and just haven't realized it? Is it my self-hatred manifesting?'

She rubbed her eyes before taking a deep breath and standing with dread filling the pit of her stomach. It was then that she admitted only to herself, aloud, "I like him."

Ten minutes later, the woman headed back into the hallway, hoping not to hear any more unwelcome sounds from Sasuke's room. To her bewilderment, just as she reached for Zetsu's doorknob, the Uchiha man's bedroom opened, and out stepped a familiar face. Karin's hair and clothes were messy, and she appeared disgruntled. She almost walked right past Sakura but did a double take and froze.

The pink-haired girl breathed out, "Karin…?" Her eyes danced up to see Sasuke staring with wide, dark eyes in nothing but a pair of boxers.

"What are you doing here, Saku?" The redhead glanced back at the Uchiha man before going pink in the face, "Wait, are you guys together?"

'I can't believe he'd do it with one of my friends! That asshole!'

Tearing up, Sakura grabbed Karin's hand and began leading her downstairs without a second glance in his direction, "Come on. I'll walk you home."

The two women walked in an awkward silence for the entire half-hour walk to her and Ino's dorm, but when they arrived, Karin asked, "I'm right, aren't I? You two are together. I swear I didn't know, or I would've never gone home with him. Please believe me!"

Sakura wiped at the few tears that managed to slip past her control, trying to smile, "N-No, we're not, and even if we were, I know you'd never do something like that. I'm not angry."

"But….Sakura, you look like you just caught him cheating," the woman paused before laying a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "You like him, don't you?"

She couldn't hold it back anymore and burst into sobs, nodding with her hands over her mouth as she explained, "I don't want to like him. He only thinks about himself!"

So, the two women sat on the steps of the dorm building and talked a little before Sakura sighed and decided to call it a night, "Thank you for listening to me, and I'm sorry for being a big baby. I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?"

"Don't apologize. Men are shit. Text me when you get home so I know you made it."

With shivers trembling her entire body, the woman walked home slowly, not eager to find out if Sasuke was waiting up, 'If there was even the slightest chance of me doing anything with these feelings, it's gone now. It doesn't matter if he sees me the same way or not; sleeping with my friends is going too far. He knows that.'

She made the half-hour walk stretch into a forty-five-minute one before the house came into view. To her dismay, the man of the hour sat on the steps, coming to stand as she approached. The entire way home, she thought of what she'd say or do when next facing him, but instead, she tried to walk right past him.

He grabbed her arm, "Sakura, wait."

The woman snapped. She yanked the limb away, fixing him with a fiery glare, "Don't touch me." His eyes narrowed angrily, but she continued before he could respond, "How could you, Sasuke? Fuck whoever you want, but not my friends! Are you trying to hurt me? Is that it?"

"You know that's not what I want."

"Then what do you want? Because I can't tell anymore. I thought you wanted sex, and that's why you were being nice, but then it felt like you…. It felt like you actually cared, even if it was only a little bit." She was crying and almost yelling, but she didn't care.

Sasuke's glare didn't falter, and his voice raised to the same level as hers, "I don't fucking know, okay?"

Sakura's mouth closed at his outburst, the tears becoming thicker, 'I must've been holding onto a sliver of hope that he'd say the right thing, but I should've known better.'

Shaking her head, the woman turned and headed up the steps to the door, only for him to try stopping her again, "You're really going to walk away right now?"

"Don't talk to me."

The woman went inside, upstairs, and into Zetsu's room, where she turned to shut the door, only for Sasuke to grab it, dark eyes leering down at her as he bit, "Why are you so pissed off? We're not dating. We're not even sleeping together, Sakura! What is your problem?"

Hands fisted at her sides, Sakura hissed, "Friends!"

Sasuke's face fell as he shut the door behind him, and she sniffled but held his gaze firmly while speaking in a much quieter voice, "I thought we were friends. I thought you changed from how you were when we first met, but I was obviously wrong."

She covered her eyes, feeling humiliated, "I'm sorry for losing my temper. I misunderstood the situation, so I overreacted." Green eyes remained closed as the woman sighed after waiting to hear Sasuke leave, and it didn't happen, "Please leave me alone. I promise I won't do something like this again, so just go."

'I was a fool. He's probably standing there trying to figure out what to say so things aren't awkward between us for the rest of my contract.'

"Sakura."

Warmth ran through her body at the softer, desperate tone Sasuke used. Her hand fell slowly as she looked at him with wide eyes. He glared with a frown, but it wasn't hateful like she'd grown used to seeing. It was something else that couldn't be pinpointed. The woman's chin quivered as he stepped toward her, tensing up when he reached for her hand.

"Hit me if you get scared."

She opened her mouth to ask what he was talking about, only for him to swiftly close the distance between them and pull her into a deep kiss. His arms were tight around her middle, holding her firmly against him.

For a moment, she was swept up in the moment with a happy cloud in her head, only to realize what was happening and tear away, slapping him with all her might. He let go like she knew he would, a hand to his cheek and an expression that said he'd expected the hit but had hoped it wouldn't come.

Sakura's voice cracked as she whispered, "You have no idea what you're doing, do you?"

Sasuke didn't respond and just stared with that same look of bewilderment.

She stepped closer, gently slipping her hand beneath his to caress the reddened skin. 'I'm either about to make a good choice or the biggest mistake of my life.'

Searching his eyes silently, she guided his face lower so their noses brushed before saying, "If you kiss me again, that means you're serious. Don't do it if you plan to sleep with other girls or get rid of me when you get what you want."

His breath hitched, his eyes widening as she pulled back slightly.

Neither moved momentarily before she said, almost pleading, "Please, don't hurt me."

'I'm choosing to trust him right now. Sasuke, don't you dare make me regret it.'

To Sakura's relief, the man didn't immediately respond by moving away or kissing her. No, he stayed where he was, searching her face with his hand cupping hers on his cheek. He took the time to think about it, which was reassuring.

Then, he cautiously ran his fingers into her hair on the back of her head and held her still as he leaned in to press his lips to hers.

The kiss was slow and emotional, unlike anything the woman ever expected to experience from Sasuke Uchiha. He didn't even try to take things further. He just kissed her like it'd make up for all the suffering she's done because of him. It was breathtaking, filling Sakura's chest with electricity that made it challenging to inhale, but in a good way.

'For the first time in years, I don't feel even the slightest bit afraid.'

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[thetisming]

reasons i would make an absolutely fantastic Romeo:

*sits on bench, takes jacket off, leaves* THIS AINT A SONG FOR THE BROKENHEARTED! i know... it's super dope! i'm alive! and i came back for my wife! it's my life!! LOVE ME LIKE YOU DO, LO-LO-LOVE ME LIKE YOU DO, TOUCH ME LIKE YOU DO, TO-TO-TOUCH ME LIKE YOU DO, LOVE ME LIKE YOU DO, OHHHHH ........................... WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FORRRRRRR? 😃 i'm just gonna say, straight up, i forgive you! for not killing yourself when you thought i was dead? even though i killed myself when i thought YOU were dead? that's what i'm saying! it's all good, girl! you're not dead, i'm not dead (anymore), what matters is we can finally be together, as husband and wife! you need to chill, Benvolio Juliet? that's literally ALL i said! so, i'm banish-ed? DO NOT SAY BANISH-ED! YOU WANT TO CUT ME INTO LITTLE STARS?? LIKE WITH A KNIFE??? Juliet, you are the sun! arise, fair son, and kill the envious moon- it's true, i've been romantic with other people, but to be honest, i never had much else. i was never a prince, or a soldier, or an artist, or a fool... all i've ever been is... a sexy young man with a tight body and a lot of feelings! so... we're not in love... anymore? 🥺 sorry, i'm getting weirdly emotional! i just wish that i could start over, too, that i didn't have to live with my mistakes for the rest of my life! been young and stupid, i see it nowwwww Juliet, if you can look me in the eyes and tell me you dont love me, i will leave you to your new husband, and be happy for you. I CANT FEEL MY FACE WHEN IM WITH YOU, BUT I LOVE IT *crying (a lot)* love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you dooooooo i've always been more of a lover than a fighter... also i have no upper body strength... i honestly have no idea what i'm doing- *casually is the prettiest person in the history of ever* EVERYBODYYYYYYYY oh, this is very good! actually, she IS married! she's married to ME!!! she was supposed to be with me! i AM a douche! i'm a douche and a drama queen... i'm completely lame!!

Juliet! i have some words i would like to talk at you, Juliet! talking! i have some words i want to speak at you, Juliet, with my mouth! Juliet, you don't have to marry me, or stay married to me... well, it doesn't really matter what i want, does it? are you sure you want to be with me? sorry, why is it Juliet and Romeo and not Romeo and Juliet?

this is just off the top of my head idk if it's any good

#&j #& juliet #& juliet musical #romeo montague #this is genuinely all just off the top of my head i think i forgot a LOT of lines and probably got a lot wrong too #romeo #romeo (& juliet) #& juliet romeo #romeo &j

[l1tw1ck]

To Be Your Knight

Bottom!FTM!Diluc x Top!King Reader

[YRHS] [Part Two] | AFAB language used

Contains: Non-Con, Rough + Painful Sex, Blood

Words: 1,005 | Reader Discretion is Advised

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Today is a big day for Diluc, it's the last day of preparation for him to become your knight. He's ready for anything.

When you asked him to meet in your bedroom, he assumed that you'd be preparing him to handle an attack whilst you're asleep or something similar. Gods was he wrong.

Diluc opens the door with your permission, bowing and standing at the door waiting for your command.

You close the curtains. "Take off your armor and remove your vision."

Diluc doesn't understand but doesn't question his king, removing the metal garments one by one and gently placing them on the floor. He hesitates before lying his vision next to the pieces of armor.

You walk over to him, holding rope and duck tape. "I'm training you for if you ever get kidnapped. I want to see how well you can handle it."

Diluc nods and allows you to tie him up and tape his mouth. He doesn't see the sick grin growing on your face as you push him onto the bed.

You have the rope circled around his torso to disallow any movement of his upper body, however that's the only place you put rope around. For your own convenience.

"How will you get out of this my knight?" You smile, pulling your shirt over your head.

His feeling of safety quickly vanishes as he watches you strip down to nothing. He desperately tries to get out of the binds but fails.

You rip apart his pants, exposing his underwear. You mutter an amused 'oh' when you forcefully remove his boxers and you're greeted with a pretty puffy cunt. You spread his legs and admire him fully.

Diluc flushes red in both embarrassment and anger. He tries to kick you but your grip on his legs is too strong.

You bring your head towards his cunt, taking a lick to taste him. Diluc feels pathetic as you eat him out. He always saw himself as strong and trusted in his strength to be able to get out of a situation like this with ease but here he is, practically and unwillingly at your mercy.

For the first time in Barbatos knows how many years, Diluc cries.

He breaks out into sobs.

You pull away with a smile on your face. "I don't know if you're suited to be a knight if you cry this easily." You chuckle, pulling your pants down.

Diluc closes his eyes and thrashes around but his movements are halted by your strong hands. You use one hand to keep both of his legs in place as you align yourself with his entrance.

"It's going to be a lot more painful for you now Diluc." You say as you forcefully push yourself inside him, his cunt impossibly tight from the position he's in.

Diluc's sobs get more desperate as your cock deflowers him.

"I'm happy you saved yourself for me, my knight." You muse at the blood coating your length. "You should give up on fighting me, do you think anyone will help you?"

You rip the tape off. "If you yell, you're merely disturbing my people. Be quiet and allow your King to do as he pleases."

Diluc only sobs more as you violate his previously untouched cunt. He gasps every time you thrust in, the feeling always more painful than the last.

"No- no more- please." He finally speaks after what feels like forever to him.

"Shh, it'll be over once I'm satisfied." You move his legs apart and give him a peck on the forehead. "I suppose you'll give this all up? Despite all your hard work, you lose from this?"

Diluc looks at your expression through the blurred vision, barely managing to make out your pitying expression.

"Pathetic." You spit, smacking his clit. "You're quite pathetic, Diluc."

Calling him pathetic is like a slap to the face, he's not strong enough in your eyes. He's not worth anything to you anymore. Diluc turns his head to the side and stops sobbing, only crying quietly and trying to stop. He wants to be a knight, your knight, he really does. But is it worth it?

"I won't force you to endure it all. Just let me come and I'll let you go." You pick up the pace.

"No- no- don't.." Diluc isn't quite sure what he's asking for. For you to stop or for you to not give up on him?

A part of him wants you to stop and never touch him again but the other part wants you to reconsider, maybe not to keep fucking him but to still allow him to be your knight.

"I'm giving you compromise, don't be so ungrateful." You slap him.

"No- I-"

"Shut up."

Diluc's cheeks burn in shame.

Your thrusts get less rhythmic before you pull out. "If you don't want to get pregnant or walk out here covered in cum, you'll swallow." You grab his hair and bring him towards your dick. He opens his mouth meekly and allows you to shove it inside, thrusting a few times before sending a load of cum down his throat.

You move away and put your underwear back on. "Go down to my assistant, they'll be awake at this time, and tell them you failed." You remove the rope from Diluc.

"Wait- I- I'll let you do it, please...I just...I need this, please don't give up on me, I'm begging you!" Diluc grabs onto your arm.

He needs to be your knight, it's his father's will for Diluc to become the King's personal knight, he can't just accept this loss after all he's been through. After all he's done.

You chuckle. "Oh, Diluc, you failed. Maybe I'll let you retake this test in the future."

You get him dressed in the extra pair of pants you prepared and push him out the door with blood still seeping out of him.

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[shadowydreamlandwonderland]

The Rulers who Bargained with Death - chapter 12

Excerpt:

"Where can I find Gellert Grindelwald?", the stranger spoke in a quiet voice, that was quite pleasant despite the menace behind his words. Albus slowly rose from his seat; strong, overwhelming worry spreading through his chest along with adrenalin, as he discreetly took hold of the shaft of his wand in the deep pocket of his jacket.

"Who are you, sir?"

"Amory Richter, his attorney." The man looked intently into his eyes, a slight smile suddenly gracing his thin lips. "And you, I presume, are Albus Dumbledore? Yes, I've read a whole lot about the two of you in various newspapers, you see. I need you to tell me where Gellert is - right away."

Albus clenched his jaws so hard it hurt, felt how each beat of his heart vibrated through his tight chest, through his entire body. The feeling only added to the anxiety growing within him, and he tried to breathe as calmly as he could in an attempt to get his heart to beat slower, his brain to take in more oxygen. The breaths felt insufficient, though, did not seem to reach his lugns as he quietly gasped for air, spoke: "I can't do that, sir. Mr Grindelwald doesn't want to see you, right now."

"That is quite understandable, Mr Dumbledore, but I'm here about an important matter. It's of greatest importance to you as well, so you are free to join us. I can assure you that I don't have any bad intentions whatsoever. I only wish what is best for Gellert, Mr Dumbledore."

"I do apologize, sir, but..."

"Albus", a sharp voice cut him off from the door; a wonderful, familiar voice that instantly made a sense of strong relief spread through Albus, instantly made it easier to breathe. He exhaled shakily as Gellert quickly pushed his way past the man and hurried over to him, placed his strong hand against Albus' shoulder while he pointed the Elder Wand towards Richter; his gaze just as unwavering as his hand. "Stay away from him, Mr Richter. I advice you to leave, now."

A quiet laugh, and Richter slowly raised his hand in a reassuring, calming gesture, speaking quietly through barely-moving lips: "Gellert, please, let's not do this again. I don't wish any harm, for either of you. I was merely asking Mr Dumbledore where you were, but now that you're here the problem is solved. Why don't we just sit down and talk...?"

"No", Gellert interrupted loudly, decidedly, while his one hand still gripped Albus' shoulder hard. Albus could feel a slight tremor in it; despite the anger in his tone and look, the confidence with which he pointed the wand at Richter. He could tell how afraid he really was. "I don't want anything to do with you anymore, Mr Richter. You've betrayed me to my father so many times, and you're running his errands-"

"Gellert, please - I'm here to warn you about your father, not because he has asked me to come here. He would've probably killed me, if he learned that I was here", Richter spoke heavily, with a long, inscrutable look into Gellerts' dark eyes. He tentatively stepped closer to him and slowly lowered Gellerts' wand with his hand. A few seconds passed in silence, after that, during which they all stood completely still in the small compartment, frozen. Vinda had stood up from her seat, by now, and was clearly ready to draw her wand in less than a moment, should it be necessary, and Albus' own hand shook slightly where it hung at his side, tightly gripping his own wand. He quickly assessed Richter's strengths and weaknesses in a possible duel in his mind as the four of them simply stood there, looking at each other, without blinking; scared to miss the slightest hasty movement, the slightest indication of violence. With all factors included they had a clear upper hand, but Richter's greatest strength was that they were all in an environment where they could not use their magic unhindered. They would get into trouble with the French Ministry of Magic if they did anything - and that was undeniably a problem.

At the very last Gellert spoke: "Very well then. I shouldn't trust you, but I'm going to give you one last chance, and I suggest you use it wisely - because you'll never get another. Ms Rosier, could you leave us for a moment?"

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I really enjoyed writing this chapter! Things are heating up...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46108756/chapters/119211046

#dumbledore x grindelwald #grindeldore #albus dumbledore #young albus dumbledore #gellert grindelwald #young gellert grindelwald #albus x gellert #fanfiction #alternate universe #dark grindeldore

[ask-aurachnid]

Hey Frankie, you're athletic and shit, right? Like you were working out and doing parkour or whatever even before your spider bite. I just spent five weeks involuntarily on my ass and now I'm atrophied as fuck. So I'm working on a workout regimen to get back in shape as fast as I can. Got any tips?

-@ask-spider-man-61610

Hey Specs! Yeah, I got some. I'm not sure how much they'll help since I haven't used them post bite.

First off, you want reps, not weight. Presumably, you'll be running and swinging for longer distances. Web-swinging isn't exactly a sprint sport.

A lot of it is basic strength training. For legs, I'd say lots of squats and calf raises. I always liked doing them while watching TV cause I'd get distracted and set a new personal best.

Holding squats is also good. If you look up the "sally up" challenge you'll find a musical challenge that I love. If it gets to easy add like 5lbs (or however that translates to your spidery strength)

Working up the body to your core, just go fucking insane with planks, Russian twists, and crunches. You can also add in sculler sit ups and flutter kicks once you're ready! (I hate these, but they work)

For upper body, I love v-ups and chin ups. If you can't manage a chin-up at first, there are large elastic bands you can use to give you a little help. I also LOVE medicine ball slams and battle ropes. I hate pushups, but diamond pushups are good for your forearms. Also, don't neglect your grip-strength.

Nutrition wise, you should increase your calorie intake 1.5x, and consume a lot more protein. I have a 1000 cal smoothie recipe if you want it, but I'm not sure that it's kosher. Obviously you don't wanna bulk up too much, but you do want to have enough nutrients to "feed" your muscles so to speak.

Finally, cardio! Web swinging is, ofc, cardio, but if you're unsure that you can handle it yet, there's always running, which is really good for parkour in particular.

Glad you're not in a coma anymore, dude! Hope you recover quickly :D

#aurachnid answers #fellow webheads #specs #ooc: #honestly im so hyped to get to use all my athletic knowledge since my school cut my team

[griff-us]

Title: Free Fall

Pairing: Corvo Attano/Reader

Summary: You see him for him. He sees you as someone else. That doesn't stop you from falling for him.

General Warnings: Allusions to prostitution. Violence. Sex. Angst, so much of it.

Word Count: 2473

Notes: I've been craving some Corvo content and finally decided to make it myself. This is written with a black reader in mind, but I kept the reader very vague. I'll be taking liberties since I haven't played the games in ages and the lore is just massive. But I expect to have more lore accurate pieces as I. write more. This will probably be a two-parter! Excuse any mistakes, I didn't do too much editing. Likes and reblogs are appreciated, minors don't interact!

Called to the Devil and the Devil said quit Can't be bothered better handle your shit Keep about your wits man, keep about your wits Know yourself and who you came in with Can I sit down I've been hustling all day I can't even count how many souls I've made Off the same deal you on Remember, the Devil ain't a friend to no one But fine, true

**

He’s always been there; a distant figure shrouded in shadows. You thought it a coincidence or happenstance when you’d catch sight of him from the corner of your eyes; frame pressed against aging brick or perched on top of crumbling roof tiles. You never thought him odd, the Distillery District has always been overrun with criminals and strange people, that is until flyers began to circulate with his masked face—and a reward. It’s a wonder why a murderer would take a liking to you. Perhaps you were a target? That would surely complicate things, wouldn’t it?  Then again, men tended to flock to your little dilapidated apartment, all of them searching for the same thing. 

He shows one night; three quick wraps of his knuckles against the cracked glass of your window. You huff a sigh, hands scrambling for the candle at your bedside before shuffling towards the source of the noise. Freehand tugs back the curtain and there he is. Hands holding tight to the ledge. You stare blankly for a long moment, stunned at his upper body strength and—well intrigued beyond belief. 

“You know…” your tongue darts out to wet parted lips. “Most men use the stairs, hm?” he doesn’t say anything, and you try again. “It’s two coin an hour. Ten for the night. Weapons are to be left downstairs, and I won’t be feeding you.” he remains silent all the while weight shifts lightly, and a single hand rises to fish within his robes. The strange man drops a leather sack in the palm of your hand; far too heavy to be the requested amount. 

“I need not your services. Only somewhere to sleep and tend to my wound.” ah, so he can speak? You regard the man with slanted lips, and you think to turn him away. After all, he is a wanted killer; not to mention Slackjaw might get his trousers in a twist if he found out. But the weight in your hand is too good to pass up; you could have your clothes mended, and perhaps acquire a few extra meals for that poor boy on Clavering Boulevard. 

“Why come to me?” a reasonable question among many; after all, he has been following you the past few weeks, and now this?

“I helped the boy on Clavering the other day. He mentioned you; said you were a woman to trust.” Damn children, you would have to have a chat with him. A sigh heaves past your lips, and you move aside to let him in. 

“Shoes off please, there’s a plague about after all. I may be penniless but I rather not live like it.” the strange man does as you ask, frame hobbling slightly while he kicks heavy boots off. You watch while he lays them by the window. As he begins to disarm himself you find yourself in awe at the sheer number of weapons on his person. 

“You really do kill people then?” a scoff sounds from the other side of the room as you finally turn to quickly count the coin he had given you. It’s enough to last you months. “I’ll be back.” you don’t wait for an answer; feet pad against splintering wooden floors as you hurry down the stairs and to the kitchen. You wrap the coin purse in a rag and stuff it under the sink, just behind a false wall with other precious items. You’d find a better home for it later after he leaves. 

Teeth chew your full bottom lip, and you wonder if he’s eaten yet. Despite your warning earlier you can’t help but feel—grateful. With a grumble, you quickly put together a plate. Cheese, bread, fruit, and cured meat you had been saving for a rainy day. 

‘I imagine you’ll need nourishment to help your wounds—” you return to him upstairs, hip nudging open the door to your room. The man keeps a silent focus; his robe and shirt neatly folded on top of a shaky chair in the corner of the room. You watch quietly as he finished stitching closed a rather nasty gash on his side with help from the moonlight. 

“Here…” you set the plate by him and quickly snag a bottle of alcohol from under your pillow. “I haven’t a clean rag this may burn.” you make quick work of the cork with your teeth, freehand gently pushing against his torso so that you can get a better look at the wound. His skin is ice against your warm palms you swear he hums at the contact. You resist the urge to smile and make work by washing the wound carefully with small splashes of the liquid. He tenses, a hand falling to your shoulder as if to steady himself. You feel a flutter in your stomach that reverberates in the back of your throat. The feeling is pushed down and squashed nearly immediately; he is a murderer, an assassin. Best not to develop a childish crush on a man like him. 

“There you are.” once finished, you take a step back giving him space and taking a moment to admire the hardened frame before you. He’s yet to remove the mask, but you don’t push him to—killers need secret identities, don’t they? 

“Thank you.” you only nod, and motion to the extra mattress in the room. 

“You should rest.” the man hums in agreement, his frame sinking into the old padding, and you watch from your own makeshift bed as his body visibly deflates. His back is to you, and you trace the numerous scars and bruises that adorned his skin with your eyes. What a strange man indeed. 

***

The stranger is gone by morning; any trace of him from the night prior scrubbed from your home. Even the spare blanket sits folded atop the pillow just as you had them before. A shame you never got his name, not that he would give it. You can’t help but wonder who the strange is under that mask; quiet and gruff as he is—you can’t shake the way in which he treated you. Rather kind, far different from the typical treatment you’ve learned to endure from Slackjaw and his gangs of idiots. 

It doesn’t matter; your transaction with the stranger is complete, and you’ve coin to spend. Within fifteen minutes, you are washed, hair hastily pleated in a thick braid that hangs past your shoulders. With money tucked away within the pockets of your dress you make for Clavering. First a stop to the general store and then to see the boy and deliver him food for the week. His bright blue eyes shine wide when you present him with a basket full of meats and bread. 

“Remember to ration as I taught you, and keep this hidden from everyone, do you understand?” the boy nods enthusiastically, tiny fingers gripping tight to the beaten basket, and you send him off with an affectionate pat on his back. You stand there a moment watching as his small frame vanishes down the length of the ally, a smile on your lips. Head tilts, and your turn to peek up at the rooftops. A flash of shadows darts behind a half-fallen chimney, and you chuckle before continuing on with your daily chores and business. 

**

A week has passed; the sun has long ago set, and a customer has just left you. The house is empty, and silent, save for your snivels. There are times a rather unruly drunkard will call on you, and there are times when gentle is the last thing on their mind. You may have protection thanks to your deal with Slackjaw and his gang, but that only saves you from the law, and death—they still use you as they please. Fingers press to your swollen lip, crimson seeping from cracked and broken skin. You inhale sharply and cuss lowly. 

“Are you alright?” you hadn’t heard him slip in through the window, and you nearly jump from your skin at the sound of his voice. You turn quickly, and there he stands—your stranger. You quickly work to wipe away the tears that had begun to fall from tired eyes, nodding over and over as if to convince yourself. 

“Yes yes. Can you please knock like a normal person?” feet wobble as you stand, and he moves to help you keep your balance. “I said I’m fine!” words are laced with far more anger than you intended, and the strange man silently backs off. “What do you want? I’m not taking any more customers tonight.” 

“I—” you look up as he pauses a long moment, his mask making it impossible to discern any emotion from his face. “I’m not here for that. I came to see how you are doing.” 

“Just wonderful.” sarcasm bites at your tongue, and you turn to him fully. You sense his unease now that he can see the bruises that have already begun to blossom across your neck and cheek. Without a word, the stranger steps closer, a single hand-raising while fingers skim the warm skin of your cheek. 

“I should kill him.” 

You scoff, smacking his hand away. “Oh please. I haven't seen your face, I don’t know your name. What gives you the right?” it is impossible to hide the bitterness that seeps into your tone. The stranger says nothing, and finally, you snap. “Leave. Now.” you turn away from him, arms cross over your middle as if to hold yourself together just long enough until he is gone. There’s a long moment of silence followed only by his retreating steps toward the window. And one word—a name. 

“Corvo.” 

***

Two months pass; Slackjaw ends up getting himself killed. You’ve been spared the details but there’s no question in your mind who felled him. It’s both a gift and a curse; the gang leaves you alone, but with their absence comes the absence of money, and protection. Luckily enough, an old contact gets you into the Golden Cat, a renowned pleasure establishment for the more monetarily endowed citizens. Better coin, slightly better treatment. You’ve got your own room; four walls, a bed, and a dresser for your things. A single window looks out over the city and it’s nice in its own way. 

You haven't seen him since your last encounter—Corvo. Some nights you lay awake wondering what might have happened had you not told him to leave. Maybe he could have taken you away from it all. Maybe you could have stayed in that little hovel, spurred on only by his intermediate visits. They’re foolish, those thoughts. But you would be a liar if one man's kindness hadn’t won you over in the fastest fashion. 

It was only when you had begun working at the Golden Cat and were privy to the talk of politicians and the elite did you realize that it was most likely Corvo Attano that had wormed his way into your heart—-an empress's murderer. 

How foolish of you, you think one night while curled under thick blankets in the comfort of your tiny room. To become infatuated with a man whose face you’ve never seen, the man that murdered the empress and spiraled the empire into chaos. A sad sort of laugh falls from your lips while your head shakes. 

“What’s so funny?” that voice, and from nowhere. You bolt upright from bed, and there he is; stood in front of the open window. Silence follows while you battle with yourself; to hug him, curse him, or call a guard. 

“The bounty on your head could finally get me out of this life.” you decide to challenge him, but the waiver of your tone betrays you. 

“So call the guards.” his boots are silent against the wooden floors as he nears, and you watch while Corvo sits next to you. Silence grips the room firmly, neither of you too sure what to say. Finally, he speaks. “I didn’t murder her. I loved her.” Oh. “She was assassinated, and I have been framed for it. I am here to find her…our daughter. They have her hostage here. That is how I learned of your presence here.” How…sad, you think. How tragic. You reach out, fingers brushing against his neck, and you watch for any adverse reaction while manicured fingers slip beneath the mask perpetually strapped to his face. Corvo tenses while you do, but he allows you to unhook the latches at the side, and slip the metal from his face. 

Tired, hardened eyes stare back at you; laced with a grief not unknown to you. Your chest tightens, and you lean forward to hold his face in the palm of your hand. “You poor man.” His eyes close, frame leaning into your warm touch, and you feel as though your daydreams and longing have come true, but… “Why follow me, Corvo, why…why me?” 

“You remind me of her.” mumbled so softly; each word laced with heartbreak. It breaks you just a little; here you are infatuated with a man who dotes on you, in his own way, because you remind him of his dead lover. Foolish. You’ve been so foolish. 

“I—” you begin, but he cuts you off. 

“I have to bring her home tonight, my daughter. After I leave this place won’t be safe for you.” it dawns on you after a moment, and you grow cold. 

“You’re going to kill them?” 

“If I must.” he takes your hand, lips brushing against your knuckles, and it's a wonder how someone so adept at causing harm can be so—gentle. “Here.” Corvo turns his hand over in yours and places a cloth pouch in the center of your palm. “Leave tonight. Flee through the servants' entrance in the kitchens. Find work, find a home.” You stare in utter silence. He’s come again to uproot what little comfort you’ve managed to forge in this brutal world. To wreck your heart, and your home. Damn him. 

“What else is there for me, Corvo, but this life, hm? Who would—who would think twice of me?” He closes your fingers around the pouch. 

“I would, and I do. I think of you every day, and I would like to see you safe.” you tremble, gaze locked with his, and you nod. Corvo squeezes your hand tenderly, leaning down once more to press another feather-like kiss to the back of your hand. “Take care of yourself.” you chew your bottom lip, and only nod again—you fear the sob that may bubble forth if you dared to speak. He stands, mask fixed to his face once again, and quietly slips out into the hall. 

You sit there a long moment, a wild whirlwind of emotions taking hold. And it is only when you realize his words sounded like a goodbye do you allow yourself to sob.

#corvo attano #corvo attano/reader #corvo attano reader #corvo attano imagine #corvo attano/you #corvo attano you #dishonored #corvo attano dishonored #corvo dishonored

[iguana-braces]

1, 11, 18, 23, 43 and 70 for the super long ask game

My URL comes from some kind of insurance commercial that I vaguely overheard, a guy was asking his insurance agent if his kid's braces would be covered and then he asked about their iguana and all I heard/thought was "Why would an iguana need braces?" Therefore, iguana-braces.

11. I'm 24 as of this week!

18. I have a huge phobia of deep water. I used to be scared of swimming as a kid, but then I taught myself how to swim when I was like 12 and was really good at it for a while, but then I psyched myself out again and now I've given up on the whole thing. I love boats, but I can't think too hard about being on one because then I'm like "What if it sinks and I'm stuck out in this lake drowning and then some kind of giant fish in here tries to eat me" The ocean is even worse 😬

23. I consider myself pansexual if I gotta put a label on it. I like anyone and everyone!

43. I've never been arrested cuz I'm a little law-abiding citizen unfortunately

70. I haven't pole danced, but I definitely want to take one of those classes someday! Sadly I don't have any upper-body strength to speak of so I'll have to work out a bit more before I get there

#ask answered #blue-aconite #moots <3

[beommiya]

It was perhaps just a big series of unfortunate events that led him into this unlucky position. If perhaps he weren't Ian's main and best dealer, or if he hadn't been on that alley in that specific night, Kibum would've been back in his comfy bed by now, away from any dangers, safe and warm, instead of on a cold ass dirty floor, in a moldy basement God know where, covered in blood and with his body hurting like hell. However, his luck was that while he was a ruthless man, Xuan had a somewhat soft spot, so to speak, for people that stood their ground and withheld their pride even in the worst of scenarios, and that's what actually won Kibum his slight respect. The kid was tough, far tougher than Xuan would've expected. Sure, he had no idea that the reason why the boy hadn't started begging for mercy earlier was because he was physically unable to, but in his eyes, the fact that Kibum hadn't peed himself, crying and begging for his life the moment the two henchmen started beating him like a sack of potatoes, but took that beating like a champ instead, was kinda worthy of respect. And to even go as far as still defy him even now, when he was on the verge of passing out and collapsing from the pain? Gosh, someone get this young man a reward!

A snap of the green eyed man's fingers was enough to make the two brutes stop the beating, fists now hanging in mid air as if someone put the scene on pause. "Okay guys, I think it's enough. I only need him to look as if he's been through hours of torture, not fucking dead! You can back off now!" That said, the two henchmen pulled back from Kibum, after one of them picked up the chair and sat it back up straight so that Kibum would be facing Xuan. "If I'm satisfied? Yeah, I guess so. You look actually better than I could've hoped for! Your pathetic little beaten up puppy face will make for the perfect photos to send to your boss! I couldn't have been luckier than this! You make for the perfect torture subject AND you are your boss's most prized possession! It's like a buy two get one free deal!" The raven haired jokes and chuckles, taking in Kibum's view as if he was admiring a little work of art. "Listen, there's nothing personal. You were just unlucky to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time, that's all. If anything, if we would've met in other circumstances, things would've been like the total opposite of what they currently are now because, believe it or not, I kind of actually like you! You might be a junky, but you got a feisty attitude about yourself, boy, and one thing I respect is a person that really holds themselves strong no matter the circumstances!" He then starts moving to a corner of the basement, where a table had been concealed by the angle in which Kibum's chair was positioned. "Okay now, enough chit chattering. We have some photos to take and I don't have all day, so for now be a good boy and just... say cheese!" The cheerful tone in which Xuan says it it's almost like more salt adding insult to injury, as the man then starts taking photos of Kibum from all angles and positions, making sure to accentuate the blood and bruises covering up the entirety of Kibum's face and upper body.

His loyalty and devotion for Ian was his biggest strength right now. The last thread of sanity he was clinging onto for dear life. He could only imagine the disappointment on the man's face if he knew what was going on right now. That he was so stupid to allow himself to get kidnaped and treated this way. If Ian were here, he would blame it all on Kibum for being reckless, for having a big mouth and for always causing trouble. Heck, he would probably congratulate Xuan for teaching him a lesson. The plan was to make it out alive from this hell of a basement, hide for a while until his injuries heal completely and after that he could present himself in front of his boss. No, the idea of him seeing just how hideous Kibum looked like right now was more painful than any other injury. Ian was all about looks, the only reason he was keeping Kibum around like a dog besides his selling skills, hence why the man never hit his face, ever. If Kibum could be this loyal to the wrong person, one must wonder just how loyal he would be for the right one instead.

The current state he was in mentally didn't give him much opportunity to speak his mind any longer. He was feeling weak and the taste of blood was making him feel nauseous. The mocking was not helping either. He spat out the blood that pooled in his mouth, coughing as breathing was a rather difficult task still. "Just let me go..." he younger was trembling, sniffling, salty tears washing over the cuts on his face. He no longer had the strength to have a smart mouth, this time around he learned what it did to him. "I won't tell anyone...I will just tell him to change the location....just...stop this madness " all he wanted was to be back in Ian's arms where nothing could hurt him in the world any longer, making e mental note to behave for the rest of his life and never cause trouble to Ian ever again. "Don't send him the pictures..." he could not let Ian see him in such a dehumanizing position, no.

#dealer verse 2 #anon reply