#:) hey guys guess what. it's the mob

[cloudbattrolls]

The Waiting Game

This drabble is preceded by Picking Up The Pieces, and followed by Digging Deeper.

Stalking doesn’t look good on anyone. But I suppose she didn’t have a lot of other choices.

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Some time ago, Ullane developed small biotech constructs; often shaped like bugs, they are partially alive and can sustain themselves by consuming organic sources of fuel, but are equipped with small cameras and recording equipment. 

It is these she sends after the maroon, to silently observe him and relay the data back to her own computer for later viewing.

What she observes is fairly depressing, if not unexpected: Jixill lives poorly even for a rustblood, gambling frequently at various different locations, working out deals with trolls at them not break important bones of his.

With several of these trolls the discussions are predictably brief and angry. Then he meets with an anonymous caste, who speaks to him tersely, but politely. 

With a sinking feeling, the medic knows what this might mean.

Xrumon is with her as she watches this, commenting that investigations are rarely easy, and not just because god hates her sins.

Ullane throws a crumpled ball of paper at him and keeps watching her screen. Xrumon comments that having things thrown at him is just like being back on the force. 

She directs her bugs to follow the hemoanon instead; he enters a bar’s moderately nice backroom, with several games set up inside. Some people notice the bugs and fly paper is hung up; she intentionally loses a construct to said paper to keep up the ruse.

After some time, another hemoanon comes by, one completely covered in a scarf, thick coat, and bowler hat. This one checks in about Jixill’s debts now that he owes again, saying it’s fine to let them run up a bit more, and takes a paper envelope with them before leaving.

Crown clinic’s administrator shifts targets once more, directing her bugs to follow this troll as they depart.

The hemoanon continues to collect more envelopes from other anonymous trolls at similar locations, or by passing them by in the street.

Eventually they stop and sit on a park bench to read a newspaper, and a yellowblood sits next to them, browsing his phone. The hemoanon leaves after a few minutes, their pile of envelopes now by the yellowblood, who takes them with him as he too gets up and walks away.

The yellowblood, meandering, makes his way to a bank. Greigh and Poorzy Ltd., reads its sign, and it has only a sparse few trolls inside.

The man makes his deposit and leaves.

For all the world an innocuous bank transaction, in an extremely secure building that has screens in its vents to prevent bugs from getting further inside.

But Ullane, sighing, withdraws her constructs and tells them to come back.

She knows now; Jixill was paid off by the Grey Mob, an enemy of her former employer, QPIN. 

The medic can’t even feel wronged, given that while she rarely clashed with the mob directly, it was her - she and a few of her employees - who developed new weapons for the gangsters, right in crown clinic itself. 

It wasn’t work she ever enjoyed. But she did it regardless; she couldn’t refuse, and it allowed her to do the work she truly loved. 

Under her eye they made terrible things that melted skin and bone, custom-made diseases with no cure. Fungal daymares. 

All for QPIN to gain profit and territory.

It is no wonder one of their enemies has finally struck back.

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You see? Miss medic Wistim knew she was hardly a victim here. 

She'll become less of a victim still.

[pineconepie]

Parental yandere mafia dad who kidnaps you takes you in <3

TW: Mentions of death, platonic yandere, forced age regression, infantilization

...

You know this is stupid, but you have no choice in the matter.

The worst thing is, its not even your fault you're in this situation. A family member made some horrible choices with a huge, well-known mob, and they died before they could pay off the debt they owe.

So, it falls on your shoulders now.

They said if you could do some favors for them, they'd let you live a peaceful life and never bother you again.

But either way, it seemed like death was almost inevitable.

"Hey person who has no experience with mob bosses and cartels, go gather intel on one of the world's most feared mob boss without getting caught! We're sure you'll do great!"

You're sure they're aware you probably won't turn up alive.

That's besides the point. You had a job to do.

And this is why you've found yourself here, entering a huge building with obnoxiously bright neon lights, the air smelling heavily of alcohol.

Its both a casino and nightclub, you figure, as you see a few gambling tables along with a large dance floor, and a bar in the far back. The ground is a little sticky beneath your shoes, and some weirdo bumps into you, clearly drunk.

The guy they asked you to gather information about is none other than Vincent Brewer. From what you've heard, he's ruthless, sadistic, fearless, and loves to flaunt his wealth and success.

His group, Cryo, dabbles in a little bit of everything.

Selling guns, manufacturing weapons, running casinos, killing those that piss them off... All things like that.

So of course, you're terrified out of your mind.

But you manage to make it past the bouncer and enter inside.

Its a nice place, despite all the crimes you're sure happened here. A lot cleaner than you'd expect for such an area.

Almost immediately, you see none other than Vincent himself.

He has short blond hair, hazel-green eyes, and a black suit with a trench coat draped over his shoulders.

He's smirking as he talks to what you presume are other members of Cryo. Vincent is pretty well-known for that smile. It's rare he ever drops it.

You wonder if its because he genuinely finds joy in anything and everything or because he feels the need to come off as tough or domineering. Knowing how much power he wields, it's probably both.

There's no time to stand and stare, though.

You approach, pretending to be one of them, but before you can back out and regret your decisions, he already has his eye on you. You feel like a rabbit trying to convince a den of wolves that you're one of them. And this is the biggest, meanest, hungriest wolf in the world.

"Well, hello," Vincent says. His smile doesn't leave his face, but softens a tiny bit. He looks you up and down. "I don't believe we've met. Are you new?"

Your hands are clammy and trembling, but you put on a fake smile and offer to shake his hand. "Yeah! I'm... (Y/n)." For a moment, you hesitate, considering maybe you should give a fake name just in case, but looks like it's too late for that.

Now that you think about it, you're definitely sure you were sent on a death-mission. Those people didn't even give you proper training.

"(Y/n), huh?" Vincent asks, shaking your hand. He's got a firm grip, as you expected. "Nice to meet you, kiddo. You seem a bit young to be one of my recruits, though." He brushes some hair out of your face, making you tense.

"I guess I look a bit younger than I am," you mutter. "I'm an adult, if that's what you're worried about."

He laughs at that. "Well, that's good! I'd hate to hear how a kid ended up with us!" Then he ruffles your hair, which is a bit embarrassing, but he seems so nice about it that it's not unbearable. "You're just a baby compared to almost everyone in this room. I think I'll need to tell the employees to make sure you don't drink or gamble. That's for grown-ups."

You relax when you realize he's teasing you.

Maybe that's a good sign? "It's okay, I don't really do either of those often, anyway."

Vincent lets out another chuckle, putting a hand on your back, leading you through the crowds and towards where the tables are. There's lots of other people sitting, talking, drinking, laughing. Playing cards or chess or something like that.

Just a bunch of regular casino things.

So far, so good.

This might actually end up working out after all...

"So why exactly did you want to join us?" Vincent asks as he sits you down at one of the chairs, pulling his own chair up next to yours. "Come from a wealthy family? Orphans? Wanted to get off the streets?"

You rub the back of your neck awkwardly, thinking of a suitable lie you'll remember for later. "Ah... I needed the money... Medical bills and stuff. Don't have any family to rely on anymore. Thought maybe if I could save up enough money, I wouldn't need to worry anymore..."

It's kind of true. After you get the information, they said they would reward you with enough cash to pay off whatever was still owed.

But whether that will ever actually happen is yet to be seen.

The more pressing issue was how Vincent would react. So far, so good. He hasn't questioned anything. Just nodded his head sympathetically and hummed at your explanation.

You continue. "And plus, Cryo seems really cool. No pun intended."

"Well, that's nice of you to say," he replies with a laugh. "We try our best around here. You seem a little jittery, though. I hope I don't scare you, kiddo?"

"I mean..." You can't really admit the real reason without outing yourself. He sounds like a man that wants to be feared by everyone. "I think this is just a new environment to me. I don't do too well with crowds."

Vincent nods understandably, patting your shoulder. "Makes sense. It is kinda noisy in here, huh? Sorry about that. Normally we're not like this, but tonight is a party night since we made a pretty big deal recently, as you're aware."

You nod, pretending to know what he's talking about. "Oh, yeah, I heard about that." This means you've already failed step one of your task - being updated on current deals - but that's okay. There's plenty of time to get the intel later. Right?

His eyes darken slightly, but his smile never leaves. "And besides... Can't say we're the nicest group of folks, either." He pokes your cheek and laughs again. "I'm worried this might be too much for you."

"Really, its okay!" you argue. "I'm a lot tougher than I look, I swear!"

He snorts. "You look like a puppy surrounded by wolves. Even if you're tougher than you look, it makes you an easy target. People are gonna be more quick to try to take you out instead of someone bigger than them."

Is he insulting you or genuinely concerned? You hope he's joking and teasing again. "I'll prove I'm strong enough to fit in! You won't have to worry about me one bit. And I can help out Cryo a lot, I promise!" You don't know why you're getting defensive over his condescending tone.

Vincent only seems amused by it, more than he already was. He pinches your cheeks between his fingers, smiling sweetly down at you. "Ohh, I'm sure you're veerrry strong, sweetie."

He sounds patronizing, in that overly-sweet way, as if speaking to a toddler.

He rubs your cheek a few times before leaning back and releasing you. "I think I'll let you stay if you answer one question for me, how 'bout that?"

You nod. "Of course. Anything."

His smile becomes more sharp. "Who sent you?"

"W-what?" Your mouth feels dry. The whole mood shifts, and suddenly it feels much less welcoming, making your stomach churn in panic.

Did you get caught that easily? How did you mess up? Maybe he's just bluffing.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Vincent stares down at you, eyes now narrowed. "You aren't fooling anyone, doll. We have extensive background checks before any of our members can even begin to be considered eligible for recruitment. I personally meet every single one of our new recruits to approve them and remember all of their names. Not only that, but I lied about a recent deal. There was no recent deal."

Your heart starts beating faster in your chest. You feel cold sweat dripping from your forehead.

He saw through you so quickly. Does he already know why you're here?

If you lie again, you're not sure you'll make it out of here alive. "Scarlet Syndicate sent me. I owe them debt, I'm not part of them... please don't kill me."

The man snickers and leans back against his chair again. "Oh, you poor thing. Its pretty clear they aren't expecting you to come back to them with info. They probably sent you here to die or get lost and forgotten about. That's cruel, even by my standards. They set you up for failure." His voice softens up. "You're shaking..."

You're hyperventilating a little, panicking. "I don't wanna die."

Vincent coos at you gently, wrapping a secure arm around you and pulling you into his lap. "Shhh, shh, hey... relax, kiddo, I'm not gonna kill you... I would never hurt such a precious little sweetheart." He kisses your head. "Calm down. Breathe in, breathe out..."

You listen to him and do as instructed.

Taking in deep breaths through the nose, letting them out from your mouth slowly. He rubs gentle circles along your back until you relax against him. He secures you in a firm hold and lifts you up against his chest.

Even for a mob boss, he has an impressive amount of strength to carry you with almost no effort.

You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck.

He smirks at you again. "Aww... does baby wanna be carried everywhere now?" Though its teasing, its also affectionate. You find yourself nodding regardless.

Vincent walks out with you still in his arms, ignoring his colleagues' confused gazes. You can see the exit sign coming closer and closer.

Once you leave the building, he puts you inside a limousine with him, shutting the door behind. He gathers you in his arms after shedding his long beige trench coat, wrapping it around you and engulfing you like a blanket.

This man you hardly even know just called you 'baby.'

You're not quite sure what to make of that.

"Home," he tells the driver. And then he looks down at you. "You really are a little baby, huh?"

You don't know how to react to this sudden display of parental behavior, except stare in confusion.

He pulls you into his lap. "I always wanted a kid of my own, you know. But unfortunately, fate decided I couldn't have any of my own. Well, guess it doesn't matter now!" His eyes flicker across your face. "As soon as I saw you, I could tell you needed someone to take care of you. Like a dad."

"But..." you sniffle. "I'm not a kid."

"Maybe not physically, but I can tell mentally. And you should be grateful for that. I usually don't let any spies live long enough to see another day," Vincent says. "So what do we say?"

You hesitate. "...thank you?"

"You're very welcome, munchkin. When we get you home, we'll have some late dinner and then its bedtime for you," Vincent coos.

"I usually go to bed a lot later than this," you protest.

"Nope, not anymore," he argues back, petting your hair. "As much as I want to be the fun dad, rules are rules. Bedtime will be 8:30 PM for you everyday starting from now on, got it?"

You guess you don't really have a choice.

Not in a million years did you expect this outcome of you being caught spying, but hey, its better than death by gunshot!

The limousine stops outside a huge penthouse.

Vincent carries you out of the vehicle and holds your hand as he leads you to the elevators. Inside, there's a deskman who waves at him. You shyly wave back, a bit unsure.

"This is (Y/n). They'll be staying with me from now on," Vincent explains to him. "If you see them trying to leave without me, call security and tell them to escort them back to my place. And notify me."

"Yes, sir," he agrees, then looks back at you. "Nice to meet you (Y/n). I'm August. If you need anything, feel free to ask!"

You stare at him, then Vincent, dumbfounded.

Vincent pulls you along. "Come on, baby. Let's go home."

Inside the elevator, you're left in shock, speechless. It goes high up - the top floor - before arriving at a large, fancy room.

He unlocks the door to reveal his apartment.

The entire thing is covered with plush rugs, sleek furniture, shiny marble floors, beautiful lights... Everything you'd expect in a multi-millionaire's home, including but not limited to a grand piano sitting in the middle of the living room and two full-size couches in front of a flatscreen TV, and what looks to be some kind of bar or wine cabinet.

"You can explore more tomorrow," Vincent tells you. "Until then, let's get dinner over with and then bedtime. Tomorrow we can discuss how you want your room to look like, clothes, toys, that stuff. Sound good?"

"Yeah," you mumble in agreement.

Vincent sets you down on the sofa, where you watch him grab a remote off of the coffee table.

He turns on the television and flips through channels before settling on something he deemed suitable, which happens to be some sort of children's cartoon.

He begins cooking in the other room, and you're still in too much shock to even think of trying to escape.

This all feels so surreal.

Twenty minutes later, he calls you into the kitchen and has you sit down next to him while he serves you both food.

It's decent, his cooking skills aren't amazing, but decent. You don't mind eating it, though he does give you a stern look when you don't eat all your vegetables.

Afterwards, he guides you upstairs into what appears to be the guest room, saying he'll redecorate it to fit you later. He excuses himself for a moment, coming back with yellow silk pajamas for you to change into. You do so as he turns around to give you some privacy.

When you finish dressing up, he has you brush your teeth, then wash your hands thoroughly. Finally, he helps you climb into the bed, tucking you beneath the blankets.

You can't help but admit that the mattress is really nice.

Vincent smiles down at you kindly. "I'm glad we found each other today, kiddo." He kisses your forehead. "Dad will stay here until you fall asleep, yeah?"

Of course, you don't argue. He watches you like a hawk until eventually, you close your eyes and drift away.

[joshujihan23]

Accident

☆ pairing: bf!jeonghan x 14th member!reader

☆ genre: romance, protectiveness, slight angst

☆ synopsis: coming back to south korea from your world tour, the entire team got mobbed again, especially..

☆ author’s note: similar to a ‘svt pov’ i did on my tiktok! please do check it out<3

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after 5 gruelling hours in the plane, your body was slumped against the plane seat, snacking on a packet of chips while staring out of the window, with the only thing flooding your mind is the fear from the last time when all of you landed in korea.

when all of you got mobbed, pushed around, touched inappropriately, basically anything that can go wrong went wrong.

and you were absolutely traumatised by that.

letting out a shaky sigh, you felt someone’s hand rustling in your bag of chips.

you turned your head, to see jun, sneaking a hand into the plastic. you chuckled at that failed sneakiness of him, placing the bag in front of him.

“c’mon, just take them, i don’t really mind.” you whispered to him, the corner of your eye seeing that joshua was deep asleep beside jun.

the corners of his lips curved up into a smile, taking a piece of chip in his hand.

“thank you, but what’s on your mind? you seem.. distressed.” jun spoke, with a hint of worry in his voice.

you chuckled again, but this time with a sadder tone. you slumped your body against the backrest, looking up at the ceiling while crossing your arms.

“i guess i’m just worried about later. i’m scared that we will get mobbed again. what if someone falls? what if someone gets injured?” you sighed after that, closing your eyes for a moment, already imagining the situation.

jun nodded, understanding your concern. he placed a hand on top of yours, reassuring you.

“hey, the company promised that they’ll give us extra security. don’t worry, oppa will be here to protect you no matter what.” jun spoke with a soft, yet reassuring tone, letting the weight on your shoulders lift.

“yah, hands off my girlfriend.”

jun immediately withdrew his hand, peaking up at the person. by his voice and tone, you already know who’s talking.

jeonghan, your boyfriend.

his tall body stood in front of you and jun, while his gaze darted into your orbs.

you gulped slightly.

he didn’t take long to lean over you, blocking you from jun’s voice. you could feel jun roll his eyes and take his phone out of the seat pocket. jeonghan’s eyes were locked into yours, placing his hands on both your seat arms.

that was so hot. that thought crossed your mind.

he leaned down, brushing his lips against yours, before chuckling lowly.

“no flirting or touching other guys when i’m not there, princess, we’ve talked about this before, hm?” jeonghan whispered.

his deep voice, his messy hair, everything just messed with your head, making you forget about all your worries.

“i heard your concerns, baby. don’t worry, me, shuji, and the rest of us will protect you, trust me on this alright?” he placed a peck on your lips, smiling gently at you.

a rose tint appeared on your cheeks, making jeonghan ruffle your hair while chuckling at your reaction.

“has the plane ride did something to you? you’re blushing so easily~” he teased.

“shut up~” you rebutted.

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unbuckling your seatbelt, all of you have finally arrived at Incheon Airport. you were coiling up your wired headphones, when you felt something draped over you. you looked over your shoulder, to see jeonghan’s favourite jacket, wrapped around your shoulders.

“wear this, it’ll keep you warm, especially because it’s so cold outside. don’t want my princess to shiver up in the wilderness.”

you chuckled at his comment, putting on his jacket almost immediately.

“how about you? won’t you be cold?” you asked.

“i have your warmth to keep my warm.” he said, ruffling your hair while standing up.

you stared at him, observing his body language and judging by his tone, he’s being this sweet and being this flirty so that you can not worry so much about your thoughts and emotions.

that absolutely melted your heart.

jeonghan held onto your hand, helping you stand up as well, as the both of you followed behind the other members.

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upon clearing immigrations, your nerves were at an all time high again.

you were moments before facing the reporters and fans.

something you hadn’t actually mentally prepare yourself for.

you sighed softly, clasping your hands together.

“what’s wrong, y/n?”

you looked up, to see hoshi staring down at you with a confused yet concerned expression.

you sighed, holding onto your purse gently.

“i guess you can say i’m still worried about the incident last time, what if-”

“don’t worry, sunshine, we’ll keep you protected at all costs.”

you looked up, to see joshua standing there, his smile radiating even with his mask on.

the corners of your lips lifted slightly, the weight on your shoulders getting lifted once again.

after all, what could possibly go wrong?

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except it did, absolutely go all wrong.

upon coming out of the arrival gate, the entire group got swarmed by tens, or even hundreds of fans and reporters, the cameras and flashing lights making you squint your eyes.

you were standing behind seungkwan, who was trying to manoeuvre his way around the fans, while keeping an eye on the entire group.

after that, you felt someone holding onto your hand from behind.

“pass on the message: hold onto the hand of the person in front. instructions from coups hyung.”

you recognised that voice, it was dino.

you nodded, holding onto seungkwan’s hand almost immediately, whispering those instructions into his ear.

despite this protocol, you couldn’t escape the shoving and pushing by fans, who were stepping into your boundaries and bombarding your personal space, while shouting into your ears.

“Y/N-AHH”

“OH MY GOD SHE’S THERE! LET’S GO CLOSER.”

“Y/N-NIE LOOK HERE! SMILE FOR ME!!”

and that absolutely broke your sanity.

you clasped onto seungkwan’s hand tightly, seeking some comfort, hoping to calm down your panic.

noticing this, seungkwan leaned back slightly, squeezing your hand just as tightly.

“i know you’re scared, but please hang on for us, okay? just squeeze my hand, we’ll get out of here quickly.” he whispered gently to you.

not even a moment later, the manager shouted that the entrances were completely crowded with people, and that you had to stop.

however, just as you were about to stop in your tracks, you felt someone push you down, making you fall. around two or three fans tumbled on you, making you yelp in pain.

and that made everyone absolutely silent.

seeing this, the members immediately reacted.

“YAH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??” scoups screamed from the back.

“DO YOU LOT HAVE NO MANNERS??” minghao shouted.

joshua and mingyu started to shove the fans off of you, while dino helped you up, patting your back in order to calm you down.

“sorry, excuse me, moving through.” you heard someone’s voice said.

with dino and seungkwan helping you up, they were trying to comprehend how you were feeling, and making sure you were alright.

that’s when you felt an arm wrap around your torso, with a cap covering your head. a hand reached your head, pulling you onto his chest.

you recognised that scent. jeonghan.

you immediately started to calm down, your breath still ragged from the panic you just had.

and that made fans go wild, wanting to capture this rare moment that the fans didn’t really get a chance to see.

there was already some speculation about the relationship between you and jeonghan, and this moment confirmed every single rumor.

even more lights started to flash, making you start to panic even more.

you felt seungkwan wrapping his arms around you, hiding you from the fans and all the cameras around you, while the airport staff began to do crowd control.

one by one, the members started to surround you, making all of them embracing each other, trying to protect you.

after all, their first priority is their beloved maknae.

“Members, please proceed to the cars now.” you heard your manager shout.

hearing his voice, scoups immediately removed himself from the lot, so that he can usher the 13 of you into the cars.

“C’mon, let’s go, be careful on your way there.” he mentioned, watching everyone as they moved briskly to the cars.

jeonghan kept his arms around you, moving you along with him as the both of you entered the cars, along with the entire vocal unit.

he sat you down beside him, kneeling beside you so that he can check up on you.

he held onto your hand gently, trying to examine your facial expression.

and it explained how you were feeling almost immediately.

fear. you were frightened, and most importantly, very panicky.

jeonghan leaned towards you and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, trying his very best to comfort you. he sat right beside you, with his arm around your waist. he allowed you to lean your head on his shoulder, while you tried to calm your shaky breath.

“are you injured, sunshine? does it hurt?” you heard joshua ask.

you shook your head, not knowing the fact that you had an obvious cut on your knees.

handing over the first aid kit, woozi bent down towards your knees, helping you to treat your wounds. you hissed at the sting, but jeonghan’s touch and reassurance made you calm down almost immediately.

“i’ll report what happened to the general manager, we’ll make sure this will never happen again.” woozi said, as he placed a bandage on your injuries.

you nodded, while jeonghan drew a few circles on your waist.

“take a nap, princess, that will help you calm down and relax.” jeonghan mumbled into your ear.

you nodded again, your eyes closing subconsciously from tiredness. with jeonghan beside you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, you fell asleep within minutes.

at least you could get some calmness after such a disaster.

[undiscovered-horizon]

[Zoro is jealous of how impressed you are with another man's strength. A few insults and broken breezeblocks later, he makes sure he's the only man you have eyes on.]

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Roronoa Zoro is a man too busy to boast. He perceives his skills and attributes as a means to an end and not a goal in itself; achieving unmatched swordsmanship is but a method of becoming the world's greatest swordsman.

It's completely useless to waste one's potential only to earn fame and admiration. If one sees their abilities as a goal, they tend to abandon their growth once the goal is achieved, never discovering what they can really do. Therefore, boasting is a manmade border between the current state of things and the wonderful possibilities.

Or so he tells himself.

The crowd cheers again as the blue-haired boy breaks another stack of planks. Each time he adds one more obstacle, the mob of onlookers is sure that this time, he's bound to fail. They've been wrong so far.

Zoro and you have been watching the show from affair but only because you refused to walk away. Sure, on your adventures you have seen people or unimaginable skills and attributes. Nevertheless, the man on the makeshift stage is just that - a man. No Devil Fruit, no canons-for-arms or anything of this sort. Just a person with determination and years of practice.

"Damn, that's some strength," you say in awe. "It's amazing."

Zoro only scoffs, scowling while he stands with his arms crossed. "Come on, this is nothing."

"Oh, right, breaking a stack of five wooden planks with your bare fist is just a regular Tuesday, eh?"

"Definitely not for a twig like him," he answers while still glaring at the boastful plank-breaker. "A gust of wind could break his bones."

Something about his huffing and puffing doesn't sit right with you. After all, why does he care in the first place? Zoro is not the kind of person to be interested in things that are not directly connected to him. It's almost as if...

Is he jealous of the attention?

"You know what, Zoro?" When you turn to look at him, he notices the challenging glint in your eyes. You're up to no good, aren't you? "I'd love to see you try and break even one plank."

He scoffs again but this time he looks almost offended at the implication. "I wouldn't even get out of bed for one."

"That's not a good measure." You shake your head decisively. "It's already hard to make you get up." Then, an idea sparks in your thoughts - something he's sure not to reject. "Let's do it like this. If you can one-up that guy, I'll do whatever you want."

Zoro's brown eyes stare into yours with a new intensity. He seems to be trying to guess how serious you are about your promise. "Anything goes?" he asks suspiciously.

"Nothing that will tarnish my dignity." As a warning, you point your finger at him. "Or dirty my shirt."

Then, to your utmost satisfaction, he gives you a smirk beaming with confidence.

"You're going to regret this."

"I hope so," you answer.

He clenches his jaw at your frivolous tone, his mind racing in a thousand different directions at once. What do you mean you "hope to regret" your wager? What exactly do you think he'll ask of you?

No matter the answers to his questions, Zoro has found a new source of motivation inside him. He can ask anything. As nice as that sounds, and he's sure to let his imagination run amok, the more satisfying prize will be the look of awe you're bound to give him. If you're impressed with this boastful twig of a man, how dazzled will you be with Zoro when he beats him? Maybe you'll finally stop looking at other men like they're actually worth even a second of your time or a speck of your attention.

"Hey, wood boy!" Zoro exclaims at the top of his lungs while making his way through the excited crowd towards the makeshift stage. "Let's see who's stronger."

"A brave challenger appears!" The blue-haired man announces. Whispers erupt among the onlookers. "Or maybe he's stupid?" he directs his question at his fans. Then, when Zoro enters the stage, the man looks at him with a feeling of superiority smeared across his face. "I'll have you know, I'm the local champion."

Up close, the blue-haired man looks even less impressive than from the ground. He's rather scrawny compared to men of similar strength and he could definitely use a long bath. Zoro is almost offended that you'd look at this poser of a clown instead of him.

"Only local?" Zoro asks. He erupts in laughter, making his opponent's expression visibly falter. "Not much of a title. I've seen rocks bigger than this island."

The whispers turn into loud conversations as half of the crowd demands Zoro to take back his words and the other half begs for a showdown to see who's the true master between them.

"Ambitious!" the blue-haired man exclaims with fake casualness, clearly trying to hide his own uneasiness. "That's what I like to see. But I must warn you that breaking wood with the sheer power of your bare fist is neither easy nor simple. Are you sure you can manage?"

Zoro laughs again. His posture only grows with confidence while the other man seems to be becoming smaller with each of Zoro's insults. "Wood is for children."

The blue-haired man swallows nervously. Sweat trickles down his neck. "Alright then." He clasps his hands together, rubbing them to ease the arousing tension. "What do you propose?"

"Breezeblocks."

The crowd audibly gasps and you're not any different. To break something that can render someone unconscious, if not dead, without having to use much strength? Even for someone like Zoro, the suggestion seems more than audacious. True, you wanted to see him prove his bold talk but not break his hands.

But before the blue-haired man can protest or diverge the discussion, a group of eager men bring a load of breezeblocks on stage. Their eyes shine with impatience and desire to see uncommon strength as they take away the wooden boards and set up the first breezeblock for each of them to break. The hollow bricks are placed atop regular, clay bricks that the blue-haired man has used to lay the planks on.

With a light gesture of his hand, Zoro allows the apparent master to begin. The man stretches his arms and cracks his joints. Despite being visibly experienced in this art, there is a noticeable nervousness in his movements, too. As though he's not as confident as he was five minutes ago.

Measuring one or two times beforehand, the local champion slams his fists on the breezeblock. A muffled thud resounds and the crowd falls silent. Then, a loud grunt fills the tense air but not a speck of cement is lifted. The breeze block did not break but considering the agony on the man's face and the deep red of his hand, something surely did break.

Zoro laughs for the third time. Strangely enough, he seems almost suspiciously laid-back. He reaches for the blue-haired man's unbroken breezeblock and places it atop his. If the crowd was silent before, it's deathly quiet now. They don't even dare breathe, awaiting the resolution of this unforeseen wager.

His eyes meet yours and never stray as he punches the stack of breezeblock. They break, fall and crumble on the stagefloor. Zoro doesn't look phased in any way, nor does his hand look to be injured. Judging by his casual attitude, he can easily break a lot more than just two breezeblocks. Maybe one day he'll find out but not at the moment - that's not the point of his little show of strength.

Some people try to accost him or talk to him as he makes his way back to you but Zoro's usual glares and silence quickly mitigate their enthusiasm and soon the mob of onlookers just cheers among themselves.

"Alright, I'm impressed," you admit with a nod. "In capital letters."

"So, anything I want, huh?" He can't help the smile curving his lips. It's a big word that you've used - a little too big for Zoro's imagination because it too happily strayed in directions that might break his heart permanently if you reject him.

"I suppose you do deserve compensation for holding yet another title of a champion. The dreadful weight of success," you say in a dramatic tone. "Now, what is this 'anything' you've decided on?"

Truthfully, he hasn't decided yet. If this "more than friends, less than lovers" situation he has with you was a game of chess, he's just made his opening move. You played back and put him in a place where there are simply too many options to reconsider. So what choice does he have to make to have you in a checkmate?

[crowsofdarkness]

Arranged: Chapter Eleven

*gif not mine. credit to owner*

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, 18+ smut(ch 12 & ch 17), angst, fluff, mentions of death and violence. I will update the warnings with each chapter.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: If anyone who is interested wants to be tagged, let me know!

Tags: @sakuracyberhex

“Hi detective Roth, this is Y/N Barnes calling you again. I’m wondering if there are any updates in my parents' case. I haven’t heard anything in a couple of days. Call me when you can, thanks.” 

With a sigh, I pocketed my phone and adjusted my position on the couch. My laptop was perched on my lap as I scrolled through the few files of case notes that I did have, hoping something different would gain my attention that hadn’t before. 

After our fight last night, Bucky had retreated down to his office for a while and then he sneaked back into bed right before the sun rose. It was well into the afternoon as I had yet to see or hear from him, the door to his office being shut all day. I wondered if Bucky had taken what I said to heart about being off the hook with our marriage. As much as I didn't want to admit it, especially in front of him, I had begun to grow strong feelings for him. 

“Y/N?” 

I peered over my shoulder and smiled towards Steve. “Hey, where have you been all day?” 

Steve ran a hand through his long hair before sitting on the couch next to me. 

“Buck and I have been busy. I thought I could come check on you to see how you’re doing. I heard about your little side quest last night.” 

“I’m guessing Bucky bitched about it to you?” I closed my laptop and set it onto the table in front of me. 

He nodded. “He’s not mad at you, Y/N. He’s more upset at the fact that you lied to him.” 

“I had too. There was no way that he would let me go if he knew what I was doing.” 

“You don’t need to defend your choices to me,” Steve raised his hands up. “But Buck cares about you, that’s why he was so upset.” 

With a defeated sigh, I nodded. “Yeah, I know. I know.”

“Plus,” he bumped our shoulders together. “If you took me last night, I wouldn’t have ditched you the second the cops showed up.” 

I sat on top of my knees, fully facing Steve. “I can’t believe John did that! The second we heard the sirens, he was gone.” 

Steve and I shared a laugh but when a cough sounded from behind us, I saw another one of Bucky’s men leaning against the doorway. It was one of the newer guys; Sam Wilson. 

“Mrs. Barnes?” 

I cringed at his formality, realizing that this was the first time we had officially met. 

“Y/N is fine,” I gave him a warm smile. 

He returned it without hesitation. “Bucky wants you in his office; both of you guys.” 

Steve and I shared a look before we followed Sam down the long hallway to Bucky’s office and when we stepped inside, I couldn’t stop the way my feet froze at the sight in front of me.

Bucky sat at the large table in his office, Steve and Sam taking their respective spots next to him, and on the table was a variety of guns and stacks upon stacks of money. 

“Oh, I thought you wanted to see me,” I stated and began to back up. 

He leaned forward in his chair, arms resting onto the table. “Find any new information in the same files you’ve read before?” 

My shoulders dropped with Bucky’s words, him somehow knowing I had been staring into the case files all morning without him even leaving his office. 

“Nope,” I admitted. 

Bucky motioned for me to come towards him with a finger and I obliged, still unsure why he had all of this stuff laid out on the table. But I then noticed what was hiding underneath all of the guns and money; case files dealing with my parents, some that I had never laid eyes on. 

“How’d you get those?” I pointed. 

Steve stuffed the stacks of cash into a bag before locking them away into a safe that was built into the wall. He placed a large picture over it, concealing its placement. Sam had begun doing the same thing with the guns, only hiding them in a faulty floorboard and once they were hidden, he tossed the large rug back over it. 

“Okay, I’m starting to think I shouldn’t be seeing all of this,” I said and began to walk out. 

Bucky reached for my hand, halting my footsteps. “No, I wanted you here for a reason. Sit down.” 

He nodded towards the empty chair next to him and I obliged, hesitantly. 

“You’re not going to stop looking into your parents murder are you?”

I shook my head. 

Bucky handed me a thick folder that was filled with witness statements of people that had seen my parents all throughout their last day. It was the usual names that I had seen but there was one name that stuck out, one I had never seen before. 

“How did you get this?” I questioned. 

He remained silent but he didn’t need to tell me how. He unwittingly had connections in law enforcement and other mob bosses around New York that probably owed him a favor or two. 

“Wait,” the thought slammed into me. “Have you been looking into their case as well?” 

Bucky nodded. “We all have. 

My eyes shone with gratitude at the three men, especially towards Sam who hadn’t even met me yet and he was willing to help out. I voiced that to him and he gave a small chuckle. 

“You’re important to Bucky so it’s important to me.” 

I gazed over towards Bucky and placed a hand on his flesh arm. “Thank you for this. Even after what I said to you last night you still continued to work the case?” 

He brought my hand to his lips and left a firm kiss on my wedding ring. “I’d do anything for you, doll. You mentioned how I’m off the hook but I don’t see it that way. I agreed to the marriage for your parents but I’m staying because of you.” 

Tears pricked at my eyes but I blinked them away before they fell. 

“I’m sorry for last night,” I apologize with a deep breath. 

Bucky placed a tender kiss on my lips, my hands cradling his face. 

“All is forgiven, doll.” 

“Does this mean I get a little bit more insight on what you actually do behind closed doors?” I asked, hopeful. 

Bucky’s shoulder went rigid with hesitation. “Let’s agree that overtime I’ll fill you in. There are some things that I don’t want you to know for your-.” 

“My safety,” I finished with a nod. “I know.” 

Steve’s phone rang loudly in the room and as his eyes skimmed over the screen, his face fell. 

“Stark is at the front door requesting a meeting,” he informed Bucky. 

Bucky cursed under his breath and knowing this was going to be something I my eyes shouldn’t see or ears shouldn’t hear, I rose to my feet and gave him a quick kiss. 

“I’ll be in the living room if you need me.” 

With a soft pat to my ass, Bucky sent me on my way, but only to be stopped by Tony Stark who almost barreled himself into the office. 

“Well, hello there Mrs. Barnes.” He smirked. 

“Hello Mr. Stark. I was just leaving.” 

Tony quickly shook his head. “This will be quick and it pertains to you.” 

“It does?” I questioned. 

Bucky was fast to his feet and gently moved me behind him. “What do you want, Stark?” 

Tony pulled four golden envelopes out of his jacket before passing them out to each of us. Quick fingers worked to open it and my eyes doubled as I read the invitation. 

A gala in support of the newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. James Buchanan Barnes. Saturday the 23rd at eight pm. Formal attire only. 

I scoffed. “You’re throwing us a party?” 

“A celebratory gala since you two never had a wedding. All of our associates will be there, think of it as another way to get your product out there.” 

Bucky stiffened in front of me and I placed a gentle hand on his back. He eased into my touch only slightly. 

“Y/N can’t make it. She’s busy.” Bucky stated. 

I wanted to protest however with the way Bucky had clenched his jaw and the anger I felt radiating off of him, I realized that he really did not want me to come with. 

Tony tsked while adjusting the sunglasses on his face. “She’s the bride and guest of honor. Has to be there.” 

He bid us all a goodnight and once he was gone, Bucky slammed the door with a few choice curses. 

“Mother fucker did this on purpose!” 

I shook my head with utter confusion. “Why would he do this? Throw us a party? He barely knows me.” 

Steve ran a hand over his beard. “Bucky, he knows that if you bring her with you it's going to be a distraction for the buy. Anything Stark can do to make sure he gets a bigger cut.” 

My ears perked up. “Buy? For what?” 

Bucky placed his hands on his hip while keeping his gaze trained hard on the hardwood floor beneath our feet. 

“Is it even ready? Have we tested it?” Sam questioned. 

I grew even more annoyed that they continued to talk about whatever this product was in front of me but yet to fill me in on what exactly this product was that Bucky had been working on. 

“Can someone fill me in on what the hell you’re talking about?” I demanded while looking at each of them.

Bucky sighed before grabbing my hands. “I promise I will fill you in but not now.” 

My lips parted to interject but with the pleading look in Bucky’s eyes, I snapped them shut. He had been thrown off guard because of Tony’s surprise gala. The last thing he needed was me pestering him for more answers. 

So instead I placed a soft kiss on his cheek. “I’m holding you to that, Bucky.” 

I decided to leave the three of them amongst themselves, knowing that they needed some privacy to discuss whatever the next steps would be. 

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Jamil Viper - Room Relaxation Vignette

"Happy Birthday"

[Main Street]

Jamil: Hmm, the width of this street is much narrower than I thought… If it were to turn the corner here…

Ortho: Jamil Viper-san! What are you doing here of all places? The afternoon classes will begin soon.

Jamil: Ortho… Maybe you could hear me out.

Ortho: Th-That's a pretty serious look you got going on… Sure. If you're alright with it, I can listen to what you have to say…

Jamil: So, tomorrow is my birthday…

Ortho: Huh, your birthday!? Happy Birthday!

Jamil: Thanks. I'm happy to celebrate it, but because of it, I'm in a bit of a conundrum.

Jamil: Well... It seems that Kalim has been plotting something for my birthday.

Ortho: Eh, plotting something? Is he planning something ominous…!?

Jamil: So, after coaxing hints out of him, and gathering more info from other folks around me, I finally was able to piece together his plan.

Jamil: Apparently, he's been planning alongside my dormmates on throwing a birthday parade in my honor down main street.

Ortho: Oh, nice, that sounds fun. Isn't it a good thing that he wants to throw a parade?

Jamil: Seriously… Do you even get how expensive parades can be, not to mention the difficulties of pulling one of successfully?

Jamil: I was so worried about it, I stole a glance at their plans, and just as I expected, it's not well thought out at all.

Jamil: If, somehow, it was to be a disaster and he says, "let's try again tomorrow!" it could further inflate the costs and labor.

Jamil: Plus, I'm not supposed to know about it, so I can't stop it. If I try to run interference, they might try something else which would also be just as bad…!

Jamil: That's why I thought about what could be done to successfully pull this off quick and painlessly, while minimizing any damage Kalim and the others could do...

Jamil: Which is why I am now secretly examining the proposed parade route prior to the event.

Ortho: Eh. So, you're telling me that you're basically doing the prep work for your own parade…?

Jamil: Don't remind me… I'm feeling pretty embarrassed by it already…

Ortho: B-But hey, you're still excited for your birthday, right? Especially since it's your special day!

Jamil: ….Yeah, I guess it's okay. It's a day where I don't have to stress about so many things.

Ortho: Oh, hey, so, what about if you try to surprise everyone else during the parade instead?

Ortho: Maybe you could shoot off fireworks at the front of the parade, or try summoning something via magic!

Jamil: I see… I mean, it is pretty irritating to always be on the receiving end of surprises. Might not be bad to see their shocked faces.

Jamil: Thanks, Ortho. I'll think about it.

[Scarabia Dorm – Lounge]

Jamil: Alright, now. I think I'll put together my lunch for tomorrow before taking a shower… Hm? Oh, what are you guys still here for?

[Scarabia mob students stand there awkwardly]

Jamil: Eh, nothing? Don't worry about it? What's that plate you just tried to hi… No, nevermind.

Jamil: I know nothing. That's right, I know nothing… So, please… Please let things go as planned…!

Jamil: …Whew. Tomorrow's a busy day, so I guess I'll finish up what needs to be done, too.

[Scarabia Dorm – Jamil's Room]

Jamil: Ah, whew. Today was another full day…

[Scarabia Dorm – Jamil's Room]

[Jamil's roommate greets him]

Jamil: I'm back. …Yeah, that's right. There were so many people in the washroom that it took forever to take a shower.

Jamil: You were done pretty quickly, though… Oh, are you actually studying for once?

Jamil: What, because you're going to be busy tomorrow? Oh, so you're saying you're not studying because you want to… Nah, don't mind me, doesn't matter the reason, better you go ahead and do it.

[paper slips to the ground]

Jamil: Hey, you dropped something… Oh, right, the Headmaster did send out a notice earlier.

「Survey on Quality of Life Improvements for the Student Body」

Jamil: Quality of life improvements, huh. Then they should start with making the shower rooms bigge… Achoo!

Jamil: That's no good. I should dry my hair quickly before I catch a cold.

Jamil: Oh, I almost forgot, I received some hair milk from Najma for my birthday. I should apply some before drying.

Jamil: Urgh, the scent's pretty strong. What is this scent…? Lotus flowers? Oh, she should know this is way too fragrant for me!

Jamil: Is she just trying to mess with me even for my birthday? No, wait, she's more the type to have not put that much thought into it.

Jamil: I'll make sure to at least thank her… Before going back to my usual oils from tomorrow... Hey, I'm going to use the dryer.

Jamil: I can't really take my time drying my hair in the shared washroom. Especially since I require a lot more time…

[starts blow-drying hair]

Jamil: …Improvements, huh. Now that I think about it, I guess it could be useful to have a large standing mirror in the room.

Jamil: Whenever I'm setting my hair in the morning, it's pretty inconvenient that I can't see the back of my head. What I'd really like is a three-sided mirror.

Jamil: If I had known there wouldn't be one in these rooms, I probably would have brought one. Or maybe, I should write and request one.

Jamil: …Nah, it'll just get in my roommate's way. And I wouldn't want it to be used without permission… I dislike having to share my personal items.

Jamil: If I were to try and request some kind of new implement for the room, I think it'd have to be…

Jamil: A COMMERCIAL-GRADE REFRIGERATOR!!!

Jamil: That's exactly what I need! Ah, yes… It would be insanely convenient to have a refrigerator in my room!

Jamil: Sure, there is a fridge in the dorm kitchens, but it is a little too far from my room. Like, the last time I made ice cream…

Jamil: I'd have to wake up in the middle of the night and make countless trips back and forth to the kitchen to stir it. That was frustrating, especially since I was sleepy, and it's a good distance away.

Jamil: It'd be better if I had one in my room. And then I might as well also get a wide sink, stove and oven too…

Jamil: …Wait, that's basically a whole kitchen, huh? I guess it's not really something you'd put in a bedroom.

[finishes blow-drying hair]

Jamil: Alright, it's mostly dry now. I'll just apply some oil, and… done.

Jamil: Hey. Sorry for all the noise again today… WAIT, HUH, HE'S ALREADY ASLEEP EVEN THROUGH THE LOUD HAIR DRYER NOISE!?

Jamil: Geez, he doesn't have a care in the world, huh. I almost feel kind of jealous.

Jamil: Alright, then. Time to look over my notes and prepare for tomorrow, then go to sleep.

[Scarabia Dorm – Jamil's Room]

[alarm rings]

Jamil: Hrn… It's morning already… Yaaawn.

Jamil: I'm still sleepy… But there shouldn't be a crowd in the bathroom this early… I should go wash my face while it's empty…

Jamil: Whew. I feel more refreshed now that I've washed my face… I really do like it in the mornings, since no one else is around.

Jamil: Looks like my roommate is still sleeping, so I'll just go ahead and quickly finish up my appearance for today.

Jamil: I guess I'll start with my makeup. Hm… Yeah, I think I'll just go with my usual palette.

Jamil: First, my sunscreen and colored lip balm. And I'll need eyeliner… Ah, looks like it's almost gone.

Jamil: I still have some spares, but I'll have to make sure to buy some extra.

Jamil: It was a little frustrating when the last eyeliner I would always use took off on Magicam and became hard to find.

Jamil: It's annoying when you can't even keep using the cosmetics you like because they go out of stock.

Jamil: I'd rather they keep a consistent stock of their standard products, instead of trying to come out with new colors each season.

Jamil: I'll have to look for some other brands next time, something that's water proof, and won't come off even if I sweat from running or cooking.

Jamil: …Alright, I'm done. Next, I just need to set my hair.

Jamil: First, I'll take my hair oil and rub it into the ends of my hair to moisturize it… Good. Just from first glance, it doesn't look like there's any damaged strands.

Jamil: It's nice that ever since I've grown out my hair, I don't wake up to bed head, but… I never expected to have to spend this much time taking care of it.

Jamil: Letting it grow out may be easy to do, but it wouldn't do to let it go wild. Grooming it well should be the bare minimum of etiquette.

Jamil: Especially since I don't want to be seen as unsightly…. I'll just finish the braids with magic… And, done.

Jamil: …I've set it as perfectly as I normally do, but since today's my birthday, maybe I should try to spruce myself up just a little more than usual?

Jamil: Today should be a pretty long day, so I think I'll use a stronger eyeliner… Might not be bad to add a splash of color, too.

Jamil: Not only do I have the dorm party, but my clubmates have also reached out, and I promised to get together with my classmates, as well.

Jamil: …Ah, well. Looks like today is going to be one busy day. Heheh.

[Main Street]

[birthday celebration cheers]

Ortho: Ah, I spy Jamil Viper-san! Looks like he's having fun celebrating with everyone.

Ortho: Heheh… He was griping a lot yesterday, but he definitely seems like he's enjoying himself. He looks so happy!

Ortho: Hey, Jamil Viper-san! I'm here to celebrate, too. Happy Birthday!

Jamil: Hey, Ortho! You came all this way to join the celebration, too? Thanks, everyone.

Requested by @farfalla049.

[yuri-is-online]

Bro floyd is so handsome-

And he's weirdly the only twst character that I can describe as handsome??? Like every other character I like is either cute or pretty. Trey and leona might have been handsome to me at one point but I'm just. Not attracted to them yk? Even Jade! Jade is very pretty! He's my evil little wife! But floyd is like. The only one that's actually handsome, like in the traditional sense. At least to me he is. Just like. His mannerisms I guess... idk man he's cool as hell and weirdly reminiscent of dark vintage americana. Weirdest fucking aesthetic I can connect him to but fuck you I'm connecting them (national anthem demo 1 by lana. I was reading the lyrics and also the overall vibe of that specific version of the song just kind of cemented for me)

Idk dude sometime I just go into you inbox and dump out my twst thoughts with no real purpose or structure and this is one of those times 🦵...also it's 2 am so that probably has something to do with it. Good night Yuri!

The prequel to this ask and also still goodnight because it is rather late here rn

Floyd is very much a mob boss, old Americana, guy you obviously should not be attracted to but still everyone kind of understands why type of guy. He's handsome in italics, in a way that you giggle about and exaggeratedly wag your eyes because hey you could be joking.

He's that sort of handsome where most interested parties would ditch him after a weekend. Handsome in a way that sparks but doesn't start a fire, like one of his bad moods that's strong, horrible, and will do so much damage but is gone as soon as it's come on. Like a man desperate for a real connection and can't quite get it, who is looking into your eyes while it rains outside not saying anything but really wanting you to know it's real. Handsome like the guy who doesn't get the girl but everyone knows if the writer was paying attention to their own characters would have been the better choice.

Handsome in a way that's stammered out without a technicality offered by someone small, vulnerable, and foreign to everything he knows in more ways than just the one obvious fact who ignores all of that stuff. Handsome enough for the spark to catch and the connection to wrap itself around your waist and drag you into the ocean without a single scream because the part those stories often ignore is that there are people who would look at an eel three times there size and still "would."

He laughs, dizzyingly loud and all the things he is at once because what he thinks of you is much simpler than all of that. He thinks you're cute~ so cute he could just eat you up.

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . NAGI SEISHIRO ; — nagi’s never been one who cared about running late before, so why does he now?

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ warnings! none, fluff, early date scenario. ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! these random writing ideas are haunting me istg! why is my brain suddenly trying to work again :< back w my baby <3

nagi seishiro has never unnecessarily ran for anything in his life

call him a slacker, lazy.. he never felt the need to exceed more energy than required — always looking for ways to get him out of everything that he found bothersome.

so why is he running now? casting glances at the screen of his phone between strides because he said he’d meet you at 1pm and he’s got 3 minutes but he’s 5 minutes away. he can remember the way your smile twitched at the sides and the little, subtle glow your eyes held when you asked if he’d like to visit a new cafe with you and he shrugged his shoulders with his ‘kay. hes thankful that the messy mop of snowy hair that falls over his features helped to hide the way the tips of his ears flushed that day.

but why’s he remembering that now? what a pain.

nagi huffs as he slows at the crossing, panting softly before he’s tapping his phone screen again. he’s almost there but he’s sweating hard.. he could really go a bath, maybe he would’ve worn something a little lighter than his usual oversized clothes if he knew he was going to be running through the streets.

the crossing turns green & nagi’s off again, another few blocks—a few heavy breathes and it’s like a relief when he’s turns the corner to see you’re still there. still waiting.

“nagi?” you question suddenly as his tall figure shuffles its way towards you, his hair is more disheveled than usual and you think it’s amusing how suddenly wobbly he looks—urging you to reach to steady him as he catches his breath.

“ah, sorry..” nagi’s words are breathless as he finds himself leaning his weight onto you, just enough for him to balance himself before he takes another deep breath. “i think i’m gonna die.”

although you’re still curious.. and concerned, he could’ve been running from some mob or wild animal for all you know. “are you okay, what the hell?”

“nah, i kinda fell asleep.” nagi manages and you really try to hold in the giggle you can feel bubble through your throat. but you still let a grin twitch at your lips as he gives you a sleepy look.

“you’re only 2 minutes late.”

“ehhhh, really? so bothersome.” that’s when you really laugh as you feel him drape more of his weight on top of you, self-consciously you think.. but maybe it’s because he can just pass off the pinker flush of his skin right now to exhaustion but also a little embarrassment.

“oh, uh. i brought you this.“ nagi speaks again after a few more moments, reaching in to rummage around in his hoodie pocket before he’s pulling out a crumbled little package and placing it softly into your palms.

“a vitamin jelly?” you ask earnestly and there’s something charming about the way he shrugs before sending you a starry-eyed look then suddenly looks away when you meet it with your own.

“uh.. yeah, i thought you’d be hungry i guess. the store was busy so it was a hassle.”

“are you hungry?” it’s an honest question and you can see nagi humming it over in his mind for a few moments before he’s shrugging again, “a little. i’m sweaty, wanna take another nap now.”

although you think he seems a little perkier now as you let yourself grab onto the hem of his sweatshirt, urging him to follow behind you as you send him a pretty smile from over your shoulder that makes him burn.

“it was probably all the running, big guy. let’s get you some food.”

“hey, i just didn’t wanna make you wait.”

nagi thinks it was worth it though because you’re beautiful when you’re caught somewhere between a smile and a laugh— still holding onto the vitamin jelly he brought you and everytime his hand brushes against yours he can feel the urge to intertwine it with his own.

“are you sure you weren’t just excited to see me?” that really gets to him because he swears the rate of his heartbeat spikes like he just ran around tokyo twice, it’s unfamiliar—he’s not used to stuff like this. how’s he supposed to act? what does this even mean?

“don’t tease me, ‘ts no fair. ‘m too sleepy to fight back now. wanna carry me?” nagi drawls out lazily and he’s a little surprised when you actually laugh. another brush of his hand against yours as you walk and he thinks that maybe he’ll let it linger with the next one.

“no, but i can buy you lunch.”

“hm, ‘kay.”

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[scrawnyghstts]

OKAY I finished watching a playthrough of poppy ch4 and I need talk/vent about it because omfg . spoilers under the cut ofc

I am so upset and salty at how little of yarnaby we got and about the doctor's whole sequence. especially sawyer, he's been made such an important part of the lore and on the trailers just looked so cool and seemed like he'd be crucial this chapter and then??? i'm so disappointed T__T honestly, his sequence was so underwhelming, i didn't feel like it had much support in the flow of the story, the maze was ehhh the baba part was even worse imo, and then just killing him ?? for what??? one of your main villains??? like they didn't even, i don't know, left a blink of the eye on one of the hallways monitors as you leave, or better yet, don't kill the guy, freeze him, put him to sleep, electrocute him?? anything!?!? have yarnaby sacrifce himself for sawyer!!!! i'm so upset, and it's not that i want mob to do what I think they should but the story just felt so disjointed! you don't put this much lore importance into a character to kill him in one move ?!!?! like i'm sorry i can't be alone in this

Doey's story was done great though, really heartbreaking and awful but also cool and heart-warming when he was at his best. Clearly the focus went into Doey and that turned out great! but somehow that annoys me even more, that it was seemingly at the cost of other characters. I mean in chp3 everything felt more cohesive and each character was strong in its story I feel like so i guess a lot of me being upset comes from knowing that mob can do better idk

the final sequence had a lot of work put in too, the Ollie reveal was done right. great timing, the sound design too was so peak and the dialogues as well, I'm very impressed with that and ofc huggy coming back is hype, even though I like yarnaby more I get why you'd bring back your statement character for probably the final chapter to come

overall idk what to think about chapter 4 exactly, it didn't sweep me off my feet! that's for sure ;-; I also wished we would've gotten more of the nightmare critters the way we got for the smiling ones, like at leasts some cut outs!! because with how this chapter is I don't feel like it matters what critters are chasing you, it could've been all smiling critters for all i know and the story seemingly would've been the same which sucks imo

but hey I'll still try to polish the idea I have for my own critter because the concept is simply too cool

[ikebanaka]

Hey Oda quick question: what the fuck

“Yeah I guess Doflamingo (guy whose family was strung up on their house by an angry mob while it burned down) has bad memories of barbecue haha” <someone who is deeply unhinged

Followed by yeah, this one mink might be the only chance Chopper has to find love (because he’s only attracted to reindeer even if he’s into people for their character (said in previous sbs))

Then to wrap it up apparently Sabo grew out his hair to hide his scar because he’s not proud of it :)))

[aro-of-argentum]

Red Dahlia- Chapter 9

WC: 6,095

Notes: Jason and the reader finally talk about what happened, Jason tells reader about his past, the man is starved for affection and the reader is starting to help with that, Jason is a flirt, Reader makes a phone call to one Mr. Pennyworth. Most of this chapter is just conversations between the two of them.

Beta'd by: @teaspacebar

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Chapter 9:

Jason had stayed asleep for most of the day, even though the anesthetics were long worn off. You continued to give him pain meds every few hours, or whenever he started to fidget, and had been changing his bandages as needed. The total for you so far was 44 consecutive waking hours, but you found that no matter how exhausted you were, you couldn’t settle enough to sleep. You knew you needed to, and you wanted to, but each time you attempted to lie down on the couch for at least a nap, the worry that something might happen to Jason while you slept kept you awake.

Now, you had an almost empty IV bag of saline attached to your arm as you sat on the couch and flipped through channels with the television on mute to kill time until it ran out. You paused for a moment on a news story from Metropolis about Superman taking down some mob boss, apparently incredibly dangerous, before turning the TV off all together. You tried to convince yourself that you’d survive not sleeping until he got better, but at this point you felt like you could barely stand without an adrenaline rush, and you weren’t keeping anything down unless it came through the IV line.

A cough sounded from your bedroom followed by a strained, “Ow,” and you heaved a breath as you pulled the IV from your arm and rose from the couch. Jason was looking around the room confused when you entered, knocking on the slightly ajar door before stepping in.

“Hey,” was your tired greeting, paired with a soft smile. You were certain there was exhaustion all over your face, but you hoped he would be able to see relief there too. Most of what you could read on Jason’s face when he saw you was shock.

“Am I dead?” There was a concerned and almost panicked tone in his voice that struck at your heart.

You were quick to reassure him. “No. You’re in my apartment. You’re safe, and you are going to be okay.”

 He took a shaky breath in, stopping with a wince when he had to because of his damaged ribs. A hard swallow bobbed in his throat before he responded with a nod, “Okay.”

“Do you remember what happened?” You asked, cautiously taking a seat at the edge of the bed. “You didn’t tell me much.”

A flash of shame crossed his eyes. “I was ambushed. There were eight guys, and a couple of them had armor piercing ammo.”

You huffed. “Yeah, that I do know. I still have one on my counter.” You shook your head to yourself for a moment before you continued. “You’re probably the luckiest man alive to not have been hit in places I couldn’t fix here. No bones or organs…”

“That was probably on purpose actually.”

Your face scrunched in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“The guy I was after, Morgan Edge,” he clarified, “He doesn’t like to let people off the hook easy. He probably wanted to make sure I didn’t die too quickly.” Jason couldn’t watch the pain that crossed your face at that, so he averted his gaze and continued. “Edge usually only has to deal with Superman; was probably pissed I was snooping around.”

A flash of memory from the news just a moment ago appeared in your mind. “That’s the guy you were going after? And you didn’t have any back up or-”

“I was just supposed to be getting information from an old contact.” He interrupted gently and waited for you to nod in acceptance before he continued. “He must’ve heard I was coming for him; wanted to remove me from the equation, I guess.”

You nodded again, content to take any information he’d be willing to share, even if it meant hearing the details of his almost death.

“I remember being surrounded and getting shot… a few times. I took out everybody else in that alley, but I knew I didn’t have a lot of time, so I-” His eyes darted toward you and found you staring back at him. “I need you to know I didn’t come here expecting this.” He made a vague gesture toward himself with his hands. “I just needed to see you, I needed to apologize for-” He let his head drop back softly against the pillows bracing his back and closed his eyes for a moment. “I’m so sorry.”

“Jason, we don’t have to have that conversation right now. We can talk about it later, you’re still-”

“No.” He stopped you. “It’s been long enough. I was going to come see you after I got this mission taken care of anyway. We should talk.”

You shook your head slightly at the idea and looked at him directly before relenting to speak. “I’m still upset about all of it. I have guesses but no actual answers on why everything went down the way it did, and no matter how many times I tried to get ahold of you, you just-” You stopped, and clenched and unclenched your fists a couple of times to try to calm down.

Jason nodded in guilty admittance. “You’re right.”

Tears sprung to your eyes as emotions overwhelmed you. “You can’t do that to me again. We need to be able to talk about things. Even if it isn’t right away. But you can’t just disappear for a month. You made an assumption about how I felt, and I know I did the same, but when I tried to explain, you ignored me, and you left, and then you were just gone. For weeks.” Your voice was dripping with hurt as your eyes released the tears in them. “I didn’t know if I was ever going to see you again and it broke my fucking heart, and then out of nowhere you’re here, and you’re dying in my arms, and you’re telling me that you-” You cut yourself off with an angry scoff and your hands were quick to wipe your cheeks before you spoke again. “I just- You can’t do that again. You can’t.”

“I know.” He nodded again, not wanting to interrupt, but wanting to make sure you knew he was taking in your words. “I know, I’m sorry. I’m here now, though, and I’m not going anywhere.”

A halfhearted smile pulled at your lips at his playful gesture to his bandages, and you hung your head. “I just needed to know that you wanted to show me; that you weren’t just doing it because I’d all but asked you to.”

“No, Sweetheart. I’ve wanted you to know who I am for a long time.”

You brought your head back up, tilted slightly in question. “How long?”

“Halloween, I think. I realized I wanted to always walk you home, be able to hold your hand, and have you know I’m there. I’ve only been able to do that one other time under the mask… It’s not enough.” He gave a shrug with his right side as though the reason was obvious. “I was scared you would like the mystery of it all more than you would’ve wanted to know. I didn’t- I don’t,” He corrected himself, as he was acutely aware that he hadn’t actually clarified the next part of his sentence with you, “I don’t want you to be disappointed about me being the one under the helmet.”

Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head as you balked at him. “Right, sure, just an incredibly thoughtful, kind, smart, beautiful, enormous man under there. Jason Todd, anyone who would be disappointed to see you is out of their fucking mind.”

His eyes were wide as he stared at you. “Would you come here please?” He reached for you with his right hand and once you’d stepped close enough for him to get an okay grip, he pulled you down into the bed next to him. “I’m gonna kiss you.” He nodded as he said it and didn’t wait for a response before pulling your lips to his, threading his fingers over your hair at the back of your head.

The air was stolen from your lungs as Jason kissed you. It was slow and deliberate and all consuming, and when he finally pulled away, just enough to breathe, it took you a moment to come back to yourself.

“The dumbest fucking thing I ever did was thinking I could go the rest of my life without doing that again,” he whispered with his eyes still closed before pressing a short kiss to the corner of your mouth.

The sentiment and the action made you smile as you continued to lean into his space, trying desperately to make sure you weren’t accidentally going to mess up all the work you’d done to keep him alive. You moved to pull away, and when you felt him tense up, you kissed his cheek for reassurance. Once you felt him relax a bit, you sat upright again, though this time next to him, rather than at the foot of the bed. Your hand reached for his face, gently brushing over his cheek and carefully avoiding the bottom edge of the bandage on the side of his head. “I’m happy I know now.”

“Yeah?” A hopeful smile crossed his features.

“Yeah.” You smiled in return, eyes roaming over his face as you continued, “The full helmet is a good idea though.” Your fingers moved up to play with the white strands above his forehead. “The hair is a dead giveaway.”

A short chuckle escaped his chest before being cut off by a sharp inhale. The following grunt of discomfort reminded you why you’d come into the room in the first place.

“Right. One second.” You stood up from the bed too fast and got a rush in your head, but recovered quickly and were off to get the pain relievers from your cabinet. There wasn’t much of the prescription level meds left, meaning you’d either need to get ahold of more, or Jason would be switching to over-the-counter medication just days after being shot. When you returned to your room with the bottle in your hand, you found the man watching you through squinted eyes.

“What was that?”

You squinted in return, having assumed the answer fairly obvious. You held up the bottle and shook it a little. “Painkillers.”

“No, right before you left. You got dizzy; I saw you sway. Why?”

You shook your head to dismiss it. “Jason, I’m fine.”

He continued to stare you down as he asked, “Do you not know, or do you not want to tell me?” Jason waited a moment to give you time to respond. When you didn’t, he brought your own argument against you. “We’re trying to be better about talking about things, yeah?”

A sigh escaped you as you rolled your eyes at his insistence. “I’m a little dizzy because I’m down two units of blood.”

He immediately sat up straighter, looking almost comical to you as a person wrapped in bandages went into high alert. “What? Why? What happened?”

“You needed more than I had stocked up.” You pointed to where his IV was taped into his arm, one of the ports currently unoccupied by transfusion tubing.

Guilt flooded Jason’s face and posture. “Oh.” He deflated some, sitting back against the pillows once more. “Wait, how did you test for my blood type?”

You shrugged, “Didn’t need to, I’m O neg.”

“Huh, that’s lucky.”

“What do you mean?”

“I am too.”

“Hm.” You hummed in acceptance of the information. “I guess that’s good information to know, just in case.” You rattled the bottle in your hand slightly. “Do you want the meds?”

He seemed to consider it for a moment. “Are they going to put me out again?”

“They might,” You admitted.

“Then can I take them later, or is it going to fuck up a schedule?” He seemed to wince at his own request, as though hoping it wasn’t an overstep to ask.

You shook your head slightly. “The schedule is to make sure you don’t take too much too quickly. You can wait if you want but aren’t you in pain?” You questioned him with concern all through your face and voice.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to pass out again right now, I’d rather just deal with it.” He dismissed you without hesitation.

“Jason…”

The man’s heart ached at the pain he found in your expression. “I promise, I’m used to stuff like this.” He attempted to reassure you, “It’s not a big-”

“You’re used to being a single breath away from dead?” You interrupted him with the sarcastic question and were immediately caught off guard by his answer.

“I mean I was once before…” He mumbled. Jason’s attention snapped back up to you at the choked noise that you gave in response to his statement.

There were instant tears in your eyes. “What?” The word came out barely above a whisper.

Jason let the remaining breath in his lungs escape him as a sigh. “Do you remember when you asked me if I liked working with Batman, and I told you it was complicated?”

You blinked, still staring at him, almost afraid to move. “Yes.”

“I have some stuff I want to tell you. I’d love for you to come sit back down first, though, if you’re okay to.”

It took a moment for your brain to connect with the rest of your body and you were able to nod and wipe the tear that had fallen away from your cheek before gingerly sitting down next to Jason on your bed.

He told you everything. You listened intently as he spoke about his parents, how each of them died, and what his life was like afterward. He told you about stealing the tires off the Batmobile and eventually becoming the second Robin because of it, and about how he died in the uniform at the hands of the Joker only a couple of years later. The next thing he had memories of was training with the League of Assassins, though he also told you what he knew of his resurrection from being informed by others himself. He got around to how he ended back up in Gotham to avenge his own death, how he discovered that Batman had already taken a new Robin, and how he more or less ran the Gotham Underground for a time. You noticed his hesitation and shame around the details that involved him being a ruthless killer, and his attempts on Batman and the other vigilantes’ lives. Eventually he explained the deal he’d made with the Bat about being able to return to the “good guys” so long as he swore off killing. At this he seemed conflicted.

“And I don’t mind having to prove myself, I get it, I was one of his biggest problems for a while but fuck I’ve been doing my best with all of this for years now, and the old man still treats me like I’m going to explode at any second. I swear to God, he’s gotta have a muzzle stashed somewhere just in case, or probably a fucking kill-switch implanted in my brain for if I “go too far.”” He put up air quotes with his right hand for the last part of his sentence, and you got the feeling it was a phrase that had been used on him more than he’d like. Jason finally turned his head to face you for the first time since he started his biographic recounting and found you slowly bobbing your head up and down as you processed the information. “Well?”

You took another moment to consider your response before you decided on, ““Complicated” feels like an understatement.”

Jason snorted at your response and let his head drop back against the pillows situated behind him. “Yeah.”

Your hand crept to his, and once you found it, you were quick to lace your fingers through his, squeezing his hand as you spoke. “I’m glad you’re alive.”

He rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand. “Me too, Sweetheart.” For a moment Jason’s hesitance returned, a cloud of worry forming over his head. “I didn’t scare you off with all of that, did I?”

“No,” You responded immediately, softly. “It was a lot to take in, but I’m not going anywhere.”

A smirk crossed his face. “So, you’re gonna stay in bed with me all day?” He joked to try to relieve some of the pressure in the room. It worked.

“Oh, see now you’re pushing it.” You chuckled as you spoke. “Tragic backstory, I can handle, but cuddles? You’ve gone too far.”

“And here I thought we already had. Must have been nothing but a dream…” He tried to force a dramatic sigh and ended up gasping in pain instead.

“Jason!” You were immediately sat up and looking him over.

“I’m good, it’s fine, I just-” He hissed through his teeth as his right hand ghosted over the stitches in his left side.

“Okay,” was your confirmation with a nod and you were on your feet, rounding the corner of the bed to reach him.

Jason saw you coming and tried to intervene. “I said it’s fine, you don’t-”

“Stop it.” You swatted his hand away as you began to pull at the bandage over the site. Your tongue clicked in your mouth as you looked over the wounds in front of you. They were healing well so far for the most part, though clearly irritated by the amount of movement in the last few minutes. You looked back up to Jason’s face and found him looking at you curiously, as though waiting for your analysis. “You didn’t pull any of them out, but it is inflamed now, which means your pain is going to be worse. Would you please take the drugs?”

He nodded and gave a rough “Mm hmm, yeah.”

“Great.” You grabbed the bottle of painkillers, handed him two and a glass of water off the bedside table, no longer needing to dissolve them in his IV since he was awake. You also helped him sit up slightly so it would be easier for him to take them, and you found yourself absentmindedly rubbing his exposed back as you supported him. You waited as he downed the medicine and an additional sip of water before humming appreciatively. His eyes were softly closed, and you felt more of his weight lean into you, his body relaxing some at your touch. “You okay?”

“Feels good,” he responded, leaning further into you and resting his head against your collarbone.

It made your heart melt to see him being so openly affectionate, especially after everything he’d just told you about feeling so alone, but you wanted to reapply the compound on his stitches just to be safe, and for that, you needed to move. You pressed a kiss into his hair and whispered, “Baby, I can’t hold you like this forever, I still have stuff to do.”

“Oh,” A blush crept over Jason’s face as he realized how long he’d been pressed into you, and then at the realization of just how much he enjoyed you referring to him so endearingly. “Sorry…” he mumbled as he did his best to pull away.

“No, hey,” Your hand cupped his cheek as you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and then another. “It’s for you, and I’ll be right back.” You helped him lay back before leaving the room to retrieve the compound. In only a moment you were back and gently dabbing the plasma over the stitches in hopes it would soothe the irritation and help with scarring. As you pulled his bandages back in place and stood up, you fought and lost against a yawn.

“You’re tired.” Jason’s eyes snapped to your face as he realized for the first time that the circles under your eyes may have come from more than just the blood loss. It had to have been a rough couple of days for you since he got here. “How long has it been since you slept?”

You shrugged in accepted defeat. “Couple days. I just keep getting worried something’s going to happen while I’m out.”

Guilt covered Jason’s face. “You’re worried about me. Fuck, Sweetheart I’m sorry, that’s not fair.”

“Jason, it’s okay, I know you’re stable now, you’re coherent, you’re healing. I’m going to go try to take a nap on the couch after your meds kick in” You gestured over your shoulder toward the living room as you suggested it. “I’ll be-”

“You could stay.” He cut you off. The confusion on your face was clear to him so he clarified, “I’m in your bed anyway; you could sleep in here… with me.” He hoped he hadn’t crossed any boundaries with the suggestion. The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable. “I remember waking up with you here at one point, right?”

“Jay, you were hypothermic. And shivering. You needed the body heat.” You stated it matter-of-factly and Jason decided to try one more time.

“Sure, but it was nice, and I want-” He wanted to hold you so you could sleep; to take care of you like you were taking care of him. “What if I say I’m cold?”

With a snort of a laugh, you relented. “Okay, just a minute.” You left the room again, much to Jason’s dismay, but quickly returned, no longer wearing old scrubs. Instead, you were dressed in something very similar to what you were wearing the first time Jason saw you. It was a different shirt, though still oversized, and shorts that barely peeked out underneath.

He thought for a moment what you might look like wearing his t-shirt, but quickly shot the idea down when he realized how far his imagination would go if left unchecked. He carefully moved over a little on the bed, giving you room to sit next to him. “Here.”

You smiled, a soft exhale coming through your nose. “I still need to check your other stitches and fix your pillows.”

“Right, sure,” Jason’s neck and cheeks reddened in embarrassment at his eagerness. His eyes followed your movements as you reached for the blanket covering the lower half of his body.

“May I?” You asked cautiously, knowing that there was a new tension to examining the wound on his leg now that he was awake. You waited for his nod of approval before lifting the blanket and exposing his left leg, bare from the top of his thigh down. You’d needed to cut away his compression leggings to tend to the bullet hole there, and you hadn’t been embarrassed about it until now, when your hands were on his skin as he watched.

Jason’s eyes were trained unflinchingly on your hands as you carefully removed the bandage from the upper part of his thigh and spread more of the compound over it before replacing the covering. You skipped over the two in his side, having already checked them, and moved to the wound in his shoulder. Jason could only continue to watch your skilled fingers as they ran gently over his stitches, not feeling anything other than the slightest of pressure as the painkillers began to kick in. When you moved to check over the one on the side of his face, Jason could no longer see your hands and opted to watch your face instead. He admired the way your eyes focused and squinted slightly when you were concentrating, and the way your lips parted as though to whisper to yourself while you worked. He wanted to reach out and touch you, kiss you again.

“You’re staring.”

“Hmm?” Jason’s attention came back to the moment.

A small chuckle bubbled out of your chest and Jason found himself wishing he could hear the noise forever. “Have you always done this, and I just never caught it because your eyes were behind the mask?” You asked him, glancing up to make eye contact before returning your gaze to your task.

He hesitated to give an answer, unsure whether it would be better to tell you the truth or preserve his dignity. He decided to try for both. “I’d embarrass myself if I told you how often I spend time just looking at you.”

A shocked, “oh,” escaped you as heat flooded your cheeks at his admission. You recovered your composure quickly and decided that leveling the playing field was your best path forward. “At least now I know I don’t have to feel weird about doing the same thing.”

Jason’s eyes went wide for just a moment before his head tilted, eyebrow cocked, and a smirk danced across his lips. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, but you better put that attitude away. I still get to choose whether you make it through this.”

You had a finger raised in warning at him, but Jason only smiled as a bold idea entered his mind. “What?” he asked, maintaining eye contact as he wrapped his right hand around your outstretched one and planted a kiss to the inside of your wrist before he continued speaking. “Mostly naked and covered in scars and bandages not your type?”

Your breath caught in your throat for a moment as you looked down at him. His eyes seemed pleading, but you could see the glint of mischief there, and it took a moment before you were able to formulate a response. “Scars, sure. Bandages, no.” You gently pulled your wrist from his grasp to finish reattaching the bandage by his temple as you continued, “I’m not going to help you destroy all the work I put in to keep you alive.”

Jason waited until your work was done and you stepped away to clean up before he spoke again. “So, we’re just ignoring the “mostly naked” part?” He asked.

“We are if you still want me in that bed with you.” You put away supplies in your med kit as you responded to him, and once you were done you turned back around to face him. “Are you going to keep your hands to yourself?”

“Do I have to?” He questioned, smirk returning.

You laughed and your eyebrows shot up at his forwardness. “You’re in a mood, aren’t you?”

“You’re the one that gave me drugs, Sweetheart.” He made a dramatic show of shrugging his unwounded shoulder and lying back on the bed as you walked over to him again.

Adjusting his pillows under his left side to keep his injuries elevated, you joked, “Right, so remind me not to give you any more of those unless I’m also putting you to sleep.”

Jason shook his head slightly as he got comfortable. “No need. I’m tired, I’m just holding out for when you’re in here with me.”

When you walked around to the other side and pulled away the covers, Jason looked concerned. “What?” you asked him.

His eyes lingered for a moment on your bare legs. “You aren’t going to be cold?”

“While cuddling a six-foot-four radiator? Not something I’m worried about.”

You were hardly even in the bed before Jason had you dragged into his right side, and he wasn’t entirely sure your head was on the pillow yet when you fell asleep. He breathed as deep a sigh of relief as he could manage as he stared down at you, and a myriad of emotions ran through his mind. He was still angry with himself for having forced a month of separation, and guilty for the way he’d made you feel. But most of what he was able to focus on was the feeling of your body pressed up against his, your hand on his bare chest. You were real, and here, and you cared for him. This was how it should have been the entire time.

He felt sleep calling to him, so he adjusted slightly to press a kiss into the top of your head and whispered, “I love you,” before drifting off himself.

-

You woke up slowly the next morning, having slept all evening and through the night, and for a moment you felt heavy, until you realized it wasn’t your body weight you were feeling. At some point in the night, the two of you had adjusted, and Jason was laid face down on the left side of your body. His head was resting in the crook of your neck and his arm was draped over your abdomen as he snored lightly. You drew your arm up around him and began slowly carding your fingers through Jason’s hair as you laid beneath him. The snoring stopped and you heard a soft hum before you felt the man snuggle closer, his grip on you tightening.

“Good morning,” you cooed, a slight chuckle behind your words.

“Morning,” came the mumbled response before you heard his breathing begin to slow again.

“Would you move over, please?” You hoped he hadn’t fallen back asleep so quickly.

There was no verbal response as he instead squeezed your side and settled again, giving no indication that he intended to move.

“Jay, I need to get up, I need to pee.”

He groaned in protest but rolled slightly to pull his weight off of you, allowing you to get up. When you came back, he was more awake, resting on his side, and his eyes were still sleepy but open.

“Hey, Sweetheart.” The soft smile he gave you could have melted the Arctic.

“Hey,” you responded, sitting next to him on the bed and reaching to run the backs of your fingers along his cheek. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore mostly.” He tilted his head side to side for a moment as if considering something before he continued, “Otherwise, okay. Best morning I’ve had in a while.” His movements were slow as he reached to move your hand from his cheek, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “Thank you for staying with me last night.”

“Of course.” You smiled down at him for a moment before a thought you’d been meaning to bring up crossed into your mind. “Hey, I don’t want to ruin this moment,” you started, squeezing his hand to reassure yourself more than anything, “but I wanted to ask you if we should tell anyone you’re here? Maybe your family? Or-”

“Fuck.” Jason’s face dropped as though he was just realizing for the first time that he should let everyone know he was okay. He hadn’t checked in with anyone in almost three days, and given that Superman had taken care of Edge, they would have expected him home by now. He needed to let them know he was okay, or they’d start tearing the city apart looking for him (or his body). He couldn’t have Cassandra leading everyone to your apartment for clues, he didn’t want Bruce anywhere near you. “Fuck.”

“Jason?” You questioned, cautious, given the panic that was now all over his face.

“It’s fine, I just- I’m thinking.” His mind was nearly frantic as he ran through options. He didn’t have his phone, the communicators in his helmet were broken along with the trackers, and if he was being entirely honest with himself, the only person he trusted to not make a scene with all of this was, “Alfred.”

“What?”

Jason looked up to you, calm resurfacing on his features as he formulated his plan. “I need you to call my house, ask for Alfred Pennyworth, and tell him I’m okay.”

You quirked an eyebrow in confusion as you spoke. “You don’t want to talk to him?”

He shook his head. “There’s vocal recognition for the phone lines, if it hears my voice, it’ll alert Bruce and he’ll know everything. I don’t want him involved in this.”

To say you understood his reasoning would be a lie, but you agreed to make the call anyway.  He rattled off the number quickly but stopped you before you could press the dial button.

“Wait.” You froze when he spoke. “Don’t use your name, just say you’re Dahlia and he’ll know. And don’t give your address over the phone, tell him to ask Cassandra.”

“You’ve been keeping me a secret, but someone called Cassandra knows where I live, and Alfred knows me by the name Dahlia?” You questioned.

He nodded slowly and let out a small sigh before he clarified. “Cass is my sister. She saw me drop you off after our bike ride. Alfred is our butler, but also kind of like a grandfather, and he’s the one that got our bracelets made after I asked. The only other person who knows about you is my older brother Dick, but that doesn’t matter right now.”

“Is that everything?” Your thumb hovered over the screen as you asked, ready to call if he said yes.

“I’d love some clothes,” he said, motioning to the phone to ensure you knew he meant that he wanted you to ask Alfred for them.

You nodded and pushed the button to call.

-

Alfred was cooking breakfast for the family when he heard the phone ring. The children would all be awake soon and hungry, after the last day and a half scouring Metropolis for signs of Jason. They had found his motorcycle there, in a base belonging to Morgan Edge’s organization, and so had been tracking down its members in search of anyone who might know anything about the young master’s whereabouts. He put down his utensils and wiped his hands on the towel over his shoulder to ensure he would not dirty the telephone receiver as he picked it up.

“Wayne residence.”

“Hi, I’m calling to speak to Alfred Pennyworth?” He heard an unfamiliar woman’s voice come through the line. She seemed nervous.

“This is he. And to whom and I speaking?”

“I’m Dahlia.”

Alfred’s attention was no longer divided by the eggs he had been scrambling on the stove. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you. May I ask the reason for your call?”

“I wanted to let you know he’s safe and okay, he’s with me, and if you want to come see him, you’re welcome to, but you need to come alone.”

“I’m sorry?” His eyebrows lifted in surprise, not only at finding out Jason was alright, but also that the woman had the audacity to make demands regarding his presence.

“It’s his request,” Alfred heard the woman rush to justify. “He said he didn’t want everyone involved, and he trusts you to be discreet.”

“Ah.” The man’s protective bravado deflated somewhat as he was given clarification on Jason’s reasoning. “What is the address?”

“Cassandra knows where I live.”

He frowned at the game-playing involved but understood that Jason was likely the one instructing the woman away from giving any definitive information. “Right.”

“Oh, and Alfred?”

“Yes?”

“He’s asking for clothes, comfortable mostly, if you’re able.”

“Understood.”

“Thank you, Alfred.”

The phone clicked as the call was ended, and Alfred took a moment to process the conversation he’d just had. It seemed to him that the woman had been genuine, or else she would not have thanked him, or been at all polite. And if there was any ill intent, then surely, she would have asked for ransom right away, rather than clothing. And she would not have identified herself using the code name Jason had given her if it was not the woman Jason trusted so deeply as to have given her a direct line to him. Alfred resolved to do as he was asked and gather some of Jason’s clothes before going to investigate on his own.

He finished making breakfast for the rest of the family and served it before packing a small bag and excusing himself for the day, citing an appointment he’d “forgotten about.” He pulled Cassandra aside when she was done eating to retrieve the address. She had been more than happy to give it when she discovered that Alfred was “finally going to meet the girlfriend,” and seemed to already know that she was not to tell anyone where he was going. The man smiled to himself at the young adults’ conspiracy to keep secrets for one another. He knew that of the three eldest siblings, Cassandra certainly had the most amicable relationship with Bruce, but as much as she pretended otherwise, she loved her brothers more. Anything sworn to secrecy would stay that way, even from their father.

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I literally have 2 other mob psycho stories that I’ve been struggling with because I can’t decide if I hate them lol, enjoy what’s hopefully a part 1 of many! If you check out my Masterlist I have links to the other chapters, as well as release dates for those I have pending :]

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Reigen x Reader

Sweet As Pie

(Y/N) looked up from her book as the bell to the bakery chimed. “Welcome in, let me know if you- oh hey Mob!” She smiled at the sight of the boy, who stood next to an older gentleman.

Mob gave her a wave as he approached the counter. “Hello, Miss (Y/N). How have you been?”

She dramatically leaned back in her chair, with a hand over her heart. “Oh just heartbroken, my favorite customer left me for dead!” She dropped the charade, ruffling the boy’s hair before he could believe her act. “Kidding kidding, I’ve been okay. Who’s your friend?” Her gaze moved to the man in the suit beside Mob, who had been on the phone until a moment ago.

“This is Master Reigen, I work for him part-time. Master, this is (Y/N), she’s a really good baker! Ritsu and I have been coming to her shop for years.” She gave the man a smile, shaking his hand.

Reigen’s eyes lit up in recognition. “Ah, are you the one who made him cookies after his race?”

The women laughed, “Guilty as charged! I guess you ended up with some? I might have gone a little overboard when I heard how hard he’d been working.”

Reigen found himself paying more attention to the pastries in the case, with this new information. “He brought them to the office. Let me tell you, those cookies were life changing!”

(Y/N) smiled despite herself, flushing under his praise. “Aha I don’t know about all that, but I’m glad you liked them. What brings you two in, looking for anything in particular?”

Mob pointed to a tres-leches cake, “Master told me I did a good job and could pick a treat. We were passing by and I remembered this cake you make.”

She took the cake from the case. “Anything catching your eye, or do you need a recommendation?”

Reigen pondered the question, realizing he was kind of out of his element when it came to picking sweets. His stomach growled, much louder than he would have liked.

(Y/N) stifled a laugh. “Sounds like you’re more hungry than in the mood for sweets. You like beef, chicken, or pork?”

Reigen flushed at her observation, scratching the back of his head. “I guess beef?”

She smiled as she rung them up, packing up Mob’s cake, a few bao buns, and slipping in a few cookies as an extra gift. “Here you go! You guys have a good night.”

After making sure Mob got home, Reigen devoured the buns, realizing this was some of the best meat he’d had in his life. After tossing the wrapping for the buns he noticed the cookies hidden in the bottom of the bag. He smiled, pulling off the sticky note that read, “Hope the buns were just as life changing ;] Come back soon!”

The cookies were every bit as good as he remembered. Reigen stuck the note onto his fridge, knowing he most definitely would be back.

[cuntyhunty22]

•she rides•

Pairing : Clint x reader

Description : reader goes out for a night out, ends up having the "ride" of her life.

Tags : language, smut, sexual content , dry humping , knife play, p in v , creampie, age gap, daddy kink. (If I forgot anything plz tell me)

•

The 80s in Oakland was a time. You just moved over here in pursuit of a different life than a small town full of judgmental people. unfortunately it's just as bad here with the nazis and whatever other group that pops out of the woodwork. You aren't too sure where you fit though, like a cross between a hippie and a punk . you do frequent the local punk bar though. They have taken you in and have been so welcoming.

They have been dealing with a problem and they thought that was solved but recently things are happening. people Getting mugged leaving at night, the bar getting broke into, and last night a new crew showed up again. You debated on going tonight but your friend Tina said there was a meeting and they contacted a dude from the past who handles people. Guess she met him at the diner not too long ago. He was supposed to be retired but somehow they talked him into this. So you felt a bit at ease going.

•

You showed up, big platform boots, black leather skirt, cheetah print top. Big poofy hair. Tina is standing outside waiting for you. Hey you made it, didn't scare ya off yet. "Nope. There's a reason I fit here. Never back down from a fight." Atta girrllllll. Tina chuckles. Let's get you a drink. "Sounds great." It's pretty chill so far, band just playing people chit chatting amongst themselves. You stand there listening to Tina talk to the others just people watching when you notice a man walk in. obviously this is not his scene. Slicked back curly dark hair with pops of grey, flannel on and a leather jacket. Slightly Older man, but very very handsome.

Your attention is now fully on him. Hyper-fixated really. You tell Tina you were gonna go step outside for a smoke. She tells you to be careful and you flash her the dagger strapped to the garter under your skirt and you swear the man at the door was watching you. which honestly is exactly what you hoped for. He's still standing there by the entrance, the place is filling up to where it's people on people making you accidentally brush up against him as you go to step outside. "Sorry about that." You flash him a smile. All good. He looks you up and down.

You walk away from the building just a few steps then you had an idea.. he was now standing right outside the entrance door talking with some of the others..

"hey you got a light? Must of lost mine." The man walks over to you. Yeah sure here ya go. You put the cigarette to your lips and he lights it for you. His fingers accidentally brush your cheek. something about someone lighting your cigs for you has always been so intimate in a way. You kinda figured he was just gonna hand you the lighter but he didn't. I'm Clint

. "Hey nice to meet you." Clint.. Clint.. why is that name familiar. You were thinking and then you realized that's the mob enforcer.. the man Tina said that's handled a bunch of peopleHere in Oakland. the guy people hire when they need a problem solved.. you should be scared but you are the total opposite.

So Clint.. what brings you here? Doesn't necessarily seem like your scene."

I go where things take me, places I need to be.

"Ahh I see.. and why do you have to be here."

I guess my job tonight was to give a beautiful girl a light. He smirks at you.

"I see what you did there and it was clever I'll give you that."

He chuckles

Clever was brushing up against me in that tiny skirt sweetheart.

You smirk at him. "I have no clue what you are talking about Clint."

Clint moves closer to you his breath on your ear. The smell of alcohol, leather, cigarettes and cologne (pretty much sex) it's intoxicating.

I think you do, his hand trails to the small of your back pulling you closer to him. The touch alone sends shivers through your body and an ache between your thighs is growing. Life's been boring since you moved out here and you're craving some danger and excitement.

"Maybe take me somewhere and we can talk about whatever it is you think I did. You're the guy that handles things right? Handle me then Clint." Clint's eyes darkened looking at you.

Follow me.

•

You follow Clint to his car, he opens the door for you and you hop in. This man could kill you but that's the very least of what's on your mind. He turns on the car and drives to a secluded parking lot putting the car in park.

You look over to Clint as he lights up a cigarette. the strong features of his face, the light grey patch in his beard. The dim scars on his face. His big hands holding the cigarette and your minds trails off to what his hands would look like elsewhere.

Clint looks over to you no words just pulling you by your hips to the drivers seat.

Stratal me. You wanna brush up on me, come be all up on me then.

Clint looks at you as you do as your told. Your skirt riding up slightly to your hips. as you settle on to his lap the touch of his jeans to your mound that's hidden beneath sheer tights. You can feel him. How he's hard already and how he twitches when you move. You couldn't help yourself of the feeling of him beneath you. You start moving your hips back and forth dry humping him. The friction ignites a heat between you two. Clint uses his hand that doesn't have the cigarette in it to trail up your waist sliding under your shirt cupping your breast the touch making you arch back girding more on him feeling him stiffen even more in his jeans.

You lean slightly back and take your top off exposing your breasts, Clint pulls you closer kissing down your neck before taking your nipple into his mouth sucking on it then biting it slightly making you moan more than you anticipated.

"Fuck that feels good." You grind yourself more into Clint, feeling the pressure of his hard cock through his jeans on to you.

Damn pretty girl you rubbing on me so hard hmm you want this bad don't you.

He looks at you, taking another puff of his cigarette as you shamelessly continue grinding on him. the pressure on your clit but it's not enough you needed more.

Clint lifts you slightly, pushing up your skirt hand running up your thigh finding your dagger. Clint grabs the dagger tracing it lighty down your leg, the cold touch of the metal blade and the fact he could easily kill you with it has made you a whole different type of aroused.

"Fuck that's hot."

Clint trails the dagger back up your leg then across your pelvic area making you whimper. he stops there with the dagger he cuts a hole in your tights between your thighs.

Mhmmm needed these out of my way.

Clint rips the hole in the tights wide open reaching your panties. Grazing the outside he could feel how he's made you feel.

Sweet girl these are soaked...

he rubs the outside gently just applying enough pressure . you let out a whimper. "Clint" you moan. Clint moves your panties to the side using his ring finger he trails up and down in your wetness feeling exactly how he is making you feel. Clint grunts.

You wanted this didn't you ..

he's rubbing circles on your clit, eyes locked as he talks to you and puffs on his cigarette.

Sweet girl I'm old enough to be your daddy.. is that what you like huh ?

Clint inserts his ring finger prepping you for what he wants to do next.

"Yes ahh fuck. I do like that. Don't stop please." you're so tight. My cock is gonna stretch you out, but that's what you want isn't it.

Mhmmm it is...please.." Clint inserts another finger. She's clenchin on me baby, she wants to cum but not yet.

Clint unzips his jeans pulling out his rock hard cock. Clint takes himself into his fist pumping it.

Look at this sweetheart, look how hard you've made this old man, I wanted to rip that tight little skirt off of you as soon as I seen you.

Clint pulls his jeans down a bit making room for you.

Mhmmm you like rubbin on me so much.. sit on it. All of it.

You pull your self up, grabbing Clint's member rubbing it over your clit making you gush slightly on him.

Mhmm Nuh uh sweet girl what did I say huh? I said sit on it.

Clint plops you down making you taking all of him in at once

" oh my- mhmm fuck" Fuck I was right so fucking tight. You slowly start riding him, bouncing slightly up and down setting up a rhythm.

Yeah that's it baby, keep doing that. Good girl..

Clint puts his free hand on your hip guiding you up and down. It feels so good you can't even form sentences besides little moans.

Lean back so I can look at ya, but don't stop ridin me.

You do as your told and somehow Clint sinks deeper into your pussy.

God you're fucking beautiful taking that big cock.

"Am I daddy.? You like watching me ride you."

You are.. and fuck yeah I Do would be crazy if I didn't. Lean down here.

You lean forward touching Clint's face tracing the scars. Clint lips crash into yours after everything so far this was the first kiss he's laid on your lips. From there things escalate even more, his lips were a shock to your system, the taste of his lips the lingering taste of the cigarette, his tongue now invading your mouth swirling around with yours . pulling you in. messy needy kisses leading to clint sucking on your bottom lip. You are grinding up and down , your ass bouncing taking every inch of him inside you.

Yes sweet girl keep doing that... feels good don't it..

"yesss- ah so good"

keep going don't stop until I say.. Clint reaches over grabbing another cigarette lighting it, he then wraps his arm around your waist pinning you to his body.

Clint grunts. I bet those punk boys don't fill you like I do .. his lips on your ear. Do they sweet girl.? Do they fill that tight little pussy like I do?

"No.. no they don't.." you manage to form a sentence.

Clint takes a puff of his cigarette as he starts pushing his hips up pushing his cock even deeper making you stop for a moment.

What baby is it too much? You bit off more than you can chew? His voice raspy in your ear sending chills down your body..

"no"

no what?

"I need.. ah-god damn it."

Clint pushing up again.

If you need it so damn bad baby fucking ride me till you cum, you wanna cum don't you? Wanna cum on a real man's cock.?

"Yes."

You wanted me sweet girl.. now fucking take me.

You rotate your hips right where you need feeling every inch of his cock, reaching down to rub your clit.

Mhmm nope baby Clint says in your ear. Let me do that, cigarette still in one hand the other hand down on your bud circling it

Yes.. yes sweet girl you got it.. she's clinching.. mhmmm fuck yes..

"I'm s'close..Clint."

Yes sweet girl scream my name, I wanna hear it..

you lean back and that arch of your body sending Clint deeper sends you over the edge..

"my god yes Clint I'm coming, ahh-"

yes my sweet girl let it go I got you.. Clint grunts feeling accomplished you rode him to your climax.

Your body collapses on to him, Clint kisses your neck and you feel him still hard inside of you.

"Now let me take care of you."

Clint looks at you.

"How do you want it. Let me give you exactly what you want."

Clint throws the cigarette out the window his hands on both sides of your hips now holding you to where you can't move. he lifts his hips slamming into you over and over and over no release taking what he needs as he let you do. This was ruthless. Thrust after thrust after thrust. Your legs shaking. Body limp still strattling him. letting him just hold you there. Letting him use your body.

Clint growls. Fuck so good. I'm close sweet girl.

Your nails digging into his arms through his flannel.

Yes- uh- fuck it I'm cummin In you pussy too good too tight to pull out.

Clint thrusts a few more times and he fills you up with his seed. He lets out a big breath and throws his head back in relief.

So uh.. what's your plans for the rest of the night.? "Whatever you want my plans to be."

Okay. Back to my place then.

[ladykailitha]

Never Hold Back Your Step Part 4

One month later...

Sorry about that guys. Hopefully now that Batshit Soulmates and Not All That Glitters is Gold is coming to end next week, you'll get more of this story.

In this we have the relay race, Steve getting weird vibes from his teammates, and finally putting his foot down with Nancy.

Again Nancy will get worse before she gets better.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

****

Steve kept catching Ezra looking at him at the strangest times. It made something between his shoulder blades itch. Like it had back in the junkyard with the demodogs. Just that feeling of...not evil. But danger. He just couldn’t shake the feeling.

He stood behind the jump box and shook his arms loose. He hopped up and down on the balls of his feet trying to stay warmed up. All along the line the other competitors were doing the same.

He got into position and pulled his goggles down. Then the shot went off and they all dived in.

Steve was going up against his teammates for the individual events and knew that for this first one, he had it in the bag. Butterfly was his specialty. So he focused on beating them and not worry about the other competitors.

He knew his form was good, his strokes powerful. His breaths perfectly timed.

Before he knew it he was touching the end plate and getting out of the water.

He saw a couple other boys getting out of the water after him, but it was clear he had beaten them.

His coaches were cheering almost as loudly as the crowd was and Steve felt a sense of accomplishment, one that wasn’t tied to other worldly dimensions and protecting nosy ass teenagers from monsters. He smiled up at the stands and waved.

He took off his goggles and waited for the judges to read the results. A boy from Chicago was second and third place was from Minnesota. But Steve was the undisputed winner.

His teammates mobbed him, jumping on him and cheering.

He watched as his teammates won medals in their heats too. Then they called it for the boys for the day.

Steve hit the showers ready to get that oil slick feel of the chlorine off his skin. Grateful that the cap protected his hair.

He scrubbed his skin with the soap and again he could feel someone watching him, but this time when he looked up, he couldn’t tell who it was as there were so many people around.

It made his skin crawl. It was like sharing the shower room with Tommy and Billy all over again. An experience Steve would rather not repeat. But it wasn’t as though he could go to the coaches with anything, either. There was always going to be boys staring at you in the showers. It didn’t necessarily mean they were gay either. Hatred. Envy. Even curiosity.

He quickly got dressed and hurried out to his waiting friends.

Jeff put his arm around Steve’s shoulder. “Hey, are you okay?”

Steve looked behind him, but didn’t see anything. He nodded. “Just jumpy being so far away from home, I guess.”

Eddie frowned.

Wayne clapped his hands together. “All right, Jeff and I are going site-seeing this afternoon. You boys behave yourselves.”

“Never!” Eddie cackled.

Jeff gave him a high five. “The only way to be.”

Steve and Eddie watched as they walked away talking about all the places they were going to see.

“This about your comic, baby?” Eddie whispered.

Steve shook his head. “I’ll tell you all about it when we get to your hotel room.”

Once they were up in Eddie’s room, Steve flopped on the bed dramatically.

“I would give up sports all together if I didn’t think my dad would kill me if I tried.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “What do you mean, gorgeous?” He got up onto the bed next to Steve.

“Ever since I fell from popularity or lost my crown or whatever,” Steve grumbled, “it’s been really hostile in the locker rooms.”

Eddie laid down next to him. “Even with the swim guys?”

“Before this trip I wouldn’t have thought so,” Steve murmured. “But I’ve caught Ezra staring at me more than once and it’s making my skin crawl. And I’ve been feeling it when he’s not around, too. I don’t know, it might be in my head.”

Eddie pulled him close. “I doubt it’s in your head, Steve. I know you better than that. You wouldn’t be feeling it if there wasn’t something to it.”

Steve let out a sigh. “I guess.”

Eddie pressed his lips to the column of his throat. “I know just how to distract you.”

Steve hummed. “I was hoping you might.”

****

Steve stood in line for the final event. The 4x100 m/yd medley or relay swim. They were all bouncing on their toes, trying to shake off their nerves.

Steve was up third with the butterfly and Ezra was last with free style, with Nike and Lyle starting for back and breaststroke respectively.

Lyle was their weakest link, and being second, it could really hurt them if Steve couldn’t pick up time. Ezra was by far and away their best and fastest swimmer. His front crawl was incredible to watch.

Nick got up on the podium and readied himself for the starting shot. Steve nodded in approval. Nick’s stance was good.

BANG!

And they were off. Nick slicing through the water like a knife. He spun around and began the backstroke. He had an instinct that couldn’t be taught and that’s why he was the best at his part of the relay.

He touched the plate below the podium and Lyle was off, showcasing exactly why he was on the team. His broadstroke was good, but not great. What he was great at was getting off the starting podium at the precise moment Nick touched it.

Steve got up and focused on Lyle coming back down the length of the pool. Lyle was doing well, keeping up with the other teams and not losing any ground that Nick bought them.

He leapt in and all the roar of the crowd, the splashing of the other teams’ members, even the sound of his heart beat went away. It was just him and the water. No distractions, no worries, no fears, just the way the water flowed around him.

Each movement was flawless, breathtaking. Then he was touching the pad and Ezra was splashing into the water above him. He pulled himself out of the water and the world came rushing back in.

He was handled a towel and he began scrubbing his face so he could watch Ezra finish their heat. It really wasn’t even contest. Ezra turned before the other teams were even half way. Ezra would have to get a cramp and drown in order for them to catch up.

Something he obviously didn’t do. He tapped the panel and pulled himself out of the water. He looked up at the time clock with a frown. They had won. Of course they had, but even Steve could tell that hadn’t beaten the record.

Even though Steve and Ezra were co-captains, they had flipped a coin in the locker room to see who would be on the podium if they medalled. Ezra had won.

Steve smiled at his teammate. They had kicked ass.

They all hurried to get showered and changed so that they could celebrate with the people that had come to see them compete and their coaches.

Then they got the news. Nationals were going to be held in California that year in two weeks. They only had two weeks to raise the money to go all the way out to California and Steve felt in the pit of his stomach that Nancy was going to bring it up again. But he pushed it as far to the back of his mind as he could.

Now was the time celebrate.

All throughout dinner and as they got ready for bed Steve still felt like Ezra was watching him. It seemed less hostile then from when they were in the showers, but it still sent a chill down Steve spine as he tried to keep the conversation light with the other boy.

The next morning they all packed up, ready to go back to Hawkins.

It had been a fun trip, the weirdness with Ezra aside. Steve had a few medals to take home with him. A couple of golds, three silver, and a bronze. And they were going to Nationals. It had been one hell of a trip.

****

Of course, Nancy had made a fuss about them going to Nationals. She had ranted about it in the school newspaper again.

Even Tommy H stopped to ask him if Nancy had it out for him in particular after the article came out.

It was the first nice thing that Tommy had said in literal months. And the thing was, Steve didn’t know.

In fact Steve was speaking more to Jonathan at the moment than he was Nancy. A fact that hadn’t escaped him.

So he finally cornered her about it at her locker after school a couple of days after the article came out.

“Seriously, Nancy,” he growled. “What the hell is your problem with me?”

She straightened up. “My problem, Steve, is that you played with my heart for almost two years and I’m suddenly supposed to be okay that you’re dating a man?”

Steve looked around to make sure no one was around to hear that. He grabbed her arm and dragged her to an empty class room.

“Are you trying to get me beaten up?” he hissed. “First this campaign of yours against the swim team and now outing me in the middle of the fucking school, Jesus Christ!”

“Does Eddie know he’s dating a coward?”

Steve straightened up and squared his shoulders. “You’re jealous.”

She folded her arms and leaned back on one foot. “What? No I’m not.”

“You are!” he laughed. “This make so much more sense!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Steve leaned down into her space. “Oh but I do. You see, Nancy. Despite everything I did love you, but you never loved me. You’ve always been waiting for something better, for someone better and you moved on the instant you found it.”

“That’s not true!” Nancy hissed.

“You didn’t even wait until we had officially broken up to sleep with him for fuck’s sake!” Steve hissed back. “And now that I’ve found someone who loves me for who I am, you can’t deal with it. Because you want to remain as your second option. Well, I’m not some college you can fall back to when your first choice falls through. I’m a human being who just wanted you to love him.”

She stomped her foot angrily. “You don’t get to say that. You’re gay, Steve don’t give me this bullshit about loving me. Because you can’t.”

“I did love you, Nance,” Steve insisted. “Maybe I wasn’t sexually attracted to you, but we both got off and you know we did. Love isn’t just about romance and sex. There are other kinds. But I won’t let you continue to hurt me because you’re jealous.”

“What are you going to do about it?” she huffed.

“I’ll tell the journalism teacher that you have a vendetta against me and to talk you off writing sports,” he said with a shrug.

Nancy scoffed. “He wouldn’t do that.”

Steve tilted his head. “You’ll find I still be pretty persuasive when I want to be. And who is he going to believe? Co-captain of the swim team or little Miss Priss?”

Her jaw dropped.

“That’s what I thought.”

And he walked away.

****

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[mjrtaurus]

Modern dragodile but it’s divorce + co parenting

Crocodile a well known, well respected mob boss politician. Who owns a god chunk of the city, can be seen dining at exclusive clubs with the elite or taking his 7 yr old to school ( it’s a private school much to Dragons chagrin, he only agreed because of safety concerns)

Dragon runs a tattoo parlour in what is to be considered the worst part of town, although in the two blocks of his shop, queen ivas club and Kumas temple. You will be protected. He is usually spotted at parks, driving his motorbike, and almost always with his son.

There are privileged few who know that the lavish and Capitalist mob boss used to run in those two blocks that have been so generously nicknamed “dead end drop”

Even fewer know the small curled dragon behind his left ear was not an impulse decision at 18.

Exactly 2 people know that’s there’s a matching crocodile behind the left ear of one monkey d dragon.

Sir crocodile is know for his company, his image captured Almost weekly. His arm, fingers and even lips caught around giant blondes, stoic brunettes, body guards and once a blue haired performance artist.

Daz bones hides the smirk on his face as he hears his boss stomping around. Luffy had just spilled the beans that Dragon had been having a “friend” over.

“Who does he think he is? Bringing a- a- some tramp around?” Crocodile spits, “and around Luffy no less? Ooh.. when I get ahold of that bastard!”

Daz had no doubt that the “tramp” in question was an upstanding citizen who had been throughly vetted and Dragon had been seeing for a good amount of time now. The man did not play when it came to his son.

Crocodile liked company but he never mixed his nighttime partners with his life much less his child. Daz could respect that, he could however feel a little less respectful of his bosses behaviour now.

He had known, deep down when Crocodile realized Dragon was dating again there would be a.. adjustment period. (Personally he thought his boss should put on his big boy pants and admit he wasn’t over his ex, but he wasn’t paid enough to be a therapist)

“Charolette!?! You’re dating a Charolette?!?” Crocodile screeched into his phone. “And you’re letting him near Luffy?!?”

A quiet rumble responded, probably making some valid point.

Daz sighed and moved to Luffys room. He stuck his head into the mossy green inside. “Hey little man.” He called “everything good?”

Luffy threw his pillow into the air again and caught it. “Yeah.. I guess.” He blew his bangs out of his face. “Dad really likes Kata.”

The floor creaked slightly as Daz came to rest beside the messy bed littered with stuffed animals. “Do you?”

“Yeah.” Luffy scrunched his nose, “Shanks says that Baba is trying to make dad jealous but I don’t think he’s doing a good job because dad is just sad a lot.”

Daz sighed “you wanna sneak out and go to the aquarium?”

Shanks almost dropped his smoothie. “So you’re not doing this to make him jealous?!”

Dragon made a face that very clearly stated he would be pinching his forehead if he wasn’t currently sticking a needle in the redheads skin.

“Not everyone goes about their life trying to one up their ex.” He deadpanned. “Some of us have lives.”

“Touché big guy.” Shanks sat still for exactly 15 seconds before opening his mouth again. “So Katakuri.. is the purple natural.. or?”

“Nika above!” The metal side tray rattled as Dragon set down the tattoo gun. “I like him, for whatever reason he likes me! He actually gets along with Luffy and I don’t know! It’s just nice to have someone! How hard is that to understand?”

Shanks took a deliberate sip of his room temperature smoothie. “It’s not, we just all thought you and croc would get back together, that’s all.”

Dragon rolled his eyes, picking up his tattoo gun again. “Yeah well how long should I wait? It’s already been three years.” The hum of the machine purrs as the needle dips back into Shanks skin. “I- I can’t spend my life waiting for him to waltz through the door anymore, ok?”

(This was supposed to be more comedic I apologize)

Dragon can convince most people that he’s over it. That he’s cut his ties and moved on with his life. That he’s fine.

But Katakuri isn’t must people. Those mulberry colored eyes- purple like his, but in a different hue- don’t miss much. Sometimes they unnerve Dragon with just how much of him they can see.

They’d been on a little date. Nothing special, just a stay-at-home dinner and a movie night. They’d been getting ready to curl up on the couch and turn on the TV when Crocodile called, hissing and spitting like the tomcats that Dragon will sometimes hear fighting outside in the middle of the night.

Tonight of all nights…

He knew he probably should have let Crocodile know that he was dating again. With joint custody of Luffy, it was a fair thing for his ex to be angry over. But he and Katakuri had kind of just happened out of the blue. Even Dragon was still coming to terms with it.

“Do you even know how fucking psychotic that family is?” Crocodile growls, making the older man flinch on the other end of the line. There isn’t any way that Katakuri hadn’t heard that.

“I know you have issues with his mom, Hell, I do too, but Kata’s not like tha-…” Dragon can barely get a word in before Crocodile is ripping through his argument.

“Yes, I have a lot of issues with his mom, and I have issues with him, too! He bends over backwards for that hag, and you think he’s safe enough to bring around Luffy? I can’t fucking believe you!”

Without Crocodile there in the flesh, Dragon can’t read the body language. He can’t tell over the phone if the man’s anger is more from jealousy or concern. It really doesn’t help that his concern has always been aggressive.

“Wani, Luffy barely smiles anymore.” And that was the heart of the issue, wasn’t it? Luffy.

If it was just him and Crocodile, they would have had a few choice words and a bit of petty jealousy to throw around, but with Luffy… it complicated things.

“We keep fighting like this when we think he can’t hear, but he does. He always does… I can’t do that to him anymore.” Dragon is sure that somewhere on the other end of the line there might be little ears listening. Unless Daz has stepped in to get him away from all that. Dragon needs to hug the man’s neck the next time he sees him.

“And what makes you think you and that big bastard won’t start fighting the second his mother wants him to ditch you?” Crocodile hisses, though with far less fire than before.

“If that happens, I know he’ll at least give Luffy and I the decency to break it off quick and clean instead of… whatever the hell this is.” He was tired. So, so tired.

For a minute, he thinks Crocodile has ended the call or cut out form shitty reception or… something. But when he spoke again, it was in a tone he had heard only rarely.

Soft. Vulnerable. Every barrier broken down and cleared away. Defenseless as the day Dragon had first told him he loved him.

“Does he treat Luffy well?”

Dragon feels his heart breaking all over again.

“He makes Luffy smile and laugh like you did.”

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Secret Oath Chapter 7

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marco bott x fem!reader

18+ mdni

word count: 3.1k

chapter warnings: explicit smut, dry humping, oral, praise, a touch of corruption, first times, they're in love your honor

a/n: it's chapter 7 but its been just over 2 years since I started this fic so I think that qualifies as slow burn

♪ good old fashioned lover boy by queen ♪ you and I by lady gaga

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When you drag yourself out of bed for wake-up duty the next morning, Marco is waiting on the deck with coffee in his red thermos. He holds it out to you.

“Two sugars. I only have one travel mug, but I figured we could share. If you want.”

You’re in no position to turn down caffeine, but it’s more than that. You hadn’t asked him to do rounds with you, but here he is: eyes bright like he’s been awake for a while, holding a mug of coffee sweetened the way you like when he usually takes his black. This man might be in love with you.

Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Considering he might be inside you later, you decide you might as well get used to kissing spontaneously. He rests a hand on your waist, tongue brushing yours in a way that crosses from sweet to steamy.

After a long, heady look into his sable eyes, you gratefully reach for the thermos and take a long sip. “Thank you. I owe you my life.”

“How about just one more kiss instead?”

You couldn’t possibly resist.

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Almost as soon as you arrive at arts and crafts with your group and Ymir’s, Moblit puts you to work. He can’t know that you told Marco your secret; it must be cosmic punishment. While Mobs shows the campers how to make leaf rubbings, you get down to business peeling the paper off of at least a hundred crayons. Ymir grumbles beside you, her fingernails too short to get under the labels. Now’s your chance, and you need to take it.

“Hey, wingwoman.”

Ymir scoffs. “Are you addressing me?”

“Yes.”

“Well, well, well…”

“You should be glad that I’m asking you for a favor.”

“Historia owes me so much money.”

“What?”

“I knew you’d come crawling to me. She didn’t believe me. But I have a sixth sense.” Ymir taps her head.

“Ok, seriously. I need the cabin to myself during free time today. Can you make sure everybody has somewhere else to be?”

Ymir considers this, her bottom lip jutting out in thought. “Well, Hisu goes where I go. If Hitch and Mikasa aren’t already occupied with a Jaeger each, I can probably convince them to go for a hike. Or better, a drive. With the AC on full blast.”

You throw your arms around Ymir and squeeze. “You rock.”

She pushes you off. “You’re just now realizing that? Some friend you are.” She picks at another crayon. “Do you need me to come up with an alibi or should I just tell everyone you’re having clumsy sex with the resident virgin?”

“He could be a sex god. You don’t know.”

“Fat chance.”

“I guess I’ll have to let you know. In excruciating detail.”

“Fuck no you won’t.”

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Marco meets you on the steps outside your cabin, hands deep in the pocket of his red hoodie. True to her word, Ymir made Historia invite Mikasa and Eren to drive to town with them to buy soda at the convenience store. Hitch said she already had plans and not to wait up.

“What about the rest of the guys?” you ask.

Marco rubs the back of his neck. “All at the pool. Apparently they put up a net and I’m missing a grand volleyball tournament with the Galliards. I told them I had something else to do.”

You give him a sly smile. “Shame.”

Grateful for the privacy, you nudge Marco on the shoulder and lead him inside. After flipping the latch on the door and turning on a small lamp in the corner, you sit down on your bunk and pat the space next to you. “Take off your shoes and stay a while.”

Marco chuckles, cheeks reddening, but does as you say. He lays his hand on top of yours. “I’ll be honest. I’m kind of freaking out right now.”

“If you’re not ready, you’re allowed to change your mind.”

“I’m less worried about stopping than I am about getting started.” He leans in, his forehead touching yours. Quieter, he asks, “Can you take the lead?”

“Mmhmm.” You slide both hands up his neck, thumbs coming to rest at the corners of his jaw. “Kiss me a little first and see if you feel better.”

You don’t need to ask twice. Marco rolls on top of you like he’s been waiting for the chance, hands on your waist as he presses you into the bed. His mouth finds yours hungrily, his breath toothpaste-fresh. He prepped for this.

His tongue dips into your mouth, kissing you deeper. You rake your fingers through his hair, behind his ears, down his back. He’s folded over the edge of the bed, toes on the floor. Slowly, you drag one foot up the length of his leg, arching into the next kiss.

Marco gathers you in his arms as your body rolls.

Your hips seek his own. Now that you’ve had a little taste, all you can think about is getting closer to him. You can’t help yourself: you want to feel his skin, his breath, his body heat. You want it to smother you.

But as badly as you want him, you know you need to take this one step at a time. Today is about enjoying it: his first time, and your first time with him.

As gently as you can, you tug the hem of his hoodie up toward his chest with your fingertips. His t-shirt rides with it, a swath of his tanned-bronze skin meeting your stomach. You nudge inside his shirt, hands meeting his warm back, teasing him for more access bit by bit.

Marco finds your hip and slides a hand up under your top. He’s timid at first, but when you sigh and bend to his touch, he ventures on, hesitating only when he brushes the edge of your bra. With a slight tremble, he cups your breast in his palm.

He inhales sharply, then with a little, almost imperceptible hum, he melts. You feel him start to let go of it all: the fear, the hesitation, the self-consciousness. With another deep breath, he gives an experimental squeeze.

You break the kiss long enough to pull your shirt off over your head. You feel a flash of shyness and cover your bare stomach with your arms as Marco looks down at you with reverence. His pupils dilate, making his irises look almost black as he unfolds, standing to remove his hoodie and shirt in one motion. You expect him to drop them on the floor but giggle when he drapes them carefully over the rail on Historia’s nearby bunk.

“Sorry.” He blushes.

“Don’t be.” You pull your legs up on the bed and stretch out. “Come here.”

Marco drops into your open arms, lips finding yours before he crawls onto his hands and knees on top of you.

“You’re beautiful,” he mumbles through a messy kiss.

You cup his jaw, bringing him closer. “So are you,” you try to say, but he swallows your words.

Your eyes flutter closed and your hands wander, stroking down the planes of his strong neck, his broad shoulders, his sun-speckled chest. There’s so much of him to explore, so much of his body yet untouched. You can’t get enough.

The ambient creaking of the cabin and the rustling of wind outside are punctuated by the slick sounds of kisses as you pore over each other. Marco’s mouth drops to the bend of your neck, drawing heat to the spot. He tangles his legs with yours and rolls you both onto your sides. Arching, you slide your hands around the small of his back and push your hips forward. Dizzy stars burst behind your eyelids as his erection twitches against your lower stomach through his running shorts.

With a little moan, you wrap a thigh around his waist for leverage and grind. Marco jerks his hips forward, head thrown back against your pillow with a hushed, “Fuck.” You drink it in, savoring the sound like the last sip of wine at the bottom of the bottle.

Your leg holds Marco against you, right where he should be, as you set a rhythm, rolling your hips up and down his body. Every few strokes, your clit catches against his clothed cock with delicious friction. When you moan, he moans.

Marco’s breath lands heavily against your face as he tilts his chin down, forehead against your own, to focus on the motion. He watches as you dry-hump against his bulge. Even without being skin to skin, it’s filthy. His hands grip your ass and everything begins to speed up.

Yes. Yes. This is finally happening.

Marco grips your hips and rolls over, balancing his weight above you on his elbows. His breaths come heavy, his body crashing over yours again and again like waves. Plunging your hand between you, you reach for his cock. He moans and humps into your hand like he can’t stop. God, it’s so big, straining against his shorts, and sensitive, throbbing in your grip.

You pant, quick and shallow, thinking about having him inside you, how full you’re going to be. It’s hard to stay calm when the anticipation burns so brightly.

When you let go of his shaft, Marco whines at the loss. You lock eyes as you brush his waistband with just your fingertips. “Ok?” you ask.

He nods desperately. “Please.”

Together, you push the elastic down until he kicks his shorts off behind him along with his underwear. Needy but defenseless, he babbles, “I’m sorry if it’s too much, if you don’t want to—”

You wrap your hand around him, lightheaded at the girth. “Marco, you’re perfect.”

He groans in his throat and rocks into your hand, a man possessed.

With a hand to his side, you guide Marco onto his back. Puffing, he rests while you take off the rest of your clothes. His arm falls across his eyes. “Oh my god.”

He pulls it away to watch as you kneel between his legs and press a kiss to the head of his cock. His muscles tense at your first few kitten licks before you wrap your lips around him. With your fist around his base, you run your tongue back and forth over his frenulum. When you come up for air, you give a few more wet strokes over his tip before Marco reaches for you.

“Please, it feels so good, but I’m gonna cum instantly if you keep doing that.” His laugh comes out more like a breath, but his smile is in his eyes.

Smirking, you crawl up to his middle. Your legs have to spread so wide just to straddle him, but fuck if your hips hurt later. The pain will be sweet. He’s worth it. He’s worth anything.

Marco paws at your arms, pulling you closer. “You don’t have to kiss me after I blow you,” you offer. “I know it bothers some people.”

Marco shakes his head and drags you to him with his hands to the back of your neck. “I don’t care, I want to,” he pants. “I need to kiss you right now.”

Messy kisses string between you, deep, hungry caresses against your tongue. “How do I—” he mumbles into your mouth, “How do I get you ready?”

“You can touch me,” you sigh.

“God,” he moans, reaching between your thighs. “Show me?”

Head hanging over your bent neck, you guide him by the wrist until two of his fingers press over your clit. You show him where to rub the little circles you like, wetting his fingers with your dew. Bracing two hands on either side of his head, you leave him to it, closing your eyes to focus on the repeated motion while you breathe into each other’s mouths.

You hold yourself together until your legs start to tremble. A rush of heat spreads from your face down your neck, flowing between your legs with an irresistible tingle. The words come out clipped and sharp. “You can put a finger in. Please.”

Marco fumbles a little at first but spreads you like a pro once he gets his bearings. One finger dips inside, and it’s both a relief and a lightning strike to your core. “Yes,” you can’t help but hiss.

It’s not like he knows nothing—Marco presses and curls his knuckle, and it makes you whine with pleasure. “Two, please.”

He adds another finger, and the heel of his hand brushes your clit with every flex. Heat builds until it skyrockets, your legs and hips jerking above him as you find a little peak. As the pulses dull around his fingers, your muscles release and your head swims with pleasure. You had no idea how badly you needed that.

You open your eyes to Marco staring in awe. “Did I really make you cum?”

You tap his arm so he knows to pull his fingers out. “Yeah. It was really good.” On wobbly thighs, you climb out of his lap and rest on your knees beside him. “Please tell me you remembered the condoms.”

Marco twists to his side. “Yeah, in my hoodie pocket.”

“I got it.” Slippery between your legs, you retrieve the condom and reach for the bottle of lube you know Historia keeps under her bunk while you’re there.

“Is that—”

“Yeah. It’s been a little while, and I might need it. Trust me, you’ll like it. Want me to put the condom on?” Your hands shake, eagerness making your movements sharp and clumsy. If he’s ready, you don’t want to wait another second.

“Sure.” Marco pushes up onto his elbows while you tear open the gold foil. He did the right thing buying the bigger size. “How do you want to… what’s going to be most comfortable for you?” He sighs as you roll the condom down his length, holding it in place at the tip. Your mouth practically waters as you squeeze out a few drops of lube and spread it on.

“If it’s ok with you, I think it’ll be easiest if I’m on top. At least for the first time, it’ll be better if I can control the angle and the speed.”

Marco lies back, exhaling heavily. You straddle him again, and his hands slide up your thighs. You can tell he’s steadying himself. Swallowing thickly, he asks, “You sure you’ll be ok? Is it going to fit?”

Your chest clenches. At a time like this, he’s thinking about you. Above all the emotions swirling inside you—excitement, lust, nervousness, all of it—you feel safe and important. You couldn’t be more grateful to be with someone like Marco. You hope this thing between the two of you can turn into something that lasts.

You kiss him deep and slow, rekindling the fire between you and topping it off with a sweet peck to his forehead. “Yes. I want you.”

His hands slide to your waist. “I want you too.”

With one more kiss, you reach below you, positioning him at your entrance, and sink down. As the first few inches slip in, your eyes widen and Marco’s hands clamp down tight. “Fuck,” you both curse at almost the same time.

He’s so thick. It’s all you can think about as you work him inside you, pulling out before pushing further down with each rock of your body. He’s filling you up. He’s splitting you open. It’s incredible.

You moan as your cunt sucks him in, and before you really know it, you’re as fully seated as you can be. There might be an inch or so that you just can’t fit, not today. It doesn’t matter—he feels fucking perfect for you.

Clenching involuntarily, you hold yourself in place as you acclimate to the stretch. Your hips prickle with heat, and you can only hope you’ll feel this tomorrow and be reminded of how it felt to be this full—to remember the absolute pleasure of being the first one to ever be filled by him.

Marco’s jaw drops as he rubs your hips, the tops of your thighs, anywhere he can reach. “You doing ok?” you pant.

Marco groans and nods. Words come huskily. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, feels good.”

His lashes flutter. “Can you move?”

“Mmhmm.” Pacing yourself, you grind up and down, tucking your hips to guide him to your sweet spot with each thrust. Overcome with the need to be as close as possible, you fold, pressing yourself closer to his chest.

With his hot hands guiding you, Marco huffs in your ear, and you ride. Finding your rhythm and steadily increasing it, he arches to meet you as he rolls your hips down. Intensity crescendos, passion breaking over you in waves and weeks of longing pouring over your bodies until it reaches its climax. You move as one until you hit critical mass and Marco takes the lead.

Moaning low and shallow, Marco slams into you over and over, driving you to the edge with a sharp cry, and you snap. It hits you in surges, your prolonged pulses dragging pathetic moans from your throat until you finally clamp down and force Marco to the other side with you. He whines until he chokes on it, his cock throbbing until he’s spent.

As much as you just want to collapse on top of him, your hips are screaming, so you carefully pull him out before curling into his side. You lie together, Marco’s arms around you, pulling you close in the crinkly twin bed. Between breaths, he kisses your lips, your cheeks, your neck before tucking your head under his chin, holding you in the still and quiet after the storm.

You trace constellations in the freckles on his chest. “So. How was it?”

“Worth it,” he whispers into your hair, pressing a kiss to your crown.

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That night, around the campfire late in the evening, no one mentions it when you show up wearing Marco’s big red hoodie. Nobody asks where you were during free time or questions why you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other during the free-throw competition after dinner. The most you get is a wink and finger gun from Ymir, but she keeps her big mouth shut, and you love her for it. Everyone probably knows, or at least suspects, and maybe they’ll tease you for it later, but for tonight, they grant you peace.

After making you each a s’more, Marco wraps the both of you in his blanket. Despite your sticky smiles, you lean your head on his shoulder, one hand to his chest to feel his heartbeat under it.

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